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the no bullshit guide to getting your shit together: for the lazy student

Let’s be honest: time management and organization? They’re really hard. Sure, at first you might feel like you’ve gotten the hang of them, that you’re in control of your life. But how often have you fallen off the wagon? Procrastinated on one thing and the next moment, you’re behind in all your classes? I know that sometimes laziness feels like a part of who you are, but honestly, fuck that. Do you really want to give up your success for the disinterest of a moment?

If your answer is no (it better be no, or you really need to get your priorities straight), let’s get to it. 

STEP ONE: BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF

“This class doesn’t even matter.” “I don’t care about my grades.” “I can finish this the day before.” Sound familiar? You might feel great now, but when you’re staring down at your report card later, it’ll feel like you just got punched. 

This is a cliche, but the greatest obstacle to your success is yourself - especially the lies you tell yourself! Sit yourself down and be honest about what you need to improve on. Be as blunt as you can, but for god’s sake, don’t throw yourself a pity party! There’s no use agonizing over what you can’t change. Instead, set realistic, achievable goals, and make a game plan. Struggling with math? Go to extra help. Behind in all your classes? Stay in for a couple nights and actually work. 

STEP TWO: STOP WITH THE FANCY SHIT

Now you know what your goals are, but maybe you want some inspiration, so you log on to tumblr and are instantly bombarded by all these beautiful, well lit shots of the most gorgeous bullet journals, planners, and notes. Impressive, right? Well, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: they’re all useless! A simple phone planner works just as well, if not better, than a fancy agenda, because you’ll always have it on you, it’s not a hassle to carry around, and you don’t feel obligated to make it look pretty. 

Riddle me this, where are you going to find all this extra motivation to keep prettying up your bullet journal? To write all your notes in perfect, colour coded printing? There aren’t many times in life where taking the easy was out will actually benefit you, so take advantage! Stop wasting your time; get a phone planner and write your notes in your natural goddamn handwriting. 

STEP THREE: CLEAN YOUR ROOM

Yep, your entire room - not just your study space! This one can be put on the back burner for a bit if you’re on a really pressing deadline, but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m notoriously messy, and if I don’t watch myself, I’d find myself in dirty-laundry-and-old-notes hell. A little bit of organized chaos is fine, I even encourage it! But try working when your desk is covered in mounds of paper and you have nowhere to put your laptop – it’s just not conducive to success. 

Keeping your entire room clean is a way to stave off stress, frustration, and even embarrassment, because nobody wants to show potential roommates how much of a mess they are. 

STEP FOUR: ACTUALLY WORK

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: “actually work? Who does this girl think she is?” I’d probably think the same thing, except I’ve learned the valuable lesson of sucking it the hell up, and you will too. When you get home from work, grab a snack and work. When you have a free period, figure out what’s due and work. Stop reasoning yourself out of work: you’re not going to finish this later, and that will be on the test. There’s really not much to say about this one, because it’s the step that requires the most raw effort, and you’re really only going to find that within yourself. Tell yourself what’s at stake, and realize that, by setting the standard for your mediocrity now, you’re potentially trapping yourself in a cycle that will last for years. 

STEP FIVE: CUT YOURSELF SOME SLACK

Maybe you’ve been on top of your shit for a day, a week, or even a month, and that’s really great. But then… you fail. You miss a deadline or you bomb a test. So what do you do now? Do you allow yourself to fall back into your old habits? Fuck no! Everyone fails, even that studyblr with those perfect bullet journal photos and a perpetually clean study space. I’m going to tell you something that’ll sound really strange: you should value your failures, especially if you worked hard to avoid them. What?! Be HAPPY about failing when I actually TRIED? Yeah, you heard me right. If you don’t know how to handle failure, then when you inevitably experience it, your reaction will be much worse. 

Failing hurts, and boy, I know how embarrassing it can be. But learning how to deal with failure, and especially how to keep trying after it happens, is an invaluable lesson. 

STEP SIX: TREAT. YO. SELF.

Disclaimer: I’m not suggesting you treat yourself after the most basic of tasks, because please. Treat yourself when you know you goddamn well deserve it. Remember that “all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” If all you do is study and do your homework, then, pardon my french, your life sucks. If you don’t have friends, play a video game! Eat an entire jumbo chocolate bar! Indulge in whatever the fuck you want, you deserve it. I’m someone that has trouble prioritizing future benefits over immediate gratification, so by allowing myself little pleasures, I save myself from crashing and burning. 

Hope these tips helped, but remember to take them with a grain of salt - you’re you and I’m me, and different things work for different people. Good luck!

anonymous asked:

I need the story of the Underground Shakespearian Ring

Okay, so the school I went to for 9th grade had this really bizarre grading setup that I still don’t understand- for some reason, instead of the teachers writing up and grading tests and exams and the like, all the work was sent to an unknown third party for them to grade??? It made no sense.

Now, for the most part, the school had decent teachers, and they would just teach the curriculum correctly and then you wouldn’t run into problems with the grading. My English teacher was not one of those teachers.

So like, she hated me pretty early on- she was my homeroom teacher and thought it was disrespectful that I slept in homeroom in the mornings (I was on sleeping pills and they never wore off completely until around 10am), I never had the vocab homework in on time (someone kept breaking into my locker and stealing my vocab books I had to buy a new one like five times), she thought it was “inherently pessimistic and stuck up” when she caught me reading a book called ‘Ninth Grade Slays’ (it was about vampires, not her?), and during our Greek Mythology unit I kept correcting her about the name pronunciations of the gods (she pronounced Hephaestus as Hepatitis one time holy shit). 

Anyway, her feelings on me aside, her teaching skills were shoddy at best. But I had had way worse teachers, so had the rest of the class, and Greek myths are pretty straight-up in what’s going on, so no one really had trouble with the third-party tests.

Then we get to the Romeo and Juliet unit.

Now, fun fact: Shakespeare has always come pretty easily to me. Like, to the point where I sometimes forget/fail to understand that other people have an incredibly hard time translating his works. (I told this whole story to my friends in the school I went to for 10th/11th/12th grade and when the drama department put on ‘Midsummers Night Dream’ one year, more than half the cast tried to get me to translate their scripts and monologues for them lmao).

So, anyway, I’m just a girl, reading Romeo and Juliet and digging how it’s going…and then the teacher starts ‘translating’ it.

Um.

I cannot sift through all the bullshit this woman was spewing, but let’s just say that my favorite part is during Romeo’s spew about Rosaline, there’s one part where he says something like ‘with cupid’s arrow/she hath diane’s will’, and the teacher was taking this to mean Rosaline was a Super Lesbian who was breaking the law or something and running away with her lover Diane, which would be a rad storyline, sure, but like…I’m just raising my hand like “Um Ma’am, Diana is the Roman goddess of chastity. What Romeo meant is that she told him she’s sworn off love and is probably becoming a nun?” and this woman just got. So angry. Like, excuse me, you are a student, you’re here to learn, so you clearly don’t know anything about this (I read Romeo and Juliet for the first time in like preschool whoops). Anyway, she continues on making up her own plot to the play, and I…well I was basically Hermione Fucking Granger at this point I couldn’t just sit there and listen to someone be this wrong about something omfg??? She just got angrier and angrier and stopped calling on me after a while.

So for a couple lessons I’m just left to seethe quietly, but one day after class this girl I knew since grade school came up to me and was like “Could you…? Tell me what the hell we’re supposed to be learning?” and I didn’t even like her but I liked the validation of being someone’s Chosen Teacher so I wrote out a summary for her of everything we had covered so far so she could actually write a comprehendible essay for our homework that night.

But THEN the during the class when we got our essays back, she made a HUGE DEAL, like ‘oh Molly, it wasn’t bad enough that you’ve been failing this course material, now you have to drag your friends into it by trying to re-write the play?’ (l m a o). Like this bitch had literally tried to fight me on ‘Paris is the guy Juliet’s father wants her to marry’ and she didn’t even put a grade on my essay where I said the play only ended in tragedy because of how young and naïve the kids were, that if they had taken a breather and thought things through it probably would’ve been fine (it was a damn good essay and I stand by it). But anyway, she’s trying to make me out to my classmate’s as someone who’s trying to sabotage their education for laughs.

This backfired on her.

See, it dawned on people one by one, that she was only teaching the wrong material -> so they wouldn’t know the right material -> so when they eventually would take the exams they would only have her crazy answers -> which the third party graders wouldn’t know about -> everyone fails this course that’s like half the overall grade of the year.

Most students consider that a problem.

So suddenly the class has decided I’m the fucking Shakespeare Whisperer or something, and one by one start begging me for help. At first I was confused, because as I said, it’s so easy for me that I didn’t realize literally the entire class was lost out of their asses here. omfg. So I was really getting hassled here but I didn’t want my entire class to fail you know???? So I started meeting with people during study halls or texting them after school so they knew what was going on. And then they started telling people in this teacher’s other classes, including upperclassmen who were lost as fuck, so this was quickly spiraling out of control on my end, but overall people were really starting to understand the plays better!! So I was feeling really great.

But then, the teacher noticed that none of the homework getting handed in to her matched up with her crazy translations, and knew I was the sole person to blame (naturally). She literally tried to get me suspended over this, she went to the school’s disciplinarian!

Note: This guy, Mr. C, knew I was a God damn angel- my science class was off the charts, inappropriately awful, so every time one of our science teacher’s wanted to give the entire class detention, instead of calling Mr. C up to the class room as was the rule, they’d send me down to get him so he’d know to write up every student except for me. So when my English teacher dragged me in there he was looking her like “What on Earth could this girl have possibly done to piss you off?” 😂😂

And when she explained he looked at her for a very long moment, glanced at me with a signature ‘Office’ Reaction Face™ , turned back to her and was like “You want her suspended…for starting a study group?” and I was CHOKING.

So that really pissed her off and they started fighting and this was a very overworked and Done man so at some point he gave up and was like “I’m not suspending her but fine we can put a ban on the study group if you leave my office” omfg. So all the other students get notified and now they’re back to freaking out about the upcoming exams.

So like two days later, I’m at lunch, complaining about this to one of my friends who had a different English teacher and thus no problem, and I’m on this whole angry rant (Because I’m pissed, a bunch of kid’s grades are gonna get fucked up because of this! They just wanted to do well! I just wanted to help them!) and my friends staring at me quietly the whole time and when I finish I’m like “What?” and she’s just like “…Molly did you literally start up Dumbledore’s Army in our fucking school?” and I died on scene.

But then I started thinking about the comparison and I was like? You know fucking what? If Harry Potter can get those kids to pass their fucking DADA test I can help kids pass their fucking English Exam. Bring it the fuck on, Umbridge.

So I started Spreading The Word that anyone who needs help with their Shakespeare course can still get help, we just all need to meet up once to hash out the details. After some back and forth notes and deliberations, we ended up meeting in the school library, which was hilarious for a few reasons:

1) It was directly across the hall from this teacher’s classroom.

2) It was actually a converted janitors closet, way smaller than all the other classrooms, and there were like 50 people shoved in there; Not exactly an ideal Room of Requirement

3) The library carried no Shakespeare texts, but had the entire Harry Potter series on display to see when you first walked in

But anyway, despite the fact that we were literally three feet away from her door while we were doing this, our teacher was none the wiser of the meeting. We worked out a game plan- everyone writes out bullshit essays that align with what the teacher’s expecting. After she grades those and gives them back, they get them to me- slipping them in my locker, handing it to me discreetly in the halls or in another class, what have you. I then try to power through the dizzying amount of confusion radiating out of the teacher’s mouth and onto these papers, and more or less write out better translation of what was going on in whatever scene they covered, what the highlights they needed to know were, stuff like that, and then slip it back to them in similar discreet fashion (so the teacher/disciplinarian wouldn’t see me and get suspicious ; also because I was like 15 and wanted to feel like a super cool secret agent). They would then keep my copies and use them as study guides for the upcoming exams, where they would then answer all the questions correctly, the way the third party graders would mark correctly, and pass the exams + the bullshit essays would get them high marks in the teacher’s homework grades. The teacher never caught on to what was happening, just thought her students finally started paying attention to her.

All in all, it was a complicated mess, but it fucking worked. I don’t think anyone failed their exams that year. Will I ever be cooler? No. I think I fucking peaked when I was 15.

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Originally posted by wonhontology

Wonho x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Face riding, slight spanking, dirty talk,

Word Count: 3,035

Summary:  You’re new in the neighbourhood, and decide to be a good person and go introduce yourself to your neighbours. Turns out that was a bad idea.

A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.


Being the new girl was tough. It was tough in high school, it was tough at a new job, and it’s still tough on moving day. You had just moved downtown into a cute apartment on the 10th floor of a pretty nice building. You loved being so close to everything, and the view you had made the hassle of moving up here worth it. You were still unfamiliar with your neighbours and neighbourhood, having only moved in a week ago. You took the opportunity a rare day off gave you to walk around and explore, as well as introduce yourself (finally). Baking wasn’t your strongest skill, but you tried, and made some cookies to take to your neighbours. You were glad you had taken this chance to introduce yourself, as everyone you met seemed friendly and kind.

Until you met 10A.

10A was the guy that resided in the apartment next to yours; he was relatively quiet, so you didn’t know what to expect. You knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open it, and when he did, you regretted doing this ‘introducing-yourself-to-your-neighbours-to-be-nice’ bullshit in the first place.

He was beautiful, and he was in nothing but a towel. His milky white skin still glistening with water even in the harsh lighting of the hallway, his damp bleach blond hair that begged to be touched, wide brown eyes that made him look both cute and sexy, and plump, pouty pink lips that made you want to bite them until they bruised, his toned chest and stomach that made you want a peek under that towel, he was too much at once and you were quickly becoming a flustered mess. Your eyes travelled back up only to see him staring back at you, eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side, and a smirk plastered on his face.

“You gonna tell me what you’re here for or are you gonna just keep staring, baby?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, your earlier lust filled thoughts were shattered by the conceited remark.

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camping out for twenty one pilots: a guide

hi! i’ve camped out for six of the seven twenty one pilots shows i’ve been to (ironically the one I didn’t camp out for was the last one), totaling 160 hours spent camping. for my first time camping i was twentieth in line, and for my most recent one, in new york, i was first. being first in line, it fell to me to organize the entire line for that show, so it was a good opportunity to master the practice of lining up. i’ve camped for shows in wisconsin, ohio, new york, and even for their saturday night live performance. i don’t mean to state this in a boastful way- i’ve gotten a few asks about camping out and figured i would put this experience to good use in making a guide for it. if you want to prepare for an upcoming show, or understand the line at your past show better, give it a read. i incorporated all of my experiences, my friends’ experiences, and things i’ve seen online (through an objective scope) into this guide, because no two shows have been the same, in terms of lining up. for the most part, camping comes down to luck: luck with the venue. it’s explained in detail under the readmore.

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Hot and Cold

Here you go @prompt-master here is my interpretation of your idea.  

This can apply to anyone tag, just based on something that happened to me. But the sickie doesn’t realize their sick, they just feel like crap and blame it on exhaustion so they decide to take a bath. Because they’re so cold they turn the heat way too high without realizing until towards the end of the bath, when their heart is pounding and they can’t stop sweating.

They get out of bath and find they can’t stand up without nearly blacking out, they have to keep kneeling on their knees and even then the darkness in their vision won’t go away. They have to dress themselves and crawl to their caretaker while trying to stay conscious

I hope you enjoy it.

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When Lance woke up, he felt like there was a yupper lying on top of him, he could barely move from the aches and pains that were all over his body.  He knew that he had been going at the training deck more than normal but this was just ridiculous, he needs to get more rest before this exhaustion gets the better of him.

He shivered as he lay there on his bunk, he really needed to find the heating for his room, this was way too cold for him, he was from a quiznacking tropical island and he wasn’t built for the cold weather!  He grumbled to himself for another ten dobash’s trying to get the energy to move when a knock came at his door.  

“Lance?  You in there buddy?” Shiro called, “It’s time for breakfast.”

“I’ll be there in a tick,” Lance called back.  He winced as he swung his legs to the edge of the bed and had to sit still for a tick until his world stopped spinning.  

“Quiznack,” he muttered under his breath, “Come on McClain.  Get your butt in gear.”

Lance figured it would be easier for him to have a quick soak in his bathtub before heading to breakfast.  It wouldn’t be the first time he would be late so he wasn’t too worried about missing any of the food goo that Hunk and Coran always prepared.  

He slowly made his way into his private bathroom, his muscles screaming at him from the practice he had done late the night before, even Keith had gone to bed before Lance.

Ignoring the pounding in his head, he bent down and turned the water on all the way to the hottest setting possible.  A nice long bath would be the perfect way to get rid of these chills and relax his muscles. Mama always told him he should really have a hot bath or shower after exercising otherwise he would get muscle cramps the next day, he was never going to tell her she was right.

Once the water was high enough he turned the taps off and slowly shed his pyjamas and the chills that he had been feeling all morning rose.  He took a deep breath and stepped into the tub, yelping at the heat but knew that it would be cooler once he submerged completely.  He put his other foot in and mentally prepared himself for the sensation of being boiled alive for the next few dobash’s and lowered himself into the water.

As he lay there in the near boiling water he allowed himself to doze, only his head was sitting above the water line and he never let himself drift off too far as to let it drop underwater.  He hummed as he felt his muscles relax slightly, the tension that had been plaguing him all morning finally diminished.

Once the water started to loose it’s heat he noticed that his vision was blurred and his heart was pounding a mile a minute.  Strange, he didn’t think he had been sitting in the water long enough to feel like that but as he put his hand to his head to try and clear his sight he realised he was sweating profusely.

Ok something wasn’t right here, he shouldn’t be feeling like this after a short bath.  Lance figured he would go ask Coran if he had a cold or something and hopefully the older Altean would have something he could take.

He pressed the icon that released the water and waited for it all to disappear before attempting to stand as he didn’t trust himself with his fuzzy vision to not slip in the water and hurt himself.  He took a few calming breaths and braced himself on the edges of the tub and got to his knees, but before he could move to stand his head spun and he started to tip forwards.  Throwing a hand out to catch himself, he managed to halt his decent.

“Ok Lance, just take this one step at a time,” he muttered.  He glanced around the room to see if there was anything he could use to help himself out of the tub but nothing he saw that was within his reach was securely fitted to the walls.

He decided that the only way this was going to work is if he crawled out of the tub, so he lifted one leg over the edge and prayed that he didn’t slip now or his mama could say goodbye to any grandchildren from Lance.  

He held his breath as he shifted his weight and lifted his other leg and only released the breath when he had both legs back firmly on the freezing bathroom floor.  As he went to move he felt as if the room shifted and decided that he should probably lay down for a moment to allow this feeling of vertigo pass.  He closed his eyes as he lay there on his bathroom floor, completely starkers, and knew that if anyone came looking for him since he was most certainly late to breakfast now that they would be in for a view of Lance that not even his mama had seen in a long time.

He allowed himself to lay there, taking deep breaths as he tried to think of what had caused all this but his addled brain couldn’t come up with anything except that he wasn’t feeling well.  He could feel the vertigo passing and knew that if he didn’t move soon, it could return before he was at least clothed.  

He decided that until he could pull himself up on something solid he would have to crawl to his dresser. His arms were shaking from the chills that still racked his body and he grumbled to himself that if he didn’t get a six pack from all the work his stomach muscles were doing right now he wanted a refund.

He reached his dresser and pulled out some boxers, pants and shirt but decided that trying to put anything else on would be too much of a hassle, not matter how cold he was.

Once he was dressed, he slowly made his way down the hallway to the kitchen where the others were all eating.  He held onto the wall, his entire being threatening to topple over at any moment and he really didn’t want to crawl all the way to the others.  Keith would never let him live it down.

He took forever to walk what would normally have only taken a few dobash’s and he cringed at every step, his head pounding and vision swimming.  He looked up to see how far he had to go and almost cried out in relief as he saw the kitchen’s door right in front of him.  Now he just had to cross the hallway without falling over and he would be ok.

He braced his back against the wall and after a few breaths pushed himself off with as much force as he could, counting on the momentum to carry him the couple of steps to the opposite wall.  He hit it with a thud and his head and shoulder hit the solid metal wall with surprising strength considering how ill he felt.  All that training must be finally paying off.

He shook his head out of habit only to groan as the motion made everything worse.  He only had three steps to go and dragged himself along the wall and hit the pad that lit up to allow the loud chatter of his teammates enjoying their breakfast.

“What took you so long?” Pidge asked from where she sat curled up on the bench eating her bowl of food goo, not even bothering to glance in Lance’s direction.

“Lance?” Keith asked as he looked up from where he was sitting at the table, “You ok?”

“I don’t feel too good,” Lance managed to say before his entire world spun and the floor rose to meet him.

“LANCE!”

“He has a high temperature.” The voice was distorted but Lance recognised it as Shiro’s, the black paladin seemed worried, which mind you wasn’t out of the ordinary in Lance’s humble opinion, but something in his tone seemed off.

“What can we do to bring it down?” Since when did Pidge not know what to do?  Lance made a mental note to tease her about this later.

“No, a hot bath when he has a fever like this will only make it worse.  We need to bring his temp down slowly otherwise it will put his body into shock.”  That was Hunk, good old Hunk, Lance smiled, his buddy would know what was wrong with whoever was sick.

Come to think of it, where was Lance?  He frowned, he remembered waking up and Shiro calling out to him, taking a bath, collapsing on the floor and somehow making his way to the kitchen but everything after that is a blur.  He tried to look around him but all he could see was black, he realised that his eyes were closed, he just had to open them and he would be able to see where he was. Wherever he was, it was cold, so quiznacking cold.

Lance made a whining noise as he managed to crack open his eyes, only to shut them again as the brightness in the room blinded him instantly.  

“Lance?” Shiro’s voice came through slightly less distorted than before but still not as clear as Lance had remembered it.

“Shiro?  What?” he managed to whisper before he was racked with a full body shiver, “Cold.”

“I know buddy,” Shiro said softly, “We are trying to get your temperature under control.  So bear with us ok?”

Lance could feel someone’s hand touching his forehead and leant into it, “Warm.”

“Lance?” This time it was Coran’s voice, “How long have you been like this?”

Lance frowned, how long had it been?  “Since, Shiro woke me up this morning?” he said still unsure.  He could hear the others talking amongst themselves but couldn’t make out any of the words.  He decided that whatever they were talking about wasn’t to do with him, his entire body was screaming at him to sleep.  If he slept then he would be better right?  “Tired,” he mumbled as he tried to move to get more comfortable on whatever he was laying on.

“Rest now,” Hunk said as Lance felt his calming presence move up near his head, “We will get you back into prime Lance form again in no time, ok?”

Lance didn’t even have the energy left to answer his best friend but he trusted Hunk would know he was grateful.  He just let the blackness take him again as he fell into its warm embrace.  He was safe in his friends hands, they were his family after all.

Painfully Average Pt. 1 (Mingyu)

Pairing: Mingyu x You

Genre: Fluff, Angst (?)

Synopsis: When you have two painfully conventionally beautiful best friends. It makes you look painfully average. Would your heartbreakingly gorgeous crush notice you when you’re this average?

Authors note: I don’t own anything but the plot (BUT I WOULD OWN MINGYU IN AN ATTOSECOND IF I COULD) the picture also doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to INSOMNIA. YOU, MY BEAUTIFUL READER, IS THE OPTIMUM OF BEAUTY AND DONT LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE. I haven’t edited it yet. The story was supposed to be the point of “I or mine” but decided to do it as you halfway so there might be a few mistakes.


When you have two gorgeous best friends it’s hard to believe you’re on their level. It’s like that movie, the DUFF, I guess it seems like you’re the designated ugly fat friend. Yaerin and Yua are twins who are were conventional beauties the long hair, big eyes, slender and tall figures. Basically, they look like dolls and here you are left to feel painfully average. 

To make matters worse it’s like your school, is the congregation of all the good looking and pretty people. It’s like everyone’s ready to pop out from a manga or have a photo shoot in a magazine. You’re pretty sure some of them already have. 

To make matters even sadder your crush is the one and only Kim Mingyu. Unlike some other girls, you’ve known Mingyu since kindergarten, knowing him even longer than Yaerin and Yua but you’re pretty damn sure he doesn’t know you exist or the fact that he’s your neighbor and that his room is in front of yours. 

You guess you’re an average girl appearance wise, thankfully you do a good job academically always in the top 3 of the school. You knew that the school dance was coming and that it’s in 3 months, you’re pretty sure no one besides the teachers and Yaerin and Yua knows of your existence in school. 


You get to school early, going straight to your locker and grabbing the books you needed for the day. Checking the time and seeing that it’s only 7:00 meaning you have an hour and 30 minutes before class starts. Walking back towards class was a pain if you arrived 30 minutes before, the halls would be filled with girls screaming their heads off as they watch the boys comes in. It’s a pretty hilarious sight but a really big hassle so you opt to wake up and arrive early. Besides, you can just sleep before class starts. 

Going back to your seat after arranging your books, you take your routine one hour nap. When you woke up though there was a surprise, a carton of strawberry milk and custard bun were on the table. It surprised you but you figured Yua or Yaerin came in and left it there. You were just going to ask them about it later because they weren’t in the same class as you.

Smiling to yourself and happily indulging in your strawberry milk and custard bun. You were pretty happy that they left it there for you since you didn’t get to eat breakfast today since the fridge was empty and you forgot to go grocery shopping. Your mom and dad weren’t around often cause they were always on business trips but they loved you and always made sure to call send you money so that you wouldn’t starve yourself to death.

The class was boring as always the only thing that made it better was sneaking peeks at Mingyu while your teacher lectured the class on the importance of knowing something along the lines of biology. He was there as perfect as ever, with his perfect hair and face. He was honestly one of the reasons you came to school. Your little viewing session had to come to an end when the bell rang signaling lunch time.

You happily greeted Yua and Yaerin as you sat down with your tray of food. You thanked them for leaving the milk and bread while explaining to them that you forgot to go grocery shopping again. You were surprised when you looked up them to find them staring at you like they had no idea what you were talking about.

“What milk and bread? We were late today. We texted you…” was what Yua said. Okay, so this was surprising since this has NEVER happened to you before.

“Well, if it wasn’t you or yaerin then who?” was your reply to them. As soon as you said that Yaerin and Yua let out an excited scream. “OH MAH GOSH MY CHILD HAS A SECRET ADMIRER!!!!” was what Yaerin said as she and Yua proceeded to squish the living daylights out of you with a nearly bone-crushing hug.

Little did you know a few tables away there was someone smiling to himself as he whispered “I’m glad that made you happy”

Bad Night - Installment 1

This is an AU with a different timeline. Veronica and Betty are best friends with Veronica dating Archie after Betty was the one to confess she never had feelings for Archie beyond friendship. Jughead just recently reestablished his friendship with Archie and is receiving the full Archie Andrews treatment. Jughead’s dad isn’t in jail because in this universe, Cheryl Blossom’s brother wasn’t murdered but he did run away.


​Authors Note:

​Jughead and Betty’s relationship in Riverdale made me weep with joy and I wanted to experiment with a new situation. This is the first installment and I hope you all like it!

The night was crisp and cloudy and smelt of dead leaves. One of Riverdale’s only bars was packed and dirty, reeking of beer and regret. It wasn’t helpful that I was standing in solitude, holding a pitcher, while waiting for Archie to return from the bathroom. As people pushed up against me, I’d shift violently to my right and then to my left, beer spilling out from the top of the container. I didn’t normally drink, in fact, before this night, I’d never been drunk, but endless prodding from an overly excited Archie Andrews convinced me otherwise. I felt it in my head; the sweet sensation of euphoria that was the continuous death of my brain cells as I took another sip of beer from the plastic cup in my other hand. I liked it, and that worried me.


​“See any potential?” I was nudged from the back, a little too forcefully that I had to put a foot forward to stop myself from falling.


​“Ey’, took you long enough! What the hell? Did you jerk off in there too?” I shoved him back, laughing as he stumbled.


​“Awe, shut it.” He laughed and regained his balance. He started to look around. “Seriously. Anything?” His words blended in to one another, making it hard for an alcohol soaked mind to tell when one word ended and another began.


​“I don’t know. Should you be this watchful of other women? What would Veronica think?” I eyed him, trying to gage how far gone he was.


​ “Veronica is out of town with her mother and I am here as YOUR wingman. This isn’t for me, Juggy. Tonight is all about you.” He poked me on the shoulder and I shook my head, grinning. I may have been tipsy but I didn’t have as much courage as Archie was expecting me to. Had I known that reestablishing a friendship meant reestablishing my social life as well, I might have reconsidered.


​ “Here, its your turn to hold this.” I shoved the pitcher into his chest and he grabbed it, some beer trickling down his shirt. He was too drunk to notice and now the pitcher was half empty. He managed to find a cup and transferred the beer to its new container, taking a huge gulp. After watching him for some time, I resolved to only holding my drink for the rest of the night. I was feeling pretty good but messy drunk just wasn’t appealing to me.


​ “Hey, Archie!” I immediately recognized the voice coming from behind me and rolled my eyes, groaning. Shit.


​“Oh! Hey, Reggie!” Archie made double guns with his hands and walked past me towards the voice. I could hear the slapping of a bro hug and I didn’t dare turn around. Then my beanie was yanked off my head.


​ “What’s up, freak?” Reggie’s demanding voice boomed behind me and I sighed, turning around to face him. Great. The whole football team’s here too.


​“Hey, Reg.” I always knew what Reggie was about. I understood his intentions and was more than aware of the status of our relationship. Archie, on the other hand, with a hopeful heart of gold, only saw the best in people, even when it wasn’t there.


​“You know, you should really try life without this stupid hat. Maybe you’d actually get lucky for once.” Reggie held my beanie up in the air, as if he was expecting me to jump for it like a dog.


​ “That’s what I tell him, but he doesn’t listen to me.” Archie, again with the damn heart of gold. He’d understood Reggie’s comment to be a real friendly gift of advice, but I knew better. As oblivious as he was, he’d unintentionally saved me a hassle by grabbing my beanie out of Reggie’s hand and giving it back to me. “But he’s attached, and I couldn’t imagine Jughead without his signature beanie.”


​ “Thanks, Arch.” I took my beanie back and desperately placed it back on my head. It felt weird not having it on.


​“Alright, losers. Well, I’ll catch you later, Archie.” Reggie smacked Archie on the back, some weird male social indication of a friendly goodbye. To be expected, he didn’t even look my way as he left, his pack of steroid goons following him.


​“JUGHEAD.” Archie grabbed my shoulders and started violently shaking me, to which I instantly grew wide-eyed and yelled back at him.


​ “WHAT?!” I’d always loved Archie’s enthusiasm but sometimes when he got a little too excited, he was overbearing.


​“C’mon. You must see SOMEONE interesting.”


​“Look, Arch. My goal here isn’t –“ And that’s when she walked in. Betty Cooper, linked at the arms with Cheryl Blossom. Betty was the type of girl to care for someone who spat in her face, being why I wasn’t all too surprised to see her attending to Cheryl, despite their previous altercations I’d been witness to. Cheryl had been having a tough week, which wasn’t uncommon for her as she was pretty dramatic about every piece of information that came her way.


​“Jughead?” Archie waved a hand in front of my face. I realized I’d frozen mid sentence and probably looked crazy just staring into the distance.


​“Yeah.” I mumbled a response and Archie followed my line of sight to see what I was looking at. I’d never really spoke to Betty, just heard her and Archie in passing conversation, but every time I saw her my heart ached. I wouldn’t know what to call my feelings towards her because I didn’t understand them myself; all I knew was that the heart ache felt good.


​ She’d walked up to the bar, Cheryl trailing behind her like a whimpering puppy, probably manipulating Betty into doing her bidding. She ordered them drinks and they chatted, waiting for their beverages to arrive. I wondered what they could be talking about. I couldn’t imagine their conversations to be deep considering they had nothing in common.


​ “It’s Betty!” Archie found what I spied and was about to call her over. My heart started pumping faster to the point of discomfort but it wasn’t because of hers and mines potential conversation. My heart started pumping faster because Betty caught someone else’s eye as well, and that someone else was advancing towards her like a brute hunting prey. Reggie’s body language dripped with mal intent and I clenched my fists, filling with rage.

can’t see what’s right in front of you

a Daphne/Velma fic for the mistaken identity section of my femtropebingo, also here on ao3

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At some point Velma wondered if perhaps she should get contacts as having her glasses seemed to be nothing but trouble.

They were always smudged and in the job of monster hunting it was never helpful.

Also she tended to lose them at the most inconvenient times.

“Here Velma,” The blurr that she only knows is Daphne because of her voice and the splashes of purple she can make out said, and then her glasses were lightly settled back on her face and she blinked and the sudden restoration of her vision.

Even in the dark she make out Daphne’s amused smile, “Lost them again?”

“It’s a curse.” Velma sighed and readjusted them slightly, “Thanks.”

“Maybe that’s the real mystery we should be looking into.” Daphne teased and at the reminder of their mystery at hand Velma straightened up.

“Speaking of mysteries, I think I found a clue.” She looked around the room they were, trying to recount where she had been before she’d tripped and lost her glasses.

“You were over here.” Daphne offered, reaching out to take Velma’s hand and walking her to the corner of the room that is starting to look familiar.

Another time she might wonder about the warmth of Daphne’s hand in hers and wish it wasn’t so dark so she could actually see Daphne properly but there’s a mystery to be solved so Velma puts it from her mind and focuses on where she needs to be.

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soulmates see color (IzuMito)

Happy late birthday @elenathehun​.  I wrote IzuMito like you wanted ^.^  💕 

(AO3 link - contains all author notes)


This is fucking ridiculous.

Izuna drags a hand down his face, closing his eyes to the massive warehouse full of various merchandise, and sincerely regrets asking his father for this mission. He certainly hadn’t wanted to accompany Uncle Kenrou’s group to the western desert with his brother (of all miserable places), but he also hadn’t realized at the time that he’d have to track this group of thieves south and east to cut over nearly the entirety of Hi no Kuni, sneak past patrols from several different clans (most of whom would love to kill him), and then curve back upwards to stop within kunai-throwing distance of the Yu no Kuni border.

And now he’s finally caught up to his quarry, except they’ve already sold his client’s priceless (and pointless) trinket to a merchant.

A very successful merchant.

One who possess an unnecessarily large stock in his opinion and is either the most disorganized and eclectic woman Izuna’s ever come across or who has evidently met her soulmate and decided afterwards to implement a color-based organizational scheme among her products.

Which makes this night so much better given that to him everything just looks like a mass of yellows and grays with a scattering of blues.

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Let Your Minis Have a Religious Experience: Stained Glass - The Miniatures of Tomorrow Method.

Hey there true believers, today I’ve got the long promised tutorial on how to create your own stained glass for diorama & display. This method, creates a very true to life effect, that while not as fast as printing on transparencies, replicates both the texture and actual principle of stained glass. This means that it casts a colored light like stained glass, and has the same high gloss as glass proper. 

We’ll get started with supplies after the jump. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Would it be possible for you to do the rest of RFA + the other two of the minor trio for the suicide attempt HC? Thank you!

Okay, I need to find a better way to do this, it’s deleted for a second time, good God!

Of course I’ll do it!! I reread what I did, and wow am I heartless! But I’m so happy you liked it!!! I’m so happy you like any of my angst, or my any headcanons tbh!! So without further ado, let us begin!!!

*TRIGGER WARNING! GAY SLURS AND SLIGHT MENTION OF REVENGE PORN, AS WELL AS SUICIDE*

Yoosung

  • • You felt bad about leaving him
    • You thought about it for a minute, about stopping what could only be considered madness
    • But the pill vial felt so comforting in you hand, so you continued your quest
    • It was getting harder, and you knew it
    • You wondered whether he did
    • Yoosung was coming home from work
    • Excited to tell you about his latest hassle with a flamboyant lady who was obsessed with her pet skunk he fidgeted on the packed subway, happy he found a seat
    • But all thoughts were quickly abandoned when he got a call from Luciel that his fiancee was in the hospital, hooked up to a respirator, barely breathing
    • He jumped off the train on the closest stop and ran the last three blocks to the hospital
    • You were fazed out when he got there, and he was devastated
    • Your skin was slightly yellower than normal, being hooked up on sedatives, and the respirator was gone, replaced with an oxygen tank
    • “She was critical for a bit, but she should be fine now. Keep an eye on her. She needs someone now, like no other.”
    • You had chronic depression
    • Yoosung was despondent, how could he not have known?
    • The one person he loved more than ever, the person who lit up his life, who encouraged him to go to vet school
    • When you finally were cleared for visiting hours when you woke up he ran in there before the rest of the RFA could react
    • When you saw him you looked away
    • He thought he’d done something wrong, but when he saw your shoulders shaking softly and quickly he understood
    • Smushing you into a huge bear hug he allowed you to shed your tears
    • “I’m, I’m scared. I want it to end, I don’t want to have to keep comparing myself, to be dissatisfied!”
    • He listened as you poured your heart out
    • When the doctors came back they prescribed you medication and a weekly therapist, despite your protest
    • You agreed, although only after talking to Yoosung
    • “Fine, but only for you.”
    • He was thrilled
    • Slowly you started to get better, slowly you started to smile more
    • And with that he did as well
    • On the last day of the meds you two went out for ice cream
    • You stared at the stars and he listened to you talk about the celestial plane
    • When you were done you leaned in a kissed him
    • “Thank you.”
    • “No, thank you my angel, where would I be with you gone?”

Jaehee

  • You never meant it to end that way
  • Never meant it to end with a gun to your head
  • But it was too hard
  • Someone was taking away the joys of your life
  • Making your own life a living Hell
  • Blasphemous pictures posted all over the internet
  • Constant streams of “MC is a f*ggot”
  • All because of the one picture you posted of you and Jaehee
  • And now here you were
  • With a gun to your head
  • You close your eyes, and lace your finger on the trigger
  • Jaehee was working late at the coffee shop, trying to make you a special brew
  • She’d noticed you being very tired and melancholic lately
  • And Baehee knew what was best for you when it came to coffee
  • She was so wrapped up in her work she didn’t notice the ambulance pass by
  • Only when Jumin called and told her that someone had gotten there just in time she was horrified
  • The cup crashed on the floor, utterly forgotten
  • Seven, had been there to pick up something form Jaehee, and had tried to disarm MC
  • Unfortunately MC was shot in the arm
  • Jaehee was crying, anger and grief streaming down her face
  • She knew something was wrong
  • But she had assumed nothing was wrong
  • What kind of fool?!
  • When she arrived at the hospital Seven showed her the cyberbullying
  • Now she understood
  • With the help of Luciel by the time you’d woken up she had managed to sue him, and ruined his life
  • But that could wait
  • When the door opened she rushed in, and squeezed you hard
  • You were both crying
  • “Jaehee, help me! I can’t deal.”
  • “I’m sorry for not noticing! I’m so sorry!”
  • The RFA just watched
  • She gave you kisses all over your cheeks
  • And vowed to make sure you were never harassed again
  • You smiled, you trusted your girlfriend with all you life

Saeyoung/707

  • His constant pushing of you away was really getting to you
  • Instead of days, of a week, it had lasted months
  • You were miserable
  • Since you hardly ever saw anyone else
  • They forced solitude was frying you mentally
  • And it drove you to sneak out of the house at night
  • At first it was a just a walk to clear your head
  • But soon you understood what you were doing on this chilly night
  • Standing at the end of a bridge, one that you had dreamed of standing next to Saeyoung with, you looked own once more into the water
  • The dark water was a comfort, something that you could look at and know what was going to happen
  • Unlike what was happening in that god damned apartment
  • You were thankful that police didn’t think about putting a fence on the quaint stone bridge
  • Not like it would’ve mattered anyway
  • You would’ve tried anyway
  • Putting your bag on the ground you looked into the messenger one more time
  • Typing some vague note into it you sighed
  • At least it would snap the man you loved out of his melancholy
  • Not that it mattered to you anymore
  • You took a deep breath, and got ready to jump
  • Saeyoung wondered where the heck you were
  • He had tracked your phone, but you were just standing by a bridge
  • Although it seemed suspicious he wasn’t too worried
  • You’d come back soon
  • He felt like shit, sighing and a turning towards his laptop
  • When the messenger went off for the first time he ignored it
  • But it kept going off
  • And eventually Jumin called
  • “What’s up, how’s my darling Elly?” He asked nonchalantly
  • Jumin didn’t reply, instead he sighed
  • “Promise not to do anything rash.”
  • Saeyoung smirked, intrigued, what did Jumin do?
  • “God 707 promises.”
  • Jumin let off another long sigh before breaking the news.
  • “MC was at that bridge near the outskirts of town, you know near the parks? And well, Zen was walking by and saw, saw MC standing on the ledge. He managed to drag her out, since the fall wasn’t enough to kill her, but she was a concussion and a few broken bones. Luciel?”
  • Saeyoung was already sprinting to his car
  • When he got there the rest of the RFA was talking, wondering why MC did it. But Saeyoung knew, he was sure, and the guilt was eating at him.
  • You were released for visiting, and Saeyoung pushed forward
  • When you saw him your face darkened
  • You went to turn around but he hugged you anyway
  • You were confused
  • Was this the real Seven? Was the one in the chat? The one at the apartment?
  • But when you felt the tears through the hospital gown you knew who the real Seven was
  • So you carefully turned around and looked at the red head
  • And laying back down you smiled
  • A week later when you were back at the apartment Saeyoung was putting on his jacket the evening you arrived
  • Your face darkened, old memories flaring up
  • “Where are you going?” You asked, trying to stay relaxed
  • “For a walk, it’s beautiful out. Care to join me?”
  • You looked up, your face full of hope
  • And with that you wheeled right up to him and gave him a huge hug
  • There was nothing else he wanted in the world at that moment

V

  • You had tried to keep your mental issues on the down-low after you met V
  • You felt like he needed someone perfect to take care of him, and you wanted him to think you were the one to do that, to bring back his happiness
  • At first it work, the time-consuming job of taking care and being there for him filling up silences
  • But as he started to improve you could feeling yourself slipping back
  • And a month after he got the surgery you knew you were back to where you were before
  • He spent lots of time talking to the RFA, and even more looking through old photographs, most being of him and Rika
  • And it killed you
  • That snake, though gone, was still poisoning you from the inside out
  • And you knew she had defeated you
  • You were alone, unable to think straight, and sure of one thing
  • Your time had come
  • To rejoin your family
  • You were sure of that if nothing else, you missed your brother, who had died of cancer when he was twelve, and you parents, who both died in a car crash
  • With the rest of your family quite distant this was the only option
  • So one day you prepared
  • You said goodbye to the one you loved, the one who no longer needed you
  • “Parting is such sweet sorrow…”
  • You snorted a bit at that thought
  • Taking the tram down to the beach you looked out at the sea
  • It was grey out, and raining, so the beach was deserted, excepting you
  • Who else would see you?
  • It was the perfect time
  • Looking back once more you dipped your feet in
  • Then ankles, then knees,
  • You were almost at your waist now
  • Looking at sky you whispered; “I’ll be with you soon Oliver.”
  • V was looking at the clock, wondering where you were
  • He missed you, it had been hours!
  • He was fidgeting with the flower you’d left on the counter
  • You hadn’t even hugged him, which saddened him
  • The ringing of the telephone snapped him out of his thoughts
  • It was Seven
  • “Hey Luciel. What is it?”
  • “Listen V, this is going to hurt. But you have to know-”
  • He told V everything, that Jaehee, for her break, was walking down the beach and saw you
  • You had screamed bloody murder, yelling; “DON’T MAKE ME GO BACK, LET ME GO HOME!”
  • V’s eyes began to water, the idea that death was home to you broke something inside, something you had been repairing
  • Luciel picked him up, and they sped towards the hospital
  • V was crying silently the whole time, not even bothering to bring his sunglasses, his piercing eyes shaded red
  • When he got there the rest ran up to him
  • Jaehee was crying, a scratch on her face, Jumin’s face was darkened
  • V looked towards you, but your eyes were closed
  • “She’s sedated, she tried to kill herself again. They’re going to have to a get a psychologist in there before we can go in.”
  • V shook his head, “How long?” He whispered silently
  • Jaehee just shook her head
  • A half an hour later a woman in a suit rushed in
  • V’s face was pressed into the glass, taking whole scene in, so happy he could see you
  • He wanted to be the first one in
  • Seven’s hand was on his shoulder, but he barely noticed other than a small smile of appreciation
  • He watched at you slowly opened your eyes in response to something the psychologist said
  • She talked to you for a bit a you nodded
  • Then you spoke, softly, and slowly
  • Looking around you continued
  • The psychologist replied
  • Still turning your head you eyes found his
  • And V’s heart stopped
  • There were tears in your eyes, and you reached out a hand
  • Turning back towards the psychologist the dialogue continued for a long half hour
  • Finally visiting was cleared
  • He rushed in and hugged you
  • And you hugged him back, tears in your eyes
  • He was also sobbing, whispering apologies in your ear, you apologizing back
  • It took a week and a half, but it was a quieter week, you didn’t try anything again
  • When you got back to the apartment a therapist still visited weekly
  • The day you got back you and V talked about everything
  • You cried again, and V cuddled you, murmuring words of comfort into your ear
  • He vowed to take care of you, like you did him, be your family
  • He felt guilty about not realizing it, but you assured him you didn’t care
  • You wanted to stop living in the past
  • The future was just ahead of you
  • And you wanted to spend it with him
  • He smiled at that
  • “Me too.”

Vanderwood

  • You worked in media controlling and such for a company
  • And recently you were getting a lot of personal threats for articles you’d written, and things you’d said
  • You ignored it, but it began to build up in your inbox
  • So you had to clean it out
  • You couldn’t help reading some
  • Vanderwood had found you crying that day
  • You assured them that you were fine, it was nothing you couldn’t deal
  • They smiled; “You’re so strong.” And gave you a quick kiss on the forehead
  • Those words had been spinning around in your head for a while
  • Never going away, it was driving you nuts
  • So you snuck out one evening; it was 22:00, and picked a tree
  • There was a rope in your bag, and you were prepared
  • Tying yourself up you wondered when it started
  • The hate that was bombarding you had been there for a while
  • That comment had just been the straw that broke the camel’s back you guessed
  • The rope was tied and you were ready
  • You knew it would hurt
  • But hopefully it was far up enough
  • It wouldn’t be long
  • You took a breath
  • Vanderwood was agitated
  • Where were you?
  • Angry that you had left your phone at home they sat down
  • The only thing to do was wait
  • It was almost 24:00, and they were about to go out and look, when Jumin called him
  • Saeyoung had found you and cut you loose
  • You were at the hospital, hooked up to oxygen
  • Vanderwood was already out the door by the time he said that
  • When they arrived there the RFA was already inside
  • Everyone kind of hushed up when they entered the room
  • They ran over to you
  • And you were crying
  • Flashing back to when they had found you like that they hugged you tightly
  • Tears were foreign to Vanderwood
  • Yet there they were, sobbing
  • “Why didn’t you tell me?”
  • “Because you said I was strong, but I’m not.”
  • They looked at you incredulously
  • Then gave you a kiss on the forehead
  • “You are strong. Stronger than I could ever be.”
  • You smiled and hugged him tighter
  • “I’m the weak one, I couldn’t have survived if you had gone to the other side.”

I hope you like this!!! Ah, I have to wake up at two in the morning Thursday!!! Wish me luck lolol!!! I hope this wasn’t too bad! Thank you for requesting this and hope you like!

BBRae Week: Day 4

Goodbyes vs Lips/Kisses

Woops, I did both. 


Raven felt strange.

Unfamiliar territory was a foreign concept to her these days thanks to growing up along with the Titans, and yet, she had never known this feeling before.

It wasn’t for lack of experience, though; she’d certainly had her fair share of relationships throughout the years, and had thus become accustomed to certain roller coaster aspects of such romances.

Yet, somehow, things with Garfield Logan were always different.  

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I have a Supercat prompt. Cat's birthday gift for her mother involved a few hours at an upscale spa resort and lunch but she cancels so Cat takes Kara instead.

Honestly, Cat doesn’t know why she even bothers anymore. If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing expecting different results, Cat should have been institutionalized years ago.

But then again, maybe she’s just too stubborn to give in. No matter how many times this happens, Cat has always been determined to be the bigger person, the mature adult in the equation.

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A Different Sort of Team

Marichat May Day 24: “I owe you one…”

This is sort of a Superman!AU, with Chat Noir as the superhero and Marinette playing the part of Lois Lane. But while Lois and Marinette both have black hair, blue eyes, and are journalists, that’s where their similarities end.

In this oneshot, there are no miraculous. Instead, people are born with superpowers. Chat has the power of destruction and Marinette has the power of luck and quick-wit to get out of a compromising situation. However, she doesn’t deem these as enough traits for a superhero so she mostly stays out of it.

She went for journalism since she thought she would have a better chance at making it as that instead of a fashion designer. But she does do fashion on the side for herself and for her friends.

So, without further ado, I hope you like it!


“It has been confirmed that Chat Noir has been captured by The Mime. The two were last seen fighting inside of The Louvre. Witnesses say that The Mime had been threatening to massively rob the historical museum, and it wasn’t long after that Chat Noir came to the public’s cry for help. Police have not yet been able to-“

Marinette turned off her television with a grimace. That mangy cat, getting himself into trouble again. This was the third time this week! For once could he just do his job without needing her to save his tail?

She checked her phone, although she could already predict the gist of her newest text message.

P. Perry Patterson: Are you at the Louvre yet? I need that interview and pictures with Chat Noir when he gets free or it’s your job, Cheng!

She sighed before shooting back a text that confirmed that she was on her way there. Standing from the couch, she reached out to grab the black blazer that was hanging off the back of it. From there, she slipped it on over her red-collared blouse and fastened the two lower buttons, completing the pantsuit look. Forgoing the usual pumps she would wear to the office, she slid her feet into a pair of black flats. It was hard trying to save someone in heels, after all.

After grabbing her purse and door key, Marinette briskly walked out of the apartment.

So much for a day off.

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anonymous asked:

So I've been looking at the tumblr lifting community's posts for awhile now and I'm obsessed and amazed; I've never lifted before but I really want to it looks so fun and I want free cute shit, but I'm so so scared!! How do I get over that and what/where would you recommend lifting for my very first time ever? Any tips or advice? I worship y'all 🙏🏼

oooookay lil nugget here we go.

first off - its okay to be scared. its actually better if you keep a little piece of you thats always scared, no matter if you’re experienced or a beginner. thats something that helps you keep track of what’s going on around you and helps you not get caught. when you get cocky or over confident, thats when trouble starts.

i cannot stress how important it is to start small.
start small.
start sosososososo small.
smol

like a lipgloss from walmart or one plain shirt from old navy. maybe a lil pack of beads from hobby lobby. whatever you do, do it small.

this lowers the chance of you getting caught, and the chance of you freaking out more.

do this a couple times. lil thing here, lil thing there. this builds confidence. the more confident you are with yourself, the more likely you are to start pulling in bigger hauls.

be patient. dont rush anything. this is by no means a competition. this whole process of confidence-gaining takes weeks, maybe months for some people.

and another thing - the majority of us on here that are pulling in a shit ton of stuff? we’ve been doing this for years. ive been lifting for 3/almost 4 years now. do not feel like you have to hurry and catch up to us.

secondly -do your homework. read through people’s tip pages on here. read about hooks, magnets, detachers, keys, all the different types of security tags, concealment methods, horror stories - ANYTHING. everything will be helpful down the road. read up on how other people got caught so you dont make the same mistakes. read up on how that girl managed to bag 3 naked palettes and 15 Kat Von D liquid lipsticks. learn about cam placement and how JCP Sephora is a place to stay away from. learn SA behavior and how to tell if they are being nice or plain sus. Learn how to tell if a bag is going to be a good lifting partner or if its going to be a hassle getting things inside. get familiar with every aspect of this community. follow as many people as you can. get inspiration from everyone. learn this life. live it. breathe it.

thirdly - try and pair up with an experienced buddy. i have found this to be so helpful. you get to see first hand how they do what they do. you get to see them in action, and learn their methods. however, know that going out with more than 2 other people is sure to get you noticed and tailed. keep the lil lifting group to either a pair or 3 people. make sure you can trust them. make sure you know them.

STORES:
Old Navy: they dont tag anything other than heavy coats and sweaters, some dresses, jeans, and in the summer some shorts. i re-vamped my whole wardrobe this summer courtesy of ON, but ive seen on here that they’ve started source tagging…. which makes me sad. so double check before you out anything into your bag.
Hobby Lobby: there are like 7 cams per store all focused on the cashiers. go crazy. get your much needed art supplies. this is a great store for beginners - and other lifters who love crafting.
Cotton On: nothing, and i mean NOTHING is tagged. idk why, but these hoes never tag anything and it makes me wonder what they’re even doing. i got christmas gifts for my brothers here this year, so i highly recommend this store. super easy.
Dillard’s: do not let the large size of the store intimidate you - this place is heaven. sometimes you’ll get lucky and somethings been left off the rack and untagged. sometimes theres that teally cute wallet that you’ve wanted for a while and it doesnt have a single tag on it. go for it. conceal in the dressing rooms. trust me. formal dresses? no tags. (from what ive seen, and ive been to 3 Dillard’s in 2 different cities.) their desinger jewelrythat they keep down there? go for it. none of its source tagged or anything. i walked out once with 5 pairs of mate spade earrings and 2 wallets worth the 100 each. just pay attention to your surroundings and you’ll do just fine.

TIPS:
- in the winter its cold as dicks, so wear sweaters. utilize these babies for all they’re worth. 1. sleeves are great for concealing small items like jewelry and lipsticks. 2. “i am so hot from all this shopping, is it okay if i have one of your bags to carry my sweater in? i would really appreciate it” (note: this only works with really nice SAs. some will be bitches and shut you down. you might have to try a couple of stores before you get one. and now you have a free shopping bag!) 3. put your purse in the crook of your elbow and drape your sweater over it. this helps conceal how big your purse is to begin with and hide how much its increased in size when you’re walking out. 4. idk they’re warm and fuzzy. they make me happy.
- boots: stick things in there in case you forgot your purse or something. you can stick small things like jewelry and face masks down in there, its great.
- go through your mom’s closet. or your aunt’s. grandmother’s. rich best friend, i dont care. more often than not, they have a couple of extra shopping bags from stores they’ve been too. my mom has Bath and Body Works for days, along with a couple of Coach bags and Ralph Lauren. these shopper bags can be used in the same way as a purse for hiding things in them. hide them in yoir bag on the way into a mall, and then in the bathroom, take out your lifted clothing and stuff one of the bags. that way, when you walk into other stores, the SAs think you’ve bought things from other stores. be careful and know the layout of the mall you’re in though, because if you’re carrying around an Urban Outfitters bag and theres no UO, then you’ve gone and fucked yourself.
- be cautious, be wary, and not get greedy. get in, get out, and live to lift another day.

hope you’ll find some use for all this nonsense, good luck on starting your hobby of lifting and i hope to see some beautiful hauls from you guys!

                                       Writing a Trans Character
                               As Experienced by a Trans Man

With more resources coming out for trans faceclaims, I wanted to make sure that there were also more guides on how to write a trans character. So I’m going to be sharing my personal experience with gender as a toolset for those that haven’t/aren’t questioning their identity. Please keep in mind that this is entirely based off of my personal experience and growth, and that every trans person has their own journey with their own experiences. None are invalid and all are equally as important. This also wound up turning into more of a gender study as well, so feel free to share and message about your thoughts. I’d love to have gender discussions!

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