sometimes i just feel like crap

The Art of Study Breaks

You know when you’re studying non-stop, working really hard… but eventually, you start feeling less productive? I’ve come to realize that in such cases it’s good, even necessary to take a study break. So here’s how to master them!

How much time?

15-20 minutes: just enough time for you to relax a little, but not so much that you fall completely out of your game.

How frequently?

Honestly, this totally depends on what you’re studying, how hard it is etc, but normally I’ll take a study break every hour and a half.

What do you do during them?

  • Go to the bathroom. Wash your face, remove your makeup, go to the toilet if you need to.
  • Grab some food & water. Sometimes, studying can make you hungry, and water’s always good to have around. I’d tell you to opt for something healthy when it comes to food, but more often than not I’ll choose to eat Oreos, biscuits or some other sweets.
  • Take a nap. This is perhaps the most straightforward one; just lie down for a few minutes. Make sure you’ve set an alarm clock though, or else you will oversleep. Trust me; it’s happened before.
  • Clean up your study space. I have quite a big desk, but sometimes it can feel like the random items of stationery, pieces of paper, textbooks and other random crap is just taking over everything. I swear, it really helps if you clean up the things around you!
  •  Go online. I’m a little reluctant to recommend this because I know how hard it is to stop afterwards, but if you consciously limit yourself and know that you’ll stop after 15-20 minutes, then watching a few YouTube videos, going on tumblr or talking to friends of Facebook can be a great way to relax.
  • Make yourself a tea. Or coffee – but personally I’m more of a tea person during studying. I’ll make myself a nice cup of black tea with lemon and sugar, and afterwards, everything just goes better.
  • Watch an episode of a TV show/anime. These are slightly longer, but are a great way to take your mind off whatever you’re studying. I’d recommend watching something which is short (ie. not a full, hour-long episode of Game of Thrones) – like Friends, HIMYM or Family Guy. These are great because the shows are pretty episodic, you won’t feel inclined to keep watching more and more. As for anime, don’t pick one where you know you won’t be able to stop after one episode. Instead, I’d recommend something like Hetalia (hilarious; also great if you’re studying Geo or History), Gintama (pure gold), Samurai Champloo (the perfect combination of fun and deep).

And so there you have it: the art of taking a study break. Good luck, everyone!

anonymous asked:

So, I'm really curious as to what kind of "Awkward Romantic Crap" Keith did during the first three weeks of dating Lance when they were "boyfriends-who-don't-know-how-to-be-boyfriends" XDD Could you maybe give some examples?

I could, but, really, isn’t stuff like that sometimes best left to the imagination? ;) … Right, who am I kidding? I’m a bit sleepy, so my apologies — I’m gonna just give ya one example of Keith being an awkward turtle of a person :)

Awkward Romantic Crap, The First

Keith adores Lance a stupid amount. He spent several months contemplating (between the denying and the repressing because feelings why?) the many ways he would kiss that loudmouth into silence, give him all the reasons as to why he was wanted and valuable, not allowing him the chance to doubt himself ever again, but now they were boyfriends and Keith … He just couldn’t find the words.

So he tried with this one romantic gesture — he tried to get Lance flowers. 

Lance had no allergies (Keith sacrificed his dignity to ask Hunk), the flowers were normal and totally not flesh-eating (Keith gave up a little more pride to ask Coran for where to get a bouquet), and flowers were a thing couples did (according to Shiro, and by this point Keith sort of wanted to live inside Red and never face the team again).

So the reason why this became Awkward Romantic Crap is because Keith just could not find the right time to give them to Lance. 

There had to be some kind of special boyfriend-sense he was lacking because it never felt right to just suddenly give Lance flowers. And he really didn’t want to do it in front of the others, and his private time with Lance was hard to come by and most of it they spent feeling out their relationship and having some truly humiliating (albeit necessary) talks about boundaries or whatever.

They bouquet stayed in his room for a week, the special space blooms starting to droop. 

Until Lance came into his room, rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishly asking if they could have a date-night on the observation deck couch … And going mute halfway through his question when he saw the flowers.

Silence for a few seconds. Then, “Uh, who’s brought you flowers? Wait, was it that chick with the Elvis hair? Keith, Keith did you bond with another mullet? Are you … Okay, I mean, no, I’m being dumb. You can get flowers from admirers, it’s fine. Just … you could have mentioned it? Do we have to talk about this kind of stuff too? Or am I being, like, possessive if I ask you to tell me? Oh god, am I a controlling boyfriend —”

Keith shut him up with a kiss (maybe this made his heart speed up in the most awesome ways, but that didn’t negate the strategic value for getting a word in when Lance was full-ramble.) And then, trying to keep the blush down and failing, he said quickly, “They’re for you. They were … I got them, a week back, and I just … I couldn’t figure out when to give them to you?”

“A week — were you hiding them whenever we were hanging out in here?”

Keith didn’t answer except to turn even redder.

Lance wasn’t a silly jackass all of the time (though Keith actually found that silly jackass behaviour kind of fun and/or sweet because he was doomed), so he didn’t mock Keith at all — he just smiled and said, “Uh, you can give them to me now, if you want?”

Instantly, Keith reached over to the vase, pulling the flowers out, a few navy blue petals falling as he all but thrust them into Lance’s chest, the stems dripping water. “These are for you.”

“And what’s the occasion?” Lance asked, pink blossoming along his cheeks, down his neck.

“Just … just that I … I’m good with us. Now. And … happy. Because of you. So, thanks. For your existence.”

Lance’s face was doing a thing — Keith couldn’t tell if he was fighting back laughter or tears, but then two arms wrapped around his shoulders, bringing him into a soft yet lingering kiss. Satin petals brushed against Keith’s face as Lance still gripped the bouquet tightly.

When they both pulled away, Lance was grinning and Keith didn’t feel so awkward anymore. 

Except when his boyfriend started speaking again … “Dude, would you have just let my flowers die before you grew a spine and gave them to their rightful owner? For shame, Red, for shame.” He dragged the bouquet into the limited space between them. “Look at my precious babies! Did you change the water? You’re supposed to change the water, Keith, you can’t just —”

Keith crushed the flowers between their chests in order to gain access to that irritating (delicious) mouth. Lance wailed about his flowers even as their lips met again. Keith let Lance go long enough to get the flowers some fresh water, watching him carefully tend to the blooms that were still intact.

And then Keith dragged him in for more kisses — he was always better with actions than words. Except flower-giving, apparently. But Keith had learned that he could do that kind of romantic crap, at least once. Better luck next time — he’d give them to Lance in front of everyone, come hell or high water, damn it.

(And maybe, at some point in the future, Keith finds a few dark blue flowers pressed between the pages of an old Altean book Allura had given Lance for his birthday. 

Keith will blush again, cringe at the memory, and then kiss his boyfriend stupid when he walks through his bedroom door because he truly adores Lance a stupid amount, and Lance always appreciates his awkwardness, sees his efforts as the most sincere gestures of love, and Keith can’t help but see any mockery that did come his way as endearing. 

So doomed.)

I am off to bed, and oh so tired, but hopefully this drabble makes some kind of sense. Hope you found it both awkward and enjoyable! ;D *hugs* Many thanks for asking!

Scrubs {Sentence Starters}

  • “Ahh. Uncomfortable silences and alcohol. Just like thanksgiving at home.”
  • “You have no chance of being normal.”
  • “Don’t ever be afraid to come to me with stuff like that.”
  • “A person doesn’t have to be perfect to be exactly what you need.”
  • “It’s the kid inside of us that keeps us all from going crazy.”
  • “I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.”
  • “Nothing’s worse than a ninja - they’re masters of every style of combat.”
  • “Have you been in the supply closet, crying?”
  • “It sounds like you’re asking me out on a man date.”
  • “There’s a good chance I’m gonna kill someone.”
  • “The only way you could be more useless right now is if you actually were the wall.”
  • “Gosh, now I’m too proud of you to be mad at you.”
  • “Relationships don’t work they way they do on television and in the movies.”
  • “Sometimes it feels like you’re holding back.”
  • “All you do is bitch about your relationships all day long!”
  • “We’re only four seconds in and I’m already regretting my decision.”
  • “I can’t believe you lost our bottle opener.”
  • “I think we both know there’s a little more to it than that.”
  • “Does this lipstick make me look like a clown?”
  • “Why don’t I ever listen to me?”
  • “Well isn’t that just the pickle on the giant crap sandwich that is my day.”
  • “Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?”
  • “I can’t help but notice you love telling jokes.”
  • “Do you want to be alone?”
  • “You’re telling me that you actually made a decision that had a positive impact on your life?”
  • “Can you get that for me? I can’t reach it.”
  • “Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”
  • “I refuse to be judged by a grown man wearing a hockey jersey.”
  • “That was my mistake. I keep forgetting that you’re a horrible, horrible person.”
  • “Why are you so afraid of loving me?”
  • “Do you want to cry a little?”
  • “Why do you have to jump out and scare me all the time?”
  • “What do I know about good relationships?”
  • “Newsflash! You can’t drink and then come to work!”
  • “Why is there a pancake in the silverware drawer?" 
Tosaki’s wedding

Haha okay so: 31.07. Day 7: rest?  | anything goes  | sun

I decided to take this day to draw Tosaki’s wedding (with his fiance, I think her name is Ai?) in a happy ending maybe…haha I don’t know it seemed like a funny idea in my mind XD and drawing all this crap was actually really fun. So this was clearly meant to be ridiculous so, what the hell? I just hope you enjoy and laugh with me at this shit I made. 

Since Ajin is such a dense manga, and I really love the characters, sometimes I just feel like I want to see them doing stupid things together… (unfortunately I didn’t think it’d be right to include Sato and the others here xd except for Tanaka, cuz he’s just a cinnamon roll). 

(Anyway I apologize for the bad quality of some drawings that are next ): when I’ve my computer fixed, I’ll make them well).


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Okay so @chirpingisflirting said she’s been having a real poopy bday, so I thought I’d take a crack at a nurseydex hc (which became this lame ficlet chimera) for her! Here goes nothing! Literally!

I’d imagine that, early in Nursey and Dex’s relationship (say, four months in?), school starts hittin’ Dex hard; boy’s got assignments up the wazoo, some emergency fees come up and he takes a small job a few days a week at the school bookstore/convenience store, his life’s just a mess. Nursey’s trying to keep his cool and be understanding, but it’s driving him nuts. He hasn’t seen Dex outside of practice in like, a month and a half, and he keeps trying to text him and make the best out of a crappy situation, but Dex tends to fall asleep or get bogged down by a new assignment and just forgets to text back and or it’s been almost a day and it’d feel really awkward to answer now and… yeah. It’s really fucking with Nursey.

He’s been taking it slow with Dex (whom I headcanon as only recently really coming into his sexuality?) since the start, but it feels like he’s the only one who gives a crap sometimes. Nursey reminds himself that’s obviously not true, though, and that Dex is just obscenely busy and just… lays on the supportive texts, or brings extra snacks for Dex after practice/before class. Still, this can only go on for so long.

And it’s driving Dex crazy too, because he’s reading all the texts, and he can see how upset Nursey is every time he splits up with the rest of the team after breakfast to head off to class, and it weighs on his mind when he’s knee-deep in some cs problem. It’s his first real relationship (with a dude?), and he’s crazy for Nursey, but he feels like he’s only giving 30% when Nursey’s constantly giving 100% (which ISN’T TRUE; boy’s running himself ragged, here!).

So he works double time for like a week to give him enough slack to slack off for an evening. It’s Tuesday, and he texts Nursey around lunch to get dressed in something comfy and wait outside the Haus for him after dinner. Nursey’s totally confused and is so… idk? Anxious? What could Dex want to talk about? Can Nursey even take this anymore? Is this fair to him? He almost doesn’t reply or want to show up, but he’s a sucker for Dex, so he puts on a cute li'l sweater over a collared shirt and waits out front.

Dex pulls up ten minutes late (definitely unlike him), and Nursey and him drive off silently.

They pull up to this hill hidden between these real posh houses that overlook Samwell and the surrounding town, minutes pass, and Dex pulls a scrap of paper and a single, haggard looking rose from behind his seat, but he still won’t talk. He just stares down at the things in his hands, and Nursey’s somewhere between concerned and pissed.

“I stopped by the flower shop before they closed and picked this up for you,” Dex starts, hands on the rose he’s now jerking in Nursey’s direction, “but I realized I don’t even know if you like roses, and this is completely fucking cliché, and it got all fucked up because I kept fiddling with it, and- Jesus, Nurse. I’m sorry.”

Nursey just looks up and locks eyes with Dex for the first time all night. Concern is winning out over anger now. He takes the rose, and his eyebrows wrinkle in an almost sad way.

“Shit, Nur- Derek! Derek. Are you okay? I’m so, so–”

“I love it.” Nursey places his hand over Dex’s. Dex just blushes and goes silent again, his eyes returning to the scrap that’s getting closer to becoming, well, scraps.

“I know I’ve been really shitty about, well, us, recently.” Dex is breathing deeper now. “But I know how hard this is for you, and I think about you all the time, and I thought I could balance everything, but I-” Dex shrugs. “I guess I can’t,” he chuckles.

“And I guess I know how much you like poetry and stuff, and- just- I brought you here to tell you…” He stretches out the paper in his now shaking hands, and sucks in a sharp breath. Th- this. Just read this.“ He passes the scrap over to Nursey:

‘You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.’

"Yo, you know plagiarism is probably the least effective way to my heart, right?” Nursey chirps.

“I know that, idiot,” Dex starts. “I- I’m not saying I wrote it. I just-”

“I know, man.” Nursey’s hand tightens around Dex’s.

And then Nursey’s kissing him, and Dex could almost cry for all that he feels he doesn’t deserve it after this past month. They break apart soon, though, and Dex takes the moment to hold Nursey out at arm’s length.

“I'msosorryDerekyoudeservebetterthanthisI'lltryharderforyou,” Dex breathes out.

“Hey, chill. I’m not blind, you know? You’re doin’ everything you can, Will. Just… just let me help you too, y'know? If you’re too busy to leave your damn room, let me come to you. It’ll kill me, but I can catch up on my readings and… not distract you.” He waits a beat for Dex to answer, and when he doesn’t, he continues, “Or I can meet you in between classes and walk you to your next one, or we can call each other… I just miss you.”

Dex’s eyes start darting here and there, like he’s looking for something in Nursey’s, and he finally answers: “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” He’s sniffling now. “Let me do better.”

And with that, Dex leans in to kiss the smile sprouting on Nursey’s lips.

(And then vehicular cuddles. A lot of them. To the point where Nursey has to drive them back because Dex is half-asleep.)

Keith works out, Lance ogles happily, Pidge tries to analyze the nature of their PDA ... she swiftly regrets all the things.

Some very kind people have sent me some very kind asks and made me feel better about being sick lately — and suddenly, my fingers were doing a thing on the keyboard? This thing, specifically? Just, everyone is so very nice, and I hope you like this silly little one-shot about silly space boys :) (Special shout-out to the anonymous person that called out this idea before I posted! Such amazing psychic powers! :D)


“But seriously, if my calculations are correct — shut your mouth, Lance, they are always correct — then Keith is initiating fifty two point seven percent of the times you make me want to invent brain bleach.” Pidge pauses to push her glasses up her nose. “Keith, care to offer some insight into this?”

“No.” Keith resumes lifting weights. Really, discovering the Castle’s weight room was one of the worst things that could have happened to Lance — now his boyfriend split his free time between training simulations and tossing around heavy things/running on treadmills. 

The Red Paladin had become a gym rat. The Blue Paladin was not surprised.

Also, Keith didn’t need more muscles, as Lance didn’t need that kind of heart attack. Even if watching those biceps strain was … nice.

“My boo is just too hot to trot for my banging bod,” Lance says proudly, flexing his own (not quite as big but still very impressive) biceps.

Keith stops lifting weights so he can face palm. Pidge stares up towards the heavens in supplication.

“That’s going in my notes as one of the top five worst things you’ve ever said. Maybe top three.” Pidge actually takes out her computer to write it down.

Keith, with his face still buried in one hand, points with his other and says, “I don’t know if I can kiss that mouth at all today. That was horrifying.”

“Fifty two point seven percent, querido,” Lance cheerfully reminds him. “Ain’t nobody buying what you’re selling.”

Keith shoots Pidge a despairing glance. “I mean, was the pining that bad, really? Would it be so terrible to go back to that?”

Lance has taken a seat directly across from Keith, lifting a set of weights (they were barbells with rocks on either end — Coran had said something about how one could alter the density, thereby making them heavier/lighter, but Lance had immediately gotten distracted by challenging everyone to a weight lifting competition and somehow it ended with Hunk bench-pressing Lance and Pidge, and Shiro trying to throw Keith over their heads? Lance still doesn’t quite understand what happened there).

“I feel like the reason Keith is macking on me in public more is because he’s kinda into the fact that he can,” Lance explains, grunting a little as he tries to mimic Keith’s moves. “I mean, the pining was so real — he had been staring lingeringly at me from afar for so long, and now it’s like, free pass to grope all the time.” Lance winks at Keith, who is venturing to peek at him from between his fingers. “Because you do. Have a free pass. To grope. Put your hands any —”

“I know.” Keith lifts his weights with relative ease, a small smile pulling on his lips. “And yeah, Pidge. Maybe that’s part of it.”

“Part of it?” Lance asks, somewhat breathlessly as he switches arms since his right one was starting to ache from the effort. “Dude. All of it. Your thirstiness is not to be denied.”

Pidge rolls her eyes, jotting down a few more notes from her perch on the jungle gym (like, with actual vines for swinging and bouncy giant lily pads — Lance could not get over how cool Alteans were). “Believe it or not, I actually came to that conclusion on my own — Keith is now thirty six point four percent more affectionate with everyone, not just you, Lance.”

“That’s … really sweet,” Lance says, feeling vaguely proud of both himself and Keith. The idea that he’s making Keith more willing to show his love to the rest of their space family … It’s a little humbling, and a lot of awesome. He can feel his cheeks heating up.

The weights Keith had been lifting are now on the floor as he walks over to Lance, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Lance is grinning at the flash of a still slightly soft tummy (Keith has muscle definition, but there’s a small bit of cushiness around his middle that Lance really loves). Lance stops grinning when Keith suddenly drops into his lap, straddling him on the bench without any warning.

“You’re forgetting something key, Pidge,” Keith is saying, glancing over his shoulder at the Green Paladin, who is looking annoyed and amused in equal parts.

“All right, enlighten me.” Pidge grimaces. “With as little trauma as possible, if you please.”

“I think I’m gonna expire in a minute here, Pidge, mi hermanita querida, would you please spare me the humiliation and not witness this? Keith, whatever it is that you’re thinking —”

Keith covers his mouth with one hand, and Lance tries to speak past it, yelling his objections into the palm of a fingerless glove.

“See, notice how he can still talk?” Keith tilts his head in Lance’s direction, speaking with infuriating calm. “It’s a bit of a problem sometimes. But —”

The hand is gone. Lance is pissed off enough to start shouting, “Hey, you jackass, wail till I —”

Keith’s lips are on his. His mouth falls open automatically, and Lance sort of loses the thread of … reality. Pidge whips them both in the head with a towel, which is when his wondrous boyfriend pulls away, leaving Lance gaping, licking his lips, and contemplating if he should still be irritated.

“Efficient, no?” Keith asks, his dark eyes glinting.

Pidge is glaring at him. “Except for the brain bleach aspect. Which I am going to go work on now. With Hunk’s help, he is one hundred percent behind me on this. There are cameras in here, by the way, not that that’s ever stopped you …” She gets up and walks out, though not before ruffling Lance’s hair and saying, “You’re such a goner, hermano.”

When she’s gone, and Lance is left with nothing but a smug Red Paladin sitting on his thighs, he huffs, jabbing at Keith’s chest. “So you’re kissing me to shut me up most of the time?”

“Not most of the time,” Keith admits, his smirk easing back into a smile. “But Pidge would have probably gagged if I told her the main reason.”

“It’s not the ‘can’t resist my stellar good looks’?” Lance pouts. “That’s a little disappointing.”

Keith presses a quick kiss to his mouth. He’s flushed from exercise, but Lance swears his cheeks get a little bit darker as he speaks, “It’s because half the time I think I’ve made up this whole stupid thing, okay? We got together at a freaking ball. There was a duel involved. And dancing in fancy suits.” Keith waves his hands around for emphasis before crossing his arms. “And we still argue like … It’s fine, but it feels like before sometimes, so I just … need to make sure it’s not. Like before.”

Lance follows these words until he understands where they’re leading and then … He’s blushing, and smiling, and pulling Keith in closer. “You … you need to make sure this is real. That you didn’t … dream it. Because … I’m that good of a dream, huh?”

Keith groans, burying his face in Lance’s shoulder. “Crap. Okay, backtrack, I never said anything, especially not that stupid, sugary pile of —”

“No, no take backs!” Lance sings. “I … sometimes have the same problem. So, uh, a good chunk of my forty seven point three percent contribution is exactly that.” He smiles up at Keith once the Red Paladin pulls back and sits up straighter in Lance’s lap.

“Yeah?” Keith leans down, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Yeah,” Lance whispers against his mouth … which is when a painfully loud alarm goes off, and they are simultaneously soaked in freezing water as sprinklers kick in. Lance shrieks. Keith falls backward off his lap to the now slippery floor.

“You have rooms. Go get in one!” Pidge yells over the Castle comm.

“Please!” That sounded like Shiro’s voice, a little distant from the microphone.

Lance is laughing and shivering, and Keith is back to being mortified, but they adhere to Pidge’s wishes (who knew what she might pull next? Lance wouldn’t put it past her to space them at this point), and take off running. Keith yanks Lance into the gym’s showers.

“No cameras in here,” Keith says, raising an eyebrow. “And I need a shower anyway.”

Lance is rendered speechless. He wonders if this counts as part of Keith’s fifty two point seven percent of PDA. He wonders if Pidge is all-knowing. And then there’s a shirt coming off, and warm water pouring from a shower head, Keith kicking off his shoes from inside the cubicle. Lance can’t think as Keith’s hands reach for his shorts … and then pause.

“Yeah, so you just wait right here — you can take your turn when I’m done.” Keith grins and slams the shower door in his face.

Lance wonders if there’s a way to flush a toilet on a space castle to turn the water into a frigid torture. He says as much out loud, kicking lightly at the door.

Keith is laughing, and Lance may or may not adore that sound more than any other in the universe, except for his mom’s affectionate scolding … So, he decides to wait until the Red Paladin is done and then do his best to up his percentage. Forty seven point three percent simply will not do, Lance thinks to himself with a goofy smile.


Random one-shot after Objects in Motion? I think so :) If y’all wanna read about the ball, duel, and dancing, head over there. Thank you to all the wondrous people who have been so awesome to me! You’re all way too amazing for words, but I hope you guys enjoy these above words as a random “thank you!” :D

i made a new tumblr when i had the urge to delete everything…..and now i don’t know what to do with it. maybe I’ll keep it for when the urge comes back

Sometimes I wish I was born in the old timey days even knowing that women were treated like crap. It’s just that I spend my time online with both work and friendships. It feels like life passes by me. At least in the days of kingdoms, before electricity, depending on the country I was from I would’ve worked the fields, partied in the tavern, fight, or die by random chance. No idea. It just seems more appealing to me for some reason. If I could at least take a one week vacation there, I’d really like it.

habits (isaac lahey one-shot)

Originally posted by bilesandthesourwolf

Summary: Isaac Lahey was nothing if not observant. So when the newest addition to his pack develops a strange habit, he can’t take his eyes off her. 

Pairing: Isaac x OC

Rating: Teen

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let’s just put it out there before i say anything, PAY NO HEED TO THIS SHITTY GRAPHIC OKAY. and i know i haven’t been very active this last week but that’s because life has been slapping me in the face.

so it’s been two years TO THE DAY and one blog move later, but holli is still here???? i can’t even fully comprehend that fact. that’s just…. WOW. it’s wow. i jump around from blog to blog rather regularly so i never really thought holli was going to stick like she has. but i’m rather glad she did. i’ve met so many cool people. i’ve put up with some weird ass drama on my ride here as well. but, in the great expanse of it all, i feel like i’ve grown a lot as a writer and as a person because of it. does that make sense? gosh, i hope so. anyway, prepare for the sap fest that’s coming up. because, shit. it’s super sappy.

also i may have forgotten some people, because it feels like i have. but PLEASE know. if you’re seeing this at all, know i appreciate you and love you. thank you for being here ! <3 <3

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anonymous asked:

Sometimes my favorite things about your posts are the comments they get because I die. Like I feel like everyone saves up their tumblr comments and when you posts they're like ITS TIME TO LET IT ALL OUT!!! It makes my day. Sorry. Haha.

lmaooo omggg i knowwww.. it’s honestly my fav part of posting too now. like all of you guys are so amazing and i can stress it enough how happy it makes me feel when i come on here and see ppl care about the crap i post even if its just me rambling. like ;-;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;.. sometimes i get really overwhelmed and Barb has to hold my hand with me because its like omggggg???? everyone is so funny and supportive and attentive. i’ll read a comment and know that whoever it was from was really paying attention from like months ago and it makes me szdkfjhsdkjf wanna cry. 

but plssss i really love the comment section so much and i’m happy i stopped doing the mass reply thing cause it didn’t feel genuine to me and then it’s like i’m responding days and weeks later. with the comments it’s at least in real time and like a big ass group chat ;-;;;;;

anonymous asked:

What does Jarchie do when they arent fighting or eating food?

man!! i feel like they do the most mundane crap?? like sometimes jughead will come round to archie’s and end up staying for days at a time just because he’s so at comfortable and at peace there?? and jughead likes to pretend that hes above stereotypical cliches and stuff, but hes secretly a sucker for them?? and archie teases him to no end about it??

- jughead not so secretly loves holding hands with archie but he always acts as if he’s too cool for it, and is always like ‘i dont get why we need to hold hands all the time? its so impractical? i can never get anything done?’ but when archie asks if he wants him to stop hes like ‘why would i ever want to do that?’

- also??? just them cuddling and watching tv?? and jughead feeling the need to add a running commentary to literally everything that’s happening lmao

- okay and them planning another road trip to make up for the one they missed, and literally counting down the days and marking off where they plan to stop on a huge map that’s pinned to archie’s wall?? and taking a disgusting amount of photos of one another while they’re on the road.

- archie watching the football game, and jughead watching archie watch the game, bc he has like no interest in sports, but finds how excitable archie gets confusingly adorable.

- archie playing jughead his songs and getting all flustered when jughead compliments them (and even more so when he catches him cluelessly humming it a couple of days later)??

I’m completely in love with CPD 4x13 “I remember her now”

Real life hit me hard when I least expected it… Can you imagine I had to wait another few days to watch the new CPD episode? After three weeks of waiting? Can you feel my pain?

Anyway, I thought I would still share my humble opinion. I would say that it was by far the best episode this season. I’m not even biased here, really. Brilliant writing that caught on every character and every storyline to a T. Brilliant directing with great attention to detail. Brilliant Jesse. No further comment needed. Danika Yarosh was amazing, too.

First of all, it was a welcome change of the narrative style for me. I’m kind of tired of the pattern where they go after a couple of false suspects in order to get the real one at the end. It also felt like they got for once a chance to live up to their reputation. After all, they are Intelligence, not Homicide.

Jesse’s acting was above and beyond all expectations. I was going to make a gif set representing the range of his emotions throughout the episode but then I realized I couldn’t do that because I can’t choose just one emotion for a gif. Like in interrogation room, when Tonya lays the blame on Ellie, you can see hurt, denial, anger, disbelief, disgust, and so much more. It’s all in his eyes. When he later interrogates Ellie, his gaze is so intense, he doesn’t even blink I believe, like he’s trying to see right through her, trying to read her thoughts. There is anguish in his eyes and a silent plea to say something to prove her words to him. When he first got in the room, it looked like he was going to reach out for Ellie, like he still believed her, no matter what Tonya had said. A tiny detail, but so meaningful. Amazing directing. And that smile when Ellie asked Jay about Erin? How would you describe it? There is definitely love here, and pride, and ease, and peace, and freedom from the weight life puts on him. Thinking of Erin is like coming home for him. It’s his safe haven. Please, somebody, shut me up or I’m going to write this stuff for the rest of my life.

About directing once again. Did you notice that Jay’s shirt was unbuttoned whenever he was with his team in the bullpen or in the interrogation room, but it was fastened every single time we saw him at Brady? He is so uncomfortable with this undercover assignment that he’s subconsciously trying to put an extra layer between him and whatever is going on inside of Brady.

And all this crap about success and positivity over the radio to highlight the dissonance with the actual state of things?

P.S. I made the mistake of going on Twitter. I usually don’t do that and definitely won’t do that again. Are we all watching the same show? Sometimes it doesn’t feel like that. Jealous Erin, marking her territory? Where did you find it, folks? She was nothing but kind and compassionate to Ellie. Details aside, Ellie is just a kid with a ruined childhood who has no one to take care of her. It rings a bell for Erin, don’t you think? Young troubled girls. In the very first scene with Erin we see her emotions written all over her face. It’s a hard case, the one that hits close to home. She was always emotionally invested into this kind of cases, from the season one. And she was concerned about Jay, she was supportive, she let him know she was there for him. And if you think Ellie was hitting on Jay, you’re missing the whole point of this story. Victim blaming isn’t good. Why do people even tend to lessen the value of such important and sensitive topics?

Sorry in advance for any mistakes. I’ve just watched the episode and I’m still emotional.

anonymous asked:

How many tumblrs are you managing now? 3? 4? How are you still sane? I mean, I'm not saying to stop. I love your work. Especially the art style. PS, Do you have other art pages? You know, not pony related? I want to follow you outside of this realm too.

This one and Moonset are pretty much the only ones I feel obligated to update regularly. The Other Royal Sketchbook has been pretty neglected lately but that was always a possibility since its update schedule has always been whenever I feel like it, usually during downtime at work… Which I haven’t had in a while. The mod blog is for general art… sometimes and reblogging whatever dumb crap amuses me.

I really do need to get back into the habit of doing regular, non-pony art. I do occasionally do human practices, but I don’t upload those because… eh, they’re just dumb practice sketches and I want to keep them stress-free. 

Being an extrovert is not all sunshine and rainbows

like the internet makes it out to be.

Being an extrovert means that whenever I am alone, I feel like crap. I feel so lonely that it is extremely hard to be productive. All I can focus on is the crappy feeling.

Sometimes, if I must be alone, watching TV makes me forget the crappy feeling, that is until the credits music plays and I feel a sinking dread at the realization of how alone I am.

Feeling lonely can make me feel guilty and/or inadequate for no apparent reason.

When I’m with people, the crappy feeling instantly goes away. Even if I’m just in a cafe doing homework instead of my room at home. I feel ambitious and productive again.

This does not mean that I don’t need any time to myself. But I would prefer my time to myself to be me alone in my room with someone else in the next room.

Introverts get their energy from being alone.

Extroverts get their energy from being with people. And as an extrovert, I drain from being alone. And it sucks.

Thank you for listening to this rant.

This is about to contradict a lot of “positivity” blogs out there

First of all: self-love and self-care are important. You are God’s creation and should treat yourself as such. However. Taking care of yourself only does so much.



Other people deserve to be cared for too.

So give them the positivity they might need. Be the one person who listens. Bless them in ways you wish others would bless you.

“But what about me?“


Helping people feel better helps you feel better yourself! Focusing on how my life sucks and how my problems outweigh everyone else’s and how I have it worse and on and on and on…

That only.


Your problems.


A lot of people say to put your needs first and all that. Sometimes that’s ok. But DO NOT forget the needs of others. They deserve the same love and care you give to yourself, and they might not even realize it. So, I say it again: give them that love. Even when it’s hard. Even when you feel like crap. I promise you will feel better.


For anon…enjoy!

“Hey Y/N,” a familiar voice called out.

You spun with a grin to see Luke heading your way. You waved politely as he made his way toward you.

“What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you could help me with my X-Wing,” he admitted before shyly smiling, “You’re the only mechanic I trust it with.”
You smirked with a slight blush. “Of course, Skywalker. Where’s she at?”

Chuckling, your crush led you to the banged up X-Wing. You smirked at the condition, not surprised in the least. You patted the machine lovingly. You sent a playful grin toward Luke.

“I’m surprised she’s still standing,” you teased.
Luke licked his lips and laughed. “I kind of know what I’m doing.”
“Right,” you teased before getting serious, “So, where’s the main problem?”

You slipped on your mechanic gloves, not noticing how Luke was watching you. He cleared his throat and forced his gaze to his jet.

“The engine’s been rattling for a few days now.”

Grabbing your tools, you moved to the engine. You opened the hood and propped it up. You rubbed your hands together in anticipation.

“Alright. Talk to me,” you muttered to the engine.

Luke held back a laugh as he and you set to work. He mostly handed you tools while you got your hands dirty. Your focus was fixed on the task. It had to be, otherwise you wouldn’t get anything done around Luke. Ever since you two met, he had always had a strange effect on you. It didn’t take you long to realize you actually had a crush on the Jedi. Due to your involvement in the war, you decided not to pursue any relationship quite yet. However, that didn’t stop your feelings.

You let out a hiss as you smacked your head against the hood of the aircraft. Luke was quickly at your side.

“Are you okay?” he asked with wide eyes.
You rubbed the small ache. “Yeah. I just got a little distracted.”
“By what?” he asked innocently.
You chuckled, not thinking before you spoke, “You. What else?”

You slapped a hasty hand over your mouth the second you realized what you had said. If the words hadn’t convinced Luke, your actions surely backed up his idea. He was blushing slightly. You looked at anywhere but him.

“I-I’m sorry,” you started, “I just…You see-”
“You like me?” Luke asked quietly.
You covered your red face and nodded. “Yeah. If you don’t feel the same that’s fine. We’re in a war after all. I mean, I may want to just hug you for a really long time sometimes, but, uh, crap. You didn’t need to know that. I-”
“Y/N,” Luke interrupted, grabbing your hands.
You shut your mouth and sent him a sheepish look.
“I like you too,” he admitted, a blush of his own spreading.

Your embarrassment dissolved into a shy grin. You couldn’t help tightening your grip in Luke’s hand.

“Really?” you whispered.
He nodded. “For awhile now…”
“Can I?”

His cheeks darkened as he nodded. Gently, you pulled him into a loving kiss. Moments later, Luke pressed harder against your lips, wanting to deepen it. You couldn’t help but smile against his lips, injury forgotten.

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anonymous asked:

I really admire how you still want to help ppl even when you feel like crap yourself. When I'm in your position I just want to curl into a ball and not talk to anyone. You're such a sweet and amazing person, I hope you know you can reach out to us as well

Aaww…That’s…Super sweet of you..I appreciate that so much, thank you! <:’)
Sometimes I want to do that and sometimes I get so overwhelmed that I just shut down entirely, but I’m tryin’ to prevent that from happening.
If I’m sweet, then you guys are even sweeter. I love you guys so much

Ok so gross over sharing in coming but my afab trans friends with large breasts should listen to this. ( I mean if you’re a cis girl and this helps yay too!! )

especially if you use a sports bra as a mock binder.

You’re gonna sweat, and your boobs are gonna be smushed together and trap the sweat between your boobs.

this will lead to something basically similar to zits between your breasts, if you don’t regularly scrub really good and keep your binder/sports bra clean (and don’t start any ableist crap about that being common sense, depression and dysphoria make common sense their victim on a regular basis)

they won’t present as zits always though, they’ll sometimes just feel like solid lumps under the skin between your breasts, hate to break the nasty to you but that’s puss and the best coarse of action is the put a warm wet cloth over the lumps and see if they go down

you can squeeze them and drain the puss like a zit but I’m like 70% sure that’s bad for your skin but I could be mistaken

ok so take care of yourself !!