So, I’ve been getting recently tons of questions regarding my notes, and today I decided to make a post about it. If you find it useful make sure to reblog it!
First of all lets talk about supplies.
Should you invest or stick to your regular supplies?
We’re all different and we all have different needs and economy. In my case, I love stationery but my economy right now isn’t that high to buy all of the cute stationery in the world. I’m always trying to find dupes, or products that work similar to expensive ones (i’m also guilty of doing this with makeup oops). Here goes a list of the essentials I keep on my pencil pouch.
Pens in different colors - I like to give a color to every single element on my notes. Kinda like a color scheme. Blue = definitions , Black = general content. My favorite pens are the Pilot G2 Gel pens, they’re just a-m-a-z-i-n-g.
Fineliners - Fineliners are by far, one of my must haves. I used to use papermate color pens, but when I bought my first pack of Stabilo’s, It was love at first sight. The two most popular brands are Stabilo and Staedtler. Both of them have their pros and cons, so here i’ll leave you a video of a battle between them. I’ve never tried the Staedtler ones, so I wouldn’t know if they’re better or not. They’re really useful for mind maps, subtitles, decorating, titles, etc. You should totally save some money and buy ones!
Mechanical pencils - I stopped using regular pencils because sharpening them was just pissing me off. My favorite ones are by papermate.
Markers - this ones to me are pretty optional, but I decided to go for some Crayola ones to make some tabs or titles. I would say they’re useful, but only if you feel like buying them.
Highlighters - There are thousands of types, and thousands of brands. But it’s all about your needs. If the reason you want highlighters is to highlight on books, I would really recommend Sharpies and Stabilos. I have both of them, they work pretty well. And here we go with one of the most popular products around tumblr: mildliners. I have to admit it: they’re beautiful. They come in different colors and they’re just gorgeous! The only problem to me is the price. They don’t sell mildliners here in my country, so I have to order them from Amazon, and it’s just really expensive. Are they worth it? To me, yes. But if you don’t want to spend that much money on highlighters, you can also try the Pilot Frixion Light ones.Anyways, here’s avideocomparing many ofthese popular brands.
Now that you have your stationery set and ready, is time to get started with the hardest part : taking notes. One thing you need to know is, I take many of my notes in class time, which means I have to come up with a plan and a color scheme in a matter of seconds to get started when the teacher starts giving class.
My note taking process:
Set a color scheme - You can make it all pink, all blue, all warm colors, all violets, etc. I always try to alternate and use a different color for every topic, so you should try it out.
Different fonts - I use cursive for subtitles and my normal handwriting for the rest of the text. I always get asked: What did you do to get such a neat handwriting? My answer is: practice. I used to have a really horrible handwriting when I started high school, but once I discovered studyblrs, I began to copy some of the handwriting on pictures. I came up with my own font and i’m really happy with it! So dont be afraid to copy some handwriting you like, in the end you can always add your style to it.
Organize your information - Many times teachers ask you to make mind maps, diagrams, charts, etc. Choose the one that fits your information. I’m a huge fan of diagrams, but I also like to use charts a lot. Its all about your personal opinion. Most of the times teachers give me paper sheets with al the information on them, so the next thing I do is to highlight definitions. Once I’m done with definitions, I start highlighting with a different color the rest of the text.
Start writing - This is my last step, and its pretty simple. Once I have all of my information sorted and organized, I can get writing! I spend a lot of time doing it so I really commend you to find a good and relaxing playlist to have fun while doing it and a bottle of water.
Your entire body aches, but you can’t find any anger for the feeling. It’s a good sort of pain, the kind that says your body has been worked and your muscles have been stretched. You might even go as far as to say it’s a good feeling.
There’s just one little problem, there’s a mound of bodies lying on top of you, and sand sticking to your skin. An early morning training session had very quickly turned into an all day hunting game with you as the prey. The sheer fact that you had managed to evade this particular group of Amazons for hours on end was impressive and you knew it.
Artemis, Io, Calyce, Hellene, and Euboea knew you better than almost anyone you’d ever met. The only exception would have had to have been your parents, and perhaps Alfred. This group of women had become your closest friends, they were your sisters; and the fact that they had done their very best to keep you distracted today meant the world to you.
Eventually, the hurt turned to actual pain and you were forced to crawl out of the dog pile. Once you were free, you stood and turned to face your friends. They were just as dirty and sweaty as you were, and you were all covered in sand.
But your heart is light and free, and that’s something to be said, especially on today of all days. “Well that was fun.”
Artemis grins at you, “This is just the start, little sister! We still have the entire night!” You glance back at the others, at Io, Calyce, Hellene, and Euboea. They’re all smiling, but you can see the sadness there, hidden under their smiles.
You take a deep breath and glance up at the sky, at the sunset, “Hard to believe it’s already been three years.”
Euboea crawls over to you and places a hand on your shoulder, “Once enough time passes you’ll begin to lose the years, Little One. Time will pass seamlessly.”
You smile at your mother’s old friend, and your new one. All of the women surrounding you had been friends with your mother. Had cared for her. Io had even loved her. You sometimes wondered if their devotion to you, their sisterhood, came out of obligation to your mother or out of caring for you.
In the past three years, you had truly become one of the Amazons. They had accepted you, cared for you, and trained you. You were rarely alone, and no matter where their dedication came from, you loved your sisters.
You decide to change the subject, “I’m officially sick of the beach.”
Artemis smirks, “You love the beach,
you just hate the sand.”
“Fair enough.” Without another word,
you run straight for the water. The water is clear and cool, and the moment you’re underneath, the rest of the world vanishes. You have several seconds of perfect silence before there are five splashes, and you’re brought back.
You push above the water and take
a deep gulp of air, before slicking your hair back from your face. You stare at your laughing sisters before diving back under and rinsing the rest of the sand away.
You listen to them talk back and forth to each other for a while, before swimming back to shore. The long walk home is filled with talk about the previous day’s spars, and the feast being prepared for dinner. You listened a bit absentmindedly, adding input where you could, and doing your best to not show just how deep your thoughts were going.
The six of you split up once you reach the city, so that you can bathe and change in time for the banquet that night. You make your way down the streets silently. You greet your fellow sisters, and watch as they interact. They laugh and talk, and seem so carefree that you can’t help but smile.
Your home sits in the middle of the city, guarded by your mother’s royal guard. You’re given smiles at your return, and more than one chuckles at your appearance. Your grandmother is waiting for you, the amusement clear on her face. “Welcome home, my little moon and stars, I see you had an adventurous day.”
You smile, “To say the least. I am in dire need of a bath.”
“One has been prepared for you, we will dine once you are finished.”
Without another word, you make your way to the bathing area. There are a few other women there, guards and the sort. Any initial embarrassment you had felt at the beginning of your stay had disappeared in the first month. After three years, it is simply the norm now. You listen to the chatter, while enjoying the warmth of the water.
It eases the aches and pains from the day, and you relish the sensation of the last of the sand being washed away. You’re the last one to leave, and on your way out, you catch of glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
You stare for a minute. Your body has become toned in the three years since you’d come to your new home. Muscle lines your arms and thighs, and your skin is littered with little scars from training mishaps, and such.
You realize that you look more like your mother now than you ever have before. You still favor your grandmothers in the looks department, but in your body shape and the way you carry yourself is all your mother. Then you narrow in on your eyes, and you smile, because you have your father’s eyes.
Turning away, you quickly dry yourself and dress in fresh clothes. The dress is light in the summer air, and smooth against your skin. Your grandmother and sisters are waiting for you in the dining hall. Most of Themyscira has turned out for the banquet. Your friends sit halfway down the table dressed in their best clothes. You take the seat to your grandmother’s right, and you wait.
Your grandmother stands, and the entire hall quiets. She gives you a small smile before she begins, “It has been three years since my daughter, our Diana left us for the last time. She left us in order to save Man’s World, a world she came to love. A world where she built a second home, and where she gave us my grand-daughter, your sister Y/N.”
There’s a pause as all eyes turn to you. You bow your head in acknowledgement, and she continues, “Though we have lost Diana, her spirit lives on in each of us, and she has left us with the wonderful blessing that is her daughter. In these three years, my grand-daughter has lived with us, trained with us, and become one of us. She is an Amazon, and Diana’s legacy. Tonight we eat and drink in the memory of our sister, my daughter, Diana, Princess of Themyscira.”
You raise your goblet in a toast before you take a sip. You listen to stories of your mother for the next several hours. You wait until the wine is gone and your sisters are lost in their memories before you slip away.
You slip into your room, and make your way to the locked trunk on the other side. You remove the key from around your neck and unlock it. Inside remains what few things you have of your past. Pictures, clothes, stuffed animals, home videos, the works. You slip out of the dress and put on your old workout clothes. You close and lock the trunk, before grabbing the bow and arrow in the corner of the room.
You slip out of the palace and through the deserted streets to the practice grounds. Finally alone, you allow yourself to remember. You remember your mother, your brothers, Alfred, your friends, and of course, your father. You can almost hear his voice as you move into your stance and shoot the first arrow.
You remember the family cookouts, playing at the station, cooking with Alfred, reading with your father, playing with your brothers, gardening with your mother. You remember Christmases and birthdays. You go through every memory you have, trying to remember every little detail.
Through the memories and the tears, you continue to shoot. Arrow after arrow, and they all hit dead center. When you’re out of arrows, and your breathing is staggered, you allow yourself to collapse. You sink to your knees, and you allow yourself to cry.
And when the tears disappear, you lie down on the ground and turn to the sky. You stare at the stars, and picture your parents looking down on you.
Your grandmother watches you from a distance. Her heart aches for you and the mother you’ve lost. It aches for the daughter she’s lost. Your friends come up behind her, but they don’t say anything.
“We’ve spent so many years reminiscing the Diana we knew that we have never given her the chance to tell us about the Diana she knew.”
Io’s voice is soft, “Would they really be so different, my Queen?”
“For Diana to leave us and fall in love with a man, I imagine they are two very different people. I, for one, am curious as to who she was when she was away from us. I think it is time we found out.”
honestly, i love nirvana so much. very cliche of me, i know, but i love it and it deserves all my love because nirvana has amazing music that had and still has an impact on my life. kurt cobain inspires me. most people remember him as the junkie who committed suicide, but what most people don’t remember is:
he wrote wrote rape me which is actually an anti rape song
in territorial pissings, one of the lyrics is “never met a wise man, if so it’s a woman”
was always very supportive of women and anti abuse
he loved his daughter so much, he wanted only the best for her
he once said “at this point I have a request for our fans. if any of you in any way hate homosexuals, people of different color, or women, please do this one favor for us - leave us the fuck alone! don’t come to our shows and don’t buy our records.”
he was overwhelmed by the fame and it really affected him.
before he became famous, he used to work as a janitor so he can finance his music career.
he struggled with depression, drug abuse, chronic
bronchitis and intense physical pain
because of a nasty stomach disorder.
he was really affected by his parents’ divorce, divorce which gave him a not very nice childhood
he tried several times to commit suicide, even as a teenager, so it’s very clear that he suffered from a mental illness
listen, i know young people romanticize his suicide, which shouldn’t be done, but they forget to look at these things too. he was an amazing person with all his struggles. and in the end, he created amazing music with his band.
Ahhh in a few days we’re about to enter a whole new era! Like Harry being right on the cusp of releasing his first single!! It’s actually happening?? I’m so happy and excited that I’m a mess these days tbh lmao. He’ll be exposed to a whole new audience now too. The stigma that is attached to boybands is very much alive and there’s A LOT of people that are so elitist and petty that they didn’t give Harry (and 1D) a chance simply because they were a boyband. *rolls eyes* But now that he’s solo, watch those people come out of the woodwork.. We’ll see tweets like “Never liked 1D but this new Harry Styles song is good”etc etc, we knoooow the drill with people having to justify their tastes and likes :p Which is annoying, ‘cause we’ll be like ‘Well you’re fucking late to the party and you’ve missed a lot but better late than never, Susan!” BUT it’s also really really great ‘cause Harry truly, HAND ON HEART, deserves all the love and support that’s coming his way. He worked his lil ass off for us in 1D, and took any opportunity to show us how thankful he was and how much he appreciated us. His patience was incredible, he tried so hard to make us happy. By way of hugs, pictures, autographs and HARD DEDICATED WORK since the start. Mr. Nice Guy was usually the last one to leave the fans who stood waiting. During concerts he’d go as far left as possible and as far right as possible, making eye contact with as many as he could, blowing kisses, making faces, being silly, telling jokes and stories, trying to connect and have a special moment with someone. He treated us like we were his pals. He was non-stop on that stage, a fireball, putting in soooo much genuine effort and love, every single night.. He was always stating that us having a good time was their main job. It was always about us.
So now that he’s going solo, I just really hope that we as fans can rally behind him, have his back and show him more love that ever before. He deserves that SO fooking much. 😭❤️
After the war, Harry returned to the graveyard in Godric’s Hollow. Next to his father’s grave, he had another headstone placed. It read:
“The ones that love us never really leave us.”
Harry was confident in his decision to leave off Sirius’ last name. Instead, there was an engraving of a large dog. One that, try as he might, he couldn’t help but still look for in the shadows. Harry placed a rolled up newspaper and a chicken leg at the foot of the headstone with a smile. Then he turned to the smaller one he’d added beside it. This one simply read:
“Thanks again.” Harry said to the empty grave. Then, he walked over to his parents graves and conjured each a wreath of ever-blooming lilies. He must thank Hermione for that spell. Turning, he put his arms around Ginny who was waiting for him. Together, they disappeared into the night.