how to survive bad school days, from morning till night
my last year of high school starts rather soon, and i’ve had more than my fair share of days when i wake up wanting to cry. there aren’t many things you can do when obligations like school force you to get over it as soon as it starts, so here are some tips to make your day better.
1. dress opposite the way you feel.even though sweats might be super tempting, dress up. wear your favorite pair of jeans, or a dress, or your cutest sneakers, even. wear bright colors at least. sweatpants and such will just make you feel even more blah and unfocused throughout the day.
2. moisturize!this might seem like an odd idea, but moisturizing and going into school glowy and soft definitely helps me feel more comfortable and less ugh during the school day. it helps keep me in my home-y comfort zone, if that makes sense.
3. carry something from home.this can be a book (even if you don’t read it), a tube of chapstick, a big waterbottle, etc… i have even gone as far as wrapping myself in a small blanket and walking around like that for the day. if you like this option and don’t feel comfortable wearing it, fold it up and place it in your backpack, just so you know it’s there.
4. plan out your day.even if it’s just making a mental note, tell and remind yourself of the things your going to do and when. this will get rid of any unnecessary stress and pressure. if something unexpected comes up, this will also help you manage your time a little better.
5. eat and drink happy things!pick today to pack a lunch, no matter what your usual routine is. drink plenty of water throughout this day, and eat as many fruits and veggies as you can. fill a reusable water bottle with water, fruit (like lemon or strawberries), and chia seeds! it’s perfect to sip throughout the day for a reboot or just to boost your mood.
6. when you get home, bathe immediately!wash off the day’s dirt. drop everything as soon as you get home, and either jump in the shower or relax in a bath with your favorite soaps and scents and a book. give yourself a break before you have to get back to work.
7. don’t ignore your work.by work, i mean school work. if you’re having a bad day, don’t hesitate to take a break from talking to people or running (low-priority) errands. you don’t want to ignore schoolwork, though, because teachers aren’t the most lenient people in the world, and getting it done will take a lot off of your shoulders. pushing it away will only gain you more bad days.
8. go to bed. get sleep! you want to be refreshed and happy for the next day, even if it’s a weekend. there’s a good chance your bad day began because you didn’t get enough sleep, or because you were ripped out of bed. reward yourself with rest after a long day.
“i’m going to start studying soon” i say while brewing a cup of tea, wrapping myself in a blanket, taking a seat on my favourite spot in the house and either picking up my phone or turning on netflix. “i’ll do it, i promise”
“Yeah, I want it, yeah, I need it.” “You can tease me however you want.” “Baby, a time just for us. What you do? Like this, ooh, I love you, ooh.” “Baby we can go higher.” “I want to lean into this night and wrap myself around you.” “Come closer so I can feel more, I want to go even farther.” “Let’s stay up all night.” “I’ll cover you warmly with my whole body.” “I’m thirsty, thirsty.” “Yo, nice skirt, you push me up to the mound pitcher.” “Put it to work.” “Hit me and we’re going hard.” “Something completely raw.” “Let’s take this to the end, rock and roller.” “A fire burning even deeper, not knowing how to stop, a burning heat all over my body, enduring through time.” “I’m already back to you tied up.” “I keep going deeper, like I’m addicted to you.” “An adrenaline rush, pumping through my whole body. I don’t know what you do to me.” “Up and down like a roller coaster.” “I spread through you softly, like something familiar.” “It goes down, down baby, leave your body to the rhythm. It goes down, down baby, let it go and scream.” “Baby, are you down?” “It’s our last night, a night just for us. Don’t be nervous and come to me, leave it all to me.” “And my hands lose their way, baby, my hands, my hands.” “In front of me now you’re feeling good now. Yeah, I’m feeling good now. (…) My mind blacks out.” “I wake up my imagination and come up with hundreds of ideas of you.” “With just one small move of your hands you can completely shake me up. Shake it, babe.” “Your pale fingertips… Oh, like they’re trying to tempt me. Sometimes like they don’t care. Your gestures make me dizzy, show me more of you.”
You are the blankets I wrap myself in as I fall asleep, a warm cup of tea on a winter afternoon, the bed I crawl into after a long day, a cup of coffee to wake me up in the morning. You are my warmth, my comfort, my safety, my happiness, my home, my heart. You are the one place where I know I truly belong.
“Do you love yourself,” he asked
And the answer twitched on my lips.
Some days I feel like I can take on the world. Where I’m so full of light and self love that nothing can stop me from being happy. Where I feel like I can reach the sky and paint it whatever color I imagine.
Where love is synonymous with you, me, us, them, everyone.
But other days I feel so weak.
I wonder how I ever felt so great about myself or life and I find all these things that shouldn’t mean anything to me and I pick at them until I fall apart.
I wrap myself up in tattered pieces of cloth and tell myself I am warm even though I’m shivering.”
Prompt: You come home on day, to find a note your brother and mom left you in Destiny’s care. So you run to the one person you trusted, Roman.
“I’m sorry your brother was in trouble and we had to leave. I know how much you loved it here, and you deserve better than a life more that a life of running. You deserve a shot at a normal life. Ive talked to Destiny and she will watch over you, ill call you when were safe. I love you baby, its better this way. -Mom”
Her note took the breath from your lungs. The house was ruined and even the cat was gone. They took that damn cat and left you here!
Your eyes began to burn as you screamed grabbing the closest thing, which happened to be a family photo and smashed it into the wall. Your body shook as you kicked, threw and broke everything you could get your hands on. They actually wanted you to stay with Destiny? She wasn’t exactly the greatest role model using her gifts for sex and money, claiming to heal people.
You ran out of the house grabbing your bike, the note snatched in your hand. You began to head to the one person you could talk to and would understand you.
Tears burned your eyes, before you used your sweatshirt to wipe them away. You stood on the front porch nervous, your hands shook above the doorbell. You took a deep breath and hit the button.
You heard footsteps and a familiar face looked slightly down on you confused.
“Y/N what are you doing here? I thought you guys left? Where’s Peter?” His eyes looked around the area but turned back to you.
Holding out the note tears began to flow faster down your cheeks. Roman snatched the note, reading swiftly he finished and looked up into your eyes.
“What the fuck……” he whispered and grabbed your shoulders pulling you into his arms.
You sobbed into his chest as he pulled back and led you to the living room, he sat down beside you on the couch.
“Do you want some tea? Or bourbon and shit?” He said quietly.
You sniffed giving off a smirk “I dont even think shit would taste good with bourbon.”
Roman gave a light smile “Yeah me neither.” He pulled you to his chest, letting you cry until your eyes hurt.
Picking you up he carried you upstairs and into a room, he set your down on something soft which you guessed was his bed.
He took your shoes off, still in silence and set them on the floor. “I’ll figure this out just rest now Y/N.”
He stood by you grabbed his arm “Please stay……at least until i fall asleep.”
He stared down at you for a moment, then he slipped off his belt and nodded. Moving over he laid beside you. You turned putting your head on his chest, he seemed to tense up and the closeness of you. He could feel the blood pumping through your veins and his fangs scraped his tongue. He bit down on his tongue trying to suppress the urge to feed on you.
You seemed to remember moving away suddenly “Sorry i guess i forgot.”
“Your the only person who would run to an Upir, and forget what they are.” He chuckled
You shrugged turning onto your side, you hid the tears that began to start again “Well my brother is a werewolf.”
Roman seemed to sense your change in emotion, he pulled you into his chest “It’s okay, i know…”
You nodded wiping your eyes, and slowly let the emotional exhaustion take over.
You woke up to find Roman had left, hearing the shower running you stood up slowly. Romans clothes were on the ground as steam crept from under the bathroom door. Walking over you knocked on the door “Ro!”
“Yeah?” Came Roman’s voice muffled by the door
“I’m gonna go get food if that okay? You want anything?” You asked shifting your weight slightly from one side to the other.
“I’ll be down in a sec!” He replied
Nodding you turned and made your way downstairs, you had been here loads of times when either you or your brother found yourselves in trouble. Usually you talked to Shelley but since her disappearance you swayed closer to Roman. Peter had began to notice and always scolded you about how much of a man-whore Roman had been. But since you two had started to hangout the less he seemed to be interested in other girls, only on days when you two were fighting did he have the occasional hook up. It bothered you at first but learning his true nature you realized for him, it was more of an impulse and how he had been raised by his mother Olivia.
Finding some of your favorite cereal you and Shelly shared in secret, keeping it hidden behind the boxes of oatmeal and forgotten cans of soup. Olivia hated when he children ate such unhealthy processed and sugary meals. Most of the time, when she was gone was the only time the kids could eat what they wanted.
You poured in the cereal and milk into the bowl, hopping on the counter. Taking a bite as Roman came down in his boxers, his hair still wet as light amounts of steam seemed to rise from his body leftover from the shower.
Roman began making coffee, leaning back to examine you as you ate your breakfast. “You can stay here if you want? It pretty much empty and I know you don’t wanna stay with Destiny. Shelleys room is empty, shit over half the house is take whatever room you want.”
You nodded “Thanks Ro…..I was so wrapped up in myself, I never asked how you were. So….How are you?”
He shrugged taking sip of his coffee walking over to you and snatching your bowl taking a bite of cereal. “I’m okay I guess, I mean your parents are kinda shitty and siblings are gone. Everyone wants me to take over Godfrey Enterprises, and I’m trying to control myself from feeding 24/7.”
“I can help if you want?” You asked
Roman paused as you moved your head to the side, brushing away your hair to reveal your soft skin.
Roman reached out gently brushing his hand on your neck causing shivers to run down your spine. He could feel the beating of your heart on the pads of his fingers, the way your chest rose and fell with your breathing.
He leaned in intoxicated by your scent as he felt his fangs on his tongue again. Your heart beat faster at his proximity………………… he could hear it, but the only thing on his mind was how you would look covered in your own blood. How your scent would only light the flames of his desire and soon it would not be just your blood he craved, He would crave your body. Needing to the burning of your lips on his. He would ravish himself in your body, pleading for you to moan his name begging you to reach your climax as he thrust into you over and over again. He closed his eyes before shaking his head “I can’t, I won’t be able to control myself if I do.”
You nodded the breath that caught in your lung seemed to slowly release “Okay.”
Roman handed you your cereal “ You can shower if you want? The waters still hot in my bathroom. It’ll need to warm up everywhere else.”
You were about to head upstairs, when you paused “I left my clothes at the house…..”
Roman nodded “Ill have someone pick them up, you can wear some of my clothes if you want. I let you borrow Olivia’s but your already beautiful plus I dont want you going around looking slutty.”
You gave a light smile trying to hide your confusion “…….Thanks.”
Going up the stairs, you cracked the door wanting to let the steam escape and make it hard to breathe when you got out. You sighed as you went into the bathroom. You had always though Olivia dressed more intimidating and classy but it seemed Roman did like that, despite the fact that Olivia was still his mother. You turned on the water and began to peel off your clothes, stepping out of your jeans you slowly slid down your panties. Unclasping your bra you tossed it to the side and let the hot water cascade down your back.
Closing your eyes you felt your muscles begin to relax. You looked over grabbing the shampoo that smelled of pine…….it smelled like Roman. lathering your hair and rising off you used the conditioner massaging your scalp. You thought of your brother.
It was rare for a girl in the family to have the wolf gene, but when your brother turned your life began to change. You had to leave every school you had been to if someone spotted your brother, even sooner if he began to kill more than the occasional deer. You could never have many friends, your mother didn’t want you to get close to many people in case you had to leave. It had become a routine never lasting more then a few months. You would finally have the courage to talk to someone, to try and make friends before your mother whisked you away to the next town. Peter teased you sometimes about being socially outcast but the truth was you didn’t want get attached. After a while Peter was used to it but you weren’t.
Coming back to reality you noticed the water beginning to chill slightly. You quickly washed you body and rinsed the conditioner out of your hair.
Stepping out of the shower you grabbed a towel looking up you jumped to see Roman at the door.
Towel still in your hands you froze as your gaze met Roman’s. His breathing hitched in his throat as he looked down clearing his throat. He turned around “Sorry you shut off the water…I just wanted to give you these.”
You looked down to his hands and saw he had a clean t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You wrapped the towel around your body and stepped forward. Placing your hand gently on his he passed you the clothes.
“Thank you Roman.” You said quietly your heart pounding in your chest.
Roman slowly turned around and you could see he was biting his lip. His eyes were glued to your neck. His face turned from one of embarrassment into hunger and lust. You felt yourself freeze like a deer in headlights.
“Roman?” You whispered as his mouth began to open and you saw his sharp canines begin to draw closer to his bottom teeth as he growled.
Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Stuart Stilinski/Reader, Thomas Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Stilinski/Reader
Word Count: 5668
Notes: Here y'all go. Finally here. So, there’s a lot of warnings for this one, let’s go. *cracks literally every fucking none in my body as preparation* Oral (both receiving), Fingering, Orgy, Multiple Orgasms, Spit Play, Anal, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Squirting, Double Penetration, Thigh Riding, Face Riding, Marking, Biting, Scratching, Over Stimulation, Shower Play, Exhibitionism, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Begging, Dominance, Older/Younger, Orgasm Denial and Choking/Gagging. Huge thanks to Steffy because even though she doesn’t like butt stuff, she proofread this for me. If that ain’ true friendship then I don’t know what is. I love you @dumbass-stilinski <3
So… I’m rewatching 13x01 and I just have to say. Wow.
Dabb has no chill.
I know I’ve said this a lot but come on, I mean COME ON Dabb. I watch this episode and see all the other excellent meta and plot points of course, but over the top of it is just this blanket of Destiel that affects pretty much every other meta reading in some way or another but especially around Dean and especially when you put it back into chronological order. You can see how the grief over Cas specifically leads his story forwards in this episode and how this will affect him moving forwards and…I’m just stupidly in love with this episode.
There is an undercurrent of Dean’s feelings for Cas present throughout this whole episode, strongly romantic in the Dean scenes and present as a plot mirror even in scenes that Dean is not in. This is the episode that sets up the season. This is the episode that sets up Dean’s arc for the season and in the future, it takes what has been built in the last 12 years subtextually, textualises it and is the foundation for the season to move forwards.
I just… I want to wrap myself in a blanket but I feel like I have to write about the Destiel blanket over this whole episode that tore my heart out and left me needing my own blanket to curl up in a ball on the sofa so, here goes :)
We have an opening sequence that parallels Sam/Eileen again to Dean/Cas and the music, dammit the MUSIC. Literally in the first few seconds of the season we have “Nothing Else Matters”, a Metallica ballad, referring back to Dean in season 1 and linking it to later aspects of Dean’s character growth. Metallica is a part of his performance facade from 1x04, the “scared of flying so humms Metallica” episode, they then show Dean literally blowing down the metaphorical walls of the bunker whilst “never opened myself this way” plays over the top. I MEAN COME ON!
So, performing!Dean’s facade coming down and parallels to the canon romantic couple (and Chuck dammit Dabb you are bringing Eileen back or so help me).
We end the sequence with this
Just to remind us, you know, that this is Dean’s key emotional drive for the episode and season.
We then start with Jack/Sam and this again, of course
Dean’s face goes from grief to angry determination. He runs in and immediately tries to shoot Jack in the face. This is the set up of his emotional arc over 01-06. He is angry and enraged because of his grief. This is not a good hark back to good old Dean hunting and being badass, this is utterly devastating.
At this point he’s enraged, sure, he can barely say what happened, but he does. Because he still has a smidgen of hope that there could be a way back. He doesn’t want to face the fact that he might be gone for good yet so he’s just angry that he’s dead in the first place and wants revenge on Jack who did this.
So then we have the search for Jack. But after the prayer scene which chronologically happens here, we see the shift from rage to despair after his prayer goes unanswered.