still not doing the essay

My truest love

warm and soft like a fireplace….a heith….

here comes a special baby!

I love this series sm

the saddest part of the whole WengerOut thing is that most of these fans have actually experienced all the glory days with him, they have enjoyed every one of his successful years. a lot of us newer fans have only read about those days and watched videos, and yet we have so much respect for the man and all that he has done for the club. it makes me sad that the fans with the first hand experience of the wins and celebrations can so easily disregard, if not forget, all his achievements and would go so far as to force him to leave. i dont deny a new manager may be good for the club in some aspects, but sometimes loyalty should stretch further than your love for your club, to the person who has been through it all with you and is probably more concerned with its present state than any fan can be.

totallytracted  asked:

WHAT WHY ARE YOU STOPPING YOUR BLOG? sorry i just really love it. It's so cute and nice luv you

oh man thank you sm <333 i wanna archive the blog once it reaches 1000 prompts because 1. 1000 is a nice number to end off on and 2. its pretty hard to come up with prompts man!! like when i first started this blog i had SOOO many ideas, it wasn’t till around #500 that i really started relying on submissions. maybe i’ll keep with the blog after 1000 prompts, who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ for now, the game plan is 1000 prompts and then bam im done.

(maybe i’ll make this into a different kind of blog after 1000 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

2/100 days of productivity: even though I didn’t tick as much off of my list as I would have liked to, I was still happy with the progress I made. I’m currently doing an essay on Max Weber and felt like I understand so much more about his Protestant ethic thesis, as well as secondary academics critiquing him. Here’s a pic of my set up/readings today :)

English Literature: Self-care

Self-care for English Literature Students:

  • If you are ill or just having an off day, recovery is the most important thing. Take that nap you really need, watch that film you’ve wanted to watch in ages, read a non-academic book. Over-exerting yourself will only hinder how fast you recover.
  • Read in bed. Just pick a book, your favourite one you are studying or the one you are currently studying, get in bed and read it. This way, you’re still doing work, it’s just not as strenuous as writing essays or anything else. You don’t even have to take notes, just be reading the book you’ll be able to absorb information without you even realising it.
  • If you aren’t up to reading, try watching a film based on one of your texts, as it’ll still help enhance your knowledge of the plot and characters to some extent. Or alternatively, you can try watching some critical analysis youtube videos of your texts.
  • Listen to audiobooks as this can be less tiring than reading, particularly when you are ill. This way, you can still effectively learn the text without doing much work.
  • Eat healthily, and drink plenty of water. This will help your body recover.
  • Take as many days off as you need. Forcing yourself back into school/collage/university when you are still unwell won’t help you recover.

some modern Davey Jacobs headcanons that no one asked for but y’all are getting anyway:

  • davey’s a giant english and history nerd and while he’s still really good at maths he’d rather write like 5 essays than do a page of math
  • he wears those rounded hipster glasses in that tortoiseshell colour but is completely unaware they’re hipster… he just needs to see 
  • lives in short sleeve button downs
  • modern au davey is basically an accidental hipster okay
  • everyone goes to him for homework help and they get worried that they’re bothering davey too much but he genuinely loves helping his friends 
  • is generally a quiet and peaceful person but say something bad about his siblings or Jack and you will get punched in the face
  • his room is like 50% bookshelves he owns so many books
  • jack doesn’t find this out until he and davey start dating but davey is a real cuddler. he’s not super affectionate in public but when they’re in bed or on the sofa he likes a good snuggle
  • his taste in music is purely orchestra stuff, both classic and modern, or just random soft pop he finds on spotify. davey rarely gets given the aux cord. 
  • davey wants to leave a mark on the world. he’s not sure how, but he’s going to do it. 
You Are Mine

Request from @thedreamsofafangirl: Could you write an imagine where Draco gets sick but is allergic to the main ingredient in pepper up potion and y/n is a great potion maker and she nursed him back to health?

Sure thing :) thank you so much for your kind words!! it means a lot :D 

*I am so sorry this has been ages! It’s been in my drafts for like two months and I totally already thought i’d posted it 😬 thank you so much though!!*

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I like to think of music as an emotional science.
—  George Gershwin
Do you hate me? Character set 1 of 2, Ruby and Weiss


It was not Weiss’ intention to, as Yang so wonderfully put it, explode. As a reminder, she advised the blonde that she already knew what it meant to explode, and this wasn’t exploding. That involved red dust. Still, it was a meager attempt at a joke to save herself that time and both of them knew it. Yang had nearly decked her for that. Instead, she did her best to calmly remind Weiss that she was Ruby’s first friend here at Beacon.

But she already knew that. Ruby was her first friend too.

It wasn’t a tirade of words she had spewed at Ruby. It was a succinct line that perfectly summarized both her anger and concern. But a moment of sadness crossed her partner’s face before it quickly turned away and disappeared in a flutter of petals.

Admitting she was wrong tended to be extra hard for Weiss. But she wasn’t even wrong in this case. Her intentions were pure. It was the emotion behind her words that threw everything out the window and put her into the library, stewing in her seat and trying to write the next paragraph in her essay for Oobleck’s class.

She would apologize. After everything cooled off, and she could think about it more, and maybe order some cookies or something to show she was sorry, things would go back to being a bit more normal between each other.

She would apologize tomorrow. It was a good plan.

But right as her fingers began to type out the words, a quick blur of black and red entered the top, and her heart jumped. Limbs freezing, she slowly willed herself to look up.

By then Ruby had already moved, quickly ducking under the table. “Ruby!” Weiss’ hands flew to her skirt, making sure it was pushed down. Lowering her voice, she hissed, “What are you doing?” But to her surprise, a small, red, and wooly figure appeared before her at the other end of the table. Two beady black buttons were sewn on top of its stretched material, like it was just a little too small for Ruby’s hand.

It’s ‘mouth’ opened and her partner’s somewhat muffled voice came from beneath the table.

“Hi. I’m Ribby.”

It was a sock puppet.

“Excuse me?” Her first reaction was disbelief. “Ruby, what are you-”

“Ruby’s sad and scared to talk to you right now. So she asked me to do it for her.”

Weiss should have expected as much, but this was ridiculous. She felt her eyes close as she sank her forehead into her palm. “In what way?”

‘Ribby’ failed to respond at first, but eventually moved to speak again. “She’s scared you don’t want to be friends anymore. So she wants me to ask you some questions. I’m a huntress like you, and my semblance is to make you tell only the truth. You’re not allowed to lie to me. Do you promise that you won’t lie?”

“Ruby, this is-”

“It’s Ribby.”

Letting out a breath, she answered. “Okay. I won’t lie.”

“Do you promise?”

“You-!” she forced herself to become still again, blinking her eyes twice. “I promise I won’t lie.”

There was a small pause, as if the sock puppet was testing her, but then began to move again. “Are you angry with Ruby?”

“I was angry, yes. But not as much anymore. Much less. And…” Technically she was saying it to Ribby. But Ribby was being controlled by Ruby, so that meant apologizing here was just as good as apologizing to her, right? “I’m sorry about what I said earlier. It was out of place. I was taken by the heat of the moment.”

There was a small pause while the puppet thought. “Do you hate me?”

Weiss’ eyebrow rose. “You?”

“I-I mean, do you hate Ruby?”

This time an angry huff came out of her lips and she folded her arms, leaning back in her chair a little. “I hate the fact that you, Ribby, are speaking in the place of my partner. But no, I do not hate Ruby.”

This time there was a longer gap of silence before her next question.

“Do you still want to be friends with Ruby?”

Her answer was quick. “Yes.”

As if not believing her, the sock puppet ‘stared’ at Weiss for a little longer. But before she could say anything else, it slowly descended below the table. Keeping her lips still, she watched as Ruby’s head once again entered her view.

“Hi Weiss.” Her voice was small, cautious.

“Hi Ruby.”

Despite the fact that it was clearly her in control of ‘Ribby’ and heard her honest responses, her frame seemed small. It was as if she didn’t believe Weiss’ responses.

“Ribby told me that you’re sorry and we’re still friends. Is that true?”

Weiss scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m sorry. And yes, we’re still friends.”

“… Can you help me understand what I’m supposed to do for Oobleck’s essay?”

An easy smile came to her lips and she patted the chair next to her. In a flash Ruby’s head ducked under again. In moments the girl squirmed up from beneath table and took a seat next to her. More would be said later. This wasn’t the end, but for Weiss it was good enough for now.

mbc fm - starry night radio ♡ 170511
translation: fantaemsie  

kangta: from other’s perspectives jonghyun has achieved a lot but what does he want to obtain?
jonghyun: actually, when i was young, the thing i still do …, since i like writing, whether it’s novels or essays or etcetera, for me, it’s a writer. i want to build a career as a writer even more.
kangta: i believe you’re going to achieve it, even from the essay parts i’ve read right now from the album. it’s very promising, really. so, the dream that twenty eight year old kim jonghyun wants to achieve?
jonghyun: a writer or a poet.

If ACT Sections Were Buzzfeed Quizzes

English: Can You Fix This Complete Trainwreck of an Essay?

Math: Do You Still Remember This Stuff From 3-4 Years Ago?

Reading: Can You Agree With Us On These Completely Subjective Questions?

Science: Do You Know What Graphs Are?

Writing: Can You Write Like You’re Still in Sixth Grade?


with every step and jump, with every twist and dip, and with every sway and swirl, you’ve expressed yourself without uttering even a single word and to be honest, i don’t think words are enough for you to let everyone know how much you want it, how no one wants it more than you do and that’s what makes your dance the most beautiful of them all. you’ve waltzed into everyone’s hearts with your powerful moves and graceful twirls but you’ve snugged yourself in when you showed how genuine you are. your laughs that are distinctively louder than everyone else, your smiles that are brighter than the sun, even your tears that tug at every heartstrings and then you turn and spin everyone on their axis by curving your lips into a sinful smirk, moving your body in an almost illegal way, and looking like you know something that nobody else does. but that’s what makes you so endearing and special. you’re always so grateful to every one but the only one you should be the most grateful to is yourself. 

never stop standing on stage like you were meant to be there and continue the dream you have been longing for since the start. it’s only right for you to claim everything you deserve because you’ve earned it and there’s only more for you in this world and nothing less. I love you so much, my two left feet could almost dance. happy birthday to the one and only dancing machine, our precious Kim Jongin. #HappyJonginDay #종인아생일축하해

some aus to consider

  • rival superheros who are trying to protect the same small city
  • “i have no idea how to work this washing machine, can you help me?”
  • both stuck in the dorm common room because their respective roommates needed “alone time”
  • person A asking for directions from person B because they’re new in town and hopelessly lost
  • constantly fighting for the best seat in the library/coffee shop/whatever
  • posted a joke ad in the classifieds but someone actually responded
  • person A who sits in the back of every staff meeting and makes snarky comments under their breath about everyone the whole time and person B who arrived late and sat next to them and can barely hold in their laughter
  • met while buying condoms at the corner store
  • strangers who end up on the kiss cam at a sporting event
  • date auction for charity
  • neighbors who only meet because “i cannot get this stupid jar open, can you help?”
  • “i promise i’m not hitting on you but you smell really good”
  • Me: Okay, I should really just get on and write this essay. I've got it all planned out, I just have to write the damn thing.
  • Avoidant part of my brain: Yeah, okay, but how about we do this other thing first. Then we'll get to writing it up. It won't take long.
  • Me: Yeah, okay, I guess it's early enough.
  • Sensible part of my brain: Or you could just do it now and get it over with.
  • Me: It's fine. It's totally fine. I can get to it later.
  • Anxiety: It's kind of not fine, though. Let's freak out a little.
  • Me: Okay, maybe I should do it...
  • Avoidant part of my brain: Orrrrrrr you could do this other thing you've been putting off.
  • Me: Well, that does need to be done, and I do still have a couple of weeks before this essay is due.
  • Sensible part of my brain: Omg, just do the fucking essay already. It'll take you, like, two hours, tops.
  • Me: Two weeks! It's fine.
  • Anxiety: This is definitely not fine.
  • Me: Yeah, okay, maybe doing it would be good.
  • Avoidant part of my brain: You know what you haven't done in a while? Laundry. Do you even have clothes to wear tomorrow?
  • Me: Well, I do need clothes...
  • Sensible part of my brain: Okay, that does need doing, but then straight back onto this essay!
  • Me: It's fine, I'll get to it.
  • Anxiety: That's it! I've had enough! This is an attack! An attack of anxiety!
  • Me: Okay, okay, sheesh! I'll do the damn essay.
  • Avoidant part of my brain: No! Two weeks, remember? Two whole weeks!
  • Me: I'll just do the introduction to shut anxiety up... Hey, this is way easier than I thought it would be...
  • Anxiety: Oh thank god.
  • Me: Why do I feel like I'm about to pass out all of a sudden?