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Happiness Is Homemade

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MooMaw’s kitchen is always filled with light.

It’s pouring through the windows above the sink and filtering through the blue and white checked curtains that hang above it.

Eric sits on the counter, right in the middle of a sun beam, and swings his little feet against the cabinets below as he licks brownie batter off a wooden spoon.

MooMaw has the phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear as she uses a spatula to scrape the last of the batter into the pan.

The cord stretches from the wall and Eric extends a sock covered foot out towards it and tries to touch it with his toes.

It sags before he can get to it as she steps forward and takes the spoon from him.

He only has a second to pout before she’s putting the spatula in the bowl and the bowl in his lap and ruffling his hair.

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Young Jason being afraid to ask for help with his homework because he missed a lot of school and catching up is hard. Like Jason know’s he’s not an idiot but no one has ever taken the time to actually help him learn and he’s behind (Gotham teachers are understaffed and overworked and jason is too rowdy in class to be “a smart kid”). He wants to ask Bruce or Alfred for help, but he’s afraid of being labeled as Stupid (not as smart good as Dick). Everyone knows that Bruce has a low tolerance for stupid people so he’s afraid of being dismissed or kicked out.

 BUT!!! When Jason finally spits out that he needs help and prepares for Bruce to reject him Bruce is helpful?? and patient??

The thing is, Bruce is pretty understanding of people who are TRYING to learn things, it’s the people who stay deliberately ignorant that grind his gears. Bruce is obsessed with learning, he also hates not knowing things, hence why he tries to learn All Things just IN CASE. He’s not mad that Jason doesn’t know some things, he’s just happy that Jason is trying to learn!!

Anyway, he helps Jason figure out the homework no one ever explained how to do and they sit together at the table and Alfred brings them food and everything is Good

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it all comes down to whether or not you give a damn. for ria. xx

One dull and dreary day in late September, James finally gets sick of waiting.

(that’s not true at all; he could honestly wait for her forever.)

Dark clouds crawl across the sky, thunder rumbles ominously in the distance, but she’s laughing, joking about finishing their patrol outside before the heavens open and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard and he can’t hold back anymore.

He catches her hand suddenly, and she whirls around, her hair tracing a graceful arc in the air.

“James? What—”

“I love you,” he shouts into the howling wind. Part of him hopes desperately that the brewing storm drowned him out; that she hadn’t heard such a brusque confession from him, that he has a chance to confess more romantically.

(another part hopes that she heard because damn, that was terrifying to say.)

He waits; he’s not sure if it’s approaching thunder or his own heartbeat, but there’s a thudding in his ears and he can’t breathe.

Lily drops his hand and he has his answer.

The rain pours.

“Well, what was I supposed to say?”

Even with her head buried under a pillow, her dorm mates decipher the muffled moans of anguish.

Anything’s better than ‘thank you’. I mean, really, Lils?” Marlene tuts and Lily screams into her mattress.

‘I love you, too,’ probably would’ve been a good place to start,” Mary suggests offhandedly.

Lily huffs as she surfaces and sits up. “But I don’t, though.”

Mary, by now accustomed to the ongoing drama of Lily and James’ relationship, simply rolls her eyes, sighs in resignation and continues her Transfiguration homework.

Quirking a brow, Marlene says sceptically, “Okay.” Lily slumps back onto the bed in defeat, and she repeats, quieter, “Okay.”

They suffer through about a week of painful awkwardness before he catches her alone.

“Listen,” James turns away from her, his hands shoved uneasily into his pockets. “About… the other day. We can just, y’know, forget it. Pretend it didn’t happen. If you want.”

She watches as he gently kicks at the castle walls. She’s not sure why, but something tightens inside her painfully.

(she could start something here, she could say, no, let’s not pretend…)

(she could, she could, but she doesn’t.)

“Okay,” she whispers to her toes.

She feels, rather than sees, his body deflate. He exhales, long and slow.

“Okay,” his voice cracks, and something inside her does, too.

Please don’t tell us you said ‘thank you’ again.”

Lily sniffs irritably. “Of course not.”


“… I said… ‘okay’,” Lily admits and prepares to dodge pillows turned into projectile weapons, but they never come. Instead, Mary drops next to her on her bed and wraps her arms around her. “Mary?”

“It’s going to hit you one day, Lily,” she whispers. “There’s going to be a moment where you have to decide if you give a damn about this, about him, and you have to brave enough to admit that you do.”

“It’s going to hit you,” Marlene says gently as she sits on Lily’s other side, “and it’s probably going to hurt.”

The girls sit there, arms in a tangled mess, until Lily breaks the silence, her voice barely audible.

“It hurts now.”

One dull and dreary day in early October, Lily takes James’ hand. She traces his palm with her fingertips, feels his pulse quicken and stutter under his skin, although it’s hard to distinguish between his and hers.

Finally, she admits quietly, “I don’t know if I can say it.”

“Say what?” The huskiness of his voice does little to calm her.

“You know what,” she mumbles, ashamed that she can’t even vocalise it as a hypothetical.

“That’s not…” he ran his free hand through his hair, “that’s not the reason I told you I love you, Lily. I said it because it’s true and I thought it was the right time to tell you which, given everything that’s happened since then, probably wasn’t actually a good time…”

She watches him ramble on adorably, his hand still in his hair, a trademark gesture of nervousness; his glasses are lopsided and sliding down his nose. Everything about him is so perfectly James, the mere idea of losing him stings.

And that’s when it happens.

Oh. Oh.

And it doesn’t hurt (in fact, it makes everything stop hurting); it hits her like lightning, starting like a spark in her chest and growing and blooming until her whole body feels tingly and alive. She glances down at their hands, still connected, and squeezes tightly.

James stops ranting to look at her. “Lil?”

She shyly lifts her eyes up to his, bright green meeting warm hazel, and smiles beatifically.

“I love you,” she yells. There’s neither thunder nor a roaring wind to compete with, but she wants to make sure he hears her, wants her words to ring in his ears forever.

His smile grows slowly, broadening into the widest, cheekiest grin she’s ever seen on his face. He pulls her flush against him and she laughs delightedly at his response.

“Thank you!”
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Request: happy v-day!! could you do a fred x reader imagine where the reader is harrys older sister so she’s also a target for voldemort and fred and george are assigned by the order to keep them safe at school and angst and fluff? ily thanks!! (btw I luv ur blog as well!

alright!! I’m so sorry it’s been a week I’ve had SO MUCH WORK TO DO AH!! thursday is mardi gras break and I’m going skiing with my bff for all 10 days of it but i will try to start on my other requests and do some ships!! please be patient I'm trying my best :) !

“-she needs someone to watch her!”

“Now, Harry, your sister can take care of herself,” Sirius was attempting to calm your bother.

“You know what,” Fred interjected, “I agree with Harry! Y/n is just as valuable to You-Know-Who as Harry is! We all know if he gets a hold of her Harry would be going to save her before anyone could even say ‘Dumbledore’s underwear!’”

You stood up angrily, “Don’t I get a say in this?!”

Sirius, Tonks, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Hermione, Fred, George, Harry, Ginny, Snape, and Ron all turned to look at you and the room fell silent.

“Like Sirius said,” you began slowly, Sirius winking at you when you said his name, “I can very well take care of myself, thank you. And I’m not going to let some noseless arsehole get in the way of my education!”

“I have to agree with you about that, y/n,” Hermione said with a slight chuckle, “but maybe it would be better if there was someone who might keep a look out. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, aren’t they?”

You sighed and sat down, your best friend was always right, wasn’t she?

“Look y/n,” your little brother began, “I just can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me, especially you.”

“Harry,” you looked up at him, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be looking after you! Bloody hell, your my little brother!”

“I know but-”

“What if Fred and I just watched out while we were at school together?” George proposed.

“Yeah,” Fred added, “We could keep Harry and the Order updated on anything suspicious at Hogwarts and watch out for y/n. We always hang out together anyways.”

You looked at Harry for his response.

“Okay,” he said, looking relieved.

Fred and George smirked at each other before walking towards you. You groaned.

“Oh, now, now, y/n,” Fred ‘comforted’ you.

“Don’t be so blue,” George grabbed your shoulders.

“Think of all the fun you’ll have with your babysitters!”

“Oh, no no no,” you shook your head, sliding out of George’s grip to face the twins, “This,” you pointed back and forth between them and you, “is not a babysitting gig. You are simply there to make sure I don’t die. Got it?”

“Oh, yeah,” they nodded in mock seriousness and then grinned at one another.

“Shit!” You cursed as your books flew out of your arms onto the ground. The back of your head felt like it was about to make contact wit the stairs when you felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you up. 

You opened your eyes to see the one and only, Fred Weasley.

“Ugh, Weasley, what are you doing,” you shoved him off, going to get your books. 

For the past week and a half, every time anything, anything at all, happened, Fred and George were there to swoop in and save the day (more Fred than George).

Forgot your Charms homework? Fred has it right here.

Wiping your mouth after eating cereal? Why would you when George is here?

Doing you hair for the day? Your very own personal stylist Fred Weasley is ready to make you the envy of every single girl at Hogwarts. 

Brushing your teeth? Nonsense! Fred will take care of it!

Honestly, it was getting very annoying. 

“What?” Fred said, almost amused, it seemed, “it is our job to take care of you.”

“I’m not a child, though,” you shot back.

Normally you would do anything to have your crush, Fred, at your beck and call, but it was so over the top and irritating! 

“I know, I know,” he assured you, “but Harry would kill us if his sister was forced to walk to Potions all alone,” he added a mischievous wink.

You rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself from blushing, “Whatever.”

You were just about to enter the Potions room when Fred pulled you aside and into a small room off the side of the hall.

“Fred! What the f-”

“Shhhh!” he put a hand over your mouth. 

Fred pulled out of his pocket an extendable ear, a new gadget he and George were working on for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. 

“Listen,” he whispered as you watched the ear slide under the door and presumably to Snape’s room.

“-you may kill the girl, but Harry Potter is for me,” your heart stopped at the chilling voice.

“Yes, my lord,” Snape’s dull voice responded.

“Is that….” you began.

Fred nodded in response.

“However,” Snape began, “We could use her as leverage, who knows the lengths Harry Potter would go to to save his… poor sister.”

“Very intriguing, Severus. Tell me-”

Fred had dragged you out of the closet and through the halls and you had’t even noticed. Pretty soon you were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common room with Fred pacing in front of you.

“We have to tell the Order right away. I mean, Snape? Severus Snape? I knew he was an arsehole but honestly! I mean-” Fred looked at you and sighed, sitting next to you, “Are you okay?”

You sat for a moment and then gave a short laugh, “No I’m not okay! I just listened to the person who killed my parents practically plan my murder!”

“Hey it’s-”

“No!” you shouted, getting up, “Don’t you dare say it’s okay because we all now it’s not! My life means nothing to them, and they will come and get me and you know Harry will be the first to try and save me and it’ll be my fault if He succeeds!” 

You were talking so fast you had run out of breath. You took a shaky breath and ran your fingers through your hair. 

Fred pulled you into a hug. 

“You know,” he whispered, “If anything happened I don’t think Harry would be the first to go after you.”

“No?” You questioned.

“It would be me.”

You closed the space in between your faces and kissed.

After a moment you pulled apart. 

“We won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”


A Father-Daughter Dance // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: family fluff, parent!phan

Words: 3.8k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: implied homophobia 

Summary: Izzy’s class is holding a Father-Daughter Dance. However, there’s a bit of an issue – Izzy has two dads.

A/N: Yes, I know it’s Mother’s Day here in America, but I really wanted to post a story today, so…yeah lol it’s what I had next to be posted, so…we’re just going to roll with it. 

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anonymous asked:

For the Kevin and Joaquin fanfiction could you do something about them just being romantic and cuddling and fluffy stuff like that??? It was an idea that I had but I'm a terrible writer


Word Count: 1k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

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Here we have 1,004 words of pure fluff. You might get a cavity from how sweet this is.

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           “You’re such a cliché.” Kevin remarked softly. He followed Joaquin’s fingers trace the letters onto the back of his hand. They had been laying in Kevin’s bed for who knows how long. Probably too long. Joaquin should probably leave before Kevin’s dad got home.

           “Yeah, except lying in bed tracing ‘I love you’ on my boyfriend’s hand is actually the last thing people would expect from me. So it’s not a cliché if I do it.” Joaquin chuckled, bringing Kevin’s knuckles up to his mouth and kissing them. Kevin brought his hand away from Joaquin’s mouth and rested it on his neck. He rested his forehead on Joaquin’s, their lips brushing slightly.

           “You should probably leave before my dad shows up.” Kevin whispered, looking down at the other’s lips.

           “Yeah, I should.” Joaquin mumbled before leaning into the kiss. It was slow, but the love and fire were still there, hiding behind soft lips and gentle tongues. Kevin grinned into the kiss, his fingers wrapping into Joaquin’s long soft hair and tugging slightly.

           “Oh.” Joaquin exclaimed.

           “Like that?” Kevin smirked, tugging again. Joaquin bit back a moan.

           “I, uh, need a haircut.” He insisted, leaning into Kevin’s long fingers.

           “Don’t you dare.” Kevin pushed their lips together again, swallowing Joaquin’s response. They continued at a slow pace, fingers roaming and tongues gently colliding. Kevin was unsure how long they kissed for. Probably too long. He was unsure when Joaquin had moved from his mouth to his neck, biting and licking and sucking. What Kevin was sure of was that he would be hiding a hickey tomorrow.

           “Fuck,” Joaquin pulled away, admiring his work. “That’s hot.” Kevin scoffed.

           “No, it’s a headache. My dad isn’t completely oblivious, you do know that right?” He shook his head, sitting up a little so he could look down at Joaquin. He tried to glare, but the serpent’s lips were bruised, and his hair was a mess, and he was far too adorable with that smug grin.

           “You know you love it.”

           “Shut up.” Kevin swatted at him, but Joaquin caught his hand. He started to trace words onto it again.

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     “You are perfect.” Joaquin repeated what he had just traced as he stopped spelling and brought Kevin’s hand back to his mouth.

     “And you are a sap.” Kevin responded, but he was smiling.

     “Kev, I can’t remember the last time I was this happy. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I can’t believe it’s real. Can’t believe that someone as perfect as you fell for someone as broken as me.” Joaquin confessed, his eyes drifting to stare at his lap.  Kevin sat down again and used his free hand to lift Joaquin’s chin, making them eye to eye with each other.

     “Hey, hey, you are not broken. I’m not settling or coming done from my throne for you. You are beyond wonderful. You are perfect, and you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you.” Kevin leaned into kiss him again, but the sound of his father’s car entering the driveway stopped him. “Shit.”

     Joaquin jumped up, pulling his shoes on and quickly heading towards the window. “I love you too, Kev. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that, he was gone, and Kevin was alone in his room again. He sighed and stood up, heading downstairs to meet his dad at the door.

     “Hey Dad, how was work?” Kevin smiled as his dad entered the house.

     “Fine, stressful. Clifford Blossom is going to be the death of me. You know I never thought I’d say this, but I miss just having to deal with the serpents.” Sheriff Keller chuckled softly. “How was your day kid?”

     “Good. Archie played us a new song at lunch. He’s surprisingly not bad. And Veronica debuted the most fantastic pair of dark red Giuseppe Zanotti heels. Plus, I think that I might be able to convince Betty to wear her hair down for once, I’ve just got to play the ‘Jughead will like it’ card.”

     “Well that’s nice I suppose…” He trailed off. He wasn’t listening to Kevin at all. No, Sheriff Keller was completely focused on his son’s neck.

     Shit, shit, shit. Kevin thought, remembering the very visible hickey that Joaquin had left and turning away from his dad to go back to his room. “Yeah, it’s great. Well, I’ve got some homework to finish up, so I’m gonna go.”

    “Hold it right there, young man. What happened to your neck?”

     “My-my neck?” Kevin stopped momentarily, but quickly resumed his climb to his room. “I, uh, fell.”

   “You fell on your neck?” Sheriff Keller asked, amused.

    “Yup, you know, clumsy me.” Kevin walked into his room, quickly shutting the door. He walked to the mirror in his room and stared, wide-eyed, at the dark purple bruise above his left collar bone. “Fuck, Joaquin, what have you done?”

     “Hey Kev?” His dad’s voice carried into his room.

     “Yeah?” Kevin warily shouted back.

     “Just stay safe, okay?” Kevin’s jaw dropped, shocked and momentarily speechless. The silence was quickly broken however. Kevin groaned loudly and threw himself on his bed with a loud thump. He could feel his cheeks redden as his listened to his father chuckling downstairs.

     “I’m gonna kill that boy.” Kevin mumbled to himself, bringing his fingers up to his neck. “I’m going to kiss him, and then I’ll kill him.”

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anonymous asked:

can you maybe write about how the Miracles' comfort their boyfriends (+ Aomine comforting Momoi if you feel like it--then again i guess there were iterations of that in the series already so maybe the reverse of that if you want?)? since D:M is more focused on the boyfriends supporting their Miracle, we never really got to see what it was like the other way around. how do the Miracles make their s/os feel better?

Takao has been in a bad mood all day, and Midorima doesn’t know what to do with that. He knows that Takao is in a bad mood, because he’s not laughing, or joking or teasing or doing any of the usual Takao things. Unlike other people in a bad mood, Takao doesn’t snap at others or show any open hostility, he’s just quiet, like he’s concentrating very intently on any task at hand. Midorima does not like the fact that he is quiet.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, early in the day.

“No,” Takao says. “What makes you think that?”

Midorima doesn’t respond, because he especially doesn’t like the fact that Takao is lying, but he doesn’t press the issue.


“What’s up with your boyfriend?” Miyaji asks during practice.

“He wouldn’t say,” Midorima says.

“Did you do something?” Miyaji asks suspiciously.

“I never do anything wrong,” Midorima says, with a haughtiness that he doesn’t quite feel. What if he did do something? Would he know? He’s never had a boyfriend before (he’s never even had a friend before) so he’s not sure how he would know if he did something wrong.

“If that’s your attitude, I’m not sure you’re going to have a boyfriend for very long,” Miyaji says.


After school, he shows up at Takao’s house unannounced, holding a cheeseburger.

“Here,” he says, placing the cheeseburger in Takao’s hands. “It is your lucky item for the day.”

“I know,” Takao says, confused, “I listen to the show in the morning. What are you doing here, Shin-chan?”

Midorima purses his lips, feeling stiff and awkward in the presence of someone he’s never felt awkward around before. “I wanted to see if you were feeling better.”

Takao tilts his head to the side. “I wasn’t feeling bad.”

“Then, I’m here to help you study.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say no to that,” Takao says, smiling slightly, “Let me copy your English homework.”



“My dad called,” Takao says, halfway through their English homework. He doesn’t even look up from his worksheet.

There is a very long silence as Midorima wages a war within himself. He wants to say something, but he wants to say the right thing, and he’s not sure what that is. He knows Takao doesn’t like talking about his father, so he’s pretty sure he’s not supposed to press for details. And he’s not sure if he could provide comfort, because it’s not something he could even understand.

“I wish he wouldn’t,” Takao says, sounding angry. It’s so unsettling, Midorima’s not sure he’s ever heard Takao be angry before. “If he’s going to be an asshole he should just remain an absentee one. I wish I never had to hear from him again.”

There’s a small part of Midorima that wants to say, I could make that happen for you. I could make it so he never bothers you or makes you angry or makes you sad ever again. I know how to do it, I’m very good at it. There’s a small part of him that even wants to do this for Takao, because it’s something he knows he can do.

But he’s also aware that it’s probably not what Takao needs to hear.


He’s not entirely sure what he should be doing, so he’s not looking at Takao at all when he reaches out and grabs his hand. He’s not looking at Takao when he says, “He’s not important. He doesn’t deserve you.” He’s looking very firmly at his homework even as he holds Takao’s hand. There’s more he wants to say, but Takao abruptly flings himself on Midorima, pushing him down as he wraps his arms around him.

“Oh, Shin-chan, you’re such an adorable tsundere! My boyfriend is the cutest boyfriend in the world!”

“Stop that!” Midorima says, although he doesn’t push Takao away. He has his arms around Takao like he’s afraid Takao might disappear forever if he lets go. “I’m not cute.

“You are, though,” Takao says, laying down on Midorima. He sighs. “I’m very lucky.”

Which isn’t true at all, Midorima thinks. Of the two of them, Midorima has been far more fortunate.


“So am I supposed to eat this or just hold it for the rest of the day?” Takao says, still resting his head on Midorima and holding out the cheeseburger.

“I’ve never been certain,” Midorima confesses. “When it’s a food item, I usually hold onto it, as long as it’s not perishable.”

“Eh, I’m eating it, the luck will stay with me then,” Takao says, biting it and then grinning, “At least for a little while, anyway, before I—”

“Don’t be vulgar, Takao,” Midorima snaps. When Takao laughs and continues eating his burger, something in Midorima finally relaxes.

A/N: I am so, so sorry it has taken so long to get to this prompt! I am very sorry, anon-friend, it was a truly lovely prompt, but it was one of those ones that would have been too long, if I tried to do all of the Miracles. (Even got longish just from properly doing the one pairing). I promised a MidoTaka short for @fujoshi1827, so I felt like this would be a good fit. I hope you both enjoyed!

hs au (part six)

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That weekend, Andrew realizes that he might actually be able to attend college.

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A/N: Original stuff from me, which means you can skip it, but I thought I’d post it anyway. Written for a friend who’s an english teacher. So I guess this is my english homework?! QQ. Lemme know what y’all think.

Long Roads

Prompt: The child has asked something simple but profound. Something is exchanged between them, but the meaning is only really apparent to the reader.


Originally posted by livingstills

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Rules: Answer the 11 questions the tagger sets, tag 11 people, and ask them 11 questions.

Unfortunately, I didn’t do it on the day when I was first tagged as a result of which I will have to answer 66 questions instead of 11 ‘cause I was tagged by 6 amazing people ❤

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Can you do #4 in the 100 ways to say I love you

4: “Come here. Let me fix it.”

Once Dex gets started on a problem set, it takes a lot to tear him away. So far, only three matters of life and death have forced him to leave his desk for more than two minutes: once when Betsy broke while a pie was baking, then again when Nursey fell down the stairs (“BRO, I THINK YOUR D-MAN JUST BROKE EVERY BONE IN HIS BODY,“ “HOLTZY, I’M A DOCTOR, HE'S FINE!”), and again when it rained and the window frames all swelled up and nobody could get to the Reading Room.

Priorities, that’s the word. Dex only leaves his desk for his priorities.

That’s what he tells himself, at least, and generally it seems to work.

Except lately, he’s been getting distracted by other things - things that, until they became “official” a little while ago, were definitely not priorities.

Now, when Nursey begged him to take a break and go with him to Annie’s, Dex went. When Nursey tried to use what little Dex had taught him to fix one of the off-balance chairs in the kitchen and instead broke one of its legs clean off, Dex went. And today…

Actually, today Dex doesn’t really have an excuse, since it wasn’t Nursey who called him. Not even ‘called’ him - he was doing physics homework in Chowder’s bedroom, since the Haus was quieter than his dorm floor, so all Lardo had to do was go upstairs.

“Yo, Dex.”

“The dryer can wait, I’ve got three problems left.”

“Bro, it’s not the dryer, it’s Nursey.”

Dex looks up from his paper, concerned. “Where is he? Is he okay?”

“He’s downstairs, and he keeps asking for you. It’s annoying. You two are gross.”

Sure enough, Dex checks his phone - he keeps it on silent while he studies - and there are eleven texts from Nursey. The most recent ones read come on, babe, please and dexxxxxxx.

Cautiously, Dex follows her into the living room, where the entire team is gathered around the window next to the front door.

“Alright, y'all, I can’t watch this anymore. I’m gonna go finish my pie,” Bitty says, shaking his head as he turns toward the kitchen. When he walks past them, he mutters something about “Boys," and Lardo nods sagely in agreement after him. 

"He’s over there,” she says, giving Dex a solid push toward the clump before following after Bitty.

When Dex taps him on the shoulder, Ransom steps aside to let him through, and… there’s Nursey. He’s stranded out on the porch, holding the front doorknob in his hand, looking absolutely miserable. Dex positions himself on the edge of the group so Nursey can’t see him and keeps quiet.

“Come on, man,” Nursey pleads. “Just let me in already!”

“Not until you give us the deets,” Holster says, crossing his arms.

“There are no deets,” Nursey insists, which makes Tango tilt his head.

“I’m confused. Didn’t you say a few minutes ago that you’d tell Holster if he let you in? If there aren’t any deets, what were you gonna tell him?”

Ransom high-fives him while Nursey narrows his eyes. “Tango, it’s reasons like this why we don’t let frogs in the group chat.”

“I don’t know, man, he’s got a point,” Whiskey offers, which only makes Nursey glare harder.

“Just go get Dex. He’ll back me up on this, I swear. Come on, Holster, d-man to d-man.”

“Maybe we should,” Chowder offers nervously. “You always say that nobody knows a d-man like his partner.”

“Holtzy, he’s right. If anyone’s gonna settle this, it’s Dex,” Ransom adds.

“I mean, I’ll try,” Dex pipes up, and Tango jumps. Dex uses the opportunity to push into the middle of the group until he’s right in front of Nursey, who beams when he sees him. (Maybe Lardo’s right. Maybe now they’re officially in ‘gross’ territory. Either way, Dex finds that he doesn’t mind all that much.)

“Dex! Dex, I swear, I didn’t pull on it or anything, it just-”

“Yeah, I believe you. It’s old, like everything else in this Haus. It was gonna happen sooner or later,” Dex shrugs.

“Tell them there’s no deets,” Nursey implores. “Come on, Dex, I’ve been out here for half an hour and I'm cold and this is not fair, it’s torture, really, and so not chill-” He stops when he realizes Dex is laughing at him. And not a little laugh, either - a full-on, gasping for breath laugh, and Nursey is not amused. “Asshole.”

“I thought New Yorkers were used to the snow?” Dex asks, once he can function again. He grins, and Nursey huffs.

“And I thought you were going to help me.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll let you in,” Dex says nonchalantly, despite the protests that fill the room behind him. As he walks over to open the door, he waves Holster away. “Chill, okay? I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, bro’s honor.”

Nursey brings a gust of wind and a few snowflakes into the living room with him. “You all suck.” Dex stifles a giggle. “Especially you. I thought we were supposed to be on the same team now?”

Dex affectionately brushes the snow out of his hair. “Yeah, but you’ve gotta admit, that was funny.” Nursey glowers, unwinding his scarf and taking off his coat. Dex grins. “Alright, you, come here. Let me fix it.”

He holds out a hand for the knob, and after Nursey gives it to him he buries his face in Dex’s neck, wrapping his arms around his waist. "You guys really left him out there for half an hour for deets? I’m not, like, mad, I just… I would have told you, you could have just asked me.“

Tango tilts his head again, brow furrowed. "So there are deets?” he asks slowly, and Dex nods.

“Yeah, I’m dating this loser.”

It takes ten minutes to convince Chowder not to burst into tears (“Happy tears, I’m just so happy for you both!!!”) and another ten for Whiskey to answer all of Tango’s questions (“But… but Dex said chill!” “That’s not a question, Tony.”). Meanwhile, it takes twenty for Ransom and Holster to wrap their heads around it, even with Lardo’s help. 

“Whoa, bros, you’re like, dating dating?”

Dex sighs. “As opposed to…?”

“Dude, we thought Nursey was dating a LAX bro!”

Lardo doesn’t even bother looking up from her phone. “You two are idiots.”

Nursey makes a face from where he’s snuggled into Dex’s side on the couch while Lardo and Dex both roll their eyes. “Ew, no, LAX bros are gross.”

Yeah, bro, that’s why we were so confused.” Ransom nods.

“Fuck the LAX bros, but not like that.” Holster’s comment earns him a throw pillow to the face, and soon the entire living room is a mess of pillows and six foot tall hockey players shrieking like five year old girls. 

In the midst of all the commotion, Tango frowns again. “We’re really not allowed in the group chat?” he asks Whiskey, who nods.

“You can thank me later.”

Why I'm Still Not Over Episode 13

Since I’m playing on the English server, I haven’t reached 13 yet, but I have definitely seen what has happened from international users. My opinion on this episode is like everyone else’s opinion:
The writer in me, the part of me that writes stories full of horror and heartbreak, definitely enjoyed 13. This part of me saw the potential in the betrayal by the boys and can not wait for it to escalate. This part of me is very invested in the story-
But this part of me isn’t the grand majority of my consciousness.
While the writer in me enjoyed 13, the player in me was definitely enraged by the last episode.

I, like most players, disliked the kissing scene in 13 because it symbolized a huge betrayal.
The kisses between the guys was not romantic or cute, rather, it was disgusting and twisted. The kiss symbolized something that was supposed to be pure, warped into something detrimental that would impact Erika and everything she knew.
To put it simply, the kiss was the thing that destroyed her life.

I really can’t stress how horrible this was enough.

I’m the type of person who can easily step into a character’s shoes and feel what they feel. So, during 13, I stepped into Erika’s situation and saw the true impact of what happened:
Erika lost everything she knew.
With one action, one swallow, one potion, Erika lost her life.
Think about it for a second. Let it sink in.
The grand majority of us have families that care. Have friends that care. Have some form of relationships that care.
Think about your loved ones for a second. Run through each name and face in your mind.
I’ll tell you mine if you want.

When it comes to my loved ones, my grandma comes to mind. My grandma who hugs me every chance she has and rhetorically asks me why she loves me so much. My grandmother who listens to my problems and gives me her best advice. My grandma who raised me after my mother gave me up because she wasn’t ready to raise a kid-
Though she isn’t the only one that appears in my mind.
I also think of my grandfather who is a father to me. My grandpa who gets up at midnight to run down to the pharmacy when I’m sick. My grandfather who jokes with me and buys me treats and complains when I need something yet never hesitates to provide it. My grandpa who tries to help me with my math homework, even though it’s gibberish to him because his education ended at third grade, and does everything he can to make my life easier because he loves me as a daughter and not a granddaughter.
And it doesn’t stop with him.
I think of my Godmother who gives me advice and is always there for support. My Godmother who says that sometimes she forgets I’m her niece and not her actual biological daughter.
I also think of my little brother who irritates me and gets irritated by me, yet is always there when I need help like a little gentleman.
I think of my younger sister who teases me yet listens to my problems and comes to me for advice. My little sister who once hugged me and cried after having a nightmare where I died.
And I think of my mother who is not the best person in the world, yet she tries.

So, because I come from a very loving family, I can easily realize the extent of Erika’s pain.

I mean, Erika lost her life.

She may still be alive, but she isn’t living in the world she used to be.
She lost everyone who cared. Think on that for a second. Imagine your family, as I imagine mine, suddenly not remembering who you are. Imagine them looking at you with blank looks because they don’t remember you existed.
Imagine how much that would hurt you.
And imagine how much that hurt Erika-

Though it doesn’t really end there, does it?

Erika, on top of losing her family, lost any trace she left behind.
Bite into that for a moment.
We humans are afraid of being lost in the pages of history, or at least I am, so imagine what it is like to be gone.
Imagine your legacy, whatever it may be, disappearing back in your world.
That’s everything you worked for, everything you strived for, and everything the world would have had to remember you by, gone.
Wouldn’t that be a horrible nightmare?

So, truly, reflect on everything for a second.
With one liquid, one kiss, one substance, you do not exist.
There is no one to mourn your loss, and no one to even know you were ever something that could be mourned.
You are lost.
Lost to your loved ones, lost to your world, and lost in a world that you don’t belong in.
Because no matter how hard you, or Erika, or your Guardianne tries, you do NOT belong in Eldarya.
Even if, through a plot twist, Erika is from that world: SHE. DOES. NOT. BELONG.
She doesn’t know the world, the society, or the history. She doesn’t know how to live there or survive. And she doesn’t have anyone that knows her as deeply as any one she left behind.
So, she doesn’t fit in, and the one world she actually belonged to, is forever out of reach.

I mean, even if she can go back, she can’t really go back.
There is nothing to go back TO.
Her family doesn’t know her, her studies and achievements are gone, and her life is erased.
If she goes back to her world, she’s an outcast.
And if she stays in Eldarya, she’s an outcast.

Erika has no place to go now simply because the Refuge of Eel couldn’t consider a better solution.
And, although I get the fact that they had to protect their people, could they not have had a better option?
Could they not have given Erika a better choice?
Could they not have told her the truth for once?

Anyway, in conclusion, I’m not over 13.

I’m very empathetic when it comes to characters and easily saw things from Erika’s point of view.
Erika’s life is shattered and she is now forced to stay with people who have done nothing but lie and betray her.
At this point, I think her best bet would be to go with Ashkore. At least he has been largely honest with her-
At least, compared to the Eel people.

So, yeah, I hope she keeps him a secret from the others, I hope the guy that kissed her truly suffers for his actions, and I hope Erika somehow either escapes with Ashkore-or is finally thought of as an equal by the guys and Miiko.

What are your opinions on this?

anonymous asked:

I'm really worried about my job interview next week. I just learned that it's going to be in front of a panel of 4 people and because I suffer from anxiety and panic attacks I'm concerned about my stress levels. Does anyone have any tips or suggestions on what I can do to stop myself freaking out? I really need this job!

I am also going through an interview process for a job right now, and I too deal with anxiety, so here are a few tips that work for me!

- Have all your ducks in a row: Bring a copy of your resume that will just be for you. Make notes about relevant past job experience that may be good to mention when you are sharing your background. The more homework you do before heading in, the more comfortable you will be. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with having a notepad or paper!

- Breath: Don’t be afraid to take a breath before, after or while you are responding. No need to cause yourself more anxiety by suddenly feeling like you are suffocating. And making yourself breathe also forces you to slow down.

- Smile: Make yourself smile. Not a huge “:D” but visualize what it would be like to work with these people and get the job you want. Be pleasantly professional, and let them know you would be really happy to be accepted.

- Interview questions aren’t always about telling the truth: Let me explain. In many situations, an interviewer is less concerned with the facts of something that happened so much as that you are able to answer the question. If you’re asked about a time that you did something well/handled a bad situation/worked on something above and beyond, don’t get hung up on the nitpicky details. They want to know that you can recognize a situation and handle it. They aren’t going to go back and fact-check what you say.

- Have fun!: I promise that’s not supposed to sound trite. I understand that job interviews are hard and that there can be a lot of pressure to do well. But at the same time, if you approach it like it’s something you want to do and that you are genuinely interested in building ties with these people, visualize it less like you’re being judged and more like you’re being given an opportunity to try something new. 

Don’t forget to show up a few minutes early, dress well and have a good breakfast beforehand! I’m rooting for you, Anon-san!

- Paper

BTS / Bangtan Boys
Pairing: Jung Hoseok (J-Hope) / Min Yoongi (Suga) - Yoonseok
Rating: G
Length: 2200 something words
Keywords: Fluff, Friends to lovers, College AU, Roommates AU, Video games
Crossposted on AO3  

Prompt (by @bbyhobie) : Person A & B are roommates that love playing video games. As a joke, their friends get them The Sims. They make a family with all their friends and they get married ironically—but then they get super into it.

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Shut up, Make Me

“Eren, this is the last time that I’m going to warn you about talking during my lecture. If it happens again, I’m going to have to call your mother.”

“Yes, sir.” Eren grumbled.

Levi snickered from behind Eren and tapped the end of his pencil to his bottom lip, drawing the brunette’s attention to the deluctable piece of flesh. “Wouldn’t want daddy getting angry at you now do you, Jaeger?”

Eren shot him a glare. “Leave me alone, Levi.”

Levi raised his eyebrow and eyed Eren’s crotch. “Are you sure about that?”

Eren felt a blush coming and quickly turned around in his seat. He huffed as he propped his chin into his palm and mentally cursed at the world.

This is why he hated Civics class.

“Now, as I was saying, the government is made up of…”

Eren rolled his eyes and picked up his pencil. He had already read the second chapter last night, so what was the point in listening when he already knew the fundamentals of the federalists?

Zoning out Mr. Smiths voice, Eren found himself in his own world; a world in which didn’t contain a particular raven head with silver beaded eyes and a reputation that could kill.

Levi Ackerman.

He was known for being an unpredicting and violent person at Trost. Yeah, he may have also built up a reputation for being a man whore, but it’s not like anyone really cared. As long as they got fucked in the end, then there were happy endings for everyone.

And all Eren wanted was to be left alone from said man. It was like Levi was trampling him with invitations to get fucked in any position, at any time, and at any place, every day since junior year. It was getting annoying, and it was getting annoying pretty fast. Well, at least it was annoying in some VERY distracting ways.

When the bell went off to signal the end of third period and the beginning of first lunch, Eren gathered his things and sauntered out of the classroom.

He could feel a pair of eyes digging into the back of his head, but that was the least of his worries. What was more important at the moment was filling up his empty stomach. He made the terrible mistake to skip out on breakfast this morning, which in turn, made him totally regret doing it in the first place with how his stomach was growling out in protest.

Swiftly maneuvering through the crowds in the hallway, he made his way to his locker and went to unlocking the damn thing. He swore the piece of shit hated him.

“Want some help with that, Jaeger?”

Eren rolled his eyes. “Go away, Levi.”

“Aw, does the little Jaeger want his daddy?”

“No.” Eren spat as he opened his locker and stuffed his bag in. “Why would I?” He questioned as he slammed the door and turned to face the short raven. “He’s dead anyway.”

Levi smirked and leaned forward, just far enough so that Eren could smell the faint scent of Cologne wafting from him.

And boy did that have his head swimming.

“Want one?”

Eren quirked his eyebrow up and snorted. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

Levi grinned and brushed his lips against Eren’s ear. “I’m also unbelievable in bed,” He whispered, his hot breath fanning over Eren’s skin. “I can also fuck that pretty ass of yours into the fucking oblivion.”

Eren scoffed. “I beg to differ. Someone of your height can’t possibly dominate someone like me.”

Levi cocked his eyebrow. “Oh really, Jaeger?”

Eren looked into Levi’s eyes and traveled them along his face, absorbing each and every crease before they shifted down to his parted lips. “Yeah.”

“Then fucking show me.”

Eren rolled his eyes and pushed off of the lockers. Why are short midgets so damn horny?

“Maybe next time, Levi.”

“You didn’t seem to say that when you went running after Jean yesterday a-”

Eren slapped a hand onto Levi’s mouth and glanced around him before setting his eyes on his charcoal ones. “Ever heard of shutting up?”

Levi pushed Eren’s hand away and grinned. “Make me, bitch.”

That’s it.

Eren grabbed Levi’s hand and pulled him into the boys bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him as he hoisted Levi up onto his hips and immediately went at attacking those lips. Sucking, and licking, and biting at that flesh before slipping his tongue out just far enough to lap at the blood.

Levi moaned and fished his fingers into Eren’s messy hazelnut hair, harshly tugging on the strands and causing their chests to push up against each other. Eren growled and dug his fingernails into Levi’s waist as his other hand wrapped loosely around his neck, guiding his mouth into sync with Levi’s lips as he gave a slight tilt to his chin with his thumb and index finger.

“F-fuck me…” Levi gasped out.

Eren chuckled. “Weren’t you going to be the one to fuck me?”

Levi rolled his eyes and pulled Eren back into the kiss.

“Shut up, brat.”

*I’m supposed to be doing my AP LIT homework, but I felt like writing a gay thingy sooooo yeah*

99 Prompts
  • + this was inspired highly on the lovely @sentence-fragments post “101 fluffy prompts” so, thank you <3
  • + these prompts are tailored to be written in the reader's point of view OR the character's point of view.
  • YOU AND I:
  • 001: "One day I'll sing you to sleep, and you'll wake up in love with me."
  • 002: "If only you knew who I am, maybe... maybe you'll love me like I love you."
  • 003: "We're just two poor kids, from a really rich city. Isn't that a pity?"
  • 004: "(You/I) come in, with mud on (your/my) face, holding a dozen roses. Shouldn't (I/you) be suspicious?"
  • 005: "Just please, please hold me so I won't fall apart."
  • 006: "You don't even know my name, and you're suddenly in love with me?"
  • 007: "I would appreciate it if you would stop taking my breath away whenever you walk by. I kinda need my breath."
  • 008: "You stupid, adorable idiot."
  • 009: "Can you help me with my homework? I figure since you're smart you know what you're doing."
  • 010: "You're fixing me in a way that no one else could."
  • 011: "Please don't leave me when I'm this weak. Please."
  • 012: "You're fluffy, like a pillow... or a well-written fanfic."
  • 013: "I'll make you know love again."
  • 014: "Aren't we passed 'hello'?"
  • 015: "Kiss me as if we'll never see each other again."
  • 016: "I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream."
  • 017: "You make me sane again."
  • 018: "Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you."
  • 019: "Stay with me. Please, if you'll leave me tomorrow and never come back, stay one more night."
  • 020: "Take my hand. Take my whole life, too because I can't help it that I'm madly in love with you."
  • 021: "We're such opposites, and I couldn't be more attracted to you."
  • 022: "Can you sing to me until I fall asleep?"
  • 023: "I'm tired of being alone. Don't let me go."
  • 024: "You're just jealous because you're the little spoon."
  • 025: "You're cute when you're pouty and jealous."
  • 026: "She doesn't deserve you. That should be me."
  • 027: "You're sitting there, oblivious at the bar, when (she's/he's) sleeping around and you're just letting this all happen?!"
  • 028: "Number one: stop feeling sorry for yourself and get out of that loveless relationship."
  • 029: "I never meant to get attached. Now that I am, I'm trapped."
  • 030: "Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?"
  • 031: "(He/She) won't love you like I would."
  • 032: "(He's/She's) an idiot for letting someone like you go."
  • 033: "I have loved you since we were fifteen. You just never noticed."
  • 034: "While you were chasing her, you were oblivious that I was struggling to get your attention."
  • 035: "It's like you casted a spell on me. And from the start, I was hooked."
  • 036: "The thought of you with (her/him) makes me want to vomit, just saying."
  • 037: "If you want to keep me then you better treat me like a damn princess."
  • 038: "This superficial love shit got me going crazy."
  • 039: "If you like (her/him), go for it. Just stop stringing me along."
  • 040: "You're such an idiot, you've been chasing for the right person when I've been standing here all along."
  • 041: "I think I know (he/she) doesn't love me. That's why I mess around."
  • 042: "I don't want to marry someone who broke me on the inside."
  • 043: "I keep falling for your fool's gold."
  • 044: "I thought it was supposed to be you. That you'd be the one to save me."
  • 045: "You're not the person who gets to be in my happily ever after."
  • 046: "It's sad because I still love you even though you're with (her/him)."
  • 047: "I'm not your side piece. If anything, you're my side piece."
  • 048: "After all these years of not apologizing, you're on your knees begging for my help? After all you did?"
  • 049: "And if one day, you wake up and realize you want to be with me again, you better be ready to slay a dragon to win me back."
  • 050: "I trusted you and you abused that trust. That's not right. You can't waltz in here and think everything is okay."
  • 051: "I had a few drinks now and the only thing on my mind is you. It's always you."
  • 052: "I'm not the same (girl/boy) you left broken-hearted two years ago."
  • 053: "You don't get the glory of seeing me cry."
  • 054: "People may call you a hero, but you're a villain in my eyes."
  • 055: "Sorry, I'm all out of love."
  • 056: "You were the best drug my heart got addicted to."
  • 057: "You left me and went on to become bigger and better."
  • 058: "You saved me from death, and now you want to kill me? You had your chance."
  • 059: "No one came when I was about to die. You left me to die."
  • 060: "I am so done, trying to be your number one."
  • 061: "Every little thing you do pisses me off and it makes me mad because it makes me love you more."
  • 062: "You had no trouble tearing me apart and poking holes in my heart."
  • 063: "You accused me of murder and now you want to go out for dinner?!"
  • 064: "No! Stop feeling sorry for yourself again!"
  • 065: "I'm not the damsel in distress anymore! I. Don't. Need. You."
  • 066: "Don't pretend you're sorry. I know you're not."
  • 067: "You stop being sorry three years ago. Stop saying you're sorry."
  • 068: "You. Don't. Own. Me. You never did, never will. People can't own people."
  • 069: "There is not a single bone of humanity in you. You've turned to the monster I feared you were gonna become."
  • 070: "You're terrible. And to think I actually fell in love with you at one point."
  • 071: "You sicken me, you pathetic low life. Stop stalking me and trying to save me."
  • 072: "I can save myself, thank you very much for your unnecessary and unwanted help."
  • 073: "I don't need you to be happy. I never needed you."
  • 074: "So... you're actually undercover pretending to be a high school (girl/boy)?"
  • 075: "(You/I) just saved (me/you) from a burning fire and now you're asking me out?"
  • 076: "Why are my clothes on fire? Why aren't your clothes on fire?"
  • 077: "What crawled in your pants and made you a fuck(boy/girl)?"
  • 078: "You're sick? I'll be over with lemonade in five."
  • 079: "Stop hiding in the bathtub and eating pizza."
  • 080: "So my dog is a robot that you've been using to spy on me?"
  • 081: "Explain to me why you are covered in marshmallow fluff and Nutella."
  • 082: "Don't tell me you're filling up water balloons with hot tea again and throwing them at your enemies."
  • 083: "(You're/ I'm) (my/your) little sister, so naturally a cold-crazed psychopath man is gonna want to make (you/me) his bride."
  • 084: "Did you just ride on a horse all the way to my house to ask me out?"
  • 085: "Why the hell did you just kick me in the (boob/nuts)?"
  • 086: "You're like a little, shiny potato chip."
  • 087: "Can I dance spontaneously in the rain now?"
  • 088: "Stop using my tooth brush to brush your hair."
  • 089: "What song do you want me to play while you throw up?"
  • 090: "You smell like burps and giggles."
  • 091: "Can you stop rubbing butter over yourself for a minute and listen to me?"
  • 092: "Stop running around the place screaming that you want to be Blue Ivy. We're at a grocery store."
  • 093: "Can you stop hitting me in the butt with a water bottle?"
  • 094: "So you called me over because you poured hot sauce in your hair?"
  • 095: "Am I the first person to tell you that you cannot rap? Because if I am, I'm surprised."
  • 096: "I don't want to know why you're dressed as a banana."
  • 097: "Please don't tell me I just fell into dog poop."
  • 098: "I'm calling you Captain Savage Worm."
  • 099: "You're just an adorable kitten in a way too tight jumpsuit."

anonymous asked:

Hello. I just got my marks of the last final and I failed which is a surprise because I thought the exam went well, now I have to retake the final exam and I have other three exams to retake. I am done, I have two weeks and I don't know if I can organize everything and if I am able to do it. I feel worthless. Do you have tips about how to recover about bad marks and begin again?

The biggest part of recovering from bad marks is to accept your results.

This past fall semester for me was the worst semester of my entire academic career. I had to drop classes because I couldn’t handle the workload with my poorly managed BPD (and, tbh, I was taking 5 technical classes… bad idea). And I ended up with pretty much all Cs. I went through a lot mentally during that time. Every day I questioned my ability to be a physics major. My self-worth. I had never failed any exams until that semester, and at that point, I was failing almost all of them. It was rough on my psychology.

Thankfully, I had a friend like @rudescience to support me emotionally. To ground me in reality. Because, sure, going from a >3.5 overall GPA to a <3.0 semester GPA was a harsh change. But it happens. It’s not a big deal. Even if I had ended up completely failing those classes, it would not have ended my college career. Because you can always try again. Failing is part of learning. I may not have successfully learned all the material I was supposed to from those classes I took, but I learned a lot about myself.

So I took what I learned about myself, broke it down, and tried again.

This past spring semester I had one of my best semesters ever. I got an A in Modern Physics and research, and an A- in pretty much everything else. It was still a difficult semester. But I learned so much from all the breakdowns and failures I had last semester that I was better able to cope.

I think you can do the same. Sit down and honestly evaluate your entire situation this past semester. How did you study? What academic and life habits did you have? What did you do right? What did you do wrong? How did you cope (or not)? Write it all down. All of it. Be detailed. Explain it all. Just get it out. (It’s therapeutic anyway.) You don’t have to share with anyone, though you can blog about it if you’re comfortable. Then come up with a plan for how you will tackle those similar difficulties in the future semesters.

It’s best to be concrete when you’re planning the next step. Because if you’re too vague you probably won’t make any progress. So don’t just say, “I’ll study harder.” Say something like, “I’ll study at least 15 minutes per day after class at this time in this place.” (Start small and build from there.) It’s also helpful to make “if this then that” statements. For example, “If my professor posts a new homework, then I’ll skim it immediately so I can better make a plan for when to get it done.” or, “If I get a question wrong while practicing, then I’ll go back and write out the sequence of steps so I can better understand the process.” There are a lot of different ways you can plan this out, really. So don’t limit yourself to my suggestions here.

Let yourself recover emotionally. Make a plan. Adapt your plan when needed. And do your best to follow it. You can do it.

Good luck!


* Hamilsquad x Reader
* Modern
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: Can you do an angst story in modern time where the reader lives with the squad and Aaron. John is in the military and he dies and the reader is having a hard time coping for a long time and the squad helps out.

A/N: I’m so sorry…this got sad. And kinda strayed from the request. You wanted angst, I supplied…

Word Count: 2,433


You knew that living with your friends would be crazy, but you wouldn’t change a thing. Alexander would stay up into odd hours of the morning, his dark hair becoming more and more unkempt as the hours drug on. If he was in the mood, he’d start an argument with Aaron Burr.

Aaron was the quietest of your friends. You’d search him out if you wanted some peace and quiet but still some company. He could usually be found taping away on some law case or reading.

You never knew what to expect from Lafayette. He immigrated to America a few years prior. His loud nature allowed him to easily blend with your friends. He would slip back and forth between English and French quickly, sometimes forgetting that besides Alexander, none of you knew French.

Hercules was another loud house mate of yours. He was also a skilled tailor. The only time he was ever quiet was if he was working on a tailoring job. He was meticulous in his work. The shop he owned was founded by his first family members to come to America; naturally he wanted to uphold his family’s legacy.

John Laurens was your last roomie. He could be just as loud as the others, sometimes he was the one to start the noise. John was studying law at his father’s request (though it was more like a command) but he loved science. More specifically, marine biology. He also loved to draw. His desk was cluttered with half finished sketches on multiple pieces of scrap paper. You knew in the bottom drawer there were a few sketchbooks, most of them completely full.

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Occam’s Gift Horse (DC TV)

Title: Occam’s Gift Horse
Fandom: DC TV
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2309
Characters: Mick, Len, Lisa
Summary: Inspired by this post. Len and Lisa are not very good at receiving gifts.

Mick hadn’t gotten more than five feet into the safehouse before Len, going the other way, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out without missing a step. Flummoxed, Mick asked, “What’s going on?”

“Place’s been compromised.”

Tension gripped at Mick’s back, instantly alert for anything out of place. He hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary but if there was one thing he was willing to trust over his own instincts it was Len’s. “We bailing completely?” Wouldn’t be a total loss. They’d learned pretty quickly not to get attached to things in case of situations like this.

“Not sure. Maybe,” Len said shortly, dropping Mick’s arm once they were out in a crowd.

Half an hour of meandering, doubling back and ducking in and out of buildings later, Mick finally asked, “What tipped you off?”

“There was a gun on the table.”


“Derringer. Mother-of-pearl grip, engraved barrel. Darbynians must’ve tracked us.”

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here’s the thing

my mother was beaten as a child. beaten. she would tell me stories of how she had to get a switch. how they would strip her down to no clothes and then beat her. how she would get beaten in front of her friends and how embarrassing that was. how she would get beaten for things that kids do; like make a mess or make a mistake or mess up on homework. she was beaten if she fell asleep in church. she was beaten if she slept in too much. she was beaten if she talked back. and she was beaten if she didn’t speak up.

my mom grew up and went to college and got her masters and became a social worker. and that’s when she realized that she wasn’t disciplined; she was abused.

growing up, i was a handful. my mom had to raise me, a kid with a smart mouth and a bad attitude. but she never beat me. she found other ways to discipline me. and you know what happened? eventually i came to my own understanding that i needed to cut the bullshit out because i loved my mom too much to cause her stress. as soon as i was old enough to see that my actions were causing my mom stress, i cut it out. from then on, i did well in school because i wanted to make her proud. i did my chores because i wanted her respect. i did what i was supposed to do because my mom loved me so so so much, i could not be an asshole to a person that gave me so much love

and that’s the difference. her parents wanted her to behave out of fear. and my mom wanted me to behave out of love and mutual respect.

that’s important to me. and yeah, obviously having my mom raised how she was and then her decisions how to raise me have created a bias. but we are all biased by the way our parents raised us.

and i know how i want to raise my kids. like my mom did.