this is the result of procrastination

You know the Lads would be a fucking nightmare if they were kidnapped. Not the irritation of Geoff’s sarcastic drawl, the disquieting politeness of Jack’s unerring calm or the terrifying menace of Ryan’s entire existence, but a full blown regret all your choices, please god take them back nightmare.

Ray not so much; he shoots off a few snarky comments then closes his eyes and settles down, for all intents and purposes appearing to go to sleep despite the chains on his wrists and the cold concrete cell they’ve been locked in. Just sleeps and refuses to stir, limp and unaffected by anything from physical pain to the yells of his crew-mates. It’s an infuriatingly difficult reaction to combat and eventually their captors just give up and ignore him.

It’s impossible to ignore their other three captives though; they’re fucking loud, for one. Michael is throwing insults around left and right from the moment he opens his eyes, from the state of their lodging to the intelligence of their captors and everything in between; no threat works to shut him up and hurting any of the others only makes him exponentially louder. Michael calls out every ridiculous statement and every ineffective torture technique as though he’s merely watching a bad movie rather than living through one.

Jeremy is nearly as vocal as Michael though not nearly so straight forward about it; Jeremy drips sarcasm as he pushes every question back against his asker, inviting them to share where they stole their ideas from, who they thought they were kidding with this whole big bad act, if they’d chosen their last words yet. He and Gavin goad each other into increasingly absurd conversations whenever things are getting too tense, and Jeremy repeatedly acts like he’s broken and is ready to talk only to whisper another dumb pun into the interrogator’s ear; cackling wildly at his own jokes even as he spits blood.

Gavin flips back and forth between antagonising and commiserating, endearing himself to their enemies only to pick on their weaknesses and instigate in-fighting. He critiques their captors like they are on even footing, scathingly judgmental and haughtily unimpressed, identifying soft spots for Michael to tear into. For all his ability to deflect the anger of other people Gavin’s never been great at sitting back and watching his boys get hurt, so when things get a little too heated his comments tend to get more vicious and offensive. He twists deep into every insecurity, grinning wide enough to show all his teeth as he carefully pulls everyones attention back to himself. This honestly only pisses Michael and Jeremy off - Gavin you are a twig alright, just shut up and let the brawlers take the bruises - so soon enough all three are fighting each other as much as their captors, bellowing so loud and incomprehensible that the cell doors rattle and their interrogators are forced to take frequent breaks or risk going deaf.

Another strike against the Lads is their combined impatience; never content to just sit back and wait for the Gents to collect them, no matter how dire or trivial their situation may be. It’s not like the Gents won’t come, it’s not like their arrival wouldn’t be one hell of a show, a firestorm of possessive rage and righteous fury. It’s just that the Lads have never been passive, have always been threat. It’s just that they’re smarter than anyone gives them credit for, and nastier than most could ever imagine. It’s just that the Lads never could let anything slide, lean full force into everything they do and what they do is devastate, what they do is destroy.

The end begins, as most ends do, with a regrettable mistake. With a guard cocky enough to come in on his own, to taunt and jeer and rile them up. A guard green enough to let them see the keys he drops into his pocket, to think himself safe in their shackled presence. He’s clearly not well versed in the art of breathing menace, his efforts are rudimentary and uninspired at best, an embarrassment to the craft, and the Lads play him like a fiddle. He’s frustrated when Gavin lays on the mocking flirtation too heavily, circling behind in a clumsy attempt at intimidation and failing to notice to moment his pocket grows lighter. He rises to the bait when Jeremy sneers out a cutting commentary on his skills, completely missing the flash of silver flicking from Gavin’s hands to Michael’s in the blink of an eye. He turns his back on the three of them to aim a petulant shove at Ray, whose eyes pop back open for the first time in hours, snapping into motion as quick and dangerous as a snake. Ray uses his chained hands to pull himself up and deliver a solid kick, propelling their guard right into Michael’s waiting arms.

It’s unsalvageable after that; not quite quick, by no means clean, but hopelessly unstoppable; something akin to watching a man being torn apart by wild dogs. The rest of the mysterious crew have no chance to intervene, left watching in shocked silence over the security feed, their horror unnervingly acknowledged as the Lads bare their teeth at the cameras, chilling mockeries of real grins, full of promise. It doesn’t get better, the restless energy in the cell only growing as the four efficiently free each other from their remaining binds, laughing and crooning out childish singsongs as they destroy the room; Ready or not here we come.

See, the worst thing about taking the Lads hostage, the very worst part, isn’t their volume or aggression, isn’t the indifference and blatant disrespect. It’s not the looming danger of retribution from the rest of their crew, not even the way they will eventually, inevitably, break themselves free from any restraints. No.

The worst thing is the fact that even when they get out the Lads will not leave. There is no stealth, no mad rush for freedom or careful plans to storm the exit; they won’t escape, at least not until there’s nothing left to escape from. When the Lads break loose they don’t look to regroup, aren’t interested in taking a moment to recover before coming back with support. They want their vengeance and they want it immediately; want compensation for every injury, want to fulfil every promised threat, make good on every nasty laugh and hungry smirk, watch the terrified realisation in the eyes of their prey. When the Lads break loose they want to play.

Voltron High School au, yay!! ( ๑ ❛ ڡ ❛ ๑ )

My procrastination level has increased holy shit. I consider myself as a pro.

This is my very first time drawing Voltron characters, a naked male upper body and coloured manga panels… I hope you guys will like the result öwö I bet he played football a lot as a child c: btw I’m talking about European football/soccer! It’s nothing special but I had to draw this~

Keith, Hunk and Lance enter the same high school. Keith wanted Hunk to join the karate club with him but he already signed up for the newly founded football club, led by his childhood friend Lance. He invited him since they used to play a lot as children. I would write a fic about this but I suck at writing, especially in English haha ;u;

I’m a sucker for “Holy shit I’m gay!”-moments lmao

annabeth chase who:
  • hasn’t read a book for fun in years because aside from lack of motivation, the swimming letters and jumbled words makes it hard for her to enjoy it
  • suffers from short-term memory loss — she’ll walk into a room and forget why she went there, or she’ll go into a book to fact-check something and can’t recall why she’s even flipping through the pages a minute later. sometimes she can’t remember whether she ate breakfast or not.
  • constantly misplaces her things, which is a result of her being disorganized — like shoving an assignment into the wrong binder when she’s in a hurry or can’t be bothered, or taking her phone into the kitchen and somehow finding it in the food pantry 20 minutes later
  • can’t keep her room clean for more than a few days before it’s a mess again, cluttered with textbooks and sketchpads and clothing littering the floor and shoved into the corners
  • never fails to procrastinate on her assignments, no matter how small. you could give her a whole year and she would still wait till the last minute
  • has trouble staying focused and often loses her train of thought — she could be giving a meticulously thought out explanation on something she’s passionate about and just completely go blank
  • will stare at the pages of her stupid textbook with tears of frustration in her eyes, silently begging herself to just focus because this reading was supposed to have been done weeks ago, but no matter how hard she tries the text on the page won’t stop jumping around
  • goes days and days without brushing/washing her hair and wears the same clothes for a whole week
  • becomes anxious and irritable at small things like a ticking clock or the beeping sound the smoke detector makes when its battery needs to be changed
  • gets sudden bursts of inspiration to start a completely new project at the most inappropriate times, like during an important lecture or at 1 am when she should be writing an essay that’s due the next morning.
  • because of this she ends up with a lot of incomplete works-in-progress and half-assed assignments
  • absolutely despises school and gets anxiety thinking about going back to class come sunday night
  • pretends to embrace the fact that people think she is “scary” and “intimidating” but after years of hearing it becomes very insecure — she wishes she were the first person to come to peoples’ minds when they think of someone nice and friendly.
  • is constantly insecure and ashamed of herself because she’s supposed to be debunking that stupid ‘dumb blonde’ stereotype but wonders if she’s only encouraging it when she looks back at her slip-ups/flubs during conversations and small mistakes on tests and terrible first impressions she’s made and every single impulsive decision she made that went wrong and— what kind of Athena kid is she?
Slytherin Self Destruction & Bad Habits
  • Staying up late at night worrying about something they said,
  • Letting comments about your appearance get to you & effect your eating,
  • Speculation without clarification,
  • Indulging our bad habits too often,
  • Falling for people that are bad for us,
  • Drinking late at night, awaiting results of something slightly risky,
  • Smoking to calm the nerves,
  • Biting lips instead of nails,
  • Cracking knuckles,
  • Daydreaming & staying in our heads,
  • Procrastinating because as much as you know it needs to be done, you just really don’t want to,
  • Being overly self critical,
  • Thinking we’re not good enough,
Tom Holland Imagine: Beautiful

Summary: You’re new to town and meet your new neighbor, Harrison. You soon become friends and he introduces you to his best friend.

A/N: Ugh I’m sorry if this is bad this is the result of my procrastinating doing my psych homework

Warnings: None

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“Y/N, come down here and meet our new neighbors!” My mother yelled up to me.

I sighed and dropped the box I was holding on my bed before I went down to meet the people living next to us. I passed my reflection and cringed at my hair and outfit. My hair was pulled into a bun with a few strands hanging down in my face and I was wearing a dirty white tank top and black yoga shorts. Normally, I would’ve attempted to look semi decent but I just don’t give a damn right now.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, a young girl, a guy around my age and their two parents stood there holding a plate of cookies.

“Hello! You must be Y/N! We’re the Osterfield’s. This is our daughter, Charlotte and our son, Harrison.”

“Hey, nice to meet you guys.”

Harrison smiled politely at me and Charlotte shyly waved.

“Well, Y/N, if you aren’t busy tomorrow, I was thinking you and Harrison could hang out and he could show you around the city!” His mother insisted.

“Yeah, that sounds fine.”

“Perfect! Harrison can come get you around 12? Does that work?”

“Fine with me.”

—Time Skip—

To say things with Harrison went well would be an understatement. The guy was one of the funniest people I had ever met. He made jokes at every stop and had me in tears about 20 minutes into hanging out.

That was 2 months ago.

Harrison had become one of the best friends I ever had in all my life.

Problem was his other best friend that was hogging all his time. Constantly bringing Harrison everywhere he went which left me without my best friend for weeks on end. Sometimes months.

I had never met the mysterious Tom but if he didn’t stop stealing my best friend I was pretty sure I would pound the kid’s face in when I met him.

I was in the middle of watching Heathers when the doorbell rung. I sighed as I paused the movie. J.D. and Veronica had just killed Heather Chandler and it was getting to the best part of the movie so whoever was interrupting me better be important.

I opened the door to see Harrison’s smiling face.

“Y/N!”

“Well, look who’s finally decided to show their face around here again.” I said as I pulled Harrison into a big hug.

It wasn’t until I pulled away that I noticed another guy standing behind Harrison.

“Ummm…. yeah I guess you could say that’s my fault…” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y/N, meet Tom!”

I narrowed my eyes as I scanned over Tom’s appearance.

Damn.

I was really not expecting him to be this attractive.

“So you’re the famous Tom.”

He smiled and nodded awkwardly.

“Well, don’t keep standing out there in the cold or you’ll get sick. Come on in.”

Tom and Harrison walked into my house and kicked their shoes off at the door.

“So what’re you up to?” Harrison asked as he walked into my living room and sat down on the couch.

“Uh, watching Heathers.”

“Hm, never seen it. What’s it about.”

“A girl who’s trying to be popular ends up dating a sociopath and kills three of her classmates and then has to stop him from blowing up their entire school.”

“…oh… sounds cool, I guess.”

I laughed as I saw Harrison’s uncomfortable face.

“It’s actually a really good movie.” Tom chimed in.

“You’ve seen Heathers?”

“Yeah, loads of times. It’s a classic.”

I smiled at Tom and turned to face him.

“I would’ve never pinned you as the type of guy to watch Heathers.”

“Well, what type of guy do you pin me as?”

“Hmmm… Transformers, Star Wars, James Bond.”

“Well, you’re very right about the James Bond. Not so much about the other two.”

I smiled and pressed play on the movie.

A couple minutes later, Harrison was passed out on the couch, leaving Tom and I in each other’s company.

“So, Harrison actually kinda warned me to stay quiet while we were here…”

“And why is that?”

“He said, and I quote, that if I said one wrong thing, you would scratch my pretty face off cause I hog him all the time.”

I laughed which caused Tom to look relieved.

“Harrison flatters himself too much.” I said as I looked at my sleeping best friend.

“Hey, do you wanna prank him?”

“Hell yeah!”

Tom and I snuck into the office where we both got sharpies and snuck back into the room. We got on either side of Harrison’s body and began to doodle on his face. When we saw his eyes begging to flutter, we jumped onto the couch and turned our attention back to the movie.

“What the hell is this movie? Is he raping her?” Harrison groggily asked as he watched J.D. press Veronica up against the wall in kiss her as she struggled to push him off.

“No, she’s about to kick his ass, don’t worry.” Tom said.

“Yeah, and even though J.D. is completely crazy, he loves Veronica.”

Harrison hummed.

“Well, I gotta take a piss.” Harrison said as he sat up from the couch and stumbled to the bathroom.

Tom and I erupted into a fit of giggles as we heard Harrison scream our names.

“RUN!” Tom and I yelled at the same time. I dragged Tom up to my room and locked the door before Harrison could reach us.

“Y/N! Tom! I swear to god, I’m gonna kill you two!” Harrison yelled as he banged on the door which only caused Tom and I to laugh even harder as we fell back onto my bed.

“Looks like you’re spending the night in here, Holland.”

sf9 during finals week

youngbin:

  • started studying as soon as classes began, so the prep before his exam was really just review
  • still studies really hard anyway
  • probably has small breaks spread out for snacks and a few stimulating minutes of tv
  • he scores well and rounds his grade out to a solid A

inseong:

  • the literal embodiment of overachieving assholes
  • always gets the highest scores no matter how difficult the assignments are
  • Certified Curve Obliterator™
  • he probably eats grades for breakfast
  • and drinks the tears of all his hope-deprived peers
  • decides not to study since he knows everything
  • completely blanks on the latter half of the test, resulting in a massive point deficit
  • he walks out of the exam at the mercy of every student he ever fucked over
  • there is a curve, but he still barely passes the exam and drops from first to tenth in the class

jaeyoon:

  • forgot there even was an exam until two days before
  • memorizes 25 pages of pure calculus
  • dont talk to him, he’ll just start spouting equations and formulas
  • but he gets the third highest grade in the class though so who’s the real winner here ;)

dawon:

  • they don’t call him procrastination king for nothing
  • has two very huge projects due the next day for a class he’s failing
  • spends the entire night trying to calculate grades and figure out what he needs to score on his exam to pass the class
  • doesn’t study until five minutes before the exam
  • somehow manages to get a B

zuho:

  • “how unwise of me would it be to drop out of college and take up, i don’t know, the sweet embrace of death?”

rowoon:

  • he did nothing in chemistry except flirt with everything that breathed
  • yes, that includes the class pet, oscar the frog.
  • believes smiling at the professor will exempt him from the exam.
  • he isn’t exempt from the exam
  • he fails the exam
  • he has to retake the class the following semester
  • manages to get a C+ the second time

taeyang:

  • studies very hard for anatomy
  • his favorite colors are probably orange and yellow and red so he likes to colorcode using those pens/markers/highlighters
  • he uses dancing to help himself memorize the body parts and bones and muscles he learned about
  • buys pastries for his classmates to eat before they start
  • he brings tyang to the exam for good luck
  • the class passes with flying colors
  • thanks tyang u da plush

hwiyoung:

  • procrastinated to the gods
  • every resource in existence is on his bed, including the coffee maker
    • the overwhelming smell of coffee collecting in one room sends taeyang and chani running for the hills 
  • speaking of coffee, he’s pretty sure at least 30% of his blood is espresso
  • “don t TTOUCH mE IM STUDYING”
  • aggressively flips through all his papers
  • accidentally flips too hard and rips out about three pages of his textbook
  • doesn’t sleep that night thanks to the coffee
  • falls asleep in the middle of the exam thanks to the coffee crash

chani:

  • pays attention in class but doesnt study much
  • poor bb does his best but still bombs his exam
    • horribly
    • like, he gets the worst grade in the class
  • the professor is nice though so she offers to substitute his exam grade with something better if he writes an essay on a selected topic
  • chani writes the essay and turns it in the next day, gets an A on it and in the class
seventeen and why they were late for class

fell asleep working on a project and woke up late as a result: jiHOON, minghao, mingyu

was up at 4:00 am reading conspiracy theories: chan, WONWOO, seungcheol, hansol

nursing the grossest hangover bc they got drunk while procrastinating their work: jeonghan, jun

“dog ate my coursework”: soonyoung, seokmin, jisoo

a diligent student, never late: boo seungkwan