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My dear lgbt+ kids, 

If very general lgbt+ positivity does not speak to you, that’s okay. 

You’re not required to reblog “All trans boys are handsome!!” posts, just because you are a trans boy. You don’t need to share aesthetic edits stating “Relationships between two girls are lovely and sweet”, even when you are a girl who dates a girl.

If that kind of positivity means nothing to you or even feels rather forced and fake, do not feel obligated to put it on your blog because that’s what a “good person” is supposed to do. This goes twice if there are guilt-tripping comments (such as “Watch all the homophobes not reblogging this” or “If you don’t reblog this, unfollow me”). 

There’s no such thing as a post all good people are required to share. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

When you’re just starting out in tabletop roleplaying games, something a lot of GMs have trouble with is demanding player buy-in.

They think they have to let everybody create whatever character they want, and it’s their job to somehow corral that herd of cats into a working game.

This is not, in fact, the case.

Every tabletop game is about something, even if it’s as simple as “a group of people who explore dungeons, fight monsters, and get treasure”. It’s not only okay to insist that your players provide characters who can play nice with the game’s premise, it’s practically required to get anywhere.

As a GM, it’s totally okay to say: “This is a game about a group of people having adventures. Your character must be the sort of person who can function in a team setting in general, and as a member of this particular team in specific. They can be the sort of person who makes great pretence of being a loner, then ends up working as a team player anyway - every team needs its Wolverine - but if you actually try to go off and do your own thing all the time, or if you refuse to cooperate with other characters because you’ve dreamed up an irreconcilable personality conflict, you’re being a dick. Don’t be a dick.”

And it’s not just about group dynamics, either - it’s okay to demand buy-in for the game’s setting and concept, too. If you’re running a gritty, high-tension conspiracy thriller, and somebody wants to play as a literal cartoon character, Who Framed Roger Rabbit style, it’s okay to say: “Yeah, maybe hang onto that one for our next campaign.”

(And no, that’s not a hypothetical example - someone actually tried to pull that stunt in a game I was part of. Obviously if everybody submits cartoon characters, you should recognise that your players are in the mood for something different than what you’ve proposed; if their ideas are all over the map, however, insisting that they get their asses on the same page before proceeding is wholly reasonable.)

“I was just roleplaying my character” is never an excuse for being contrary, because it was the player who created the character in the first place. Everything their character does is ultimately on them, because they chose to define them in such a way that roleplaying them correctly would demand being a dick to the GM and the other players.

Don’t be a dick - and as a GM, don’t be afraid to call dickery when you see it.

Can we just talk about how fucking great the writing on this show is?

Okay, this one requires a little explaination.

At this point in the series, we’ve seen people shrug off injuries like they were nothing. Steven and the Gems (especially the Gems) tank a HECK load of hits. Just watch Pearl v Sugilite (Coach Steven), Pearlbot v Peribot (Back to the Barn), the Gems v the waterclones (Ocean Gem), Garnet v Jasper (Jailbreak), Stevonnie v Jasper (Crack the Whip), or any other fight scene you can think of. 

Now, the Off Colors (+ Lars and Steven) v Robonoids isn’t even that impressive of a fight. It’s fucking tense, sure, but there’s mostly just a whole lotta hiding. 

Until this moment.

Lars is terrified, but he gathers his courage and attacks one of the robonoids head-on. He leaps on top of it, clinging onto it for dear life as it tries to throw him off.

Then we get a bunch of this fuckery.

And HERE, in THIS exact moment, is where things go south. 

But the thing is, we don’t realise it yet. We as viewers are so absorbed in cheering for Lars, we don’t even THINK about the consequences this could have for him.

Now, another thing about Steven Universe is that things explode. And when they do, they explode impressively and they explode beautifully.

(from Laser Light Cannon)

(from Super Watermelon Island)

(from Serious Steven)

So when comparing those shots to this shot of the Robonoid exploding…

…this explosion is extremely underwhelming. 

Combined with the fact that we’ve never seen a character get seriously hurt in explosions before, we don’t see this as a threat. We are not worried in this moment because Lars just beat this fucker! We are relieved, we are happy, we are ready to start celebrating. Meaning that seeing this…

…over the sound of a flatline…

…is jarring as all hell, because it immediately tells us celebrating viewers that something is WRONG.

And Steven knows it.

The reaction of the Off Colors here immediately becomes dissonant and strange. After all, these gems don’t know about human deaths. Lars hasn’t poofed, so he’s fine…

…right?

no.

no he’s not.

he is not fine.

he’s dead.

And that’s the kicker. 

Steven Universe has been running for four seasons, and NOBODY HAS EVER DIED ON SCREEN BEFORE NOW!

We aren’t expecting it! We have gotten so used to death not being a real threat in this show because surely the Crewniverse wouldn’t dare kill off a main character that we’ve stopped factoring it in as something that could happen. 

Even the Off Colors are realizing it now. Even Paddy realizes it.

One of Steven’s best friends just died. For real. On screen. In a fight we would have written off as underwhelming if not for this moment.

What the fuck, Rebecca.

Sick

Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has invited Bruce.

Tony: I heard a SNEEZE.

Bruce: Riveting information.

Tony: You know what this means?!

Bruce: Someone received Thor’s blessings?

Tony: SOMEONE IS SICK.

Tony: We need to find them and quarantine them. I will not have the Avengers benched just because they can’t breathe through both nostrils.

Bruce: snot…

Tony: what

Bruce: snot so bad

Tony has left the chat.

Y/N has joined the chat.

Y/N: it has begun …

Bruce: what?

Y/N: MY DESCENT INTO AGONY

Bruce: Did you finish your favorite book?

Y/N: I have a cold.

Tony has joined the chat.

Tony: So it’s you!

Y/N: Give me a hug, Tony.

Tony: No!

Y/N: Where is he, Bruce?

Bruce: Lab, as always.

Tony: STAY BACK!

Y/N: WE’RE ALL IN THIS SUFFERING TOGETHER!

Tony has been disconnected.

Y/N: Seeing Tony trip made me feel a lot better.

Thor has joined the chat.

Thor: I HAVE JUST SENSED A CHANGE IN YOUR HEALTH. IT APPEARS YOU HAVE A COLD. FEAR NOT, I, THOR, SON OF ODIN, SHALL SAVE YOU!

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I think what non-spoonies tend to forget is that chronically ill people do not just get ill more often than other people, but are ill all the time. When we miss school or cancel appointments, it is not because we ‘felt a bit peaky again’ and decided to not go - we feel bad most of the time, but still do things anyway. A lot of us feel ill, in pain etc. all the time, and we cancel plans/take time off when we physically or emotionally cannot cope with the day or the things required of us. Our 'good’ or 'okay’ is a healthy person’s 'awful’. We are consistently making more effort than 'normal people’ in order to live and make a living, and we often make that effort at the expense of our health. And it is so hurtful and offensive when people we know/ friends/ family/ teachers etc. get frustrated and annoyed because they think we are not trying hard enough. We are always trying. We are always fighting. Sometimes it’s too much.

just a witchy reminder

⭐️when my room isn’t clean, i feel my energy is trapped and muddled. take a moment to just tidy at least one thing in your room today.

⭐️make sure you’ve washed your face today. feel the air on your skin, and remember your skin requires care too. healthy skin = a healthier you.

⭐️it’s okay to take that nap today. sit your crystals under your pillow and let them charge with you. you need a break to recharge just like your crystals do.

⭐️thinking about going to the gym lately? do it today, even if you just walk on a treadmill for 10 minutes. come home, take a nice shower, and feel proud of yourself.

⭐️don’t feel bad if you haven’t practiced in a while. we all have busy times, low times, and slow times. your time to shine will be here again soon.

i love you guys, if you ever need anything, i’m here to chat!

Can we talk about the importance of the “you knew it was me” scene and basically the whole room of requirement scene?

Okay so.
Draco has a wand pointed to Harry’s face. And so do two other people. And what does Harry James Potter do? He ignores the other two and talks to Draco.

“You knew it was me.” After everything, Harry just wants Draco to know that Harry knows he isn’t the terrible person he shows himself to be. After what happened in the manor, when Draco saved his life, Harry doesn’t feel threatened, even at wand-point, he wants to know why Draco did it. And Draco is hesitating. Draco is about to lower his wand. He’s about to make the choice Harry deems him capable of making if it weren’t for his company. Harry wants to let Draco know that there’s time to make the right choice. He wants to know why he didn’t give him away at the manor, when it would have made everything so much easier. And during the Fiendfyre, when Harry goes back, he just immediately reaches for Draco, doesn’t look at anyone else. And before Harry even reaches out Draco already knows he’s come back for him. Like… this scene is glorious.

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Plant A Garden And We'll Reveal Your Personality Type
How does your garden grow?
By Matthew Perpetua, Cates Holderness

“Matthew, when are you gonna make a gardening personality quiz? There’s a woeful lack of gardening stuff on BuzzFeed dot com the website, and it’s a travesty.”

“That would require me to know about gardening.”

“Okay, fair. But…hear me out…*I* know about gardening.”

“…wanna make a quiz with me?”

“YEAH I DO.”

Traffic lights are killing kink fic

Dramatic title, but this rant has been building for some time and I need to get it off my chest. Friends, fellows, lovely fic writers: kink fic in fandom lately sounds like someone is reciting a How To BDSM 101 manual and it’s really starting to grind my gears.

It seems lately that, more often than not, any fic I open with even the teeniest bit of kink spends about half the fic being excruciatingly boring and samey about making sure everyone is on the same page when it comes to consent and who is spanking who in bed. As an Actual Real Live Kinky Person, let me tell you about some things that are seriously pissing me off.

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Top Ten Tips for Freshmen

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Anonymous asked: Hey. I’ve been following your blog for awhile. Super cool and informative! I’m going to be a freshman in college this fall and I’m kinda nervous (like anyone would be) I’m gonna major in Music Ed. Any tips for incoming freshmen???

Congratulations on getting in! Honestly, that’s a great question. Here are my Top Ten Tips for Music Freshmen

1. Schedule in time to practice. Practice is no longer something you can do for twenty minutes when you get home from school. Pianists and violinists probably understand this already, but seriously everyone (singers especially): practice an hour a day, minimum, every weekday of your freshman year. It will help you out in the long run SO MUCH.


I’m a huge advocate for using Google Calendar for EVERYTHING, so just slide that hour of practice in between classes, or wherever it fits. Then stick to it. The difference between someone who buckles down their freshman year and someone who doesn’t tends to compound for the rest of their musical careers.


2. Schedule in time to eat. Okay, this might have been a Me-problem, but I had class straight from 8am to 4pm three days a week my sophomore year, and 8am to 8pm at least one other day that same semester. There was no lunch break in that schedule. My roommate thought I had died a couple times because I had gotten back to the dorm after she’d fallen asleep, and left before she’d woken up. DO NOT BE ME. Leave at LEAST one hour-long break somewhere in the middle of your long days. You’ll still have days that are just as long, but that break will make life so. Much. Nicer.


3. Leave your door open at your dorm, and keep it closed at your practice room. The friends I made my freshman year that I still talk to I met because we lived on the same dorm floor for like three years together. My SO, my best friends, yep, all of them lived on the same floor as me. I met them because I left my door open whenever possible, and so did they, and no one minded if someone came and sat on someone else’s floor. That’s a major method of bonding freshman year - don’t ignore it.


On the flip side, this does NOT HOLD TRUE to practice rooms. If you’re practicing, keep that door shut. If you want to talk to someone in the hallway, sure, stand in the doorway, but Do Not Do the Doot without shutting the door. That’s how you annoy the entire music program.


4. Walk everywhere, as much as you can. My freshman 15 was a negative 15, because I didn’t change how I ate but suddenly I was walking six miles a day. Yes, public transport is great if you live in a really far-flung dorm or something. But if you can buckle down and walk to class, or bike if it’s real far, then you can cut down on any guilt from not being able to hit the gym by at least half.


5. Just because there’s unlimited ice cream does NOT mean you should eat unlimited ice cream. On a similar note: yes, the soft-serve is great. Do NOT fill a salad bowl with soft-serve. Just don’t. It ends badly. Coffee poured into a mug half-filled with soft-serve? A much better idea, in moderation.


6. The friends you make in your first week will probably not be the friends you have at graduation. I still talk to my freshman group, but that’s because we were all remarkably level-headed people who didn’t really do the massive personality change some students go through their freshman year. I’ve seen way more groups, however, that cling together the first two weeks of school, and then try to force friendship for the rest of the year, regardless of actual compatibility. Just let it go, and be friends with the people you actually get along with. Join clubs and intramurals, if you need to.


P.S. Dating your freshman year is not worth it!!! Don’t do it!!!


7. Even if you don’t like your fellow music majors, be polite and courteous to them anyway. There’s always one or two people in your music program that you will not be able to stand. That’s fine. Do your best to avoid being in classes or ensembles with them. What you cannot do is: be cruel, talk behind their back, or otherwise be a rude and gross person to them. A.) That’s just mean, and you’re not a high school student anymore, rise above the pettiness. B.) The people you meet in college will be an amazing network for the rest of your life. Even if you don’t think that the person you dislike is a potential connection that will help you later, the people who hear you gossip or be cruel could be, and they will remember it. Always be kind.


8. Stick to the middle of the bell curve when it comes to talking in class. Don’t be the person talking almost as much as the professor, either to answer questions, interrupt, or whisper to your friends. And please don’t be That Guy, the one who thinks they know EVERYTHING and purposefully asks obscure questions to seem smart. On the other hand, you should try to answer some questions. Feel out the atmosphere of your program, and adjust your talking based on that.


9. MUSIC MAJORS CAN’T SKIP CLASS. Too many college advice things tell incoming freshmen that yeah, you can totally skip class every week or so, it won’t affect your grade, blah de yada blah. I don’t know if this applies to other majors (probably not any rigorous ones), but it certainly does NOT apply to music majors. You go to every class you can drag yourself to. If you have a major flu or something, email your professor and get the material. However, unless you are nigh unto Living Death, go to class. I learn really well on my own, and any time I missed a class I came back and immediately felt lost. DON’T SKIP CLASS.


10. It’s okay to switch majors - both within music and to something else. Music is a hard major to enter, but once you’re in it, it’s easy to shift your focus or leave. Tons of people enter as Performance majors, and leave as Ed., or vice versa, or switch Composition or Tech instead. Plenty of others drop music down to a minor and get business majors or something else completely different. All of that is okay.


The current requirement that kids who have been told to sit down, shut up, and listen for 12 years being expected to know exactly what their career path should be upon being handed a piece of paper at 18 is DUMB. So follow your passion. If your passion changes, that’s okay - just keep going. You’ve got this.

Cloud Divination (Nephelomancy)

Cloud Divination is the art of discovering the past, present, and future through the aid of clouds.

This type of divination is very open to interpretation since it’s determined by:

  • Color (Red= passion/anger, Pink= romance/relationships, Black= negative energies/death etc.) 


  • Direction it moves in (N= Adaptability, charm, creativity, sociability, wit S= Physical strength, health, adventure, loyalty W= Confidence, business, energy, persistence E= Trust, sincerity, love, compassion)


  • Position of the cloud (High clouds = high chances of something happening Low clouds= low chance of something happening Center = neutral)


  • Shape or formation (this can mean physical shapes the clouds make such as hearts or the splitting/reforming of one or more clouds)

How to preform Nephelomancy

This practice it best preformed on a mountain top or hill where it is easier to see a wide range of the horizon

*The sky should also be bright or clear to get more accurate answers*

Lay down and look at the sky, have a specific question in mind to ask the clouds. Phrase this question to be as specific as possible so the answer can be clear.

(ex. Will I be able to repair my relationship with my friend?)

Close your eyes and clear your head of distracting thoughts, focus on the question you want answered.

When you’re ready open your eyes and look for any formations or colors in the sky

(ex. if the clouds were connected together high in the sky and are a white/pink hue there’s a high chance you can repair the friendship)

The most important thing to remember about cloud divination is that you should not force any shapes or colors you immediately see to fit into your answer. This practice requires a lot of patience and it’s okay if you don’t get an answer immediately, hence the importance of a specific question. It can take multiple tries to get one answer.

Once you’re finished remember to thank the clouds and nature for their guidance!

Russian names: Yuri

Russians use diminutives much more than a lot of other cultures. Basically, everyone who, speaking English, would be on first-name basis, in Russian would address each other with the singular “you” (ты) and use each other’s short names. Moreover, sometimes people use the plural “you” (вы), ans still use each other’s short names, without asking first. 

Going from plural “you” to singular often requires a short discussion akin to “Call me Jack - Okay, and you call me Susan” in English, but using a diminutive is either implied by the use of singular “you” or just not a big deal.

I’m personally annoyed with that, because a lot of Russians I know call me “Yura” (well, not Yura exactly, but the equivalent version of my first name), or even “Yurochka” while still using the plural “you” like they’re supposed to. There’s no polite way to say “call me Yuri, I don’t like my diminutives”, because everyone thinks it’s not a big deal: it’s your name, what’s wrong with that?

Also, no one - literally no one - addresses a child or a teenager (at least, a teenager younger than 17-18) by their full name if the name has a diminutive. The most frequent diminutive for Yuri is Yura.

So. Victor, Yakov, Lilia, Georgi, Mila and every other Russian around Yuri Plisetsky call him Yura, unless he’s in a habit of throwing a fit every time someone does that. I’m not sure he does, because really, it’s not seen as a big deal at all. 

His grandfather (and probably Yakov) might call them Yurochka - all the time, or when they’re feeling especially sentimental. 

Other diminutives include Yurka (it’s a little bit dismissive, but otherwise neutral, so it’s probably used by classmates or siblings), Yurik (also dismissive, kind of childish and rhymes with a childish insult, so probably not Plisetsky’s favorite), and Yurets (stress on e, very rare, but I know a Yurets; rhymes with the Russian for “cucumber”). I’m not sure Plisetsky is particularly fond of either of those names, but someone might use them to annoy him.

Who calls him Yuri? Foreigners, sponsors and journalists when they’re interviewing him. Maybe also his professors once he starts college (his school teachers use Yura or the last name), and everyone else who has to address him formally: bank clerks, hotel receptionists and so on. 

Yuri Nikolaevich, or whatever is his patronymic (Nikolaevich is from Nikolai, his grandfather’s name, I used it because we don’t know his father’s name. If he were Yakov’s kid, he’d be Yakovlevich), is hardly ever used. It’s there in his passport, and a policeman that stops him for speeding (don’t tell me it won’t happen at least twice a week when he gets his license) might address him that way, but other than that, until he starts coaching, or teaching, or becomes a doctor, a politician or a parent, everyone will keep calling him Yuri, because patronymics aren’t as frequently used in modern-day St.Petersburg as they used to be.

Otabek, whose Russian is as good as Yuri’s own, will probably call him Yura or Yurka, unless, again, Yuri asks him not to.

Also, if you combine the Russian for “kitten” (котёнок) and with Yuri, you get Юрёнок (Yurionok, where the “io” in the middle is pronounced kind of like “ir” in “girl”). It sounds cute, funny and very intimate; would probably annoy the hell out of Yuri or reduce him to a pool of goo, depending on who’s using it.


Yuri Katsuki, for the most part, wouldn’t be subjected to diminutives, because everyone realizes the Japanese don’t use the same diminutives, but Yakov, once he warms up to him, as well as grandpa Plisetsky and Victor’s family if he has one, may call him “Yura”, as a sign of accepting him as one of their own, like how Yuri’s mother calls Victor “Vicchan”.

You once said that a step towards recovery means I’ll need to break myself into pieces, darling I’ve been trying to put my heart back together. I like to step on myself sometimes, I don’t take compliments well because I don’t think too highly of myself. When you step on the same lego piece everyday even your ego starts to melt a little. You once said that if I find someone to hold my thoughts before I hold their heart– then maybe she’s the one. Or maybe there’s no one out there, who knows, right? We can circle around this a little longer than always, but I’ll always run back to the why. Why do I want to conquer my memories? Each city that I’ve built for them inside of my head is still bright and I’ve not let a single light bulb blow out, I’m so out of it– while thoughtlessly I’ve been reaching out of my head, my heart likes to beat me to it. It says that love can only be achieved if I chase after it. You once said that I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. Do you still believe in those words? Because if I’m not cruel to myself, I could be cruel to someone else. If I read enough books, do you think I’d finally own a chapter in my own life? If I open up some more, will I close off opportunities for myself to the prospect of loving myself? And what about them? Vanity is my master and I’m a slave. It’s okay to be a little vain sometimes, right? I’ve got it in my veins, maybe I’m the only honest one. You once said that if I trip over the same rock and stub my toe a million times within a week, you’d still say it’s okay. Like falling requires gravity to bend to my whispers. Like drowning demands my lies to swim back to shore. Like dying seeps through my eyes, how can I love if all I’ve got is missing pieces? You once said that a river flows like time and if I’m out of seconds– you’ll just record your voice saying I love you until I finally get it. I remember everything that love has to offer, but never the person. I remember the feeling of infection that is affection. And if I walk alone and get hit by a car, maybe it’s just another story that I won’t write. Some words live in between the lines, I’ve been seeing dualities. Life and death is just a kiss and hug. Black and white, storms and clouds are just pears and apples. Poetry and prose likes to sound sweet, but it’s the bitter bits of me that’s suicidal. Love and hate was born from strangers, so you never knew the difference between the moon and the sun– the lightness of tomorrow likes to coat the darkness of past days. Cigarettes and lung cancer, a dance of smoke that disguises itself as stress free, do you think I’ll die healthy? Drugs and my body, which one will make me feel better if I’ve been sweating for a week? You once said that we’re spinning around in a circle just waiting for someone to stop by– grab my attention and you can have my voice, steal from my hands and you can have my poems, which hurts more to have loved or to not have loved at all? An empty silence that’s so full of itself– I can’t hear myself think inside of my own head. I’ve got file cabinets tagged under read later, but I’m a sucker for love– so I feed into it. You once said if the sky breaks into a brighter day, you’ll be there. That is wishful thinking, my favorite kind. Words can’t give meaning to our story, but we still write. You once said that it has to mean something. Every statement paused long enough for several lifetimes to become real again. It feels like such a long time, but we’re still in love with them in there somewhere. It’s buried. It’s in a coffin, but it’s there and we know it. We can hear it. We can hear it. Fuck, we can hear it. That little beating that isn’t ours, it’s always theirs. And that’s my fear, you once said that maybe that’s my fate– I’m supposed to cling onto that strand of innocence, of who I used to be, to remember what it feels like to feel, it has to mean something. Giving meaning to nothing, my favorite pastime. Giving something to someone, the only way that I’ve been living. You once said that until I learn to keep more for myself, I’ll always end up in square one– alone, but as long as I’ve got you, it’s not true, right? Some thoughts like to sleep alone, that’s not one of them. Hold onto that piece of us, the poetic storm that is joy. Keep your kindness to a burn, a stretched out sunrise screaming your name is my simmer. I know about nothing and that’s my one redeeming quality. I know that I don’t know shit, and that’s why I write like this. I know that I don’t love like I used to, and that’s why I love like this. I know that I’m not the same person from last year, and that’s why my guilt likes to trip up. I know that I’m no longer in love with her, but I can’t seem to explain the empty feeling unless I spell her name backwards under a star somewhere that I can’t touch. I know that I’m still messed up, but I’m just taking advantage of my youth. You once said some people will get over you in a week, but it’ll take you a lifetime to get over someone. If forever is a drug then I’ve overdosed. If always is a lie then I’ll take the beautiful. If never is more and a secret is sore– then I’m sorry about the words that didn’t stop, I am trying. I am always trying. You once said that if we kiss the ocean long enough, the mountains will answer. I’ve buried my love letters on the highest mountain and emptied my heart into my art. If I live long enough to spread my wings, do you think I’d still be condemned? Life is too short to live in the past, but I can’t stop asking about my what ifs. Love is too long to just be over, but I’ll just keep painting over it with a new layer of red. If you’re still reading, then I’m still writing. This yin and yang battle of ours has no meaning. Tortured souls live in the canvas and I’ve seen enough chains– I shall be unbound someday. You once said I love you– darling, that’s the only fucking truth that I believe in. You once said that soulmates aren’t always lovers– I guess it’s just you. You once said that flowers don’t just bloom, they wilt– so I guess I’m just withered. You once said that if you had your way, I’d own the universe. You don’t get it. When you became my best friend, I got it.
—  You once said

i’m going into my junior year of high school, the time when many students are getting ready to apply for college. many of my friends and peers have been concerned about what, exactly, they should be doing to prepare this year, and when. so, we held a college information session. this may be geared towards my specific area/region, but hopefully everyone can take something out of this. here are some tips that we learned:

ON COLLEGE VISITS

questions to ask:

  1. what is your freshman retention rate?
  2. what is the percentage of students that graduate in 4 years? (new statistic: ¾ of students don’t; the average student takes 5 ½ years to graduate)

make sure there is written documentation of your visit

when reviewing applications, colleges note “touch points”– these include things like taking an official tour, sending in those cards you get in the mail, or something as easy as emailing one of their admissions counselors with a simple question. they’ll keep your information, and it may give you an advantage over other students because you showed you’re seriously interested in their school. so, even if you’re taking an informal campus tour, make sure to stop in the admissions office and fill out one of those cards with your information. it’ll be added into their system as a touch point– and you’re already one step ahead!

TESTING

some things to remember:

  • the SAT and ACT are, for the most part, equally accepted by colleges.
  • certain schools may require an SAT subject test. make sure to check out programs you’re interested in so that you can prepare all of its requirements.
  • the SAT is a test of aptitude, while the ACT is more knowledge-based and straightforward. 
  • if you’re bright and a good test taker but maybe you don’t get the best grades, the SAT may be more fit for you.
  • if you’re more studious and focused on grades and retaining information you’ve learned in class, the ACT may be a better match. 
  • a guidance counselor recommends: take both tests once, and whichever you feel you performed better on, take it again. 
  • many colleges like to see growth in scores because it shows you’re really working towards something. this may change depending on the selectivity of the school, but consider this before only sending your best score. 
  • if you know what colleges you’re interested in, check and see what they prefer/require before taking the tests. most likely, you’ll save yourself a lot of time, effort, and money in the long run.

SO, WHEN SHOULD I BE DOING ALL OF THIS?

here’s a timeline of what was recommended for your junior year

October: 

  • take the PSAT again (this is the year that you can qualify for NMSQT). i’m not sure if this applies everywhere but i know where i live, this is a requirement.
  • if your school uses Naviance, make sure you have your login information. you should be using the tools it provides to research colleges and find out more about jobs you may be suited for.

November/December

  • take the ACT or SAT. if you’ve already taken the SAT, i suggest taking the ACT before doing the SAT again. 
  • this is around the time you should start visiting colleges if you haven’t already. if you can’t go to schools, look for information sessions and college fairs near you. if you’re on a college’s email list, they’ve likely sent you dates that they offer tours or perhaps are even hosting information sessions closer to you.

April/May/June

  • start asking for letters of recommendation!! many teachers give letters on a first-come-first-serve basis, so get ahead. usually you want to have 2-4 of these. think about programs and schools you may apply for, and think about what subject teachers may be most helpful in your application. also, check schools’ websites and see what they recommend/require. outside letters are also okay, if they’re from someone who knows you and your work ethic well. 
  • consider taking the SAT or ACT again. 
  • schedule your senior year. it’s no longer a time to slack off; colleges now look at your grades as late as third marking period. continue to challenge yourself, but also take electives that interest you to get a better idea of what careers you may want to pursue.
  • get the Common App essays from your guidance counselor. you should at least think about these over the summer to get an idea of what you’ll say in your application essays.

August

  • this is when the Common App is available for that year. many, but not all schools, use this. do your own research to decide if it’s a necessity for you.

MISC. TIPS

  • very few students partake in college interviews anymore. requesting and interview may set you apart from other students (touch point!), but it is definitely not required or even recommended by the vast majority of schools.
  • if you know you will be going to grad school or a higher ed program, think about where you want to concentrate your money. a cheaper but respected undergraduate school may be a great idea to save money for a great graduate school. (you probably don’t care where your doctor went for their undergrad, but where’d they go to med school?)
  • MAKE SURE YOU’RE MEETING YOUR SCHOOL’S GRADUATION REQUIREMENTS.
  • check to see what courses certain colleges recommend you take in high school. this may be a good way to plan the rest of your high school schedule, and also gauge whether or not you can achieve a college’s expectations.
Cake Batter

*NSFW* I won’t be able to think about frosting the same again. Enjoy! xxh ;)

It was a quiet and lazy morning in Harry’s apartment. The two of you had slowly gotten up and around for the day, taking your time and enjoying the rare occasion. You’d gone off to the kitchen a while ago, and Harry was still lounging on the couch, dozing off again. He was brought back to reality by your voice, calling out.

“Harry, can you come here?”

He pushed himself off of the couch and rubbed his eyes, then came around the corner to find you kneeling on the counter in front of an open cupboard. Your hands were on your hips, looking very intently for something.

“What is it, love?” he asked, leaning up against the doorframe, a bit confused.

“Do you have any vanilla? I need it for a recipe,” you explained, turning to look at him, “We’re going to your Mum’s and I told her I’d bring desert.”

He thought for a moment, confused expression painted on his face, and then his eyes grew wide as he remembered.

“I’ll grab it,” he said, “I always keep it tucked away over here because I hardly ever bake anymore. Catch?”

You cupped your hands out in front of you and (thankfully) caught the small glass bottle once it left his hands, “It’s still good, right? Not an ancient bottle of vanilla from your baking days?”

He smirked, “Jus’ bought it a few months ago before the holiday, should be jus’ fine.”

You twisted the tiny cap off and took a breath in, “Smells okay to me,” you laughed, “the last thing I need is to poison your family with a cake because of bad vanilla, I’m finally starting to get on Gemma’s good side.”

“They’ll love it regardless, and you know they love you too,” he assured you, coming up behind you and grabbing your waist. He spoke into your hair, “Don’t see why anyone wouldn’t love you, you’re perfect.”

You were glad to be facing the wall, because your cheek grew red embarrassingly quick, “Harry, you know that’s the farthest thing from the truth,”

“Yeh can argue all you want, petal, but we both know I’m right,” he teased, “What are you making anyway?”

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Happiness Is Homemade

also on Ao3


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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