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Hi guys! I’ve made another printables hehe this time it’s an essay planner!! My professors have been asking us to do lots of essays and it’s a little bit frustrating sometimes; especially if I didn’t plan it out and do it a day before the deadline lol, so I decided to make this printables.

And btw, the tips and the other things I wrote on the pic above is based on my personal opinion and experience, I’m not an expert whatsoever so pls don’t yell at me if I made some mistakes or if my tips aren’t great hahaha :”)

I hope these will be useful for you guys too! Feel free to use them! :D Oh, and tag me if you take a picture of it, I would be very happy to see that!!  (´;ω;`) please help me and reblog this post!

Download the essay planner here: https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B9dkYS1AjcqjVEtXZzNmZUJHT00

ginny and luna as girlfriends & fwb at hogwarts because i just can’t help myself:

  • luna goes to all ginny’s quidditch teams, lion hat on her head, and makes it roar so loud every time ginny scores a goal. ginny blows kisses & winks to luna before every match, it makes her feel lucky
  • luna’s in all sorts of fringe clubs and organizations too. ginny goes to all of luna’s matches/premieres/etc and cheers as enthusiastically for her gf at this little club as any student does for a quidditch match
  • ginny even makes a little ravenclaw hat for luna’s games, though ginny’s not great at art and she gets really frustrated when her projects go wrong. it’s smaller than the lion hat but it has wings that flap and the eagle noise is super realistic, and luna appreciates the effort so much (she cried when she first saw it). everyone else is very much like, “…..what the fuck?” but who cares
  • luna spends her holidays running around the world searching for mythical creatures, she invites her father and her girl. ginny surpresses her percy-like inclination to denounce it all, and throws herself determinedly into the adventure - they never find a snorkack or humdinger but they do discover a few old artifacts………..luna’s convinced they have Powers. ginny humors her.
  • ginny winning quidditch matches and throwing herself, windswept and sweating and exhilarated, into her gf’s arms in front of everybody
  • luna sometimes cheers against ravenclaw in gryffindor/ravenclaw matches. her housemates are used to how doe-eyed ginny makes her by now though.
  • luna gets ginny, stubborn and set in her ways as she is, to try all sorts of concoctions in the kitchen when ginny visits her on holiday. most of them are pretty good, to everyone’s surprise.
  • speaking of them on holiday: endless sunny days strolling the streets/fields around the burrow and the rook, soaking up the nature, telling each other stories - some true, some fabricated…..ginny enchants the flower petals caught in the wind to dance around them; luna threads daisies into both their braids.
  • meeting the family!!!! some of the weasleys are confused about luna, but they think shes sweet and funny and lovely. xenophilius thinks ginny’s hard-headed but brave, and he loves how she dotes on luna and looks at her with stars in her eyes.
  • ginny sneaks out of the tower most nights, she and luna take moonlit walks around the dark grounds, hand in hand, talking about the stars (it doesnt matter that ginny’s failing astronomy and most of luna’s mythology is made up)

credit to @ginnnyweasleys for coming up with these with me :))) iconic sport gay and art gay girlfriends for life!

the things that bring me joy

-Nighttime; a hush falling over the house as everyone goes to sleep and I’m the only one left awake. I like to make myself a cup of coffee and cocoon in bed with my current read or write whatever pops into my mind. Everything feels so vibrant in those moments, even me.
-Books. The feel of them. The smell of them. The intricate worlds they hold in their pages. I think they’re just about the best thing ever created.
-Writing. As frustrating as it is 99% of the time, it’s also one of my biggest sources of joy. When I write, I forget everything until only the words remain. And while (more often than not) I can’t manage to form them into exactly what I want, the magic is still there, just the same.
-My family. Whenever I’m overwhelmed by the dire state of this world, I remember that these wonderful people exist, and that they’re all mine. The universe did something right in that way.
-Flowers. Tulips, sunflowers, peonies, baby’s breath… you can’t be unhappy wherever they grow.
-Listening to my Mom and Dad’s childhood stories. Hearing about family members I never got the chance to know, or old friends they grew up with; the things that brought them the most joy, or the moments that shaped them into who they are. Everyone has a story, and I’d listen to all of them if I could.
-Coffee. The ritual that comes with making it, the calm that spreads over you as you drink it. I’m always at peace when there’s a cup of it in my hands.
-The fireworks that go off under your skin whenever you catch your crush’s eyes from across the room.
-Baking. The precision in each step, the care and tenderness behind each movement. Savoring what you created when it’s all said and done.
-Old movies from my childhood. The Wizard of Oz. Treasure Planet. The Emperor’s New Groove. Being able to just put it in the DVD player and be transported to back when you were little.
-Making a new friend. That moment when you’re talking and something just clicks, and you find yourself thinking, “You’re my kind of person.” All the memories that follow.
-Animals. Every single thing about them.
-The weight that falls from your shoulders after a good cry.
-Running so fast that you can feel your heart begin to soar in your chest.
-The feeling of hope. Of knowing that no matter what happens, you can still try again.

I was headed to work today, looked at the date, and realized today is the day, two years ago, that I full immersed myself in all that is CrissColfer and began to tip toe my way into this fandom. And what a crazy, fun, interesting, frustrating, sometimes sad trip it has been.  I think you all know, I consider myself, prior to finding this world, a naïve New Yorker. I was a fan of Glee, Klaine, and Chris and Darren for the entire duration of the show. But I never thought to look closer. It simply did not make sense to me that Hollywood would force an actor into the closet who was playing an openly gay character on TV.  

And so I accepted the narratives that were sold. Chris was dating a guy named Will that I really did not know much about aside from a few pictures and that Darren was very straight and had a girlfriend named Mia. While I was a fan of Glee and Klaine, I had no idea what fandom was. Sure, I was often reading the message boards on the Glee Forum, quick to read any spoilers as they pertained to our favorite couple. I will say, I would sometimes fall upon appreciation post of miarren and I could never really understand what there was to admire. Despite the fact that I believed it was real, and again, didn’t give it more than a passing glance, it always seemed off.  Something seemed wrong.  It started with a pic from Joey Richter’s Easter celebration at his parents.  There was a possessiveness to the photo that made me feel extremely uncomfortable and from that day forward, whenever a picture was posted of the PR duo, I really questioned the chemistry and the intimacy. But again, I didn’t look any further.

 Then on March 24, 2015, the infamous twitter hack occurred.  Being a curious person, when I read the tweet, I was instantly curious. After all, not too long before, it appeared that both Lea and Chris had been hacked and it led me to wonder what Darren had tweeted.  And upon googling I discovered what all the fuss was about:


Now my interest was piqued. Why would one bother to tweet, “twitter hacked trying to resolve” about something as innocent as a favorite. I cannot tell you how many times I have accidently touched that icon. It seemed silly and ridiculous and not worth the mention and so, I started to slowly explore.

 March is traditionally my busiest season at work.  For those who practice employment based immigration, this is our tax season or what I “lovingly” refer to as my version of March Madness.  Its long days, stressful, and at least 6 days a week. So I put my research aside until Sunday, March 29. A day where I was utterly exhausted and decided a lazy day of research was exactly what I needed. And well, I never turned back.

 I spent hours that day discovering this crazy world called tumblr. Reading master posts. Discovering the main CC blogs.  And by the end of the day, I had read enough and seen enough to know that all was not as it appears.  

 And I entered the world of fandom.  Something I was not prepared for and had no idea what it was all about. Sure, I have always been a fan. As a child it started with Duran Duran and moved to my complete obsession with all things INXS.  Since that it has taken many turns, sometimes more music, British actors, sports, theater, and of course Glee. But never did I experience anything like this. And so I started my own blog. With the sole intention of reblogging things that were interesting and following the people that seemed to have insightful and interesting things to say, with the intention of remaining quiet. Just observing.

 I have no idea how I started with that and ended up here, someone who is a pretty strong and vocal voice in this community. It happened gradually, starting with a post about the TLOS and the acknowledgments to where I stand today.  And it has been such an insane and crazy ride. And I wouldn’t change making the choice to be here.

Over the past two years, I have personally talked to so many of you. I have had the pleasure of meeting a few of you at events like Elsie and Broadway Con. I have even had the pleasure of traveling to LA and San Fran with some of you.  Just last night there was dinner and a little singing to celebrate the birthday of one of the very first people I ever spoke to in this fandom. I am so very grateful for all of you, whether  we agree or disagree.  Whether we talk a lot or on occasion. It has taught me a lot. And has often shaped my opinion.  

And of course, the reason we are all here- Chris and Darren.  Two men I have my complete admiration. I may not always agree with their actions, but I think considering what they have been handed, they have handled this burden incredibly and bravely.

I think you all know that I am one of those that firmly believes in CC. That they have been a couple for years and I have seen enough that I do not waiver in my beliefs. I think a large part of why I decided to write so much more is because I think it is so important that people learn about the reality of Hollywood.  And how the constraints that are placed on actors have a profound impact on their lives.  

I often field like I want to take them and shield them under my wing. And if I feel that way, I can only imagine how their families feel. I often wonder if Cerena cries at night and the nightmare that her son in particular has endured.  And it has touched me in a way I cannot explain. And that is why I continue to be here and support them regardless of whether I agree or disagree.

Anyway, I was just feeling a little nostalgic today and I felt the need to write it down.  Here’s to hoping that the journey ahead becomes smoother and a little less tortured and that these men start their journey towards the light.  As I have said, I have no idea what their plan is for the future or how long it will be until we ultimately get to the truth, if we ever completely get it, but I will continue to be a supportive voice through it all. And if I can convince one person to see the truth and start to support the real Darren and Chris than I will feel that I have accomplished something small.

 And if perchance my words ever reach them, I will smile knowing that perhaps my support meant something to them personally.

anonymous asked:

new coworker was cashiering on st patricks day, i was cashier after her. she left me a mountain of shit to do after claiming she did it all (she didnt even make go-back/rtv carts she literally left shit piled everywhere) then told someone i was bossy when i got frustrated about it. i apologized but it made me feel bad because then all my other coworkers were like YEAH YOU'RE SO BOSSY and i couldnt tell if they were joking or not. but that bitch's register was over 29$ and im the bad one >>

Adventure - Part 1: Quiet

Walking through the sliding doors onto the tube, you see me in the corner. Headphones drowning out the mumbles and moans of the London undergrounders, I smirk down at something on my phone. Probably something stupid you assume. It’s my list of jokes currently being designed. All just beta-tested gags and puns. So, you’re right to be fair. Approaching me, you peer over my phone, shocking me in the process in the fear some randomer just decided to intrude on my inner workings. Quickly realising it’s you, I sigh heavily, removing my music and shaking my head in frustration.

“Christ, you scared the hell out of me!” I berate you, laughing.

You chuckle, but don’t apologise. I make note of this. We hug and get to chatting about the plans for the day. All very basic stuff, running some errands, doing some shopping, we’ll grab a bite to eat at one of those little artisan joints I’ve become familiar with of late. Nothing hyper special. We catch up in the mean time, seeing how work is, home life, have you talked to so and so, how’re you finding things around here, we need to try that BallieBallerson joint we saw on Facebook last week, it looks mental. The day progresses from there. The various underground tunnels offering respite from our activities between movements. We trade stories, insults, I make some comment about a top you were going to buy looking like something out of Star Trek it’s so strangely designed. You call me a nerd for making the reference. I proudly recall the fact my mother is a Trekkie and ask how you dare besmirch our heritage. All fun and games. But it comes to the stop before dinner. We jump on the Victoria Line and realise all too quickly from the enormous body of people that we’ve hit rush hour. Or rather, it’s hit us. Squeezing ourselves and our shopping (you’re shopping. Don’t deny it. I’m carrying it out of politeness but none of this shit mine) right to the back of the tube, in a corner. We have slightly more room, but we’re still only about 3 more people from being on the tube from being compressed into diamonds. You face me, having to hold onto me occasionally along the sharper turns the train makes, too short yourself to clasp onto the overhead railings in the corner, out of reach as equally as the bars are, surrounded by what seems like a million people. You make some snide remark about how you wanted to shop more, but I was whining, so you said fine and if we’d have stayed shopping we could’ve avoided all this. You’re not wrong. Annoying, but not wrong.

“Oh, so this it my fault?!” My innotation conveys offense, in the way only a true disgruntled British man can. You smirk and confirm this is the case. Cheeky little…
“Ok then, counter point…” I lean down slighty, smirking, placing one of the bags of shopping on the ground discretely, freeing up a hand. That hand quickly finds its way to your waist. Squeezing slighty, your eyes widen and you fight the urge to smile. All too futile, as I loom down upon you, whispering in your ear.
“… You’re a ticklish little girl. And everyone on this tube is going to know it if you’re not good and quiet.”

You squeak out a quick backtrack. Saying not to do this, how this isn’t fair, starting to blush as you look over your shoulder. These are Londoners, they wouldn’t notice if you were on fire. But you know my goal is to try and make as much of a scene as I can, just to mess with you. I shake my head.

“Far too late for that, cutie. Tickle… tickle… tickle…” A single finger has somehow managed to sneak its way up your shirt from your waist, intent on stroking the skin of your stomach and side so gently. Slowly it makes its patterns, over and over, round and round. Your reactions are immediate. Tensing every muscle in your jaw to avoid smiling, swallowing to avoid laughing. All the telltale signs of a ticklish little girl who would be so embarrased to be caught laughing so helpless by the tube-going public due to a little tickling.

“I’m only going to use this one finger. But I know this tickles… And oh you’re right, I’m going to tickle you until you burst into adorable little giggles or until we get to our destination. Let’s see which comes first, eh? Tickle… tickle…”

The fingertip doesn’t stray from its path, lightly your skin nerve by nerve with each glide, each stroke. It tickles just enough to make you want to squirm, but not enough to ellicit the reaction itself. It’s maddening. And you know nothing you do will get me to stop, and in any instance no matter the outcome, I win.

“We’ll be there soon, you adorable little thing. Maybe… 15 minutes? Ooh, don’t move too much, you might bump someone and then, gosh, if they see that cute little blush you’re rocking… well who knows what we’ll have to tell them! So shhhh, quiet now… Tickle… tickle…tickle.”

Listen when Abra Kadabra was using Iris’s life to taunt Barry while she was standing right there I felt so bad for her but at the same time I really wanted to her to just lose it and punch him in the face. Like wrestle him to the ground and beat him up until his face was bloody. 

Imagine how frustrating it must be - how angry it must make her - for people to be using her life and her death against others while she is standing right there. Imagine the sadness and anger that is boiling inside of her. Because in a way this is what she feared with the first engagement. That she would always just be that person he has to save, that is there to be used against him. 

Its isn’t just villains too as we have seen with Savitar in 0315 when he used her death to taunt Barry or in 0318 with Kadabra using it as his final win. Its Barry too as he scolds Wally for not telling the team about his visions in 0315.

I’m getting really tired of her death being thrown at others to get back at them with her right there. With how quiet she always is I theorize that one day she will snap at the villain that does it next really close to doomsday and beat the crap out of them for that comment. I definitely feel like something close to that will happen at some point to gets tensions high. 

The writers love a good one punch/hit with the women of these shows if they aren’t superheroes but I really want something good. I want it to be emotional. I want her screaming as she hits them over and over again, someone trying to pull her off her and she kicks and screams. Her crying on someone out of sheer frustration after.  Her in a quiet corner once they are gone.

I want to see her lose it. 

anonymous asked:

Can I just say that it makes me really happy when you're just as excited to write it as we are to read it? Because sometimes your followers are huge dickheads and I feel bad that you still write for us sometimes but when you're happy it makes it sooo much better

sometimes a lot of my anger and frustrations go into my writing like with this last part of heartbeat. but today i’m feeling a little better so i’m really into writing this one and the chubby reader one. i feel kinda happy today idk what the fuck that’s about

anonymous asked:

Things that are helping babygate 2 imo are 1. They've learned at least a little from babygate 2. There is an actual baby/Cheryl was actually pregnant even if the timeline is shady itself 3. None of those who seem to believe payed that much attention to or cared about Liam so they missed a lot and don't care about looking into it.

Hello Nonny,

I apologize for the late response. I agree with you on all points. I think that the stunt coordinators made slight changes with babygate 2.0 to make it appear more believable. And judging by how many folks in this fandom believe babygate 2.0 is real, I’d say they were successful. It’s frustrating to see, and does Liam such a disservice. But the majority of those folks really only value Liam when Larry is involved, so I’d expect no different from them. I just want Liam to be free from this nonsense.

Some interesting info from conversation between TeamLR and LR Discord server users

1) What happened with Mephisto, Lev, anything about season 3?
– Nobody knows now. At first they should catch up with how season 2 is performing right now.

2) News about “Zodiak Kids”.
– New owner of the Zodiak Kids is Benijay Group. French company from Paris.


3) Why so much transformation scenes?
– “If we could make 40 minutes episode, you know we would. but every second has to be created, paid, and animation is very expensive. :/ as LoliRock was a french production, the budget was very small and we had to trick as much as we could. The transformation helps for that. the reuse of the music video too. even though, for both of them, I agree that they take screen time we could have used for the story. It’s a matter of balance between the two, and believe me, sometimes it was very frustrating.”

4) There is a lot of artefacts to think about:
where is Izira’s medallion, where is the royal book of spells that Mephisto stole too, who is Zenevion, who/what is Andrak, and what was this temple’s story.
– So much question but who knows what’s will be used in season 3.

5) Best girls of the TeamLR:
– Talia => Carissa => Praxina/Auriana => Iris/Lyna.

Big thankies to the @teamlolirock for visiting our Discord chat!

Mental health update:

My therapist gave me advice on the situation with my dad and helped me learn tips on handling stress better.

My psychiatrist changed my adderall to be the extended release so hopefully it doesn’t hype me up as much, I can take less, and my crash won’t be as bad. He upped my mid stabilizer too and added a medication that will help with the stress, anger, flashbacks, and frustration. It is also a muscle relaxer so it may have the added benefit of helping with my chronic back, neck, shoulder, and leg pains. It can also make some people sleepy so maybe my sleep cycle will get better.

I feel a bit more hopeful for the future and hope all of this works out for the better. I have things I need to do that my excessive stress has been making hard, if not impossible, to accomplish. And the constant flashbacks and snappiness towards people has not been something I’ve been okay with. I don’t like being that way and no one deserves to deal with that side of me either.

So, cross your fingers or send your best wishes/prayers for me (whatever you’re comfortable with) in hopes this works out.

Rant time….

I love day shift. You all deal with different doctors and the family members, sending patients to different departments for different tests/procedures….

HOWEVER, why don’t day shift doctors tell family members about what they find on scans and the plans they have. For the love of all things happy…. it makes our lives at night so much easier if you could just tell the family members your spouse has a tumor in their brain and they may not make it, but we are going to do a craniotomy tomorrow to biopsy it. So when I have to call the on call doctor, who knows nothing about this patient, they don’t scream at me and asking me why is this patient even scheduled for surgery. Fast forward to calling the family at midnight after the patient heart rate dropped to the 20’s, and come to find out the patients family had no idea about the surgery!

This is when I get frustrated with day shift docs who don’t tell their patients family members what’s going on. It gets passed on to night shift cause inevitably something will happen overnight and we have to be the bad guys…

Please just be your patients advocate and tell them the truth. Don’t hide something because you want to get out of the hospital at a decent hour and think you’ll just tell them in the morning…

anonymous asked:

The blatant bias in favor of anything marvel makes me want to scream. I usually try to avoid all the negativity/bs but there are days when I see the hypocrisy it's just so fucking annoying.

What really frustrates me is that no one is willing to point it out. It isn’t a drag against Marvel or anything. It doesn’t mean Their success and goodwill hasn’t been earned. But the way in which people just refuse to even consider the possibility of bias for it and/or against the DCEU, even when faced with pretty clear evidence just fucking pisses me off.

anonymous asked:

Any chance you'd be interested in writing a Dead by Daylight fic?

It’s not at the top of my list of AUs to do but I did have an idea for a jerevinwood one once omg! I can’t remember if I posted it on here or if it was something I mentioned on patreon but it basically involved Jeremy and Ryan as Grim Reapers (the killers) who each occupy a little section of the Underworld where their aim is to stop people in near-death conditions from ‘escaping’ and returning to life (basically it’s their final chance to either live or pass away and their job is to make it as hard as possible to escape)

Gavin is a recently graduated Reaper who occupies the zone right next to them and they are both endlessly frustrated with how terrible he is at hunting people and how many people who should have died are now making miraculous recoveries because he’s bad at his job and can’t catch them LOL

I don’t like the idea of making them actual serial killers so that was my compromise hahaha. Also entirely based on that one time Gavin was really cheerfully like “I’m gonna try kill you now!” and sounded so happy about it (and then was not very effective at being the killer LOL)

That was my idea but I’m unlikely to write it any time soon haha… too many other ideas to work on and no time to do everything ;A;

Would anyone be interested in a gen mp100 discord server?

In the server I’m in right now, I’m pretty sure that I’m the only regular member who doesn’t ship anything. And, as with all fandoms, there are a couple of fanon ships that everyone treats as canon, and it’s frustrating to be the only one around who appreciates the canon friendships that we’ve been given.

So, if there’s enough interest in it, I’d love to make a server to talk about this amazing story with some fellow gen lovers :D

Sara Ryder/Reyes Vidal Fanfic!

Time for some shameless self promotion!

I write fanfiction all the time for a number of different fandoms, but rarely have the courage to submit it. For some reason, my usual silence broke for this lovely cat-eyed man. Probably because I got so frustrated with his lack of content, that I just decided to make my own.

So here you go: It had to be you

(You’ll excuse the lack of an inventive title. It’s more of a working title…I’m terrible with names)

A good summary of the fic: Hannah trying her best to write something decent.