that one new spot

I like to think that Keith kept sneaking into the Garrison to collect info, steal food,supplies etc and became a sort of a myth after some students spotted him during one of these trips. So the new Garrison meme is blaming Keith for everything

“ have you seen my maths book? I can’t find it.”.

“maybe Kogane took it”

“I failed my test, I think Kogane cursed me :/”

“The cafeteria ran out of tater tots before I could get any! Screw you Kogane!”

Keith Kogane, the Garrison cryptid

30 Day Studyblr Challenge

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!

Have fun :* xo

Hayley

I was stakin’ out the circus,
and then someone said that coneys really hot,
but when I got there, there was spot with all his cronies,
heck I’m gonna take what little dough I got and play the ponies,
we’s at least deserves a headline for the hours that they work us,
geez, I bet if I just stayed a little longer at the circus.

-did this picture not remind anyone else of those lyrics ??-

Cold Hands and Warm Freckles

Request: “Oooo what about a Draco x Reader where they are dating but someone uses a love potion on her and breaks up with Draco but then he realises what has happened and is super angry but fixes everything? Xxx”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1679 (short but sweet)

Warnings: Uhh like non consent? idk

Originally posted by nellaey


You smiled down at your captured hand, pale fingers intertwined with yours. Draco’s hands were always cold, even in the middle of summer. It was as if he had just taken them out of an ice bath, and they were perfectly pristine as well. But that slowly changed, the longer you two were together. You took him out for more days under the sun, and gradually his pale flesh, though mostly unnoticeable, had gained some colour, along with a few spotted freckles. He groaned whenever he’d find a new one, but you’d just kiss the spot, telling him how cute it was. His hands stopped being so cold, and they grew rougher. One day, when exploring through the Forbidden Forest, he has cut his palm on a sharp branch. You fretted over his wound, and made sure it healed well, but it still left a nasty, jagged scar. Draco was ashamed of it, always avoiding holding your hand with his left one. But with lots of coaxing, he eventually came to like it, after you had pressed countless kisses onto the slightly raised flesh.

“Everything about you is beautiful.” You’d tell him.

“No. But I think you’re turning me into something beautiful.” He replied one day. And it was true.

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New Jersey Gothic
  • Jerseyites don’t pump their own gas.  It’s illegal to.  You don’t know what would happen if you stepped out of your car at a gas station, and you don’t want to.
  • Fifteen years ago you honed your aim, proud of your ability to toss change into a toll basket while driving past it at 45 MPH on the Garden State Parkway.  Now they’ve consolidated and raised the tolls.  You get an EZPass so you can still outrun the thing lurking in the Cash Receipt lane.
  • The Parkway and the Turnpike stretch across the state like arteries.  You speed down them at 80 MPH, you are a blood cell in your red car.  You wonder where the heart is, but your exit comes before the beating becomes loud enough to drown out the sound of your horn as you flip off someone with a New York plate for cutting you off.
  • Not New York.  Not Philadelphia.  Proud to be New Jersey!” your radio declares.  You scoff.  As if they’re the only radio station in New Jersey.  You scan through the stations until you find another one from New Jersey.  “Not New York.  Not Philadelphia.  Proud to be New Jersey!” your radio declares.  You scoff.  As if they’re the only radio station in New Jersey.  You scan through the stations until you find another one from New Jersey.  “Not New York.  Not Philadelphia.  Proud to be New Jersey!” your radio declares.  You scoff … 
  • You drive up Route 18 and even though it’s the middle of the night, there’s traffic because there’s construction up ahead.  You sit there and inch forward.  Ten years go by.  The construction finally ends.  You can see your exit up ahead.  It’s closed due to construction.
  • “Why is New Jersey even called the Garden State?” they ask.  “It’s just a bunch of highways, landfills, and industrial complexes.”  They can’t see.  They’ll never see.  We won’t let them see.  We won’t let them take it from us.
  • Your friends from North Jersey say that you’re from South Jersey.  Your friends from South Jersey say that you’re from North Jersey.  The truth is that you don’t even exist.
  • Sometimes you like to sit out on your deck at night, listen to the crickets and the late-night traffic, and look up in the sky at the stars.  Tonight there’s more lights up in the sky, blinking and zooming across the constellations.  You sip your tea and smile.  Another exciting night for your friends in North Jersey.  You wonder which ones will survive this time.
  • You can’t imagine living in a state so big you need to get on a plane to fly across it.  New Jersey’s such a nice convenient size.  You could get in your car and start driving and be at the mountains in two hours.  Or New York City.  Or Philadelphia.  Or the beach or the woods or the mall or the amusement park.  Everything in New Jersey is two hours away.  Only the driving time while you’re conscious counts.
  • You have a love-hate relationship with New York City.  It’s so close and convenient and romantic.  But it also steals New Jersey’s tourists.  Its sports teams.  Its work force.  Your friends.  Your family.  Your pet cat.  Half of your wardrobe.  Your senses of accomplishment and modesty.  The memories of your childhood birthday parties.  You cling to the lawn outside of your significant other’s home, begging New York City not to steal it too.
  • Did you know that Frank Sinatra was from New Jersey?  Did you know that Meryl Streep is from New Jersey?  Jon Bon Jovi?  Jack Nicholson?  Kevin Smith?  George R.R. Martin?  Bruce Springsteen?  They’re heroes in New Jersey.  They escaped.  We know that they’ll return someday to save the rest of us from the things that live in the Cash Reciept lanes.
  • The Jersey Devil lives in the Pine Barrens, you tell all of your out-of-state friends.  They’ve never heard of it, of course.  They think that the New Jersey Devils are named after Satan (but then, they also think that the New Jersey Devils are just a hockey team).  You insist that if they just spent one night in South Jersey they would understand, just one night, come on, you insist.  You insist.  But no, they don’t believe you, they’re leaving and you panic because they don’t understand.  They don’t understand you’re just trying to save them.  The Pine Barrens are the only place it cannot go.
  • It’s almost that time of year again, time for the New Jersey Balloon Festival.  You can’t wait, all of those colorful hot air balloons, and the family-friendly activities, and the carnival food.  You have so much fun every year.  You can’t ever remember having actually gone, but.  It was fun.  Right?
  • New Jersey used to be one of the most popular vacation spots in the country.  But not anymore.  No one visits New Jersey anymore, they just drive through going somewhere else.  Sometimes they get off the Turnpike, though, by accident, end up on a highway they’ve never heard of, going south when the signs tell them they’re going north.  But no one ever visits New Jersey.
Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 2]

Originally posted by jacksonisjbssin

Chapter 2 of Yours, Unfaithfully.

Series Genre: AU/Angst/Smut

Chapter 1


The rest of the evening you went through the motions, smiling through the pain as countless guests congratulated you on your upcoming nuptials.

You wished you could leave. You wanted to hate your parents for separating you from the one person who understood every part of your heart, mind and body, but you couldn’t. They had given you everything under the sun and in their own way, you knew they were doing what they thought was best for you.

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In May, Aaliyah hosted a bash for Dash’s 30th birthday at a New York City club where they were spotted together; one person said they were “inseparable” – he even walked her to the bathroom. “I think rumors are hilarious,” she says. “I don’t pay any attention. It goes in one ear and out the other. When you’re in the business, you hang out with people, and people are like, ‘I wonder, are they seeing each other?’ I never dated Jay. I never dated Ginuwine. Damon and I are very good friends. I’ll keep it at that right now.” It’s hard to believe her when she’s wearing a small platinum and diamond Roc-A-Fella pendant on her neck. She claims that it’s hers and that it’s “just a little symbol of a record” and changes the subject, insisting that she’s briefly dated just two men in her whole life.

anonymous asked:

Hey can please request the strip poker one with Bellamy and Clarke? Love your writing by the way!

Thanks nonny!  Hope you felt like some s1 UST.

“Bellamy, we need to talk about the patrols,” Clarke said as she ducked into his tent. 

Bellamy was sitting cross legged on his pile of furs, playing solitaire.  “What’s wrong with the patrols?” he asked without looking up.

 Clarke tipped her head to the side.  “Where’d you get those?”

 “Confiscated it,” he said and moved one chain of cards to a new spot.  Clarke clucked her tongue and he sighed.  “Some of the kids were playing cards instead of doing guard duty, okay?  I’ll give it back when they’ve learned their lesson about paying attention.”

 Clarke sat down heavily across from him.  “We have to pare back the patrols,” she said, and finally his head snapped up.

 “Absolutely not.”

 “Bellamy—”

 “Those patrols are the only thing keeping us alive,” he growled, and Clarke bit back an irritated noise.

 “And we’ll starve to death this winter if we don’t send out more hunters.”

 Bellamy met her gaze evenly.  A muscle in his jaw fluttered and Clarke pressed her lips into a thin line.  “Play you for it,” he said.

 Clarke rolled her eyes.  “This is a matter of life and death,” she pointed out.

 “Isn’t everything down here?” he asked and her lips twitched into a smile against her better judgement.

 “What’s the game?” she asked and shrugged out of her jacket.

 Bellamy scooped the cards into his hands and started to shuffle.  “Poker?”

 “What are the stakes?”

 He looked around his tent critically, stalling, and shrugged.  “I got nothing, princess,” he said, slightly abashed.

 “You’ve got what you’re wearing,” she said.  “Strip poker.  First one naked loses.”

 Bellamy’s eyes grew comically wide.  “You’re kidding.”

 “I’m not,” she said, drumming her fingers on her thigh impatiently.  “It’s a solution, so unless you have any better ideas, let’s get on with it.”  She felt a little awkward thanks to his reaction— she’d seen his rotating roster of companions and had assumed he wouldn’t bat an eyelash.  But he was acting rather scandalized and Clarke was never quite sure how to react when she’d crossed a line.  So she pretended like she was bored and that seemed to do the trick.

 “Miller!” Bellamy yelled and Miller poked his head in.  “Nobody comes in unless it’s an emergency,” Bellamy ordered.  Miller grinned knowingly and Clarke kept her chin up.  It’d probably go through the camp like wildfire but she’d deal with that later.  Besides, she couldn’t chicken out now.

 Miller left and Bellamy cast her a searching look.  “You sure?”

 Clarke squared her shoulders.  “I’m in.  You?”

 “I’m in,” he said.  He started picking at the laces of his shoes and she raised her eyebrows in question. “You took your jacket off,” he said with a crooked smile.  “Fair’s fair.”

Clarke bit her lip to keep from smiling back and started to deal.  Bellamy lost the first hand and peeled off his socks, and then on the second hand Clarke laid her cards down with a smirk and off came his shirt.

Concentrating got harder after that.  She kept flicking her eyes up, taking in the breadth of his shoulders in the firelight.  She’d seen him shirtless around camp before but this felt different, more charged.  Bellamy caught her looking but he didn’t say anything, just discarded part of his hand and drew two more cards.

 Clarke wasn’t sure if she was relieved or annoyed when she lost that hand.  She pulled her shirt off without a second thought and felt his gaze on her skin.  It wasn’t an unwelcome feeling and she found herself wishing he would say something to break the tension that was ratcheting ever higher.  But he just waited for her to deal the next hand.

 Her nerves were getting to her.  She lost again, and stood to peel off her leggings.  Bellamy’s eyes dwelt on her legs and he swallowed thickly.  She sat down, one leg tucked in and the other stretched out towards him. Bellamy’s hand came to rest on her ankle.

 She looked up and he licked his lips.  His fingers curled around the bone, delicate and gentle.  “Clarke,” he breathed, so quietly she wondered if she imagined it.  His hand was warm and steady and sent sparks spiraling up her calf.

 “I know you said it only in an emergency but I think we’ve got one out here,” Miller called, and the moment broke.  

 They both scrambled up and started searching for their clothes.  “On my way,” Bellamy yelled back and stuffed his feet back into his shoes.  He charged out of the tent without a second look, leaving her alone with her pounding heart.

Incomplete

[Summary]: After finding out that your boyfriend Bucky had a one-night stand, your world came crashing down hard and you walk out of his life. Will you give him a second chance? Or will you leave him feeling incomplete?

[Pairing]: Bucky x reader (Steve is mentioned)

[Warning]: angst… SO. MUCH. ANGST. um.. there’s also mentions of cheating, drinking and a tiny bit of swearing.. also a teeny-tiny bit of abuse

[Word Count]: 2,295 (This is the longest one I’ve ever written! Damn, this got really wordy…)

Requested by: @ouatalways

Tagging: @bovaria @marvel-ash @just-call-me-mrs-captain @dividedwecantfall @buckysmetallicstump @mellifluous-melodramas @avengerofyourheart @buckyslion @metalarmproblems @marvelingatthewonder @beccaanne814-blog @mcuimxgine @capsbuchanan @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @that-sokovian-bastard @hellomissmabel @abovethesmokestacks @maybe-mikala @violentlyfarts @hymnofthevalkyries @after-avenging-hours @buckys-shield @buckysberrie @callamint @redgillan @whotheeffisbucky @candyrogers @blueeyedbucky @tragicalchemist @marvelous-fvcks @professionally-crazed @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @fanfic-shiz @i-dont-know-how-to-write @iwillbeinmynest @theassetseyeliner @lilasiannerd @aubzylynn @ourpeachskies

A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! Yea, here we go again with more Backstreet Boys music but this song just fit this request so perfectly. I have no shame for making you listen to their music… [x] Also, I’m so, so sorry about the tiny bit of abuse that I put in here. I DO NOT condone that kind of behavior in a relationship (I have seen it happen and it scared me) I’m also sorry for Steve being a complete jerk in this…

Originally posted by jugheadcami

One hour. One grueling, heart breaking hour is all it took to make the last two years fade into the dark.

You found out from Sam’s roommate, who also happened to be one of your best friends, that your boyfriend and a few of his friends had gotten drunk at a party that Sam threw at his apartment. Even though you were also invited to the party, you had to work that night but you told Bucky that he could go without you. Worst decision you ever made.

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