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The Road To Good Grades

[Warning - A Very Lengthy Post]

A fellow student of mine wrote this when for my batch when we entered high school, and I thought I should share it with you ❤️ it’s been edited to make it more universal to you guys :D

Intro: Having the Courage to Study.
When we fail academically, we tend to point to two causes: stupidity and laziness. It’s so easy to say that we’re not smart enough, or that we just don’t want to try because it doesn’t really matter. But there’s another factor involved: fear. So many students have the strategy of not studying or not studying properly for an exam. Why? Because if you put low effort into something, then you should expect a low result. So many of us are afraid of trying and failing that we don’t even try. “What if my best isn’t good enough?” We’re afraid of giving our best because once we know our limits, we feel that much weaker. But life in school isn’t about not trying, it’s about accepting those limits and breaking them.To survive and ultimately thrive, you must have the courage to reach your full potential.That courage, that vigor, that strive to be better is what will keep you alive, not just in school but in the real world.

- Sleep and Eat well.
We often lose sleep or skip meals in order to survive the rigors of life.But keep in mind, those choices in the rest and nourishment you receive have consequences. Having the energy to focus throughout the day is vital. Nobody wants to be tired, nobody can afford to be sick.

- Pay Attention in Class.
There’s a difference between passive hearing and active listening. Letting the teacher’s words wash over you like a warm shower is NOT the same as paying attention. Teachers are human beings, capable of expressing emotion and emphasis in their words and actions. There’s a reason why you learn from them rather than from a book or the internet. Catching what they’re trying to say is a skill that takes effort to learn.

**The skill of listening is one of the most important ones to develop because a teacher’s words are your last resort in an examination. If a quiz catches you by surprise, your memory of the class is the difference between A+ and an F.

- Take USABLE Notes.
Normally, humans are not capable of memorizing lessons entirely in their head.That’s what notes are for. Keep in mind that notes should be USABLE, they are not things that you make for the sake of looking or feeling productive. Each person has a specific style of learning and their notes should reflect that. Notes that are too long/elaborate, too short/simple, unreadable, or illogical are detrimental. Good notes should be aids in studying, not justification for carrying notebooks.

- Save time by using abbreviations or acronyms.
- Rearrange/reconstruct words or phrases for convenience.
ex. Famous Authors of America –> Impt. American Authors.
- Avoid copying verbatim unless necessary (quotes).
- Write down examples, esp. in science/math related subjects.
- If notes are incomplete, supplement them via reliable sources or your teacher.

- Practice.
There is more to studying than reading/note-taking. Practice is essential. This is especially true for Math-related subjects. Reading your notes before a Math exam is not really going to help you understand the problem or protect you from careless mistakes. The only way to improve in the subject is by doing the exercises and learning from both your success and failure. Memorizing definitions isn’t as important as using them. Being able to analyze, compare, and contrast is vital to survival.

- Review a Little Bit, Regularly.
Slow and steady wins the race. Students tend to read a ton of material before an exam. However, the human mind requires time in order to fully grasp ideas and concepts. Taking 10-20 minutes to read your notes after school daily can help in memorizing lessons, understanding themes, and recalling important points. Taking every subject’s lessons day by day will prevent you from being overwhelmed.

- When reading through your notes, picture yourself in the classroom with your classmates and teacher. The human mind is like a web, connected by images and sounds. Doing so can help you recall things written on the board or things mentioned by the teacher.

- Learn to Plan and Cram.
Working for the long-term and rushing for the short-term are two opposing ends of the spectrum. But if you don’t master both, you will suffocate in requirements.Time and energy are limited resources and the best scholars know how to get the most out of them. You can’t expect to be able to plan assignments weeks or days in advance the same way you can’t expect to make “academic excellence” in 30 minutes or less like a pizza delivery service.

- Periodic Exams, Long Tests, and Projects REQUIRE planning and coordination.
- Teachers can take up to 5 minutes setting up. Exploit the time.
- Lunchbreak, and the 20 minute breaks are the normal “"cram periods”“.

- Don’t Think of Difficulty.
“Easy” and “Hard” are relative terms. They mean different things to different people and ultimately, they should mean nothing to you. Feeling scared of a “tough” exam is harmful, as is feeling smug about an “easy” one. Study well so you can approach every test with confidence. Remember: it’s just as possible to perfect a difficult test as it is to fail an easy one.

- Don’t Compare Yourself to Others.
The world has approx. 7 billion people. There are always going to be people who are better than you at a given skill, the same way that there will always be people who are worse. Don’t consider them. Your life is your battle, and you’re going to have to fight it for yourself. Being discouraged by your friends’ high scores is as illogical as being encouraged by their low scores. There’s no reason to be proud of 1/10, even if it’s the highest score in the whole class.

- Don’t Blame Teachers.
Not all of your teachers are going to be fair or good at their jobs, whether you like it or not. Regardless, you can’t control your teacher’s incompetence or harshness but you can control the effort you put into their class. Read in advance, find other of info sources, and predict their requirements. The odds may be against you, but as a student you’re expected to beat them.

- Consult.
There’s no shame in asking for help. If you have difficulty in a subject, it always helps to consult with a teacher. Not only does it help in resolving any misconceptions/mistakes, it shows that you’re willing to take the time and effort to do well. To most teachers, that spirit is just as important as the final grade. Note: if a teacher knows that you have difficulty in their subject, they’ll probably take note of it in class which may be to your benefit.

- Find Your Own Strategy/Work Smart.
No single study strategy works universally. Everyone has their own specific style of learning and it’s up to you to find yours. If skimming through readings works for you then go ahead. If you’re the kind that needs to take notes, fine. It’s all about working both hard and smart, giving the most energy but finding the most effective way of using it. Humans are creative creatures. You might find that the best solution is one that no one has thought of before.

- Be Liable.
You need to be proactive in academics. Many students have the tendency to be caught off guard by a surprise quiz. They’ll often argue with the teacher, using the retort “Ma'am, you didn’t announce it!” as an excuse. Shaking off responsibility through ignorance is suicidal in this school. If you’re willing to take the risk of coming to class unprepared for the sake of being lazy, go ahead. Just be prepared for the consequences of your actions.

- Keep Moving Forward.
You’re human. Humans make mistakes. Learn from your errors but leave them where they belong; in the past. Everyone wants to get an A+ but you’ll never go that far with the weight of your failure hanging over your shoulder.

Conclusion: Don’t Take Academics too Seriously.
It seems counter-intuitive to end this guide with a statement like “Don’t Take Academics Too Seriously” but it’s something that everyone should remember. No matter no hard you try, you will fail at something. You’ll reach an obstacle that will knock you down to the ground and it will hurt like hell. You need to have something to fall back; friends, family, a hobby, an interest, etc. You don’t want to graduate and realize that you’re only good at earning numbers in a system.You could graduate this high school with the highest average in history but it won’t matter to anyone if you don’t know how you got it. Life is just like math, it’s not all
about the final answer. Your solution is just as important.

**Ultimately, your success as a scholar isn’t measured by a number on a piece of paper but in the difference you make in people’s lives. We’re not going to carry facts and theorems with us, but an attitude of trying to give our best no matter what the cost. That’s the most important lesson you can ever learn in school, but you’re not going to learn it from one subject or teacher. You’re going to live it everyday through every requirement and every grade receive.

Simmer // Archie Andrews

Summary: Archie and you have a fight when Veronica can’t seem to understand that Archie isn’t single but that doesn’t stop her from kissing him. During ‘Secrets and Sins’ some things you didn’t know are revealed causing a rift but with the sex be enough to convince you how much Archie cares?

Characters: Reader x Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom, Chuck Clayton, Dilton Doiley, FP Jones, Jason Blossom (mentioned) and Ms. Grundy (mentioned).

Words: 3126

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. Some parts of the dialogue from the episode has been changed to fit the fic.

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, party, fighting, and smut.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This was two requests I put into one!

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Originally posted by riverdalesource

The minute Archie told you about Betty throwing Jughead a birthday party you knew it would go bad. When you were young Mrs. Jones would babysit you for extra cash, your parents doubled the average pay to her. That meant you grew up close with Jughead as if you were siblings or really close cousins and you knew how much he hated his birthday.

You were shocked when Archie allowed the get together build into a fill fledged high school part with two kegs in attendance. Your boyfriend was acting odd but refused to tell you why and you didn’t appreciated Veronica making eyes at your oblivious boyfriend.

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{PART 5} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; You’re hesitant to reveal your painful past to Jungkook, but time gets cut dreadfully short when Jungkook excuses himself upon receiving an interesting phone call.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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Hopeless Romantic - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 5513

Warnings: Extreme loads of Fluff

Notes: This took…longer than I expect (I also got distracted playing Persona and staring at Stuart while writing it). Its just…extremely cute really and something I can totally see Dylan doing because he’s a fucking sweetie and I love him.

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FP Jones/Andrews family /Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 5

Originally posted by archiiandrews

AN: This fic has gotten such a positive reaction and I’m so glad all of you are enjoying it!

Catch up here: (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,956 (This chapter is a little short, sorry!)

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic,

“You dragged me over here because you can’t find your wallet? That is what you need me for?” You laughed with disbelief, FP only shrugged his shoulders and rose his eyebrows. 

“Hey, the more people, the quicker I find it.” FP said as he continued to look around the trailer to which looked like a bomb site.

You wanted to say some snarky comment about him having any other friends but in all honesty you were happy he had called you and even thought of you when it came down to something like this. 

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Of Loyalty and Duty

Prompt: In an effort to save two kingdoms, an arranged marriage was made. At his request, Prince Lin-Manuel Miranda was to be wed to you, the youngest daughter in your royal family. RoyalAU. Written for the hamwriters write-a-thon Day 1.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: a whopping 5,803.

A/N: Hate me if it’s too AU, it’s okay. I was nervous as hell to post this, but thanks for several special people (you know who you are) I continued and went along with the idea. I didn’t realize it would turn into this monster. I had too much fun writing this and I WILL continue it after the write-a-thon. I didn’t send this to my beta to proofread because I’m stupid and I get too excited to share my work, especially when I feel really proud of it. Cheers to @hamwriters for setting this whole thing up, letting me explore the limits to my writing, and bringing the community together as a whole. I will try my best to finish out the week without my brain exploding. As always, let me know what you guys think. <3 Lola

You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall as you surveyed the scenery outside the carriage. You had to admit that it was beautiful -  you’d never seen the leaves in such various colors nor fields of farms that expanded beyond the horizon. While the Miranda kingdom focused on agriculture, industry was predominant in your kingdom so the view was unfamiliar to you.

You angrily swiped at the tears that escaped your treacherous eyes. In less than two weeks, you were going to be ripped away from the place that you’d called home. The population of the Miranda kingdom was increasing exponentially and they lacked the technology to produce enough food for their people. Your parents, despite their indifference to the Miranda’s, offered them an accord: in exchange for the industrial secrets that would help them prosper, the Miranda kingdom must give them military aid if the hostile empire from the North decided to attack. The treaty took days to settle, but in the end an agreement was made.

However, there was one caveat: Prince Lin-Manuel Miranda was to be wed to you.

Your hands balled into fists at the thought of the Prince. You’d met him on several occasions, but your most recent encounter with him was forever burned into your memory. You attended a wedding with your two older sisters at a neighboring kingdom and the celebration feast was just as glamorous and lavish as the ceremony. Prince Lin-Manuel was the life of the party, batting his long lashes while he flirted and danced with the women on the ballroom floor. When he came to greet you, you felt woozy, having consumed endless glasses of wine, and he managed to convince you to dance. He twirled and chatted you up the rest of the night, shooing away others who wanted a chance with him. Before you knew it, he was tugging you along the corridors of the castle, hands fumbling against the corset of your dress and his lips hungrily kissing yours.

Heat crept up your neck, still vividly remembering when another guest stumbled upon the two of you. You were mortified – you were a good girl, you didn’t do those types of things, especially with a playboy like him – and promptly shoved him to the ground. He lets out a shout of surprise and you turned and ran back to the ballroom, begging your sisters to leave with you.

When your parents broke the news of the treaty to you, you were furious. How dare they choose who you married?! You wanted to marry a man that you loved, not some fool who chased after women like it was his profession. You became even more angry when they told you that he gave his parents an ultimatum, demanding that he was to be married to you and not either of your sisters. You were convinced that he only did that to infuriate and toy with you, a payback of sorts from that night.

The carriage slowed, pulling you out of your thoughts. You craned your neck out the window, staring as the gates to the castle swung open, allowing your carriage to enter.

“All I’m asking of you is to be on your best behavior tonight,” you father murmured across from you, “It would be beneficial to you if you treat them kindly, considering that you’ll be living with them from now on.”

Your mother, who sat next to him, reached over and placed her hand over your clenched fists. “I know this isn’t the most ideal situation for you, but please, think of the future of our kingdom. We would be doomed if it wasn’t for you.”

You stayed silent. You had fought a long and futile battle with your parents about the arrangement. As the youngest of three, you were less involved with politics and lived life as freely as you liked within the castle. Your eldest sister had the daunting duty of leading the people of the kingdom, a position that you were not jealous of. But now that you were to be wed to a future King, your dreams of being free from the responsibilities that came with royalty were shattered.

But your parents were right.

Your people would die if you chose to refuse the engagement. The military was too small and would be outnumbered and overpowered if the North attacked. You needed the help from the Miranda’s.

You took a deep breath. “I will try my best.”

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Barbarian Week: Berserkers and You!

There honestly isn’t much to be said about the D&D 5e barbarian. It’s a class that’s even more about fighting than the fighter. That said, there is always some depth into the mentality and mechanics of this class. I’m going to talk about how the DM, the player, and their allies should be using the barbarian in their game.

image credit: Will Murai

As a DM:

If you have a barbarian in your playgroup, there are some things you should know. For one thing, the barbarian doesn’t do much other than fight and get hit. So delve into the narration of combat. Make every attack dramatic, whether a hit or a miss, and make every attack against them just as dramatic. Combat is the whole reason they chose to play a barbarian. They want to hit hard and often, so you should let them be the hero that they want to be.

It might be difficult if the barbarian doesn’t want to play along with roleplaying encounters. They might screw up diplomatic relations, try to kill a friendly NPC, etc. You could remind them of the consequences of their actions, but it’s much easier to use positive reinforcement. Show them the reward for playing along, like treasure, land, revenge, crushing your enemies, seeing them driven before you, hearing the lamentation of their women, etc.

Be aware of their strengths. Primarily, their STR score and CON score. Fill your adventures with opportunities to test their STR modifier with Athletics checks. Give them pits to jump, underwater encounters, boulders to throw, stone gates to hold open, etc. They will be able to resist most poisons, disease, exhaustion, nausea, indigestion, and transmutation/necromancy spells thanks to their CON. Give them creatures and traps to face that offer a CON saving throw to make them feel strong by how easily they can resist it.

The barbarian runs the most risk of being overpowered. They are built for it. A berserker barbarian can get up to three attacks (at level 5) with advantage just for raging, and with their added damage that’s easily a deadly turn for any victim with less than 40 HP. Remind them that they are not invulnerable, despite their resistance to “bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing” damage. Be mindful that they do have weaknesses.

If you want to challenge a barbarian, you need to give them insurmountable odds. Many, many creatures will have enough attacks to get consistent hits on a barbarian. One or two high-CR creatures will force them to use up lots of healing resources. Even so, these “insurmountable odds” can be swept up by the right adventuring party if spellcasters are present. If you hold up the spellcasters for a turn or two, the barbarian will start to feel those odds stacked against them, which may be enough to remind them of their vulnerability. That is, before the magic-user charms the high CR creature or fireballs the mob of enemies to make things more manageable.

Another easy way to challenge the barbarian is to target its biggest weakpoint: it’s mental ability scores. If a barbarian has to make a WIS, INT, or CHA saving throw, there is a good chance they will fail. Protip: if the adventuring party starts to rely too much on their barbarian, a Dominate Person spell on the berserker is easily the best way to turn the tide and put the fear of God in them.

As a Player:

As someone playing a barbarian, you will be tempted to just roll attacks every round. This is not a bad thing, but remember you have another strength: your Strength! Replace one or two of your attacks with Shove or Grapple attempts to help your allies get the edge they need. You may have advantage while recklessly raging, but your allies could use the help!

You shine brightest as the tank, absorbing damage for your team. You might not have as high of an AC as the fighter, but the halved damage is a huge plus. If you can get items or buffs from your friends or from shops to boost your HP, you will be able to withstand even greater threats. Stay away from seas of enemies unless you can get a surprise round in, since your AC being on the low-end will make those ten or so attacks much more likely to hit. You will have to trust in your allies to defend you. The healer will give you aid when you are low, the bard will boost your damage, the wizard will grant you False Life.

Other tips:

  • Kill the wizard and healer first. They have the lowest HP/AC and are the biggest threat to you since you have a low WIS score (don’t take it too personally, but I mean, you can’t even read or write).
  • Remember that you have Danger Sense! It works on “things you can see” so take Perception as a skill so you don’t miss anything.
  • Get plenty of gadgets. Batman uses them because he doesn’t have magic or superpowers, so you should too! Buy nets, grappling hooks, manacles, Dust of Disappearance, Universal Solvents, anything that you think might help a walking beefcake with no powers.
  • When all else fails, remember that “death” is the best crowd control.

 As a Team:

The barbarian in your group is the only thing standing between you and certain death. Use them to absorb all that damage that would normally be directed at your tender frame. They are glad to do so. Well, “angry” to do so. It’s the rage, you see.

If you’re a healer or support, keep them healed and buffed. Crowd control some of the enemies so the barbarian doesn’t get too claustrophobic. You don’t want them getting too many attacks made against them what with D&D 5e’s concept of bounded accuracy. However, you also want to make sure that multiple enemies are reachable by the barbarian. Thankfully they have increased movement for this, but just keep it in mind that the barbarian’s rage will end if they don’t attack for a round. Stick to the back lines as you do so.

If you’re a melee-type, use the barbarian for a flanking bonus and give them yours, as well. Shove enemies away from the barbarian if they are getting crowded. If you have a higher AC, draw the fire of the weaker enemies and let the barbarian take the big guys’ damage.

Well that’s it for today. Now that we are aware of how to use barbarians in your game, tomorrow I will delve into some homebrew Primal Paths for the barbarian! I’ve been spending time coming up with some homebrew magic items as well, which I will unveil later in the week. Happy Barbarian Week, everyone!

                                              Please Jeff, stay.

A/N: It’s been a while since my last imagine and as you can see this time it’s not one about Reggie.

I just love Jeff so much and he obviously DESERVED BETTER, so I hope you like it. He doesn’t die in this one and honestly I don’t think I will ever write one of those because I lost someone ina¡ a car accident and I can’t even read the imagines about Jeff dying because I literally cry.

Please don’t ever drink and drive and always be careful on the road. Be safe. ❤️

Warnings: Maybe some misspelled things, but I’m Spanish, I try my best.  😁

Words: 1.604


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I wasn’t someone new at all in Liberty high even though it seem like I was. I went to school with most of the people in this high school, I was their classmate until the first year in high school when I moved to another city, but now I was back for my junior and senior year.

So as I was saying I wasn’t a new student, but people acted like they didn’t know who I was, they treated me like if I didn’t knew the place or the students and after explaining a few people the whole story I gave up and I just went along.

It has been a week since I arrived and I still noticed the stares I got in the halls and how when I passed next to a group of girls they would start whispering. I knew they were talking about me, I knew there were rumours out there but I didn’t care at all.

One morning while I was grabbing a book from my locker and thinking about nothing in particular I heard someone calling me from behind and when I turned I realized it was Jeff Atkins.

“Hey! You are Jedd right?” I was trying to make a joke but I saw that he was taking it seriously so I stopped trying to be funny “Just kidding, I remember you Jeff” when I said that he smiled again.

“I just wanted to know how are you handling being in Liberty high again” Jeff has always been one of the few good people around here, he wasn’t afraid to talk with everyone even though he didn’t know that person, and he was so nice with every one, that was one of the reasons why all the girls always liked him and I was sure that hasn’t change a bit.

“Fine, I guess” I said closing my locker “it is like no one remembers me tho”

“If it makes you feel better I didn’t forget about you” I gave him a smile “and Clay and Tony remember you too” he sounded like he was trying to play down about what he said first.

“It makes me feel better, indeed” we remain silence, it was a little uncomfortable because I didn’t know why he came to talk to me in the first place, I was grateful because it really felt good to know that he remembered me and that he wanted to talk to me, but still it felt odd having in account he was one of the most popular guys in high school.

The bell saved us from that silence, we had to go to class so I just say goodbye and I started walking to my next class, but Jeff called me again and I turned to look at him.

“Are you going to Jess’ party tonight?” I didn’t know why he was so interested suddenly, but it didn’t bother me at all.

“I don’t know, are you?”


“Then maybe I’ll show up” I answered giggling and turning again to leave that hall.

Was I being flirty with Jeff Atkins? I had no idea how I got to that point, but I had done it and I think he wanted me at the party, despite that fact I didn’t want to create false illusions to find out that it was all part of some fantasy of mine.

I didn’t think about that for the rest of the day until I saw my new friend Hannah Baker and she talked to me about that party and how Clay asked her if she was going to go. Neither of us knew what to do, we had thought of doing something more relaxing than a party, but we decided to go.

I was designated driver for the night, so that way Hannah could drink whatever she wanted. I didn’t have a problem because I actually didn’t like alcohol like most of the teenagers, so I drove very happy.

When we arrived to the party it was pretty crowed, the house was full and also was the front yard. Most of the people there were already wasted.

We went to the kitchen while I was looking for a certain someone, but I wouldn’t say that out loud, I think Hannah was looking for someone too and she was the first to find him.

We approached Clay and a big smile appeared in his face when he saw us.

“I didn’t know you were coming!”

“We are full of surprises” Hannah answered almost sounding nervous.

“There are drinks in the kitchen… we can go there”

“Not form me, designated driver” I said pointing at me.

“I’ll drink for you” Hannah added.

We followed Clay to the kitchen, but I looked outside in the way and I found who I was looking for. I tapped Hannah in the shoulder so she could see me going to the back yard.

I laid on the wall and I looked at him until he looked in my direction and when he noticed me I saw a bigger smile in his face.

I waved at him and started to walk in his direction, but he reached me before I could walk more than two steps.

“You came” I don’t know how he did it, but his smile was one of the most precious things I’ve ever seen.

“Yeah… but not because I like parties” I answered giggling “I’m…” I looked around before ending the sentence “working as cupid” I added in a whisper “Hannah obviously likes Clay, so I came to make sure they spend time together and hopefully something happens in the process and I’m proud to admit that I’m reaching my goal”

“Wow, we have more in common than I thought” did he really spend time thinking about what we had in common? “Because I’ve been trying to get those two together since Hannah came to Liberty” I couldn’t help but smile when I talked to him.

“We’re really good friends, they own us so much” I laughed.

“Hey (Y/N)!” we both looked in Jess’ direction; she was calling me from the door “Do you want to join us? We’re playing suck and blow”

I felt Jeff’s gaze on me even before Jess could finish her proposal and to be honest I couldn’t help but grimace thinking about kissing some drunk teenage by accident.

“No Jess, thank you, but I’m good” she was pretty wasted because she almost fell when she tried to go back inside the house.

I looked at Jeff again and I found his blue eyes on me, which made me a little nervous, but I controlled myself

“Do you want to play beer pong?” he offered

“I have to drive, I can’t drink”

“You can drink Coca-Cola, like me”

“Then count me in, I can teach you how to aim” I laughed passing by his side as if I knew where I had to go.

I joined him and a couple of his friends, who were drunk already.

I wasn’t joking when I said I had a good aim, I got the ball in every cup, making Jeff’s friends to drink even more.

I was having so much fun, Jeff and I were in the same team and we were clearly winning so we got to the point where we throw the ball in different funny ways like for example shooting while I was on Jeff’s back.

We were flirting all the time, teasing each other when it was each other turn, Jeff covering my eyes, tickling me and me trying to tickle him. I almost forgot we weren’t alone.

“I should look for Hannah” I said breathless for all the laughing.

“She’s over there with Clay” I followed Jeff indication and I saw them sitting by the pool, just talking.

“Hey Atkins! We need more beer!” I turned to look at who was saying that, but I didn’t know who he was.

“No problem!” Jeff answered.

My facial expression changed suddenly and I think Jeff noticed because his changed when he turned to me.

“Are you really going?”

“Yeah” he looked confused by my reaction.

“They had enough for tonight; they won’t even notice the lack of alcohol in their systems”

“Hey you don’t have to worry, I had two beer two hours ago, you’ve seen me drinking Coca-Cola” but that didn’t calm me, I wasn’t a big fan of driving in general, I lost someone in a car accident and I’ve been pretty scared since then.

“I know, but… maybe there’s someone out there who is driving drunk and you pay the consequences”

“I promise I’ll be careful, I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone” he said caressing my arm, trying to calm me.

I saw him leaving, but I couldn’t let him go so I called him again and he turned in my direction.

“Please Jeff… stay” he remained silent, looking my way, probably really confused, but he smiled again and came to me.

“Why it is so important? I’ve done this a lot of times, I’ll be fine”

“Because…” I looked to my side, thinking if I was going to do what I was thinking right now. It was now or never, so I cupped his face with my hands and sorted the distance between our lips.

He kissed me back and I could hear people whistling around us, something that made me laugh in the kiss.

“Is this a good reason?” I asked when we broke the kiss.

“A really good one” he answered kissing me again before I could say anything else.

The one where you just want to be happy.

Originally posted by simplybridal

Surprise surprise! The third addition to the Divorce Series AU. I was so happy by the reaction I received from you guys that I thought you deserved another update ASAP. Let me know if you guys are enjoying it, if I should continue writing it. ENJOY! :)

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High School Headcanons

-Some Omegas acting really dumb to the point of being obnoxious because they think Alphas will be drawn to their apparent lack of general knowledge and self sufficiency and therefore feel the need to take care of them

-Alphas acting like it’s so cool to date a bunch of different Omegas and Betas but never actually be serious about anyone or anything

-Around the age of sixteen is when Omegas begin being pressured by their families to start trying to find a mate, which is difficult to do when hardly any Alphas in high school are mature enough to be worth trying to get as a mate

-Omegas start missing school for heats and Alphas for ruts but there are always catch-up classes on the weekends so no one falls behind if they miss a week of class

-Alphas and Omegas having different required classes in order to graduate. Alphas having physical training and more career oriented classes while Omegas have cooking, home economics, and depending on the school, self defense

-Betas having the choice to do either the Alpha required classes, Omega required classes, or a mix of both

-Its rare but not unheard of for an Omega and an Alpha to become mates in high school, though often one of the two sets of parents will be upset because of their young age and the Alpha’s inability to properly provide for a mate

-An Omega getting pregnant in high school and their Alpha being super attentive and protective despite the fact that they are both totally freaking out because they can barely care for themselves let alone a baby. The other Omegas at school always watching out for the pregnant Omega and doting on them whenever the Alpha isn’t around because the sight of the distressed Omega sets off their motherly instincts like crazy

-A ridiculously strict dress code being enforced for Omegas, to help maintain “minimal distractions for the Alphas” and the Omegas always complaining and trying to find small ways to rebel against the rules

-High school stereotypes like jock Alphas, emo Betas, nerdy Omegas and the band/theater/art kids being an odd mix of everybody

Welcome to Genji’s McCree Harem, aka my friend @1floweredcrown and I should not have the power to create custom games in Overwatch

We tweeted about this when we played it, but I thought I’d share it on here too for everyone to enjoy, along with some highlights:

  • I’m the matcha green Genji right there, while Nico is the McCree right behind me (he’s my main McCree, the rest are the side hoes)
  • The other team was comprised of entirely McCrees as well
  • Yes, this was totally a self indulgent mcgenji game (it’s our favorite ship)
  • We also didn’t think this through because as fun as having an entire game of boyfriends is, when half the boyfriends are trying to kill you and there’s no healer, it’s really annoying
  • We almost lost the match because I was constantly dying and we were screaming in the chat
  • Here’s some of my favorite things we said:
  • “You did this for me though.”
  • “I did. I really did.”
  • “I killed McCree 7 for you.”
  • “I love you.”
  • When we got pushed back to defending objective B, all the enemy McCrees used Deadeye at the same time and we died
  • It was literally six echoes of “It’s High Noon” and I died by McCree 9
  • The odd number McCrees have it out for me
  • After a painstaking victory, this match gave us A TON of experience

The lesson here: being super self indulgent has its rewards as long as you can live to see them and I also have this cool commemorative photo so that’s neat

h.js ❥ no, no, it's my treat

joshua x reader; 100wtsily

gif; mine

word count; 679

synopsis; you go on a date with joshua and he insists on paying. based on prompt 3, “no, no, it’s my treat”

✎ can u hear me sobbing bc this was so soft it hurt me

Swallowing anxiously, you stepped into the restaurant, its cozy atmosphere immediately washing over you and calming your nerves. You looked around, wondering where Joshua was. He had asked you on a date the other day, his face flushed and eyes wide, mouth left gaping as you responded with a quiet yes. You were both busy—irritatingly so—and had agreed to meet up for dinner after you both got off of work.

A waving hand caught your eye and, sure enough, Joshua was smiling timidly and waving you over to his table. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you ambled toward him and sat down.

“Did you wait long?” you asked, concern coating your words. You really didn’t want to mess up this date.

Joshua smiled more brightly, his initial shyness dying down at your attempt to spark conversation. “No, not at all. I had just sat down when you came in,” he explained. A gladdened smile reached your lips as you shifted your attention from him to the menu. You glanced over the options and picked out a meal, purposefully choosing something that wouldn’t be messy. Joshua chose something with similar precautions in mind.

The waiter came shortly and took your orders, returning quickly with your drinks and then swiftly zooming off to another couple across the aisle. You two talked for a while, the food being oddly slow to cook. Your conversation started off trivial—you spoke of work, neighbors; nothing of large importance was mentioned. You got to know each other—you learned each other’s favorite foods, a few weird high school stories, odd habits and quirks. Throughout the night you found yourself focusing less on his words and more on the fluttering of his lashes, the rosy dust on his cheeks when he caught you staring, the curve of his plump lips as he grinned at you for the millionth time that evening. You adored the way his hair fell over his forehead and how his nose scrunched up when you made him laugh. The shape of his eyes and the softness of his gaze lured you in and captured your attention so deeply that you nearly forgot to eat.

Somewhere along the way, you were able to see that Joshua was noticing the same beautiful things about you.

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Seven Steps to Hell: The Seventh Step.

Series: Prologue | BamBam | Mark | Jackson | Youngjae | Jaebum | Yugyeom | Conclusion

Genre: Smut, honestly; 7 Cardinal Sins! AU

Word Count: 3.3K

Notes: Kinky shit happening. Slight D/S undertones, kind of dubious consent, erotic asphyxiation, among others. Don’t read this if you’re uncomfortable with anything I’ve just listed. Otherwise, please enjoy^^

Originally posted by jypnior

“It was Pride that changed angels into devils…” 

- St. Augustine 

It’s finally time to face the last one, the darkest and most cynical of the Sins. You aren’t sure how well this will go, since you know that he’s the one who holds the most grievances—that his power stems through the rest of the Seven.

You dare to enter regardless, taking a deep breath as you approach a door that’s carved with runes. The ancient language is littered all over the entrance, incidentally drawn into concentric circles, as a protective measure. The rest of the Sins don’t have protection like this, which is what makes him so much more difficult to absolve.

You lay your palm against the center of the circle, breathing slowly as the symbols glow bright red for mere seconds, before the door swings open.

It’s time.

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1997 [4]

Previous parts

Characters: Dean, twin sister!reader, Sam, OC characters

Words: 1900

Music Suggestion: 80′s Films - Jon Bellion

Your name: submit What is this?

”We’re going running.” Dean declared and looked at you expectantly. It was Saturday before lunch and your twin brother looked alarmingly keen.

You rose one eyebrow and stared at him, really not feeling it, as you were sitting on the couch of the motel room (that also was your bed), watching some random show on the TV — that actually got you quite hooked on the plot.

”We are?”

”Yes, we are. Gotta stay in shape. Now, go change.”

You groaned and muttered not so nice words under your breath. Dean only smirked as he watched you get up from the couch, grab some clothes and go to change in the bathroom. Then he turned to Sam.

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I'm fucking outraged that Trump has stopped people in fucking airports


How could you look at these people, these families, our brothers and sisters, SOMETIMES LITERALLY BUT ALWAYS FIGURATIVELY BECAUSE WE ARE THE SAME DAMN SPECIES, the same biological and genetic creature, and say no you can’t come onto MY patch of dirt?

Are we territorial animals now?

The people responsible for terrorist bombings are from HERE.

The people struggling to get away from violence and terror are NOT the people causing the violence and terror they’re running from.

And even if by some small chance they are, FUCK YOU, not all of them are.

We as a species…must choose to be BETTER than this.

Intolerance and discrimination did NOT work before.

Trump announced his stupid ban the same day we celebrated the remembrance of the HOLOCAUST.

You know, that time we ALSO rejected an oppressed group?

A group threatened by violence?

Tolerance and compassion.

Why are these two things America lacks?

Why can’t we see passed politics and see people in need of our help?

I’m devastated by this, I’m really hurt.

I can’t see these people as my enemy.

They are not.

They are relatives. They’re our friends. They’re people we’ve emailed about our days, talked to on the phone and cursed those international charging fees with good natured barbs, they’re people we gave scholarships to, people we invited to the Oscars, people we want to know better, people with culture and values and foods and entertainment different than our own.

It makes us a stronger, wiser people to accept and love diversity in all of its forms, and it breaks my heart to see our fear destroying us.

Are we isolationist now?

Even Europeans aren’t able to come over without visas.

Even people who were APPROVED by the state department already, went through that difficult process, aren’t being allowed in.

This is utterly despicable.

How could you call yourself a human being if you support this?

Can you not see an inkling of yourself in the eyes of the tired mother and her child waiting in an airport to be let into a country that ALREADY said she was welcome?

Why is she no longer welcome?

Because a tyrant came into power and he makes all the rules now?

And even if you support the ban on immigrants…

Does it not scare you how easily he could do this?

That he has no legislative check, that we have no checks or balances to this system he’s begun, this rapid separation of the last remaining super power in the world from the rest of it?

We are stronger together than separated.

America is made up of immigrants.

The only non immigrants are the people America is trying to kill and silence, the people trying to fight the DAPL pipeline.

How could you look at what’s happening around you and say this is good.

This is fine.

Trump is at least doing more than Obama, haha- fuck you.

Obama was no tyrant.

He fought congress tooth and nail and wasn’t able to fulfill his campaign promises because ya’ll wouldn’t LET him.

He left office.

Why do I get the feeling trump isn’t going to?

And all of you extremists who think this ban is a good thing, those of you without compassion for any people other than yourselves, well, I guess that’s just fine with you.

Just as long as Coronas stay cheap and your gas prices don’t get too high and all your children can go to school with other cute little white kids with the cultural richness of a slice of wonder bread.

Great. Roll over.

History will remember you as the people who did nothing.

You’ll forgive us, the people who saw the future we were robbed of by this mad man, for wanting something more and not being afraid to fight for it, even as the odds continue to stack against us.

Horoscopes by Gil Hizon - Week of March 12-18, 2017

There’s a difference between giving sound advice and just wanting to hear yourself talk.

PISCES (February 19 – March 20)

You’re like a house of cards this week. Bitches will be looking to avoid you because they feel like anything they do can trigger yo ass. And let’s get to the root of the matter, dahling. Because the real T here is that you can’t be a thick-skinned ho 24/7. Sometimes, it’s okay to have that moment of vulnerability. I mean, you’re still a human being, right?

ARIES (March 21 – April 19)

There is just way too much shit going on, even for a balls-to-the-wall, action-packed, gung-ho queen like yourself. And you can jump into the fray and see where that takes you, but bitch, your body can only take so much. I would apply that same determination you reserve for action into carving out a time for you to relax and recharge.

TAURUS (April 20 – May 20)

Gurl, if you’re gonna be fighting people’s criticismz with all your might, you may never learn anything. And look, queen, you don’t have to take everything these bitches say to heart. Every ho has an opinion and if I were you, I would look for trends in their advice. If there’s a recurring theme that’s coming off from what these divas are saying, I would look into that shit.

GEMINI (May 21 – June 21)

Oh, gurl. In an attempt to do too much damage control, you may be making things worse. Can’t you just let some things unfold instead of micromanaging every step of the fucking process? I think the main issue here is trust. When you try to control every single aspect of anything, it shows that you don’t trust others to do a good job. Well, bitch, you’re gonna have to, because you can’t do every damn thing.

CANCER (June 22 – July 22)

Allegedly, you’re riding some kind of raft that’s taking you willy nilly down the stream of your watery dreamland. Since when are you a fucking PISCES? But seriously, it’s totally fine to get lost in that flowy inspiration, but at some point, yo fine ass has got to get back to reality. And if you’re not gonna do it for yourself, do it for the bitches who are heavily relying on you.

LEO (July 23 – August 22)

Here’s what’s up. You’re too busy getting some important bitch to like you that you’re forgetting to cater to those who already adore you. This VIP ho may never be on your side and all your efforts may go to waste. Look gurl. This so-called significant queen is not the only game in town. The more time you spend looking out for hos who believe in you, the less you’ll need that holier-than-thou poser.

VIRGO (August 23 – September 22)

Do you ever get the sense like no matter how hard you work, there’s always gonna be something that’ll trip you up? That’s called life, dahling - remember, LIFE? Here’s the thing. The fact that you expect that nothing will ever be perfect is a step in the right direction. The real measure of your strength lies in how you act when things go kablooey.

LIBRA (September 23 – October 22)

PriOrities, dahling. This week, you’re gonna be bombarded with so much crap because of a good deed that you did the week previous. Think of it as innocently donating to an important cause online and all of a sudden, you’re part of a newsletter where the only messages making their way through your inbox say, “give me some more shit, bitch!” Look, your intentions are pure and it’s not going to make you a nasty ho if you start saying no to some of these things.

SCORPIO (October 23 – November 21)

Being too involved with the details of your present may be preventing you from seeing the possibilities of your future. Gurl, you ever heard of the phrase, “think ahead?” What you’re missing here is the notion that anticipating what’s to come may actually help inform you of the actions you need to do in the now. Stepping back can really help you see your timeline in a more comprehensive light. And bitch, lighting is ERRVYTHING.

SAGITTARIUS (November 22 – December 21)

Look, queen. I get that you like to live life in an organic sort of way. But this week may force you into reassessing why this passive mode of thinking appeals to you. Could it be that maybe the reason you’re okay with just watching where the chips may fall is so you don’t have to take responsibility if things go awry? Just something to ponder while you float way in your sea of make-believe.

CAPRICORN (December 22 – January 19)

Bitch, you aim high. That’s what I like about chu. I really think, tho, that you can amplify that ambition with a stronger focus on the mechanics of how you’re gonna get yo ass high up there in that food chain. Look, queen. This time, determination alone will not cut it. Being careful and strategic can only increase the odds of your success.

AQUARIUS (January 20 – February 18)

You are so amped up in the mental olympics that take place in your head on a daily basis that you’re forgetting how to live an authentic life. You can ponder ideas and concepts until the cows come home, but at some point, you really need to ask your heart what it truly needs. That’s just half the battle. Once you figure out how to appease your heart, you need to follow through that shit with some action. Commit, gurl!

(DISCLAIMER for all entries: This is all a shitshow!)

For more Horoscopes By Gil Hizon, click here, gurl!

To Help #4

Here’s my baby Jumin in all his helping glory <3 I love this boy more than I can say <3No real mention of anything nsfw but there will most likely be a swear or two thrown around J

My sincerest apologies for the delay in posting this- I’m afraid with the holiday season work has me working a crazy number of shifts (in the next two weeks I’m working 12 days… so yeah… not much time to write) so my writing will slow down for the time being sorry :(

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Work on It (Kim Yugyeom)

Originally posted by chattyang

“Yugyeom? It’s me…”

Word Count: 1,143

Genre: Angst, Fluff


I know the gif sucks, there aren’t many of this fluffball being serious, forgive me. Hope you like this Anon, sorry if it wasn’t up to par, personally I think the ending sucked??? thank you anyway, enjoy! <3

“Yugyeom you forgot our anniversary!”

“I’m busy and I barely sleep, I’m too worn out to think!”

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Things no one tells you about your high school years
  • You’ll lose friends
  • You’ll make friends
  • That anxiety you feel about talking in front of the class, everyone feels that
  • Failure is okay so long as you try
  • You will not be the best at everything
  • Being confident starts with yourself
  • No one is perfect
  • Your grades don’t define you
  • Don’t be ashamed of what you like
  • No one knows what they are doing either
  • Don’t stress over the SAT/ACT you can’t prepare anyway
  • They go quick
  • You will find you like teachers some don’t
  • Express yourself, everyone is just as scared to as you
  • Stay out of drama, it’s not worth it
  • Dating in high school ends, be careful how much you share
  • Pick courses you like, but will still advance you
  • Don’t try and be with your friends, you can make them
  • Be sarcastic, speak your mind, everyone is thinking it
  • Don’t be afraid to email your teachers to ask for help
  • If there is something wrong with your grade, tell them
  • Respect others, even when they don’t respect you
  • Pick a locker partner you know you can depend on
  • Some people will never grow up
  • It’s not easy for the kids who make it look easy
  • Some teachers won’t like you, at all, not because you did anything, just because
  • Don’t try and fit in by drinking or doing drugs, not worth it
  • Dress code is stupid but very enforced. 
  • Don’t watch fights, they lead nowhere
  • Junior year isn’t really that bad
  • These are not the best days of your life
  • Don’t act like these are the best days of your life
  • If a teacher keeps being rude to you, you have to be the bigger person
  • Having weighted classes really just screws you over for college
  • Enjoy it. Enjoy friends. Enjoy seeing them everyday. 
  • Don’t let it pass by too quick, it’s horrible when you go to school, but as a Senior you’ll not want to leave.
  • High school is a scary, odd, roller coaster, so buckle up, you’re in for some twists and turns.

“Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding. Almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis.”

Mid Town Tattoo, Pico Blvd, 3pm 4/14/17: I’m here almost an hour early early, in part due to a desire to beat cross-town traffic, in part due to a simmering excitement and jittery nerves I’m just now admitting to myself.

I’ve had tattoo ideas in my head for years, but never had a reason (or the nerve?) to commit to one. My husband Jason’s recent *gorgeous* hare tattoo by the amazing Micah Perry brought all of those ideas back to the forefront of my mind.

Reviewing the astounding artistry and technique of Micah’s other work made me think more seriously about what I would want to get. However, he’s in high demand, usually booked months in advance all around the world. Then, as luck would have it, he had some last-minute slots available in LA this week, so that sealed the deal. I sent him my deposit and booked a spot.

And now I’m here, a bit nervous but mostly excited. I always enjoy when people have a story behind their tattoos, making them a permanent scrapbook. Similarly, the many design ideas I’d been mulling over are similarly scrapbook-y, depicting things and ideas that have influenced me deeply.

For my first tattoo, I decided on a childhood experience that informs my current career. Actually, now that I think about it, all of the tattoo ideas I have teed up in my head are, thematically, links between early childhood experiences and my evolving adult outlook on life, but this one was the most important, and the one I thought had a lot of potential, given Micah’s style.

When I was four, I rode the Haunted Mansion for the first time, and it both terrified and fascinated me. Wanting to understand all the illusions and effects that brought the Mansion to life, I later at age eight or nine inquired with my neighborhood librarian, who pointed me towards books about magic, theater design, stage illusions, and Walt Disney – and the rest is history. I was hooked.

Ultimately, I learned how all of the tricks worked in the mansion. I also discovered the unique story of how it developed from a walk-through spookhouse, to a Museum of the Weird, to eventually a unique combination of many ideas and styles from multiple famous Imagineers. In particular, I was drawn to the concept art of Rolly Crump, whose 1960s counter-culture style gave elements of the mansion a kooky, super weird vibe.

My earliest memory of that weirdness was when I rode the Mansion at four years old – and I discovered that the walls have eyes! At a distance, the Mansion’s iconic wallpaper looks like some sort of gothic Victorian flocked filigree – but upon close inspection, reveals Rolly’s myriad designs of sinister, odd faces peering back at you from the wallpaper’s repeated pattern.

My second memory of being weirded out as a kid was leaving the Mansion, hearing ghostly Little Leota tell us to “hurry back, and be sure to bring your death certificate.” You know, for kids!

But even though the Mansion creeped me out something fierce (were ghosts *really* going to follow me home??), I couldn’t wait to ride it again. And again. And again. By now, my rides on the Haunted Mansion perhaps number in the high hundreds or low thousands.

With each ride I discovered more details, and as I grew up, recognized more layered nuances of story and subtext. As a teenager, I finally understood the arch humor and darkly funny intent of the Mansion’s designs. As an adult – slowly facing and accepting my foolish mortality – I love how it inverts the usual haunted tropes by laughing at death rather than reeling from it.

So, I wanted a Haunted Mansion tattoo… but I didn’t want a “Disney tattoo”. Not that I haven’t seen many great Disney tattoos on Mansion fans, usually depictions of Leota, or the Hitchhiking Ghosts, or Doom Buggies, or even the the entire exterior of the Mansion itself. I love all of those elements, but none of those singular totems spoke to me as the reason *why* the Mansion has become such a constant in my life.

Then I realized: it was the *face*. That creepy, shrieking banshee face that hollered back at me from the Mansion’s wallpaper, all twisting hair and glowing eyes. I was hypnotized.

When I finally sat down with Micah, it took a good two hours of him sketching in sharpie on my arm, interpreting the reference photos from the Mansion that I’d given him. I didn’t want a copy – I wanted his floral and lyrical style. He sketched and wiped clean and re-sketched, and we’d talk and he’d revise again and again. I told him what I liked, he asked what I didn’t like. “More banshee, less skull; less occult, more gothic; less Potter Dark Mark, more funereal flower arrangement.”

Slowly, finally, the face organically appeared, the banshee’s hair growing out of overgrown vines and ferns, its arched eyes and shrieking mouth a wink towards Rolly’s style lurking deep within the foliage. Suddenly I heard the Mansion’s haunting organ theme echoing inside my head, alongside Paul Frees’ ghoulish voice calling me a “foolish mortal”.

Perfect. Let’s do this.