What she means:
Why is it that we can take almost professional quality photos of literally every mundane thing in our lives these days but the second someone spots a UFO suddenly every camera on earth becomes a mid 90's low res grainy camcorder that's about to run out of battery.
Hello everyone! So in my time here I haven’t really come across a studyblr challenge other than the great “100 days of productivity” meme which I know is really helping a lot of people! I know there are probably some out there but I decided to contribute too!
However, I know some people struggle with what to post and when, and 100 days is a huge commitment! So I designed this short(er) “30 Day Studyblr Challenge” that anybody can participate in if they want to! The 30 days don’t have to be consecutive because I understand that people are busy and can’t always find time in the day to come on tumblr! So I invite you to take part in this little activity, and please feel free to tag me in your challenge uploads - If I see that I’ve been tagged I’ll check the post out.
Here are your challenge questions: Day 1: A photo of your supplies Day 2: A photo of your study space Day 3: Your favourite motivational quote Day 4: A photo of your most recent work Day 5: A photo of your favourite book Day 6: A photo showing how you relax Day 7: The best advice anyone’s ever given you Day 8: A photo of your to-do list Day 9: A photo of your desk in use Day 10: Who is your favourite teacher/professor and why? Day 11: A photoset detailing your routine for the day Day 12: A photo of your favourite study snack Day 13: A photo of your textbooks Day 14: Send your favourite studyblr(s) an uplifting message! Day 15: A photo of your handwriting Day 16: What music do you like to listen to whilst studying? If you don’t listen to music while you work, what do you do? Day 17: Find a new/different study spot to your usual one and snap a photo! Day 18: A photo of your favourite pen(s) to use Day 19: A photo of your study space featuring a glass of water. (It’s super important to stay hydrated while you study!) Day 20: Talk about your favourite fictional character Day 21: A photo of your diary/planner/journal Day 22: A photo of your dream school/university Day 23: A photo of your favourite character from TV (Because it’s important to relax sometimes too) Day 24: Write the sentence “I can do anything as long as I put my mind to it.” in all of the languages that you speak and take a photo. Tell yourself that every day! Day 25: A photo of the work/notes you’re most proud of Day 26: Try out mind-mapping and photograph the end result Day 27: Try out a printable and take a photo of it in use Day 28: Try going for a walk before you start studying today. Take a photo of something interesting you see while you’re out. Day 29: Describe your study technique. Is it different for different subjects? Day 30: You made it! Reward yourself by doing one of your favourite things to do and snap a photo!
Please don’t forget to tag me in your posts, and/or tag them with #studyblrchallengehayley so that I can make sure I see them!
Remember when we were talking about our headcanon that Kara takes photos of Lori every day with different Snapchat filters, and I asked you which one you thought would be her favorite?? I was being super sneaky so I could commission @lesly-oh to do draw this for you! XD
You are such a sweet, caring, and generous person, and an amazing friend who’s always there for us. I wish you all the happiness in the world, you deserve it!!! ❤️❤️❤️
The ‘Eternal Hope’ of Photography and Fatherhood with Rob Yaskovic
To see more of Rob’s portraits, follow @robyaskovic on Instagram.
As the dad of four children ranging in age from 15 to 5, photographer Rob Yaskovic (@robyaskovic) enjoys untold opportunities for capturing informal family portraits — with “enjoys” being the operative word. “Every day, I’m taking photos,” Rob says. “Every day, I’m thinking about photos, and my children end up in my pictures because I’m around them so often. When you have four kids with crazy schedules, that’s your life. Fortunately for me, it also happens to be pretty exciting.”
At 38 years old, Rob has been a working photographer — five years at a New Jersey newspaper, then freelancing for magazines, shooting weddings and other gigs — for almost half his life. Explaining his passion for the craft of picture-taking, Rob cites another longtime pastime that has given him pleasure through the years: fly fishing. “It’s about the decisive moment. When you’re trout fishing, drifting a dry fly, you hold your breath, waiting for the strike. It’s like that with photography, too. It’s about eternal hope. You’re always hoping something amazing is going to happen on the river, or in front of your camera. And sometimes, if you’re lucky, it does.”
Could I get a scenario and/or headcanons of the chocobros with a chubby s/o? Sorry if it's a weird request;; I need the self-esteem after being called fat a lot recently :,)
Noctis wouldn’t mind your size at all. If you take away the fact that he’s royalty, he’s acutely aware that he’s a total dork. So the fact that someone likes him for being himself amazes him. He knows you adore him completely, and he’s totally devoted to you. He always makes sure that you’re showered in love and attention and makes sure that people acknowledge you when you’re in social situations or meeting newcomers.
Prompto used to be bigger, so he knows the societal pressure that people put on you and he thinks it’s totally unfair. He loves every bit of you––your stomach, your thighs, your arms, and he tells you so every day. He loves taking photos of you and showing them to you so that you can see yourself through his eyes, and so you can see just how beautiful you truly are.
Gladio enjoys physical activity, but he never pushes you if you’re not into it. He doesn’t mind if you’re on the chubbier side, it’s just more of you to hold onto when you’re being intimate. He’s fiercely protective of you when it comes to your self-esteem issues and he’ll be the first to go after someone who says anything sideways in your direction. He just wants you to be comfortable in your own skin.
When Ignis goes blind, you get a little more self conscious because he’s touching you constantly. But he assures you that he absolutely loves your curves. He didn’t care either when he could see, which he reminds you of constantly, and enjoys indulging in rich foods with you whenever it suits your fancy. You enjoy food and Ignis enjoys cooking––really, it’s a match made in heaven.
Imagine Yurio waltzing into Victor's apartment in St. Petersburg because he can and saying "WHAT'S UP FU-" and Victor goes SHHHHH and points to the couch where Yuuri is sleeping, curled up with Maccachin.
“WHAT’S UP FU–”
There’s a hand clamped over his mouth.
His eyes go wide and he glares at Victor, who has a finger pressed firmly to his own lips, his expression grave. Then, slowly, he lowers his hand from Yurio’s mouth, points towards the couch, where Yuuri is sleeping with Makkachin snug against his side. His hair is messy, lips parted, and he shifts slightly in his sleep, burying his nose in the dog’s fur.
Yurio blinks at Victor, asking him if he’s seriously going to ask him to stay silent so that Yuuri can sleep at two in the afternoon, but then he sees Victor take his phone out of his pocket and snap a photo. “You’re really taking photos of him? Doesn’t this happen, like, every day?”
Instantly, the hand is back on his mouth. “Shhh,” he urges, his voice barely a whisper. “You’ll wake him.”
“if I haven’t woken him yet, he’s not going to wake up,” Yurio points out, his voice muffled by Victor’s palm. He nips at it and Victor pulls his hand back, yelping.
“He’s so peaceful,” he says dreamily, then, as though it’s an afterthought, takes another photo of him.
Yurio rolls his shoulders back. “Let’s draw a mustache on his face.”
Victor thinks for a second. “No, we’ll draw hearts on his face. I don’t want him to have a mustache.”
Lukas lounges on the couch and stretches
his legs out until his knee cracks. He can still see the rainbow flag across
the street billowing out their neighbor’s window and he sighs, smiling to
Spring semester was a breeze compared to
their fall semester, though they only had two classes together this time around.
Philip takes and develops more photos every day, and he joined a photography
club that monopolizes way too much of his time, Lukas decided after twelve
hours apart. More and more people have been getting interested in Philip’s work,
and someone actually hired him to take pictures of their baby shower. Lukas
went with him and after a brief freakout in the hallway, Philip took some of
the best pictures Lukas has ever seen him take. They were gorgeous and he got a
hundred bucks out of it, but Lukas has still yet to convince him to actually
try to start taking freelance pictures for events. But he’s gonna keep trying.
They visited home more and Lukas practiced
on his bike when he was in Tivoli, always with Philip pressed up close against
his back. It felt strange when they were there, like they were catching a bit
of the past and holding it between their fingers—they always have more
nightmares when they’re there, but Lukas is grateful they never have to worry
about not sleeping in the same bed.
They escaped midterms with all A’s, and
finals with A’s and B’s and one B-, thanks to Philip’s chemistry class, and
they celebrated finishing their first year of college with Angela, some gourmet
New York pizza, and the puppies. Which made Philip want a dog even more. Which
made Lukas start thinking really hard about the future.
For now, it’s the beginning of their
summer and the beginning of June, which means that Philip is fluttering around
the apartment, getting ready for the Pride Parade. He’s been anticipating it
ever since he found out it was going right by their apartment, and in the
beginning he wasn’t sure if Lukas would go with him. But they’re long past the
point of being afraid to ask things like that, and when Philip presented the
question Lukas, of course, said he’d be going with him.
Sorry for the wait! I’ve been ill and I’ve been busy, and I’ve been annoyed, but I did get a drabble out which you can check out here! But I’m back with chapter four now so I hope you enjoy this piece. I had a not so nice comment this morning about how this fic seemed to be similar to another fic on here that’s currently being written but I just want to assure that anon and any other people that it’s not the same, clearly, and the other person has even seen my plan and knows it’s different, so there’s no drama!
Thanks to my baes @islareeveswriting and @harrysmeadow for dealing with my constant moaning about how ill I’ve been and praising my newly acquired cheesecake making skills, and the dog Snapchats, you know how much I appreciate a dog video.
As usual, please let me know your thoughts! I want to hear everything!
In the two and half weeks since going to Weymouth together, Harry and Meredith had barely been out of each other’s pockets and they’d spent most of their time in her tiny flat, watching films, eating, and sleeping. He’d had a couple of meetings for his album which he’d scheduled in the mornings so by the time he got back with breakfast, Meredith was only just waking up, and if she was still asleep, he’d gently creep back onto the bed and stroke her cheek until it tickled her enough to make a her smile and her eyes would flutter open, and she’d push him away with a “shut up” being whined out.
They’d been getting on strangely well considering the hormones racing around her body, becoming more comfortable with their situation and being productive about it all rather than moping about in panic and confusion. The two of them both understood that they were still blocking out the thoughts about telling other people but if it allowed them some space to be happy together, then it was ok for the moment; they’d cross the other bridges when they got to them.
Harry had organised visits to two different private hospitals in London so they could look around and decide where they would have the appointments, scans, and ultimately where she’d give birth. Meredith was reluctant to let him spend over the odds for her and their baby, but when Harry wanted the best, he got it. She’d zoned out a little when Harry and the midwife who was showing them around had started talking about water births, taking more of an interest in the view across London for a little while as they discussed the pros and cons. Hearing Harry talk about pain relief options and epidurals weirded her out a little, but in the car home they settled on the first one they’d been to, even if it cost £1000 a night extra: “they have better breakfasts,” he’d said.
they’d prolly make the biggest mess ever not clean up lmao I shall put this under college!au I’m dropping hints that i love college!au I love college!au hehe thanks for requesting!! have a great day/night!
- admin em
okay i lied he prolly does all the cleaning
gets super fussed if things are out of place
it’d be like “hey, did you see my comb” and you’d be like
“oh yeah I put it on the table”
he’d be all nice but inside he’s plotting murder
apart from that, just keep everything clean and he’ll be a cool roommate
“hey, you want Chinese take-out tonight?”
always order take out
sometimes if there is a shortage on things, lets you have them
“it’s okay, i’ll sponge of bobby or donghyuk”
studies 90% of the time
helps you with your work even if he doesn’t even do it
“jinhwan, how the hell do you know about chemical formulas, don’t you take english?”