the little chaos


“…I’m doing more than fine.”

I’ve never made a gifset before so excuse the shittiness of it, but man, out of everything he said in that last video, this one spoke to me the most. We’re all doing fine. I could go in depth about how this community has changed me, and how much I love seeing what you guys make, and jesus christ, just how much positivity radiates from our little nook on tumblr, but I think the big thing is that I’m just so proud to associate myself with you guys. 

(i hope you guys don’t mind if I tag you, I just thought I would reach out to some of my favorite jims)
@pleaseletthisjimbetaken @ironwoman359 @jim-protection-squad @ego-protection-squad @markired @snowelfxx @jiiiimmmm-with-dyed-hair

the no bullshit guide to getting your shit together: for the lazy student

Let’s be honest: time management and organization? They’re really hard. Sure, at first you might feel like you’ve gotten the hang of them, that you’re in control of your life. But how often have you fallen off the wagon? Procrastinated on one thing and the next moment, you’re behind in all your classes? I know that sometimes laziness feels like a part of who you are, but honestly, fuck that. Do you really want to give up your success for the disinterest of a moment?

If your answer is no (it better be no, or you really need to get your priorities straight), let’s get to it. 


“This class doesn’t even matter.” “I don’t care about my grades.” “I can finish this the day before.” Sound familiar? You might feel great now, but when you’re staring down at your report card later, it’ll feel like you just got punched. 

This is a cliche, but the greatest obstacle to your success is yourself - especially the lies you tell yourself! Sit yourself down and be honest about what you need to improve on. Be as blunt as you can, but for god’s sake, don’t throw yourself a pity party! There’s no use agonizing over what you can’t change. Instead, set realistic, achievable goals, and make a game plan. Struggling with math? Go to extra help. Behind in all your classes? Stay in for a couple nights and actually work. 


Now you know what your goals are, but maybe you want some inspiration, so you log on to tumblr and are instantly bombarded by all these beautiful, well lit shots of the most gorgeous bullet journals, planners, and notes. Impressive, right? Well, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: they’re all useless! A simple phone planner works just as well, if not better, than a fancy agenda, because you’ll always have it on you, it’s not a hassle to carry around, and you don’t feel obligated to make it look pretty. 

Riddle me this, where are you going to find all this extra motivation to keep prettying up your bullet journal? To write all your notes in perfect, colour coded printing? There aren’t many times in life where taking the easy was out will actually benefit you, so take advantage! Stop wasting your time; get a phone planner and write your notes in your natural goddamn handwriting. 


Yep, your entire room - not just your study space! This one can be put on the back burner for a bit if you’re on a really pressing deadline, but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m notoriously messy, and if I don’t watch myself, I’d find myself in dirty-laundry-and-old-notes hell. A little bit of organized chaos is fine, I even encourage it! But try working when your desk is covered in mounds of paper and you have nowhere to put your laptop – it’s just not conducive to success. 

Keeping your entire room clean is a way to stave off stress, frustration, and even embarrassment, because nobody wants to show potential roommates how much of a mess they are. 


Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: “actually work? Who does this girl think she is?” I’d probably think the same thing, except I’ve learned the valuable lesson of sucking it the hell up, and you will too. When you get home from work, grab a snack and work. When you have a free period, figure out what’s due and work. Stop reasoning yourself out of work: you’re not going to finish this later, and that will be on the test. There’s really not much to say about this one, because it’s the step that requires the most raw effort, and you’re really only going to find that within yourself. Tell yourself what’s at stake, and realize that, by setting the standard for your mediocrity now, you’re potentially trapping yourself in a cycle that will last for years. 


Maybe you’ve been on top of your shit for a day, a week, or even a month, and that’s really great. But then… you fail. You miss a deadline or you bomb a test. So what do you do now? Do you allow yourself to fall back into your old habits? Fuck no! Everyone fails, even that studyblr with those perfect bullet journal photos and a perpetually clean study space. I’m going to tell you something that’ll sound really strange: you should value your failures, especially if you worked hard to avoid them. What?! Be HAPPY about failing when I actually TRIED? Yeah, you heard me right. If you don’t know how to handle failure, then when you inevitably experience it, your reaction will be much worse. 

Failing hurts, and boy, I know how embarrassing it can be. But learning how to deal with failure, and especially how to keep trying after it happens, is an invaluable lesson. 


Disclaimer: I’m not suggesting you treat yourself after the most basic of tasks, because please. Treat yourself when you know you goddamn well deserve it. Remember that “all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” If all you do is study and do your homework, then, pardon my french, your life sucks. If you don’t have friends, play a video game! Eat an entire jumbo chocolate bar! Indulge in whatever the fuck you want, you deserve it. I’m someone that has trouble prioritizing future benefits over immediate gratification, so by allowing myself little pleasures, I save myself from crashing and burning. 

Hope these tips helped, but remember to take them with a grain of salt - you’re you and I’m me, and different things work for different people. Good luck!


Emma Thomson & Alan Rickman in “Love Actually”/ Carrie-Anne Moss & Alan Rickman in “Snow Cake”, Alan Rickman & Ian Hart in “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone”/ Alan Rickman & Johnny Depp in “Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street”, Alan Rickman as Eli Michaelson in “Nobel Son”/ Alan Rickman as King Louis XIV in “A little Chaos”, Alan Rickman as Sheriff of Nottingham inRobin Hood: Prince of Thieves“/ as The Metatron in “Dogma”, as Severus Snape in “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2″/ Antoine Richis in “Perfume: The Story of a Murderer”


okay for those who said “where’s paddy” on my previous post, here you go. sorry for the delay :)

let’s not forget that our little paddsters grew up loved by his three older brothers.

nothing but love for all four of them. 

REBLOG if you love the Holland brothers


Wow, I didn’t think the last doodle of my forces oc would get so many notes! It makes me really happy to know that people like her <3

I’ve updated her a little bits with blue shorts instead of bike shorts, and she’s got a name now. Assuming we’re allowed to name our characters in forces, she’s Rudey the Rabbit!


River Song Appreciation Week

Day 3 - Favourite Theme: Inevitable Death

River: Sometimes I wonder if perhaps, just perhaps, I’m still a little bit— immortal. I think everyone wonders if they are, but I was, once…


get to know me meme

favourite actresses [5/5] - Kate Winslet

Acting, and the privilege of being able to do it for a living, is so important to me. I don’t turn up and just hope for the best. I really fret about it. I do my homework; I prepare myself for the experience of playing a particular character.

Chaos is a Ladder - 2

This ship writes itself, I tell you. 

Part 1 is both here on Tumblr or on Ao3, if you prefer to read there. Unbeta’d, so mistakes are mine. Tagging my enablers @alchemistc @seethelovelyintheworld @nfbagelperson @kliomuse

Summary: Heroes do stupid things and die. Jon Snow does especially stupid things. After so much loss, she doesn’t know how she’ll bear it if he dies too. What they’re doing here, now, in her bed, that can only make it worse, but she doesn’t care. It’s too late. She might as well enjoy the pleasurable moments where she can.

Rating: M


Daenerys opens her eyes to find Jon sitting on the edge of her bed, trousers in place but little else. He’s watching her, his expression etched with doubts and self-loathing, his hands clasped tightly together. At the angle he’s sitting, every muscle in his torso stands out, tension radiating from him, but he doesn’t say anything when she blinks into awareness. He merely meets her stare head on, and his eyes soften, his breath a quiet sigh.

“Save me the speech on regrets,” she snaps before he can speak, hating how vulnerable she feels under that careful examination, hating that he so plainly despises himself for what they’ve done. Yes, she knew last night they were inviting trouble by giving into their desires, but he hasn’t even washed the scent of her from his skin. He could at least do her the decency of being gone when she woke and spare her whatever brooding misery lays behind that sigh.

He jerks back as if she’d slapped him, his brows furrowing with confusion. “I don’t regret one bit of it,” he says slowly, quietly, and deep within her, the dragon settles, momentarily soothed. “Do you?”

“Of course not.” It comes out more harshly than she intends, but she’s still smarting from the unexpected blow of her emotional reaction. Giving into physical lust is one thing. Getting emotionally tangled with this man, a man she could fall in love with if she’s not very, very careful, that won’t do. It won’t win her any of the battles she’s yet to fight. It won’t bring back her dragon. There is no future that way, with this bastard king.

Swept up in the storm of her own thoughts, she throws back the furs and rises, crossing to a trunk and drawing out a finely woven wool robe in a deep gray. It’s gratifying to feel Jon’s eyes on her the entire time, to turn back to face him after pulling the robe closed to find his eyes dark and a different sort of tension altogether in his body.

She ignores that between the soft white fur lining and the deep grey wool, she’s in Stark colors.

Pausing to scoop up what’s left of his discarded clothes from the floor, Daenerys drops them on the bed but remains standing in front of him. “You weren’t wearing your sword when you came here,” she says, gesturing to the pile of small weapons. “You should keep it with you, always.” The words come on their own, not exactly with her permission, but there’s something vulnerable about him sitting there on the edge of her bed, and she doesn’t like the trickle of fear that creeps along her spine.

He nods, briefly glancing down at the daggers and leather. “Aye.” He starts to reach for his clothes, but at the last minute, his fingers fall instead on her thigh. They slip quickly up to her waist, pulling her down into a kiss that melts the awkwardness between them in an instant. It’s a kiss that explodes across her tongue, rattling her senses, and then it quiets, his thumb rubbing her jaw. He doesn’t fully release her when the kiss ends, waiting for her eyes to open. “I don’t regret anything about you.”

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