Iwaizumi can go ahead and share the most embarrassing things on Facebook about Oikawa like ‘Dont you hate it when your best friend forgets the concept of personal space and struts in your room in his hello kitty boxers’ and the only thing Oikawa will notice most is that ‘Iwa-chan called me his best friend on his own oH mY GOD.’
“How can you call yourself bisexual when you know you actually just need to make up your mind?” Here’s how! 😂
I did this for the “how can you” challenge that’s been going around on facebook. It’s me dancing to part of “Getting Bi” from the tv series crazy ex girlfriend (plus featuring some lines from John Watson lmao). It was filmed at Cincinnati Pride yesterday because why the heck not.
when you’re studying non-stop, working really hard… but eventually, you start
feeling less productive? I’ve come to realize that in such cases it’s good,
even necessary to take a study break. So here’s how to master them!
minutes: just enough time for you to relax a little, but not so much that you
fall completely out of your game.
this totally depends on what you’re studying, how hard it is etc, but normally
I’ll take a study break every hour and a half.
What do you
do during them?
Go to the
bathroom. Wash your face, remove your makeup, go to the toilet if you need to.
food & water. Sometimes, studying can make you hungry, and water’s always
good to have around. I’d tell you to opt for
something healthy when it comes to food, but more often than not I’ll choose to
eat Oreos, biscuits or some other sweets.
Take a nap. This is perhaps the most straightforward one; just lie down for a few minutes. Make sure you’ve set an alarm clock though, or else you will oversleep. Trust me; it’s happened before.
your study space. I have quite a big desk, but sometimes it can feel like the
random items of stationery, pieces of paper, textbooks and other random crap is
just taking over everything. I swear, it really helps if you clean up the
things around you!
Go online. I’m a little reluctant to recommend this because I know how hard it is to stop afterwards, but if you consciously limit yourself and know that you’ll stop after 15-20 minutes, then watching a few YouTube videos, going on tumblr or talking to friends of Facebook can be a great way to relax.
yourself a tea. Or coffee – but personally I’m more of a tea person during
studying. I’ll make myself a nice cup of black tea with lemon and sugar, and afterwards,
everything just goes better.
episode of a TV show/anime. These are slightly longer, but are a great way to
take your mind off whatever you’re studying. I’d recommend watching something
which is short (ie. not a full, hour-long episode of Game of Thrones) – like Friends,
HIMYM or Family Guy. These are great because the shows are pretty episodic, you
won’t feel inclined to keep watching more and more. As for anime, don’t pick one
where you know you won’t be able to stop after one episode. Instead, I’d
recommend something like Hetalia (hilarious; also great if you’re studying Geo
or History), Gintama (pure gold),
Samurai Champloo (the perfect combination of fun and deep).
there you have it: the art of taking a study break. Good luck, everyone!
Today’s world is one of constant support. We wear t-shirts with the name brand we like best and proudly boast jerseys with the name of our favorite players. We put bumper stickers on our car that display our political affiliation and can easily share it on Facebook or Instagram whenever we go out to eat at a restaurant or to exercise in the gym. Yes, we live in a world where we are constantly supporting some cause or brand, so why is it is so hard for us to understand that God is for us.
Now we need to be careful with this. This statement, which people will tout with verses like Romans 8:31 that says, “If God is for us, who can be against us?” but we miss the context of those verses. Paul, who wrote the letter to the Romans, was talking about God being for us in the context of His mercy and grace. He wasn’t talking about your relationship with your boyfriend working out or you passing all you college exams. However, in the context of eternal life and salvation, these seem like small things. We can take comfort in knowing that whatever hardships we face (and Paul lists some big examples such as persecution and famine), God does not withhold his forgiveness from us based on our circumstances.
So imagine next time your struggling with temptation, or when your wondering if you’ve done the right thing, that God is next to you, tweeting His support for you, tagging you in photos saying, “This person right here, there with me.” And even though we may get tempted by sin, or fall on hard times, we are still conquerors because the blood of Christ has redeemed us.
Take for example a woman named Rahab. In Joshua 2, she hides some Israelite spies who are trying to infiltrate Jericho. Rahab was a prostitute. She had lived a life that that was not honorable to God among a people who did not believe in the God of the Bible. Yet, Rahab saves the spies, hides them in her home, and when the Israelites later take over the city, they spare her. She later goes on to become an ancestor of Jesus. Do you see how amazing that is? God didn’t look at her and call her worthless. Despite her history and background, God was for her. Her faith in God was all that was required to save her from dire circumstances.
God’s support is not support for our sin. We can’t go on living a sinful life knowing His great love for us. Additionally, God’s support is not support of whatever we want in life. I am sure that when the walls were falling around Jericho, Rahab must have wondered if she had made a mistake trusting God’s plan. But as Paul says in Hebrews 11:40, “God had planned something better for us” and we can have confidence in His plan.
So what are you struggling with? Finances? A relationship? Something that feels like it will destroy everything you’ve worked so hard for? Know that this might happen (although I pray it doesn’t). But when we feel frustrated with the path set before us, we can trust that the route we walk ends with eternal life in Heaven with Jesus. God is for us, and knowing that, who can ever stop us?
Mikael didn’t take notes in geometry class. He didn’t have to. Whatever he heard, he never forgot. When he was 4, his pediatrician said he was a genius. The more aware he was made of how different he was, the more overwhelming the sounds became - loud, intrusive, stressful.
He picked up the habit of trying to translate the noises to squiggles and shapes on paper. He figured that maybe one time it would all finally work out into a picture, but he’d since filled up dozens upon dozens of notebooks with pattern-vomit. And it only ever worked with purple pens. Because purple is the most superior of the colors. No one could fight him on that.
Classroom noise was one of his least favorites. Mr. Joseph liked to tap the whiteboard with the tip of the marker two times for emphasis. Thrice if he thought the ones in the back didn’t hear. Mikael, often a back-of-the-room spectator, made sure to nod after the second tap to avoid the third one. Those were dots, Mikael thought, going from smallest to biggest. Jane, two seats to Mikael’s left, clicked her pen every two minutes, 28 clicks, setting her pen down only to pick it back up again two minutes later. Ash sat behind her. She liked to sit with her legs crossed, the higher leg swinging back and forth, hitting Jane’s chair. She stopped every now and then to lean forward and whisper something in Jane’s ear. They often giggled at each other’s quips as though they were both world class comedians. Those were straight strikes through the dots. Chris who sat directly in front of Mikael blew his nose every few seconds. He’d had that cold for over two weeks. Mikael would ask him to see someone about it, but he opted to draw crosses on his notebook, like the logos of clinics because ultimately, he could not give less of a fuck.
There was a knock on the door. The hinges creaked as Mr. Joseph pulled the door open, the sound quickly followed by a confused, “hello? I’m Adam Malik. I was transferred here for geometry.”
“Of course. Adam, come on in. Pick a seat.”
The only reason Mikael looked up was because he didn’t recognize the voice. And when he did, Adam had just claimed the empty seat next to him. He let his duffle fall to the floor and sat down with his knees wide apart. Mikael didn’t realize he’d been staring until Adam locked eyes with him and raised his brows questioningly.
Mikael stuck his nose back into his notebook and didn’t look up for the rest of the class.
Adam Malik liked to chew gum. With his mouth open.
It was curly swirls and teardrops and confetti lines and loud, loud, loud. Mikael grinded his teeth. He hunched over his desk and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. It didn’t help at all. He peered at Adam from his shoulder and watched his jaw go up and down, eyelids drooping as he sunk in his chair, with his legs spread from under his desk. He looked as unfit for his chair as he did for Mikael’s notebook.
They locked eyes again because maybe Mikael was staring. Adam’s jaw paused mid-chew and finally, silence. Not total silence what with Mr. Joseph tapping on the board and Chris’s possible pneumonia and Jane and Ash’s orchestra of whispers but still, silent.
Adam pulled out a pack of gum from his pocket and offered it to Mikael. Mikael furrowed his brows at the gesture, shook his head, and looked away.
Adam Malik was late. He was in full basketball attire, his shoes squeaking against the floor as he did a light sprint to his desk.
Mikael followed the drop of his duffle to the floor with his stare. Adam was unpacking his book after he settled in. He looked over to Mikael and said something that Mikael missed, which was a rarity.
“What?” Mikael asked.
“I said what page are we on?”
Adam had a small smile playing on his lips. Mikael frowned slightly. “Fifty-seven.”
“Thanks, man.” He cracked the book open, flipping through the pages.
The last thing Mikael noted was that Adam’s fingernail tips were lined with black underneath. He went on to draw crescents on his notebook for the rest of the day.
Adam Malik had a game on Friday night, said a flyer stuck to the school notification board. This is how he found himself squeezing through people to get to a seat in the bleachers. He adjusted his ear muffs and remained seated despite the crowd cheering, jumping up and down, and clapping around him. That was probably how Adam spotted him so easily during half time. Mikael kept his hand in his jacket pockets and licked his lips.
When they won, Mikael stood up and made his way to the exit. Before the door swung back into place, Adam pushed it back open. He fell into step with Mikael easily, walking backwards so they were facing each other.
“No congrats?” He asked, sweat dripping around his smile.
Mikael paused. He slowly slid his earmuffs off and shook his hair some. “Congrats.”
“Thank you.” Adam planted his hands on his waist, still trying to catch his breath. “I’m surprised you came. I didn’t think this was your thing.”
Mikael fiddled with the band of his earmuffs. “What did you think was my thing?”
Though Mikael kept his eyes on Adam the entire time, he heard the grass crunch under his shoe as he stepped forward. “I don’t really know. You don’t talk much.”
“No,” Mikael agreed. He pressed his lips together in a tight line.
“Why is that?” Adam’s head was tilted to the side.
Mikael jutted his lips out ever so slightly, one of his many ‘thinking’ mannerisms that never left him. “I don’t really like the sound of my own voice.”
“Well,” Adam scoffed, “I don’t think anyone really likes the sound of their own voice.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I think your voice sounds great.”
The corner of Mikael’s lips twitch. “No, I meant, do you not like your voi -”
“Oh,” Adam laughed, talking over Mikael and much quicker than his usual pace of speech. “Yeah, no, I know what you meant. I just… I mean, whatever. I don’t know.”He shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking around at whatever was around them - mostly trees that were identical.
“So,” Adam started again when they grew quiet, “the guys and I were gonna grab a celebratory dinner. If you haven’t eaten yet, you’re free to join us.”
“I don’t really like noisy places.”
Adam looked puzzled. “Really? Then why’d you come out here tonight?” He jabbed a thumb at the school’s direction. “It doesn’t get any noisier than that.”
“Sure it does,” Mikael said. “Construction sites, nurseries, places near airports, concerts. There are tons of worse sounding things.”
“So earlier, you had the choice of listening to a jackhammer or watching a basketball game, and you decided on this?”
That made Mikael laugh. “No. But yeah.”
“Well, that answers it,” Adam joked. “Seriously though, why’d you come?”
“Uhm,” Mikael looked back at the school then at Adam, squinting as though the sun was in his eyes despite it being night time. “School spirit.”
Adam nodded, beaming. “Of course.”
And as much as Mikael would like nothing more than to continue on with whatever it was they were doing in front of the school, his heart was beating at an impossible rate that he couldn’t breathe properly. He suspected that it was because of the cold. He put his earmuffs back on. “I should go.”
Adam nodded. “Alright.”
Mikael passed him as he walked off, biting his bottom lip. A few feet ahead, he heard Adam shout, “See you in Geom!” and that had a smile plastered all over his face throughout his walk home.
Adam Malik dropped his duffle much louder in comparison to the other times. When he sat down and sighed, Mikael noticed that it was because he wasn’t in the best of moods.
Adam rolled his eyes. “Worst day. I’m off the team unless I nail this geometry exam.”
Mikael blinked in several successions. It hadn’t occurred to him that Adam was struggling with the class. Sure he was asleep for most of the - oh.
“I could help you out?” Mikael found himself saying.
It was kind of a surprise to the both of them. “Uh, I’d like that man. Thanks.”
“Yeah?” Mikael, who usually was hunched over his desk, rolled his shoulder back and sat up.
“We can go to my house? Do I have you on Facebook?”
“Cool.” Adam took his book out, and a pack of gum. “I’ll message you.” Automatically, he offered Mikael a stick from the pack. Why Mikael decided to take the stick for himself was a mystery to him too. But he did anyway, and kept it in his pocket.
Even stupider, Mikael stared at the gum while he waited for Adam outside of the school. He sat down on the steps and took his notebook out, sticking the gum somewhere between the pages for safekeeping.
Minutes later, he got a text from Adam without his address. Instead Adam explained that he had a cousin who was willing to help him out so Mikael was off the hook. Mikael closed the message just to open it and reread it. He worried on his bottom lip, reading and rereading it until the letters started to blur into random shapes.
The sound Adam’s duffle bag made when it hit the floor was louder recently. Either he stopped caring or he decided to put rocks in there. But from the huge bags under Adam’s eyes, guessing that he was tired wasn’t that big of a stretch.
“You look tired,” he said. Seconds in, he realized how rude that sounded. And while Adam was finishing up a yawn, Mikael decided to correct himself. “But nice.” Yes, that was a good save.
Adam smiled a sleepy smile. “Yeah, the tutoring plus practice plus working is kind of weighing me down.”
“Did you sleep last night?”
“Yeah. Some.” Adam held his head up by his palm, practically spilling off of it.
“Couple of hours.” He yawned again. It made Mikael want to yawn.
“Mr. Joseph is gonna give you a notice if he catches you sleeping.”
Adam nodded. “Better be careful then.”
Adam did eventually fall asleep on his desk. Mikael fashioned his book to stand up and block Adam from full view.
They spoke much less in the week leading up to the exam. Now that Adam was quiet, everything was loud again. What was worse was that the patterns he drew didn’t work as well anymore. He couldn’t control the sounds to match the lines and it fucked up his concentration.
Two days before the exam, Mr. Joseph decided to give his time to the class to just go over the rest of their notes. Mikael knew that it was more for his benefit that the class’s, but he didn’t mind. Without Mr. Joseph in the way, Adam could nap and Mikael could stop stressing about him being caught.
In the midst of his reading, he heard Adam move his head to the side, face turned away from him as he used his book like a pillow. Mikael wouldn’t be able to explain what he did next or why. Maybe it was because Adam’s breathing was deafening versus the rest of the noise. And the pace in which his chest went up and down was calming.
Mikael reached over and began to draw a spiral in the corner page of Adam’s book. The larger spiral remained in the middle of other small spirals around it. It resembled a flower almost, Mikael thought. He proceeded to add a stem and two leaves, and as he was finishing up the second one, Mr. Joseph entered the room to say that they were free to go. Mikael panicked.
Chair legs were screeching back, murmurs turned to full blown conversations, and Adam stirred in his sleep until he was sat up completely. Mikael flung back to his seat like a rubberband retracting, dropping his pen in the process. It fell somewhere on the ground, too late to be saved. He stuffed his things in his bag and shuffled out with the rest of them. As he was out the door, he heard Mr. Joseph say something to the effect of, “Adam Malik, could you stay behind?”
Mikael’s heart dropped as he walked away.
As soon as Adam had appeared from the school doors, Mikael shot up from where he was sat on the steps, hands dug deep in his thick jacket.
“Mikael?” Adam walked over to him. “What are you still doing here?”
“Did you get in trouble for sleeping?”
“What?” Adam snapped his fingers. “Oh, you mean earlier at geometry. No, I just got a warning. It’s fine.”
Mikael breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought for sure he was gonna hand you a notice.”
“I told him everything I was doing in and out of school. He was pretty chill about it.” Adam smiled. “Unlike you. You look so worried.”
“Yeah well, you were working so hard. It’d be awful for all of that to go to waste.”
“Right, yeah. Didn’t know you cared that much.”
Mikael felt his cheeks burning. “Well, I mean, school spirit and all.”
“Ah, yes. That’s your thing.”
“That’s my thing.” Mikael repeated. “Uhm. Alright well, I’m gonna go.”
“Before you go,” Adam said, “turns out that my cousin? Yeah, he’s a shit tutor.”
“Oh, that’s… unfortunate.”
“I know.” Adam went down the steps so that he and Mikael were eye to eye. “So maybe I will take you up on that tutoring offer. I promise I won’t be too noisy.”
Mikael laughed, a little too unnaturally for his liking. “Sure. When do you wanna start?”
“I have practice today. But my place tomorrow, after school?” He was already walking backwards to where the outside court was.
“Tomorrow is good.”
“Good.” Adam said. He spun on his heel and followed with, “I can give you your purple pen back then!”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll -” Mikael’s eyes go wide as he watched Adam’s back, his breathing and heart beat working in tandem to drown out all other sound around him. “-see ya…”
a/n: au because i’m living for these two right now
Request: Maybe cole fluff where the reader is super smart
Warnings: Mild language, fluff
Notes: The procrastination psychology fact is true btw. I like to study a bit of psychology on the side of my studies at school ahah :P _____________________________________________________
I had my head down, intensely studying in the library of NYU. I wrote down some notes in my notes book that was placed on the right-hand side of the book.
“Whatcha readin’ there?”, I heard a male voice say from beside me.
“A psychology textbook”, I respond, not bothering to see who the guy was.
“Psychology huh? That’s intense”
“Yeah it is. But I enjoy it”. Curiosity got the best of me and I decided to look up to see who the guy was. I noticed that I was none other than, Cole Sprouse.
“Holy shit. Hi”, I laugh. He laughs and says a hello back.
“I didn’t know you studies here”, I stated, curious to find out what course he was studying.
“Yeah, I do. I study archaeology”, Cole smiled. “I better go, my lecture is about to start, but, um, I’ll see you ‘round?”
“Yeah of course”, I smile and wave as he started to walk away.
“Oh, wait. I didn’t catch your name”
“See you ‘round, Y/n”, Cole winks, making me blush.
— 3 Years later —
Cole and I became the best of friends after that day in the library. So much so, that we ended up dating.
“Ughh, I need to stop procrastinating”, Cole whines from the dining table. “Why do we procrastinate anyway? Like there has to be some psychological logic to it”
“There is actually: it’s because we are emotionally overwhelmed by either a task or a group of tasks, adrenaline is released by your amygdala. Though adrenaline protects you from negative thoughts or self-doubt and it can dull logical thinking. This creates more impulsive brain systems thus, going on facebook and completely avoiding the task”
“Don’t talk dirty to me; talk psychology to me”, Cole smirks, slowly walking over to me, who was sitting on the couch.
“I love the fact that you’re smarter than me”, he whispers, leaning in for a kiss.
I work at the tiniest coffee shop I've ever seen, and we have a menu up above our heads so the customers can look past us at it when they're at the counter. Despite this, customers routinely order off-menu in a place so tiny as to fit literally one barista at a time, so I'm constantly trying to find a way to distract them while I google it under the counter to see if it's a thing I have the components for since I was trained here, for our menu, not for every possible eventuality. Fuck 'em.
It’s this secret menu bullshit that’s been circulating. Now people seem to think it’s EVERYWHERE they can go for coffee. Everytime I see a friend on facebook share it I make sure to tell them that menu isn’t real, but a lot of places might make it if they know what’s in it so they should keep the recipe on hand. We’ve had a lot of submissions in the past about this. Not surprised it’s spreading like a disease. -Abby
I truly wish I had the ability to see accomplishments of people I know and not immediately hate myself for my shortcomings even if they’re doing something completely unrelated to what I want to achieve. like I genuinely can’t go on my facebook newsfeed and see what people are up to because I feel like shit afterwards for not doing enough which I know isn’t true but still