this is probably a lot of months too late

anonymous asked:

hey, I'm in year 12 and planning to take both the UKCAT and BMAT this year. When do you recommend that I start revising for them? I've never done exams like these before so I have no idea how long revision will take and I don't want to leave it too late/early!

Hi, the testing for the UKCAT runs from July-October, so maybe doing it in the summer when you don’t have lots of school work would be a good idea? I did mine at the end of July to ensure I could focus on revising for it, rather than being preoccupied with AS exams. I started revision for that around May/June, and worked probably for a month or just over. For the first 2 weeks I did mostly questions out of the book, and not too frequently. In the second 2 weeks I worked harder, doing timed practise papers (from the website and using Medify). 

I worked for a similar amount of time (~1 month) for the BMAT - which is sat in November - but I would suggest starting a little earlier than that, as school work did get in the way, and I felt that I could have been more prepared. Basically, they are both quite hard to ‘revise’ for, you can really only practise. You’ve got ages until you need to start thinking about starting revision for them, focus on year 12 right now! Good luck :)

SasuSaku Month 2016
Day 18- He Said She Said
: Lose You
Summary: Rumors around the ninja world revolving around the pink haired medic are leaving a certain nomad worried. Listening to her name in the darkest parts of the world was certainly not something he could simply ignore.
A/N: okay! This ended up a lot more cliche than I had expected… I’m sorry, guys… I just couldn’t hold back. It’s probably that time in the month again *sigh* These two are too cute for me. Anyway, I hope you can still enjoy it! Have fun while reading, and please, leave me your opinion!
There was a total of three shadows after her.

One on the left, one on the right and the third was waiting for her some meters forward. It was clear that her chances of escaping were close to zero, and by the way the streets were empty, help would arrive too late if she were to scream for it.

Fighting was no longer a simple choice if she wanted to wake up to a new morning in Konoha.

It became a necessity.

So they had really come, after all. Just like he said.

The uninvited company, unlike they believed, was not a surprise for the pinkette. For a week, Sakura had been expecting a group of criminals to come after her thanks to a letter sent by her dear teammate. According to his distant words, due to her recent discoveries on the medical field, her name had been circulating around suspicious lips who didn’t like the idea of a single village monopolizing so many powerful ninjas. Those people didn’t trust the ninja alliance and they obviously didn’t trust Konoha, therefore, in the name of peace, those criminals decided to kill a person who just wanted to save lives.

But it was not like such task would be easy, right?

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Doodle of the day — Neris makes use of her questions.

This comic’s joke is probably too late, but in light of the new DLC announcement, I wanted to make some kind of reaction, and distract myself from the other larger project. Stay mad, Neris, stay mad.

1 month celebration under the cut:

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30 day summer study challenge - xvii/xxx

advice for new studyblrs

Hey lovelies! So today’s challenge was to list down some advice for new studyblrs/things I wish I knew when I was starting out. Quite a bit of what’ll be mentioned here has probably already been mentioned by other studyblrs, but let’s get to it! ヾ(❀╹◡╹)ノ゙

  • Make an introduction post - this is super important guys and admittedly a step I forgot to do oops! It let’s the community know that there’s a newcomer + get’s your studyblr out there. Tell us about yourself! From the basics like your year level to your hobbies and interests, we’d love to hear them! Tbh it helps a whole lot with my next tip! Also!! If you’re like me and have had a studyblr for MONTHS but never made an intro post, don’t hesitate to make one! It’s never too late!
  • Make friends! - this is probably one of the friendliest tumblr communities you will ever find, so don’t be afraid to reach out to the people here! If you’re shy, try participating in some ask games, or you can comment on original content! Don’t know what to say? Find studyblrs that share the same interests you do - I’m ridiculously awkward, but finding studyblrs who like the same things you do make most of that awkwardness/shyness disappear!
  • Make original content - while reblogging content is what helps inspire + keep the studyblr community going, remember that you have things you can contribute too! There are lots of things for you to contribute: you can add in pictures of you studying, your notes, or your bullet journal; you can make masterposts or give advice; you can even make motivational graphics or printables if you ave access to graphic design software/websites! Go crazy! If you don’t know where to start, try out some studyblr challenges - like the 100 days of productivity, the monthly challenges, or the one I’m doing right now! - since they encourage you to put out original content everyday! 
  • Don’t be afraid to tag other studyblrs - if you’re a new studyblr, getting original content noticed can be tricky. But a lot of studyblrs have a tag they track (I personally track #catstudies), so you can include them in your tags to give your posts more exposure! You can also tag things #studyblr or #studyspo
  • Play around with your theme + tagging system - this is something that is honestly super fun AND makes your studyblr more *aesthetically pleasing* °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° It’ll help set the mood for your blog and helps you learn a bit about coding if you want to hardcore customize things! In case anyone’s curious, my current theme is by @shythemes, while the updates tab is by @felinum, and they both have really lovely themes I see often in the studyblr community, along with @sorrism and @acuite! I also recommend setting up a navigation page/tagging system to keep your posts organized + easy to find! 

I hope this helps you lovelies out! Never hesitate to drop me a message if you have any questions or just want to chat! 

Request: Lazy Day

Request: hey, before asking anything, let me tell you you’re probably my favorite fanfiction writer of ALL times. You always cheer me up with your writing and your stories, so thanks! I’m on the time of the month where life is ugly and where you’re emotionally unstable (I hate this) so I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is the youngest sister and has cramps and Sam and Dean try to confort her. It would be awesome if it had a lot of fluff. Sorry for being too specific, thanks, anyway xx.

Word Count: 854

I know exactly how you feel:( I’m sorry this took so long, it’s probably a little late now, but I guess it’s there for next time:) Thank you so much, and have an awesome day<33

It takes your brothers a few moments to figure out what’s wrong when, one morning, you shuffle into the kitchen with your duvet wrapped tightly around your body. You look greyish and exhausted, but what strikes them is that you’re obviously in pain.

“Y/N?” Sam sees it first, seeing as Dean’s back is turned making pancakes that smell equal parts amazing and sickening, “What’s wrong?”

Dean twists sharply, “Are you hurt? Did someone-?”

You shake your head, “No, no, just… girl stuff.”

It takes a second, but realisation dawns on their faces at the exact same moment and there’s a collective sigh of ohh from both of them. It makes you smile, even just a little, and you sit down at the table where a mug of hot coffee already waits for you.

“Are you okay?” Sam asks, “Do you need anything?”

“Don’t worry, I’m covered.” You don’t miss the look of relief that crosses their features – the odd time you’ve had to send them for feminine products always had you in stitches, thanks to their lack of experience with the subject.

Dean glances around the kitchen, before reaching into a cupboard and pulling out a pack of painkillers, which he tosses over, “You sure you don’t need anything?”

“I’m fine. Happens every month, remember?” You down a couple of pills with your coffee, shooting them a nonchalant smile as they grimace in sympathy – they’ve said, time and time again, that they’re infinitely grateful that they don’t have to deal with that as well as hunting and don’t know how you do.

“You want some snacks?” Sam asks, draining the last of his coffee and standing up, “I need to go on a supply run anyway, so…?”

“If you bring pretzels I’ll love you forever.”

“Pretzels, gotcha. And Ice-cream?” At your nod, he asks, “Pistachio or mint-choc-chip?”


“Both it is.” He smiles brightly, patting your head. Before you can thank him, he’s gone, and Dean takes his seat in front of you.

“TV’s yours if you want it.” He offers – the arguments you have about TV are the most sibling-y things you do and this offer… it seems too good to be true.

“What’s the catch?” You ask, narrowing your eyes. Dean holds up his hands in defence, laughing at your accusation.

“No catch.”

“So I can watch Cake Boss without you taking the piss?” You ask, and Dean nods in concession. You grin, “You don’t have to pity me.”

“I don’t pity you. I just can’t be bothered with your whining right now.” He teases. You roll your eyes, picking up your mug and gathering the duvet around your shoulders.

“In that case, I’m out.”


You find an episode of Cake Boss and settle into the couch, duvet wrapped tightly around yourself. After a while, Dean slips into the room and takes a seat beside you, tucking his feet beneath your duvet. You glance at him, and he shrugs.

“The show isn’t that bad. Anyway, Sam’ll be back soon, and he’ll just sit here otherwise. And we had burritos last night, he’ll be windy.”

“Fair enough.” You laugh. You let the show play in silence for a few minutes, until Dean moves closer to you and holds out an arm, offering to let you lean into him. You narrow your eyes suspiciously.

“Dean, I’m twenty-eight, not thirteen. I’m fine.”

“I know you’re fine, but you’re still my baby sister.”

“I’m not your baby anything. Quit fussing.” You insist, but you lean into him nonetheless – he’s warm, and he smells familiar and soothing. Sometimes, with all of the shit that goes down on a seemingly daily basis, you feel like the three of you are drifting apart and it scares you more than anything you’ve ever done or seen.

He smiles smugly, “You’ll always be the baby. Perks of being born last.”

“Screw off, Dean.” You nudge him in the ribs, but he only laughs in response. Before he can formulate a reply witty enough to appease you, Sam leans in the doorway, holding out a bag that appears to be brimming with junk food.

“You two look cosy.” He teases, before glancing at the TV, “And is that Cake Boss?”

“Yeah. Problem?”

“Not at all.” He grins, tossing over a packet of pretzels and a couple of assorted candy bags, “Happy?”

“Very. Thank you, Sammy.”

“Anytime. I brought some DVDs they had on sale, too – I figured you’d benefit from a lazy day.”

“I really don’t need you to fuss!” You insist – however, you’re not complaining, “Then again, I think we all need it. Come sit down.”


You spend the day watching films, eating junk food, (you end up ordering like five pizzas later that night, because none of you can agree what toppings to get)  and, admittedly, falling asleep on each other. It brings back fond memories of your youth, before everything got hellishly complicated (no pun intended) and it was just the three of you for weeks at a time. Despite your brothers’ constant fussing, you find yourself appreciating the time you spend together more than anything else.

#3 - “So, what? That was payback?” - Calum Hood One Shot

Summary: Calum likes you a lot but is too shy to tell you how he feels, so he uses Nia to make you jealous as a ploy to get you to tell him how you feel instead of him having to do it himself.

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Requested: Yes.

Warning: There’s some swears in here.

A/N: This is literally so late, the request has been sat in my ask for months. I’ve tried writing it ten times already and just couldn’t seem to get it right. Anyway, I’ve eventually settled on this which, to be honest, is probably not that great but it’s the best I could come up with. Send your requests in here x


You knew as soon as you saw the two of them together. The second you walked into the canteen backstage, is the second you knew that the boy you came to tell you had feelings for, was already ‘loved up’ with someone else. You could barely hide the bitterness and jealousy you were evidently feeling right now.  

Calum’s sat with Nia, legs completely intertwined with one another. She’s playing with a tuft of his hair as he strokes her hand with his thumb, talking to her intently about God knows what. Not only the sight of it, but the thought of seeing them together, feels like someone has taken a carving knife and stabbed it straight into your back. Oh how you wish you didn’t have to see this…or, even, how you wish it could be you in her shoes.  

You walk over to where Michael’s sitting with his feet up, and slump down next to him. He notices the way you flopped down onto the sofa, and turns to face you, observing the expression on your face before he says anything.

“Is everything okay?” He asks, glaring at you cautiously.

“Yeah” You say, not-so-convincingly.

He kicks his feet down and shuffles closer to you, jokingly nudging you, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong” You shrug, “…so how long have Calum and Nia been together?”

You watch as he bites his lips and shrugs, “Dunno. I don’t really pay attention to my friend’s love lives”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Course you do. You’re his best friend, I’m sure you know what’s going on.”

“I know you like him” He reveals quietly from beside you.

“Doesn’t everyone?” You question, “Everyone…except for him.”

Michael puts an arm around you and pulls you into a hug, “I know it’s hard for you. But it’ll all work out in the end.”

“How? How can it possibly work out in the end?” You shoot back, “She’s on tour with him. She’s with him all the time, and I can only be with him for a few weeks. I’m never going to be able to give him what he wants. Not that he wants me like that, anyway. I think that’s pretty much a given.”

Michael sighs, “You’re wrong.”

“No, I’m not, Michael.” You object, but he bites his lip even harder this time, letting you know that he might be trying to tell you something, “What is it?”

“It’s just…” Michael begins, “What if I said…that Calum likes you back?”

“I’d tell you to look at all the evidence that points to him not liking me back, starting with the fact he’s sat opposite us, all over Nia” You reply.

“Okay so, take this hypothetically, but maybes - just maybes - Calum has feelings for you just as much as you have feelings for him, but he had no idea how to tell you that, so instead he’s trying to get you to tell him how you feel.” Michael explains, “Hypothetically”

“Are you trying to tell me that Calum’s using Nia to make me jealous?” You whisper, not wanting Calum to hear you.

Michael smiles, “Hypothetically? Yes.”

You smirk, “Interesting”

“What’s interesting? What are you planning, you little devil?” Michael asks, confused.

“How about you and I play Calum at his own little game?” You suggest.

Michael looks at you, puzzled is an understatement, but then a lightbulb must turn on somewhere inside of him, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” 

You nod, grinning. He grins, alerting you that the game is definitely on. 

He leans in close to you and whispers in your ear, “Lean back and look relaxed. Follow my lead, angel”

You grin as you do as he says. The two of you lean back against the sofa, you facing each other. You start to have a pseudo-conversation - you’re actually just talking about fried chicken but you’re making it look like you’re talking about something else, talking in hushed voices and smiling blissfully at every chance you get - and Michael suddenly places a gentle hand on your knee. It takes you by surprise, but you roll with it, placing your hand on top of his. 

“Now laugh at something I said, as if it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard” Michael whispers to you, leading to you giggling like mad at him. His face lights up into a smile, and you couldn’t help but realise Calum’s attention turning to you and Michael.

“It’s working” You whisper, “Keep going”

He leans in closer to you, though you didn’t think it was possible, and he brushes a strand of hair out of your face and he places a single kiss on your forehead. Calum’s still staring at the two of you, and he doesn’t look happy.

“I’m…gonna go to the bathroom…I’ll be back in a sec” You tell Michael.

“Don’t be too long” He calls after you as you head towards the door. 

You head in the general direction of the girls room, but Calum’s voice calling after you causes you to stop. You smirk, before turning around and acting all innocent.

“What the hell was that all about?!” He questions.

“I could ask you the same thing” You spit.

“What do you mean?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“You know exactly what I mean. Michael told me about your little game to get me jealous” You shrug.

Calum sighs, “So, what? That was payback?”

You nod, “Yeah. Did it work?”

“I was ready to fucking deck him. He knows how much I like you.” Calum replies.

You laugh, “If it makes you feel any better, I was close to pouncing on Nia when I walked into the room and saw you two all cuddled up together” 

He smiles faintly, “I guess we’ve been a bit childish.”

You fake gasp, “Me? Childish? Never!”

He laughs, “Okay, so maybes I’ve been childish. I should have just…plucked up the courage and told you how I felt like any sane person would have.”

You nod, “Yeah. You should have.”

He sighs, “Could we…just pretend that’s how I did it? I really like you (Y/N), and I really wanna know if you’d consider being my girlfriend?”

“Before this little stunt? Yes. After?…” You reply, deliberately pausing before you give the answer you knew you were always going to give him, “100%”

He looks at you surprised, “Seriously? I thought you were going to say never in a million years.”

You giggle, “Well, you did go to all of that trouble just to get me to admit to how I felt for you” 

He grins, “So…how about I take you on an official date tomorrow night, seeing as it’s my night off?”

You nod, “I’d like that, Cal”

“Great” He blushes.

You kiss him on the cheek, before the two of you head back to the canteen together, with Calum’s arm draped around you. You nod to Michael, who salutes you, and you spend the rest of the day with Calum. Your boyfriend. By your side. Finally. As your boyfriend.


It’s never too early for spooks and never too late for memes…
especially with Halloween just around the corner. shut up it’s not 2 months away

Jack is probably a lot more scared of Hiccup’s blood-curdling scream than he is anything in the haunted house. I have no good reason for this other than materiaman sent me a link with this stupid meme and I couldn’t stop myself.

Background credit: X

A little bit of perspective...

In terms of what is “bad” in this fandom, I think people have lost sight of what truly has been bad and what hard times actually feel like because we aren’t quite used to it anymore and lots of people were expecting a sudden change.  While things still aren’t ideal, let’s take a look back at a few times in the fandom when shit was actually really awful:

1. Haylor - without a doubt the worst month and a half this fandom has probably ever experienced.. on both sides. If I never have to see these two look like this again, it’ll be too soon:

I have never seen Louis look quite this miserable for such a long stretch of time. Please let’s remember that he has looked happy lately. Maybe the happiest he’s ever looked. 

2. The times when “Larry” was brought up in interviews and the boys were made to address it - like.. this goes without saying.. it was always uncomfortable and unfair on them. They shouldn’t have been put in that position and I hope they never will be again.  Just from memory, this happened at least 4 times.

3. 2013 in general - I mean there was good and bad this year but the overall feel of it was shit. There were tons of stupid stunts, lots of rumors and drama, and the feeling that the boys were constantly being separated.  Harry was also doing fan service galore and they never seemed to get a fucking break ever. I never want to see this shit ever again:

Elounor trips, numerous models needing a publicity boost, weight loss, tension.. it just sucked all around.

4. Bullshit tweets 1.0 and 2.0 - how can we forget those lovely moments right? These were like knives to our souls. They hurt. Bad. And I’m sure they hurt Harry and Louis as well.

5. Elounor - listen that shit went on for 3 years. Although towards the end it was pretty mild, there were staged kisses, pap pics galore, vacations, family pics, etc. With the way Harry always reacted to it, and how Louis acted towards the end, I think it’s safe to say it wasn’t pleasant for them.. nor was it fun to watch it play out. 

The point of this isn’t to brush aside people’s frustrations, but just to offer perspective on the whole thing. As of right now, yeah the media is gonna write what they’re gonna write and it sucks to see Louis’ persona shrunk down to simply party boy.  But let’s not forget that while he is being mentioned all the time because of the partying, his other contributions are also being discussed. His football, his charity work, his new business ventures. The fandom might be annoyed with the new image he has, but really.. in the long run, no one is gonna fucking give a damn about him going out to clubs and being around some random girls. 

As long as they are happy, let’s trust that they know what they’re doing and how they want to do it and when. It’s their lives, their decisions, their time to do things how they feel is right. It might not be ideal to us, but we’re not them.

Okay I’m going to be real with you guys because you’re probably going to see a lot of weirdness here for a while. Without getting too personal, it’s been a weird couple of months. My mental state isn’t the best it has been, some infamous mental enemies by the likes of anxiety and other things have come knocking on my emotional and brain door lately. I’m doing all the important shit, talking to people, talking to a professional, taking care of myself. Life is complicated, especially in y our mid twenties. It’s draining and it’s stressful and there’s so much you want to do and nothing you want to do all at the same time, especially if you’re someone who understands the highs and lows and constants of mental illnesses. I’m taking a couple months away from work in a about a month (hence all my budget stress you’ll likely see me complaining about) and am going to spend some much needed mental rest time with my family for the holidays to talk to some pros I trust back home, see my parents, and get some writing done in the quiet of New England autumn/winter. Just talking about this for the sake of talking about it because I think that’s an important thing to do. It’s not a secret. Mental illnesses shouldn’t taboo and asking for help and support that you need should be something everyone is able to do without stigma and bullshit. I am so fortunate to have helpful people in my life, understanding employers, patient friends, and supportive parents. That isn’t the case for everyone. And even with all of those things, even just doing this was a tough choice and is not going to be the easiest to do. So this is an in advance apology for how weird I might get from now until the end of December, how introspective or closed off depending on the day and how stressed or finally relaxed depending on the minute. I appreciate your patience and constant kindness around these parts and I hope you know you all always have my love. And if you are dealing with any stress of your own, external or internal, I hope this week goes easy on you. I hope you can go easy on yourself. Finish one day at a time. You’re a rockstar. 

Marcus didn’t think he’d ever get a higher opportunity in the family. The Mafia Don was particular about who he kept in close company, so when Marcus was given the opportunity to guard the Don’s only daughter, it felt like a blessing. The only problem was that he kept hearing behind the scenes that the daughter was unlike anyone had ever seen – a true darling that could charm anyone she wanted. He never got the opportunity to meet her until his first day of watching her, and when he did, well, he knew what everyone was talking about. The ex-military man knew that he was probably in over his head, and that the battlefield would be a much safer place.

It had been several months now since he began, and Marcus had just started driving her home. It was just them, and she had somewhere to be late at night. She still lived at her father’s estate, which was far too big for everyone to be, so she had a lot of privacy at her wing. He looked in the rear view to see her. 

“I’m surprised your father let you walk out of the house with that dress on,” Marcus said, his eyes refocusing on the road.

BD Scott

I got a late start in life with something I always wanted to do, but as they say “ it’s never too late”. Now, I’m having a wonderful time just taking photos.  I let the camera take me to places that I ignored for so many years.  Places that were passed by, but now reach out and grab me after a casual glimpse.  And whatever it may be, I’ll probably take a shot.  I still have a lot to learn after about 18 months of self-teaching, and trial & error.  Maybe you’ll find some of my efforts pleasing to your eye. If so, then it will give validation to what I’ve learned so far.

MBTI at a Party

ESTJ: Casually making their rounds, stopping to give each friend specific attention, before settling on the couch and getting into a vibrant conversation.

ESFJ: Going up to each individual attendee and sharing in-depth updates on what they and their spouse are planning to do within the next 2-3 months.

ESFP: Searching through the host’s playlist looking for the most appropriate party anthem to turn this place up.

ESTP: They’re in the backyard, literally setting off fireworks.

ISTJ: Honestly drinking too much and hardcore flirting with ESFP.

ISFJ: Replenishing the snacks and bringing everyone drinks.

ENFP: Chilling in the corner with their squad, making casual judgements on everyone else. They’ll probably start dancing on the table if the party runs late enough.

ISTP: Being a huge flirt.

ISFP: Sitting in the corner, making doodles on their iPad.

ENTP: Talking a lot, whilst simultaneously accepting compliments on their newest hair style. Occasionally pointing at and shouting out the name of INTP.

ENTJ: After listening to ESFJ talk about their financial struggles, they start drawing up a financial plan while making sure the ESFJ is aware of Groupon.

ENFJ: Passing out beers and complimenting ESFP’s music taste.

INTP: Hiding in one of the bedrooms on the laptop they snuck in. They would totally participate if it weren’t for the special event on their current MMO that only happens once a year. Really, this dragon isn’t going to slay itself. They’re only here because ENFP made them come.

INFP: Sitting next to ISFP, comparing doodles.

INTJ: Sitting by themselves in the second farthest seat, reasoning that it’s not antisocial as long as its not the farthest.

INFJ: They’re only here because their extroverted spouse wanted to come.