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!

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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Your relationship with Johnny from his POV

MASTERLIST

Next one in the series! This was a little harder because Johnny is kinda hard to read in the sense, I’m not sure how he’d be like in a relationship. He could be exactly how I describe him or he could be the complete opposite. Either way, he’s definitely boyfriend/husband/father material so enjoy :)

also i went fucking crazy with this, it’s 3200 words lmfao which is surprising because i found this really hard to write - either way, enjoy!


Your relationship with NCT from his POV

I will do all the debuted members in NCT excluding Sm Rookies, but first I’m starting with the hyung line of NCT before doing the maknae line!


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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!

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word count: 2,896
warnings: yeah a curse word here and there, it’s a smut but there’s no intercourse just some good ole dry humping it’s hot when done right okay enjoy and don’t judge
a/n: this is some shit i wrote it in like two hours don’t hate me for putting a fic out that is such low quality haha sometimes i just gotta write some random crap in between all the other crap to make myself feel good lol

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a fluff headcanon with either Damian or Jason bc I feel like crap emotionally right now please

Sure!

• Damian is secretly super affectionate
• Sometimes you’ll be sitting together on the couch and all of a sudden he’ll just be cuddling you
• Sort of like a koala
• Literally just will latch onto you in the middle of the night
• Or while you’re on the sofa together
• Likes to wrap himself around you
• Because he feels like he’s shielding you
• You cuddle into his chest and wrap your arms around him
• Your legs end up tangled together
• You rest your head into his shoulder and he leans his head on yours
• When he comes home from patrol and you’re already in bed he’ll just pull you tightly into him
• If you’re lying on the couch he’ll just lie down on top of you
• Then wrap himself around you and flip you so you’re lying on his chest

habits (isaac lahey one-shot)

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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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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)

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“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.

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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

hey i’m currently in the honors college at my university and here’s a list of things that i regret/am happy that i did in high school in relation to college. don’t mess up like i did!!!!!! heres my casual high school advice guide

  • take all honors and ap/ib classes, if you are able to (mentally/physically)!!! these look super rad. take all the honors classes you can, and ease your way into ap/ib classes. i personally don’t find honors classes much harder than regular classes, but every school is different. ap classes are, however, way harder than honors, in my opinion. i love ap classes though, cause, no matter your score on the test, it counts more towards your gpa!!!! you get an A in that and you are set, son. and ap classes count towards college credit!!! double whammy of awesomeness. by the time i started college, i had racked up enough ap credit to almost omit my freshman year. once again, super rad. 
  • drop the clubs you don’t like!!! i truly wish i could go back in time and deck myself for signing up for crap like hosa since i have/had zero intention of goin into the medical field. i just wanted to have a pretty resume but!! you know what!!!!!! its not worth it!!!!!!! WHY WAS I IN HOSA!!!! but!! more importantly drop the clubs you feel pressured to be in. im so serious about this. i started out doing drama and band in middle school, and i felt obligated to do them until my senior year because my teachers and peers expected me to. what was i thinking!! i hated band (and cut class sometimes oops) and my school’s drama program was broken. i dreaded going to them, and i thought theyd look good on my college application. honestly? continuity looks good, but you dont need to stay in everything especially in your senior year. you’re allowed to drop what you hate. instead of signing up for a bunch of random crap to seem well-rounded, find what you enjoy and become dedicated to that.
  • don’t be friends with people you don’t like. im gonna be real with you and say that i wish i couldve trashed like a dozen people in high school that treated me like crap. but i went to a small school and was scared to. also i was pretty introverted/had social anxiety. (!!!!) even if you don’t have the courage to call someone out, don’t bother yourself with staying friends with them. it’s not worth it, and as soon as you graduate you’ll never talk to them again. don’t do this to yourself, drop their asses!!!
  • following that, you won’t be friends with your high school friends in college. well, some, but not near as many as you think. the people you consider your best friends may fade out of your life, and that’s fine. i’m still friends with about… 3… people from high school. what i’m saying is, don’t feel pressured to make a ton of friends, and focus on those 3 friends that you’ll still talk to. once again, don’t be friends with people you don’t like.
  • try your best to have a great gpa. i reallllllly messed up my freshman year with mental shit and etc, but i bounced back in my junior/senior year. its not too late to raise your gpa. those ap classes really help here. in the end, what colleges care about the most is probably gonna be your gpa and test scores. if you have a 3.5, it’s fine if you don’t have a million clubs on your application. 
  • likewise, do your best on the sat/psat/act/etc. most colleges only require you to submit either your sat or act score. take them both, see what you like better, then focus on that one. i seriously bombed the sat, but got a 30 on the act without trying. i didnt need to retake it either, because i was….
  • realistic about my college prospects. would it be cool to go to yale? sure. was i gonna even apply? nah. my parents had done the prepaid college thing, and couldn’t afford to send me out of state or to a private school. so!! in-state i went. i’d known that i’d go to where i currently go to since sophomore year, and i was familiar with the entry requirements. the most prestigious of schools aren’t necessarily the best either, cause
  • you don’t need to go somewhere amazing for undergrad. that’s right i’m giving away the secret!!!! if you plan on pursuing a masters, which I recommend tbh depending on your field, then work your butt off in undergrad and have a great application for a masters program at a better school/program. you’ll have to take english and math wherever you go, so why pay 50k when you could pay 15k. 
  • here’s another secret, your high school accomplishments won’t matter in college. it sucks but you’re starting from square one, friend. i say this because nobodys gonna give a crap if you played juliet in the school play, so only do what you like in high school. don’t force yourself into hosa (me…..) cause you think its impressive. 
  • LEARN HOW TO WRITE!!!!!OMG!!! you will have to write a crap ton of essays for ap exams, college application essays, college papers, cover letters, etc. learn how to write well as soon as you can, because it will be useful for the rest of your life. a well-crafted essay could get you admission to college and a good cover letter could get you a job. I went from barely getting a B in English to being one of the best writers in the school. try your best to improve on even the smallest of assignments, and go to your english teacher for help. 
  •  it’s ok to suck at stuff and mess up. i was an all A student for most of middle school, but late in 8th grade I had depression and an eating disorder–it destroyed my grades. i was crushed by pressure to perform until 10th grade, where something in my head just clicked, and i did a 180. you won’t be good at everything, and you can bounce back from mistakes. i always got c’s and b’s in math because i honestly hated it and sucked at it. i had horrible teachers, too. but that’s fine, cause I ended up being really good at english and history. you can always become a better student, whenever you decide to. 
  • finally, relish your high school experience and be social. some of it will suck, but i guarantee that there will be moments you treasure. sometimes you’ll be crying in the parking lot, but then you’ll get 1st place in a competition and you’ll be smiling for weeks. one of my BIGGEST REGRETS is not being very social. i was very introverted and had anxiety, and i was the person who ran to the parking lot at the bell to get off of campus. i would rarely hang out with people and i’d just watch netflix and etc. don’t do that. no matter how hard it is, do your best to hang out with people. i always hated the lead-up to plans, but i rarely regretted going out when it was done. make as many memories as you can, and treasure them.
imagine #15

character - Gally

words - 2062

warnings - n/a

description - You cherish the promise ring Gally made for you back in the Glade.

a/n – requested anonymously ; I changed the request slightly as I tend to go by book events, but I hope you still like it!

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Aren’t you just – tired, sometimes? Like you’re tired of getting out of bed and you’re tired of eating and you’re tired of the people at school treating you like a piece of crap and you’re tired of breathing? Do you ever have that feeling that you just want everything to stop, without it hurting anyone around you?
—  b.d. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #131
Connor comforting you hc

about how Connor Murphy comforts you when you’re having a rough time

  • you tell him you’re having a bad day and his heart breaks and he mumbles “oh shit” under his breath
  • he hates seeing you upset, honestly it makes him super pissed at the universe
  • GIVES! YOU! SPACE!
  • most people think Connor would… idk like do parkour all the way to your house just to physically be there for you but nah
  • he gives you like an hour max to process through your feelings on your own
  • this isn’t to say that he doesn’t want to be there for you. he does. he just doesn’t want you to be dependent on him for comfort. and if you were in harms way, it’s a totally different story cause he’d be by your side in a heartbeat
  • he texts you, telling you how much he loves you
  • once a little time has passed he speeds to where you are
  • doesn’t say anything once he sees you, just wraps you in his arms and holds you
  • his hands feel nice running up and down your back and oh FRICk he’s still rubbing your back even though an hour has passed
  • lots of ‘I love you’s and forehead kisses
  • uses the back of his fingers to gently run your cheeks and if you were/are crying this feels GREAT because your face probably gets all warm and rosy when you cry and Connor’s fingers are always cold and soft
  • squeezes you tightly and mumbles “Tell me who made you sad so that I can kick the crap out of them” which he says because he knows it’ll lighten the mood
  • super good at listening to you talk about your situation A+
  • not super good at giving advice C- (but that’s fine because sometimes being heard and understood is all a person needs)
  • Just sadly responds with ‘I know’s and ‘I’m sorry’s 
  • ex: “I feel so tired and frustrated” “I know what it’s like to feel that way. I’m sorry, baby”
  • makes you drink water because crying dehydrates a person!!!
  • opens up your windows and curtains to let in natural light
  • secretly checks to makes sure you’re taking care of yourself
  • so like, he’ll go into your bathroom and casually check your medicine cabinet to see if you’ve been taking the right amount of meds and looks in your fridge to see if you’ve been eating right
  • wraps you up in warm blankets and holds you as you take the nap he demanded you have
  • kisses your sleepy lips because he thinks you’re cute when you sleep 
  • wakes you up by running his fingers through your hair
  • asks you how you’re doing frequently
  • is concerned for you from a distance and only intervenes when he feels he has to
  • is super good at looking out for you and minimizing the amounts of times that you feel sad

anonymous asked:

I've just been rereading some of your wonderful longfic and you write such good action i'm so envious, especially Don't Wait Up for Me. Someone said it was cinematic and I think thats a good description. Whenever I try to write action I just can't or it doesn't seem very good, and I wonder if you have any advice as a writer and editor about how to write action scenes, or just any writing advice in general.

First, I have to apologize for taking so long to respond; it’s been hard to get back in the swing of things after surgery. Second, thank you so much for the lovely compliment, and I’m so glad you liked Don’t Wait Up for Me, because that’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever done.

To your question: I sometimes feel like I could write a book, just based on the sheer volume of crap I read for my job and the way all these things pile up for me, but there are hundreds of writing advice books out there, and some of them are even actually good so no one needs another one. :-D But I think there are some specifics to writing action, and in particular action within fanfiction, that are fairly unique and not always addressed in tutorials.

When I’m copyediting fiction especially, I often find my attention wanders or my eyes glaze over because of flabby or weak writing, and that’s just death for a scene where people are supposed to be doing stuff and hooking the reader. The same mistakes kind of pile up and up, and this is pro published stuff. Fan readers are pretty forgiving mostly, but a lot of these issues have an unconscious effect on us, we forget fics that could be memorable because we skimmed over stuff that should engage us.

Years ago at Slate, I copyedited a book review that made me laugh, because it was a lot of these problems in a nutshell:

His writing is riddled with clichés that are daily struck down by conscientious high-school teachers. The characters always think “for a moment,” as if a sustained thought is impossible in the Wagnerian world. “Silence” plagues the pages, and it often “follows” speech. The thunder claps “Whrromp!” Every glance is recorded, for no discernable reason—everyone is “looking” or “focusing” all the time. The faces repeatedly “light up.” People don’t smile—they “start to smile"—and they do things “a little,” even if much happens “all of a sudden.” Here is a typical passage: “Liz started to smile, then started to say something, then thought better of it. Her smile faded for a moment, while she seemed to concentrate on a thought.”

That’s the kind of writing that can just utterly kill action scenes. So what would I tell you to avoid that kind of stuff? :

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Aw.  Shout out to fellow hindi-grandpa aficionado @nochenails for always leavin’ me the nicest comments <3 <3

Also what’s this i hear about people bagging on ff12 just ahead of the rerelease?  Kids, if you don’t like it, don’t buy it/play it.  I don’t like 8 but i don’t crap a big turd on anyone who is super into it.  Sometimes it just comes down to personal taste when it comes to different ff.

I mean just sayin though, you’ll miss out on that guy ^

with the fancy hair

which would be like too bad

anonymous asked:

Hcs for Michael mell x reader who wears glasses?

You always wear contacts, so Michael has no idea you need glasses until you spend the night and decide to wear your glasses instead of your contacts.

Michael does a double take when he sees you, because my god you look so good in glasses, how??

The two of you have surprisingly similar glasses, so if you spend the night you have to put your glasses on two different tables so you don’t end up with the other person’s glasses.

You always bring the other person along to the optometrist if you need new frames and or a new prescription, so you have a second opinion on what to buy.

After Michael first sees you in your glasses, you wear them more often because he makes you feel so beautiful in them.

Sometime during the course of yours and Michael’s relationship, Jeremy gets glasses as well, so the three of you become the #OpticallyChallengedSquad

Your glasses always seem to be filthy, and Michael can’t stand it. He hates it.

“Y/N, babe, you gotta let me clean your glasses. They’re disgusting.” “Ok fine, I guess.” “Holy crap, I can actually see now.”

The two of you find it weird when the other person isn’t wearing their glasses. Like, if Michael’s just come out of the shower, you just look at him really weirdly because ‘my god, is this what you actually look like?’

For your first Halloween together, you dress as each other, and that’s the night you find out that you have the exact same prescription.

You wear each other’s glasses, and you’re like ‘how come I can actually see well out of these?’ Then there’s the revelation of ‘my god, we have the same prescription.’

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.

Something I found out drawing Smoky Quartz

I was having trouble drawing Smoky Quartz because I wanted to draw them sitting on a bean bag chair, which I haven’t drawn before and I wanted to share with you guys the things I did to help me get used to drawing a new pose so you can use it too.

1. Try to find a reference image for the pose you want 

Try to find reference image to help with drawing anatomy wise then give up because none of the images are taken from the right angle and/or none of the people are in the right position so you go and try to wing it.

2. First sketch

Half-ass that first sketch, ¼-ass that first sketch if you need to. Never full-ass that first sketch, putting all your effort in that first sketch is just gonna cause you pain and anger because you are gonna feel like crap for not getting it right on the first time. I sometimes end up ripping a hole through my paper with my eraser by the amount of anger I felt not being able to draw a hand properly. To avoid that amount of pain never full-ass your first sketch.

3. Make that next sketch

For you next sketch add ¼ more of ass in your sketch. Use that previous sketch as a reference so you can see what details you want to add and what do you want to get rid of. But don’t put all your effort in this sketch, this is so you get use to drawing where arms and legs are supposed to be. Smoky has murder in their eyes and they’re bald, but that’s ok.

4. Make sketch that you like

USE THE ENTIRETY OF YOUR ASS. MAKE SOMETHING THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY. YOU DON’T HAVE TO TRY TO DO MORE THAN YOU CAN DO JUST TO MAKE OTHER PEOPLE HAPPY. MAKE ART THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY. IF SOME ONE DOESN’T LIKE YOUR DRAWING BECAUSE THEY THINK YOUR ANATOMY IS OFF AND THEY ARE BEING AN ASS ABOUT IT YOU DON’T NEED TO LISTEN TO THAT. IT’S OK TO TAKE A BREAK WHEN IT FEELS LIKE DRAWING SOMETHING IS LIKE RUNNING A MARATHON. IT’S OK TO DRAW SOMETHING THAT MAY NOT LOOK THE BEST BECAUSE YOU ARE HUMAN. YOU LEARN, YOU CHANGE, YOU EVOLVE, SO IF YOU THINK YOUR ART IS BAD YOU’RE WRONG. EVERY PIECE OF ART IS GOOD IF IT MAKES THE PERSON MAKING IT HAPPY AND IT DOESN'T HURT ANYONE. 

YOU DO YOU AND GO HAVE FUN, BE FREE.