yeah i should be doing hw


My Voltron inspired playlists just because:

Your friend desperately wants to see you|| Sheith 
Bonding Moments|| Klance 
Hey Buddy, It’s me|| Hance 
That’s why we bring our sharpshooter|| Shance
No Partner, No Problem|| Lance’s breakup songs 
.lo que siento por ti.|| Love songs in spanish
.falling in love|| Klance
.the heart of voltron|| Lance 
Keith Kogane
We Have Candy|| Nyma
funhouse|| Rolo

「19 05 16 | 9/100 Days Of Productivity | 🎧: Mamamoo - Um Oh Ah Yeah 🎶 」

Doing my business process hw with One Note, it’s awesome! Still trying to find a system that works for me tho. Also my little calender is telling me that my first exam will be in 10 weeks :/ I should try making a study schedule soon! I always post these after midnight–posts getting worse with each passing day, oh well.

☆ ig: @xiotetudes | @hpstudyblrcommunity : I’m a hufflepuff~! ✨


ive gotten a bunch of new followers lately (for some reason idk why ppl wanna follow me but?) so i just wanna say hi to any new followers! Feel free to message me or ask me anything, i love making new friends! Also if you talk to me about vld or Keith I’ll automatically love you so 💓💓

Vocab and Update {80917} 47/100

me prior hurricane harvey: “im going to study so much korean!!! do all my hw for school!!! be productive.”

me during/after harvey: “hah you THOUGHT.”

so yeah that didnt happen and im upset about it but i also just wasnt feeling studying. probably because i should REALLY be reviewing vocab and focusing that (since its my weak spot) and i just hate it….but im trying to get into the swing of things again. these notes are words i got from 힐러 and im absolutely going to be lazy and combine these for days 4 ,5, & 6 of the vocab challenge. more in the upcoming days. the kakao chat has been excellent!! again if you want to join send me an off anon ask~ still got shitloads of prep hw/assignments to do before school opens again…

ps that emoticon from kakao is me @ me because i need to get shit done and im!!!not!!!

anonymous asked:

gosh thank you for taking our requests even though it's exams week for you! i hope they're going well <3 i don't think i could complete requests and take exams so props to you

Your welcome hun :) It’s like an escape tbh. Sometimes I need a break from all the hw and studying. But yeah.. I should go back to it, I have so much to do and it’s already Sunday T^T xoxo, Ara~

woo tag game thing-a-ma-jig

I suck at keeping up with all of the tags game sorry if you tag me and something and I never do it :(((

but yeah I was tagged by both @unorthodoxsavvy and @scentedwinnerperson so thanks lovelies!!! :)

Rules : Answer 30 questions and then tag 20 blogs you would like to know better!

1. Nicknames: idk y’all should give me some

2. Gender: Female

3. Star sign: Aries

4. Height : 5'3"

5. Time: 6:10 PM (est)

6. Birthday: April 12

7. Favourite bands: Imagine Dragons, AJR, One Republic, Coldplay, etcetera etcetera 

8. Favourite solo artists: Dodie, Lorde, Ed Sheeran, Troye Sivan, James Arthur, Halsey, Melanie Martinez, and Jon Bellion

9. Song stuck in my head : the Kimi no nawa soundtrack

10. Last movie I watched: I rewatched Paddington last weekend (gr8 movie btw)

11. Last show I watched: I think it was The Goldburgs?? It was on tv while I was eating dinner so I watched it. It’s a pretty funny show tho I love it.

12. When did I create my blog: like a few months ago

13. What do I post : (copied directly from my blog description lol)  a bunch of dnp | a cup of other YouTubers | a spoonful of equality | a dash of memes | a smidgen of cute animals

14. Last thing I googled: Ron Weasley because there’s a British red-headed kid that came to school named Ben that I have befriended and I needed a contact picture for him so he said to just put Ron and it’ll be the same thing so that’s what I did lol

15. Do you have any other blogs: nope

16. Do you get asks : occasionally

17. Why did you choose your URL: idk tbh I didn’t like mt old one so I changed it and this was the first idea that I had so I changed it to this wow I’m so uncreative

18. Following: over 1000 b/c when I made my tumblr I followed a shit ton of blogs and never unfollowed any really

19. Followers: 528 (idk how don’t ask me I think tumblr is full of people with butterfingers (ayyy reference lol ok I’m weird) and they accidentally hit follow wow y’all need to fix that)

20. Favourite colours: purple and black

21. Average hours of sleep: 7-8 hours unless I am in a fanfiction hole (this is what the person I copy-pasted this from said and same tbh)

22. Lucky number: idk what my lucky number is but my fave number is 8.the symmetry is calming.

23. Instruments: I played the recorder in elementary school. does that count. I have 0 musical talent I just draw.

24. What I am wearing: a hipstery gray t-shirt with a mandala thingy on it tucked into my jeans and I was wearing converse earlier. am I a fashion icon yet.

25. How many blankets I sleep with: one. sometimes 0. I live in the south my dudes.

26. Dream Job : I want to be a set designer or perhaps an interior designer but I’ll probably end up being a doctor rip

27. Dream trip: to visit you

28. Favourite food: potatoes. the amount of things you can make with this one vegetable astounds me.

29. Nationality: American. (my parents are Indian I’m American I was born in America fight me)

30. Favourite song now:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I taggg @wallflowersbloom @mochaphill @teddy-bear-howel @sorta-phantastic @tiredofbeingnice123 @teatowelhowell@imagining-phantastic-ships @theofficial01 and anyone else who wants to idk lol :)))

anonymous asked:

36 with vernon since he just became the age where he's allowed to drink

its lit

(also sorry for the late start on these, i had to shower & then do @ least half of my hw)

vernon + 36. “oh, we are not letting you drive when you’re like this”

EDIT: my bad i forgot the word count LMAO

word count: 665

After his fifth shot of soju, you swore you saw Hansol stumble. You sighed. “Hansol,” you mumbled in his ear. He hiccuped, and ran a hand through his jet black-colored hair.

“Yeah?” He grinned, reaching around you to lazily wrap an arm around your waist.

“Hate to be a buzzkill, but don’t you think you should stop drinking now?”

“Noooooo,” he whined, setting the shotglass down on a table. It would have been cute, really—Hansol pouted, putting on his best puppy-dog expression. He pulled you closer to him, pressing your foreheads together.

The gesture made your heart flutter lightly, even if his breath did smell of alcohol. “Just one more?” Hansol whispered, dark hair sticking to his forehead. He’d been dancing all night, and you enjoyed seeing a more extroverted side of him come out.

He whined. “Pay attention to me.”

The music in the room had now changed to one of a slower tempo, and you felt Hansol’s arm become tighter around you.

“Dance with me,” He muttered, a child-like grin decorating his face. He was having fun.

“Only as long as you can keep yourself standing upright,” you giggled, taking your dorky boyfriend’s hand.

He hiccuped again, huffing. “I am not that drunk.”

Even minimally intoxicated, Hansol made a good dancer, one that was confident in his moves as the two of you slow danced on the dancefloor. Many of the other Seventeen members made surprised noises as they watched, and once the song came to a stop, Jisoo came up behind you, tapping your shoulder.

“You should take him home,” Jisoo remarked. Not a fan of alcohol himself, Jisoo stood calmly with a cup of what you assumed was soda in his hand. “He doesn’t look too good, you should take him to bed,” He responded, showing actual concern.

Suddenly more drunk, Hansol popped out, his syllables beginning to slur. “They will be!” He hiccuped for maybe the sixth time in an hour, “Get your own, hyung!”

Jisoo snickered, covering his mouth with his hand. “Seriously, take him home before he hurts himself.”

You nodded, nearly laughing at your boyfriend’s dumb antics yourself. “I will, thanks, Joshua.”

Hansol looked at you, hazel eyes normally the warmest shade of brown seeming to look darker in the low light. “Huh? We’re going home already? Let me drive!”

Jeonghan came from behind the two of you and patted Hansol’s back. “Oh, we are not letting you drive when you’re like this,” He laughed, turning to you. “Need a ride?”

One tipsy car ride and several drunken comments from Hansol later, Jeonghan dropped you off in front of your apartment complex, where you, him, and Jisoo (who only wanted to come to see what Hansol would do) (he complained, by the way), dragged him up to your room.

“His first hangover will be rough,” Jeonghan commented after you’d left a tipsy Hansol on your bed. “Ibuprofen and lots of water, alright Y/N?”

“Got it, but why aren’t you drunk? You took just as much alcohol as he did,” you interjected. Jisoo snickered. “It’s definitely not his first time drinking, Y/N.” “Point taken.”

The two departed a few minutes later, and you locked the door behind them, quickly running to the bathroom after. You knocked lightly on the door to your bedroom, where a head peeked out from under your sheets, definitely belonging to your boyfriend. 

A pile of discarded clothes on the side of the bed let you know that he was mostly naked under those sheets. You hoped he wasn’t a horny drunk.

Y/N, I missed you,” he muttered in between a yawn. “I’m tired.”

Changing into some more comfortable clothing, you set the painkillers and water down, knowing he wouldn’t need it until the morning. Sliding underneath the covers with him, Hansol’s arms wrapped around you quickly, his face resting in the crook of your neck. “I love you,” he mumbled sleepily as you stroked his hair. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

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anonymous asked:

anon who's having HW troubles: yeah I have ADHD but it's never been so bad and idk what else to do. I can't keep getting distracted and we both set limits but somehow I get distracted and I get so out of it and I can't bring myself back anymore. any ideas of at least who I should talk to for help? (besides my parents)

You can start with your advisor/school counselor- they might have some really good tips for you, and I’m sure they’ve had other students come to them with similar things.  Also, talk to your doctor about treatment for it.  If you’re on treatment now, you might need it adjusted.


5th April // 9:45 AM

Things to do by 11 PM:

1. Put up the April calendar
2. Cross of three boxes in Maths
3. Clear all hw tidbits
4. Make a list of academic goals
5. Have no regrets about my day


1. Put up the April calendar.
2. Cross of three boxes in Maths. (Probably more than three?)
3. Clear all hw tidbits. (A little bit left)
4. Make a list of academic goals. Done.
5. Have no regrets about my day. Hell YEAH. Today was one of those good days. :)

Its exactly 11:01 PM here. I think I should probably do this more often?  

what happened? :(
  • You: Hello, Hamish [15]. You may not know who I am. My name is Sherlock Holmes. SH
  • Stranger: Er, hi. Who are you? HW
  • You: [Delay] I was a friend of your father's. SH
  • Stranger: He's not mentioned you. HW
  • You: We have not seen each other in a very long time. SH
  • Stranger: Yeah, but he would've mentioned you. HW
  • Maybe I should ask him about you first. HW
  • You: Probably. SH
  • You: He is going to be angry that I contacted you. SH
  • Stranger: Then why did you? Who are you? HW
  • If you were friends, he wouldn't be angry. HW
  • You: We were friends, but he wants nothing to do with me. SH
  • You: I wanted to know how the two of you are doing. SH
  • Stranger: We're fine. HW
  • What did you do? Sorry, I'm just quite confused and not too sure who you are or why you care about me? If you want to know how he's doing, talk to him. HW
  • Stranger: ((brb))
  • You: I would if I had any hope that he would reply. SH
  • You: [Delay] I had to leave London for two years. He believed I was dead. SH
  • Stranger: You let your best friend think that you were dead for two years? No wonder you're not friends anymore. HW
  • And so, you think that the best way to get in contact with him would be through his son. Good one. HW
  • You: I know. SH
  • You: There is no excuse, but my hand was forced by a very bad man. SH
  • Stranger: Er, this is really kinda weird? So I'm going to stop replying, because I have no idea who you are? Er, yeah. HW
  • I'll tell my dad. Tell him you said hi, or something. HW
  • You: I understand. SH
  • You: Thank you for your time, Hal. SH
  • Stranger: ...Only my Dad calls me Hal. HW
  • You: I apologise. Hamish. SH
  • Stranger: Okay. Well... Bye. HW
  • You: [Delay] Goodbye. SH
  • Stranger: [three hours later]
  • You are going to delete his number, delete all of these back-and-forth texts between the two of you, and you're not going to talk to him. Same with me. JW
  • You: [Delay] I will not contact either of you again. SH
  • Stranger: Good. Goodbye. JW
  • You: I'm sorry. Goodbye. SH
  • Stranger: [Delay[ Why now? JW
  • You: I knew you want nothing to do with me, and I did not want to contact Hamish until he was old enough to decide whether he wanted to speak to me or not. SH
  • You: I'm sorry. SH
  • Stranger: He won't want to speak to you. I'm making that decision for him. JW
  • You: I understand. SH
  • You: I'm sorry. SH
  • Stranger: Stop saying sorry. I don't... I don't care. Not anymore. JW
  • You: Right. Understandable. SH
  • You: Thank you. SH
  • Stranger: You aren't his father. Not any more. He doesn't even know who you are, isn't that deterrent enough? JW
  • You: I am aware, but I had nothing to lose. SH
  • Stranger: What did you want from this? For us to welcome you with open arms, for Hal to be glad of a second parent? JW
  • You: I wanted to know how you are. SH
  • Stranger: We're fine. JW
  • You: I understand. SH
  • You: Thank you. SH
  • Stranger: Goodbye. JW
  • You: Have a good life. SH
  • Stranger: I will. JW
  • You: Thank you for your time. This has been the best day of my life for thirteen days. SH
  • You: I won't bother you again. SH
  • Stranger: Thirteen? What happened thirteen days ago? JW
  • You: ((ah, thirteen years. lol))
  • Stranger: ((oh! hahaha sorry :') ))
  • Stranger: Fine. Fine. I'll see you... Well. I won't. JW
  • You: Be happy. SH
  • You: [Delay] Goodbye. SH
  • Stranger: Goodbye. JW
  • You: [Three hours later] I love you. SH
  • You: I apologise for my last text. Delete it. SH
  • Stranger: You don't love me. You wouldn't have done all of /that/ if you did. JW
  • Stranger: But yeah, it's gone. Never happened. JW
  • You: [Delay] What would you have me do? He threatened you and Hamish. SH
  • Stranger: One word. One word, that is all I would've needed. One bloody word, Sherlock. Or some form of /anything/ to tell me that you weren't dead. JW
  • You: They were still watching you. SH
  • You: Besides, coming back was not always part of the plan. SH
  • Stranger: Would it have mattered if they were watching? You could slip one word. Mycroft could've said something, /Molly/ could've, if only you'd let them. Christ, Sherlock, you've no idea. JW
  • How was it not part of the plan? If a good case hadn't come up in London, would you not have bothered to talk to us again? Did we mean that bloody little to you?! JW
  • You: Difficult to talk to people when you're dead. SH
  • You: Would you have preferred to see me die and then find out that I was alive only to be told that I had died in a cellar in Serbia? SH
  • You: I would have considered that cruel. SH
  • Stranger: I would have preferred to find out you were alive but unable to come back to us for a while, and that what you were doing was dangerous and potentially life-threatening. Yes, that would've made things harder, but I would've known that you were trying to come home to us. Not that you were dead, full stop. No, /that's/ cruel. JW
  • You: [Delay] I knew not telling you would risk our relationship, but the other option would have risked your lives. SH
  • You: I made a choice and I stand by it. I'm sorry. SH
  • Stranger: Well, that choice has cost you your relationship. Stand by it. JW
  • You: I have, for the past thirteen years. SH
  • You: I could never bring myself to regret it. You and Hamish are alive and well. SH
  • Stranger: Hamish is alive and missing a parent he doesn't remember, hating me for refusing to show him pictures of you. I am alive and /still/ heartbroken because my husband lied to me and made me think he was dead, and worse still, making me still love you when I know and you know that I can't. JW
  • Yeah, Sherlock. Alive and "well". JW
  • You: [Delay] You were supposed to be happy. SH
  • Stranger: Didn't factor "emotion" into your equation correctly, then. JW
  • You: Accounting for all the emotions in the situation would have paralyzed me, so no. SH
  • Stranger: [Delay] Paralyzed is better than dead. JW
  • You: I would beg to disagree. SH
  • You: Death certainly has its appeals, all things considered. SH
  • Stranger: /Don't you dare/. Don't you /bloody/ dare, Sherlock. JW
  • You: There is no need to worry, John. SH
  • You: I have challenged myself to live my life in a way that would make you proud for the past decade. SH
  • Stranger: And how's that? JW
  • You: Eating. Sleeping. No unnecessary risks. No unnecessary cruelty. SH
  • You: And of course, no indulging in self-destructive behaviour of any kind. SH
  • Stranger: Oh. No, yes, I'm very happy to hear that. How come you never did any of that when I would ask you to, hmm? God, you're an idiot. JW
  • Stranger: Not that I care. I don't. JW
  • You: I am not entirely sure why. To honour you, perhaps. SH
  • You: There were a couple of incidents during my first year back. I needed guidance, I suppose. SH
  • Stranger: Oh. Well, we all need time to adjust, I suppose. JW
  • Stranger: [delay] I have to cook dinner, so I'm going to go. Goodnight, Sherlock. JW
  • You: Thank you, John. SH
  • Stranger: Goodnight. JW
  • You: Goodnight. I hope you sleep well. SH
  • Stranger: /Goodnight/. JW
  • Stranger: [five days later]
  • Hal won't shut up about you. Desperate to know who you are, why you contacted him, angry at me for deleting your number from his phone. Am I doing the right thing? Am I right in choosing for him? All I'm trying to do is protect him from what happened, and he hates me for it. What am I meant to do, Sherlock? JW
  • You: [Delay] You are his father. I have no say in this. SH
  • Stranger: That's not an answer to my question. JW
  • You: I am afraid I cannot form an objective opinion on this matter. SH
  • Stranger: /Sherlock/. JW
  • You: What do you want me to say? SH
  • You: That I dream about meeting him and wake up in tears because it wasn't true? SH
  • You: [Delay] I apologise. Ignore that. SH
  • Stranger: Sherlock, I... JW
  • You: I am sorry, John. That was inappropriate. SH
  • Stranger: [Delay] Jesus Christ. Er, I've got the afternoon off work, Hal should be home at fourish. Just... Come over, I suppose. JW
  • I take it you're aware of where we're living. JW
  • You: [Delay] I don't understand. SH
  • You: Why? SH
  • Stranger: Because he wants to know his father and he wants to know who you are, and because you want to meet him more than anything, so... JW
  • Killing two birds with one stone. Well. Three. JW
  • You: [No response]
  • Stranger: So... Will you come? JW
  • You: y SH
  • You: yes SH
  • You: Yes. SH
  • Stranger: Are you alright, Sherlock? JW
  • You: [Delay] soon SH
  • Stranger: We can reschedule for a later date, if you'd want time to collect yourself, or something. JW
  • You: no n SH
  • You: no need. panic attack. SH
  • You: [Delay] I'll be fine. Soon. SH
  • Stranger: Panic attack? Christ, are you alright? JW
  • Stupid question, of course you're not. It'll be fine, Sherlock, you can come and see Hal soon, alright? Calm down, I love you. Calm down, yeah? JW
  • Stranger: No, Christ, I didn't... Sorry. Just calm down. I'll see you later. JW
  • You: [Delay] I will be fine. See you. SH
  • Stranger: Alright. See you later. JW
  • You: [Delay] Is four thirty acceptable? SH
  • Stranger: Absolutely, sounds fine. JW
  • You: Thank you. SH
  • Stranger: It's alright. In hindsight, I suppose it was really selfish of me to hide him from you for so long. I can't imagine what it must have been like, and I'm... I'm sorry. Really, really sorry. JW
  • You: Don't apologise. SH
  • You: You did what you thought was best for Hamish. He is what matters. SH
  • Stranger: I... JW
  • [Delay] Yes. Yeah, he is. JW
  • You: I can only thank you for taking care of him so well. SH
  • Stranger: I did what I could. JW
  • You: [Delay] I will be there soon. SH
  • Stranger: Alright. We'll see you later. JW
  • You: An hour later, Sherlock stood in front of the door to John's building, bag of pastries clutched in a white-knuckled hand. Despite his earlier shower, the attack from earlier had left him feeling cold and clammy. Suppressing a shudder, he bit his tongue as he reached out to ring the doorbell. He had to keep his focus this time. Polite, friendly, well-behaved. He swallowed convulsively, hand twitching against his thigh.
  • Stranger: John had been pacing up and down the hallway of his flat, worrying his lip between his teeth in anxious nerves. Why was he nervous? He had no reason to be. This wasn't about him and Sherlock, this was about Sherlock and Hamish, who seemed perfectly content as he sat on the sofa. And then the doorbell rang, and John tensed up. Hamish leaped up from his seat, his father having told him that the man - Sherlock? Sherlock something... He'd forgotten - was coming to visit them. "I'll get it!" The teen yelped, before dashing down the stairs to the door and swinging it open.
  • You: Sherlock's mouth opened as the door opened, but no sound came out. Hamish. Hamish. Hal /Hal/. He stood frozen for what felt like an eternity, studying the boy. He was so...he was so /tall/. could he already be fifteen? Having to consciously remind himself to breathe, Sherlock blinked once, twice, before closing his mouth. He swallowed thickly. "Hello," he managed at last, voice rusty.
  • Stranger: Hamish narrowed his eyes at the man. He'd seen him before, he definitely had. Somewhere... Who was he? Having realised he'd been staring and hadn't replied, the teen cleared his throat and took a step back. "Sorry. I... er, come in. Dad's upstairs, Mr...?" Crap, how embarrassing how he'd forgotten the man's surname. He shook his head, flicking his curls from side to side. Curls. Like the man's. No, shut up, brain. "Sorry. Er, Sherlock. Upstairs." He turned and lead the way, pushing a hand through his dark /curls/.
  • You: "I...Sherlock is perfectly fine," he said softly, biting down on the inside of his cheek to keep himself anchored. Hamish. Hal. Hal, who was already almost taller than John and with dark curls. Hal. God. Sherlock let out a shuddering breath as he held the bannister firmly as he climbed the stairs after Hamish. He could not fuck this up. Blood was rushing in his ears and he could feel his heartbeat everywhere, but he kept it in by pure force of will.
  • Stranger: "Dad!" Hamish called, reaching the top of the stairs after a climb in silence. He had so many questions about what'd happened, but he supposed he shouldn't ask. It appeared that it was a difficult subject for his Dad, and after all, his father was the only reason Sherlock had come, anyway. "Sherlock's here." John had been in the kitchen, still furiously pacing but also making tea, and his head whipped around as he heard Hamish entering the flat, another set of footsteps behind him. "H-Hello..." He said quietly, clearing his throat as Sherlock made himself apparent in the room. He hadn't changed - thirteen years had done him well. Not even the coat was any different, nor scarf, nor hair, nor perfectly icy blue eyes. "Hello. Hi. Sherlock, H-Hal. Hal, Sherlock."
  • You: Sherlock was impossibly torn between Hamish and John, eyes flickering back and forth. Desperate for something to do, he held out the paper bag with fresh pastries. "Hello," he rasped. "I...I brought these. For...for tea." His free hand was curled into a fist, nails digging into his palm. God, he was pathetic.
  • Stranger: Hamish couldn't help but observe the man in front of him. It'd been a habit he'd always had, looking people up and down and deciphering what he could. Collar up, like he was hiding something. Clear discomfort, in his facial expression and in his body language, rigid in place and tense. Nerves? Uncertainty? Clean shaven, but clearly not shaved in a while, manual blade. Showered not long ago, judging by the fall of his hair and the dampness. Late forties, same age as his Dad, around about. But what got Hamish was the hand. The way he curled it into a fist, looking almost painful.
  • Hamish did that, when he was anxious.
  • John cleared his throat and took the bag, smiling gently. "Th-Thank you, Sherlock. Very kind of you. I'll.. Er, I'll set them out. Tea, coffee?"
  • You: Sherlock closed his eyes briefly. He had not had tea in years. "Tea, please." Unconsciously, he reached out to scratch at a pale scar on the inside of his wrist, swallowing. He looked to Hamish. Fifteen, but one year ahead in school at least. Had been up late last night, possibly on the computer. Small callouses on his fingers, indicating....indicating...
  • Sherlock drew in a breath. Hamish played the violin. He cleared his throat, forcing his voice into submission. "I...Can I ask you about your interests?" he asked awkwardly.
  • Stranger: John nodded to the two of them, knowing Hamish would have a tea as well, before smiling sheepishly and heading off to the kitchen. Hamish watched him go, before turning his head to Sherlock. "Ah, of course..." He walked back to the sofa, taking a seat and indicating for the man to do the same. He watched the man scratch at the scar, but made no comment. "Well... I... I play the violin, really. Ever since I was little, don't remember ever starting, just... always. School, I like chemistry? I like science in general, minus physics, which I find dull but necessary..."
  • "He doesn't like the solar system," John called from the kitchen, unable to bite back the comment which made him smile. Hamish rolled his eyes.
  • "It's irrelevant!"
  • You: Blinking desperately to get rid of the lump forming in his throat, Sherlock fought to reply in a level tone. "I...I can do nothing but agree," he managed. "I...I used to play the violin," he offered, looking down at his hands. The callouses on his fingers had disappeared long ago. "I...I am glad you play. Few people do, these days." He swallowed, lifting his gaze hestitantly. "I...I work as a freelance chemistry researcher. If you were to have any questions..." He snapped his mouth shut, realising he had probably overstepped his welcome. "Never mind."
  • Stranger: John paused as he heard through from the kitchen that he didn't play anymore. His hands shook slightly, terrified. Sherlock had stopped playing, and he could only imagine why - because he'd broken the man. He shakily prepared the tea and pastries, and headed back out to the living room.
  • Hamish grinned excitedly. "You do chemistry for a living? That's so cool. I think I want to be a doctor, like Dad. I'm not sure, though. You should play the violin, again. I wouldn't have known, normally people who play have these little callouses on their fingertips? But you don't have any. I checked." He blushed, looking down. "Sorry, I get... A bit carried away. It's embarrassing, I just... I like to read people. Sorry."
  • You: "You don't need to apologise," Sherlock said softly. "I...I understand. Perfectly." Digging his front teeth into his tongue to assure himself that this wasn't yet another dream, he continued. "Medicine is certainly a... an interesting field. Plenty of applied chemistry." He curled a hand around his thigh and clenched hard. It felt as if he were underwater - everything was so surreal. "I am sure you would do...very well."
  • Stranger: Hamish nodded, his smile faltering. Everything the man was saying pointed to what he'd believed the first second he'd opened the door - but it was too strange to even comprehend. He bit his lip, just staring at him. He'd heard his Dad come in, heard him mention the tea and the pastries, but his focus was fixed on Sherlock, because he was certain that he was his "Father...?" All too late, he realised what he'd said, and he clamped his mouth shut, looking down. Shit. Oh, Christ.
  • You: Sherlock flinched, hand flying back to scratch at his wrist. Hamish had...figured it out. Of course he had, with that ability to read people, and Sherlock had just given him more and more clues without asking John for permission and he hadn't meant to, swear to God he hadn't meant to, he was just making polite conversation, which was obviously an idiotic idea, how did he even come up with it, that he, Sherlock Holmes, was going to do small talk, Christ, John was going to be so angry, he was going to lose this one miniscule chance he had been given because of a spectacular cock-up and God, he was so pathetic.
  • Too-fast and too-shallow breaths were passing between his open lips as the room in front of him was beginning to fall out of focus. Christ, no.

anonymous asked:

I still wonder if you're a Maths major because of that Maths tutor and nerd story you wrote

oh yeah. full fledged. glad you could tell ;)

Well actually, I’m a messed up hybrid as I’m in my final year of undergraduate BioMath. By specialization I do bioinformatics (bio + math + coding), which is like the littest thing ever. But because I take more math courses and that’s where my major friend group is from I often “identify” as a math major. ^^ 

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Hey so basically in between doing homework today I wrote little bits of this (I’m still not done hw yet so I should probably get back to it!) but yeah this is just a little something random… oh and fair warning it’s super fluffy like ridiculously cutesy coupley stuff so yeah don’t read if that’s not your thing :P

You looked up to see Michael walking into your bedroom. You’d left the door open, as you’d just been lounging on your bed, trying to churn out this ridiculously long essay that was due tomorrow. Michael had been spending his time in your living room on the couch playing something on your PS4 (that at this point was really more his than yours).

“Hey, what’s another word for obliteration?” you asked, chewing thoughtfully on the end of your pen, “I already have destruction.”

“Um…” Mike trailed off, climbing onto your bed and snuggling up into the covers. “Wait, you have Olaf? When did you get him?” he asked suddenly, gesturing to the plush Frozen character that was thrown to the bottom of your bed.

“Just after you left for tour, he’s my snuggle buddy for when you’re not here,” you replied, putting down your pen.

He smiled. “Aw, that’s cute. Hey, you wanna watch Frozen after?”

“Sure, I’ll make popcorn.”

“Yay!” he exclaimed, raising his arms above his head in celebration. You chuckled lightly. To put it bluntly, Michael couldn’t cook for shit, and you both knew that even microwave popcorn was probably past his skill level.

“Hey, why do you keep moving further over to that side?” Michael asked, pouting slightly. You looked down and realized you’d ended up about a foot closer to the wall than you had been a few minutes ago.

“Cause you’re taking up a lot of space, Michael, I’m getting squished,” you laughed.

“Hey!” he exclaimed indignantly.

“Aw, you can take up my space anytime,” you smiled, scribbling another sentence down in your notebook.

“Awww!” Michael exclaimed obnoxiously loudly, invading what small part of personal space you had left as he pressed his lips to your cheek.

You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at his actions, though. He was pretty cute. “Okay, but I have to do this essay,” you reminded him.

Michael only groaned in response, letting his head fall on your shoulder.

“Michael,” you sighed, giving him a poke.

“Nooo,” he replied in soft protest.

“You’re gonna have to go away if you don’t stop distracting me, you’re interrupting my study time,” you said halfheartedly.

Your boyfriend pouted. “Okay, okay, here how about if I just cuddle like this?” he asked, scrunching up closer to you so his chest was against your back, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder.

“Are you gonna help me think of words?” you asked.

“Mhmm,” he mumbled distractedly, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Michael,” you sighed, batting him away. He was like a needy, yet distracted squirrel sometimes.

He just chuckled. “Okay, no I’ll be serious now. Okay, obliteration…” he trailed off, trying to think. “What about devastation?” he offered. You thought it over, reading the sentence again before shaking your head. “Um, havoc?” he tried.

“Yeah, that totally works!” you exclaimed excitedly, crossing out a couple things in the process. You looked over to see Michael staring at you fondly.

“What?” you asked, blushing a soft pink.

“You’re so cute,” he smiled, snuggling closer into you. You just blushed harder, looking back down to continue writing your essay.

He just watched you quietly, drinking in your presence. His head fell back against the pillows, and he took a deep breath in as he took this time to simply relax.

“I like this,” he mumbled, playing with your hair as you continued scribbling out words and adding arrows and underlining.

“Me too,” you said, pulling your notebook closer so you could snuggle against him even more.

With his input, and the two of you working together, you got your essay completely finished in just over an hour. You closed your notebook triumphantly, throwing it aside as Michael pulled you into his arms, your attention now completely focused on him.

 "You’re the best girlfriend ever, you know that?“ he said quietly, lips mere centimetres from your ear. He loosened his grip around you slightly, allowing you to readjust yourself, so you were now facing him. 

"Thanks,” you whispered softly. “And you’re the best boyfriend ever, so we’re even.”

“Nah, you still win,” he said, pressing his lips to yours as the entire world seemed to fall away in that moment.

It was minutes before your lips parted again. “You ready to watch Frozen?” you asked. “Yup,” he grinned.

“Okay, let’s go,” you said, moving to get off of the bed.

“Don’t you mean let it go?” he asked, turning to face you, eyebrows raised, as he tried to contain his giggles at the ridiculously dumb pun he’d just made.

“I’m so done with you,” you laughed, pushing him playfully. He laughed out loud, entwining his hand with yours as the two of you made your way to the kitchen to make popcorn.

  • Me: Ok, today I'll do my hw and then I'll go to bed early
  • Brain: You should listen to bts' songs
  • Me: But I-
  • Brain: You should check their twitter
  • Me: But I'm tryin-
  • Brain: What if they just released their new album?
  • Me: wait-
  • Brain: GO
  • Me: wHy
  • Brain: sh, you gotta
  • Me: Ok, just 5 minutes...
  • Brain: Ha Ha, yeah