the no bullshit guide to getting your shit together: for the lazy student
Let’s be honest: time management and organization? They’re really hard. Sure, at first you might feel like you’ve gotten the hang of them, that you’re in control of your life. But how often have you fallen off the wagon? Procrastinated on one thing and the next moment, you’re behind in all your classes? I know that sometimes laziness feels like a part of who you are, but honestly, fuck that. Do you really want to give up your success for the disinterest of a moment?
If your answer is no (it better be no, or you really need to get your priorities straight), let’s get to it.
STEP ONE: BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF
“This class doesn’t even matter.” “I don’t care about my grades.” “I can finish this the day before.” Sound familiar? You might feel great now, but when you’re staring down at your report card later, it’ll feel like you just got punched.
This is a cliche, but the greatest obstacle to your success is yourself - especially the lies you tell yourself! Sit yourself down and be honest about what you need to improve on. Be as blunt as you can, but for god’s sake, don’t throw yourself a pity party! There’s no use agonizing over what you can’t change. Instead, set realistic, achievable goals, and make a game plan. Struggling with math? Go to extra help. Behind in all your classes? Stay in for a couple nights and actually work.
STEP TWO: STOP WITH THE FANCY SHIT
Now you know what your goals are, but maybe you want some inspiration, so you log on to tumblr and are instantly bombarded by all these beautiful, well lit shots of the most gorgeous bullet journals, planners, and notes. Impressive, right? Well, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: they’re all useless! A simple phone planner works just as well, if not better, than a fancy agenda, because you’ll always have it on you, it’s not a hassle to carry around, and you don’t feel obligated to make it look pretty.
Riddle me this, where are you going to find all this extra motivation to keep prettying up your bullet journal? To write all your notes in perfect, colour coded printing? There aren’t many times in life where taking the easy was out will actually benefit you, so take advantage! Stop wasting your time; get a phone planner and write your notes in your natural goddamn handwriting.
STEP THREE: CLEAN YOUR ROOM
Yep, your entire room - not just your study space! This one can be put on the back burner for a bit if you’re on a really pressing deadline, but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m notoriously messy, and if I don’t watch myself, I’d find myself in dirty-laundry-and-old-notes hell. A little bit of organized chaos is fine, I even encourage it! But try working when your desk is covered in mounds of paper and you have nowhere to put your laptop – it’s just not conducive to success.
Keeping your entire room clean is a way to stave off stress, frustration, and even embarrassment, because nobody wants to show potential roommates how much of a mess they are.
STEP FOUR: ACTUALLY WORK
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: “actually work? Who does this girl think she is?” I’d probably think the same thing, except I’ve learned the valuable lesson of sucking it the hell up, and you will too. When you get home from work, grab a snack and work. When you have a free period, figure out what’s due and work. Stop reasoning yourself out of work: you’re not going to finish this later, and that will be on the test. There’s really not much to say about this one, because it’s the step that requires the most raw effort, and you’re really only going to find that within yourself. Tell yourself what’s at stake, and realize that, by setting the standard for your mediocrity now, you’re potentially trapping yourself in a cycle that will last for years.
STEP FIVE: CUT YOURSELF SOME SLACK
Maybe you’ve been on top of your shit for a day, a week, or even a month, and that’s really great. But then… you fail. You miss a deadline or you bomb a test. So what do you do now? Do you allow yourself to fall back into your old habits? Fuck no! Everyone fails, even that studyblr with those perfect bullet journal photos and a perpetually clean study space. I’m going to tell you something that’ll sound really strange: you should value your failures, especially if you worked hard to avoid them. What?! Be HAPPY about failing when I actually TRIED? Yeah, you heard me right. If you don’t know how to handle failure, then when you inevitably experience it, your reaction will be much worse.
Failing hurts, and boy, I know how embarrassing it can be. But learning how to deal with failure, and especially how to keep trying after it happens, is an invaluable lesson.
STEP SIX: TREAT. YO. SELF.
Disclaimer: I’m not suggesting you treat yourself after the most basic of tasks, because please. Treat yourself when you know you goddamn well deserve it. Remember that “all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” If all you do is study and do your homework, then, pardon my french, your life sucks. If you don’t have friends, play a video game! Eat an entire jumbo chocolate bar! Indulge in whatever the fuck you want, you deserve it. I’m someone that has trouble prioritizing future benefits over immediate gratification, so by allowing myself little pleasures, I save myself from crashing and burning.
Hope these tips helped, but remember to take them with a grain of salt - you’re you and I’m me, and different things work for different people. Good luck!
Tbh being a child was so much easier. Like someone would ask me what’s your fear and I would say height or water or spider and now I dread that question because idk what tf to say like oh yeah I’m scared of failure???? And Disappointing my family?????Low grades?????Student loans????? Lord voldermort coming to life???? The world may never know.
Note: I’m sorry if this is kinda short! feedback is welcome! .c
Request: Can you make a imagine where y/n and seb are at a event (or a interview if you want) and she talks and laughs a lot with with a man (choose who you want) and Seb gets all jealous and I would like it to end up with smut but if you prefer with fluff it’s totally fine :)
Being a famous actress was amazing in and of itself. It was your dream ever since you were a little girl to be in a movie that everyone loved and you enjoyed making. You were content with your life. You had an amazing career, you had amazing friends and co-stars, and your boyfriend was the best thing that came from all of it.
Sebastian Stan was your number one fan and you were happy to share this experience with him. He was your date to your movie premiere and you were surprisingly calm. Well, that’s what you thought until you spotted one of your favorite actors here, supporting your movie.
You were standing in front of the movie billboard, letting tons of people take your photo. You posed in a ton of different ways, showing your best smile and angles. Your dress was long and black, a slit along your leg. Sebastian was standing off to the side, smiling at you as he watched. You blushed and held your hand out for Sebastian to take.
Sebastian shyly walked over to you and grabbed your hand momentarily before settling his arm around your waist. “Beautiful couple!” A photographer shouted. You smiled in their direction, turning at a different angle. “Y/N! Sebastian! Over here!” The cameras flashed and shuttered, taking a stream of photos in a split second.
You and Sebastian took a few more photos and you smiled as he pulled you away. You leaned into him and giggled. “I’ll never get used to that.” You said, making Sebastian chuckle. He gave your waist a squeeze, placing a kiss to your head. “You’re a natural, don’t worry.” He said, causing you to blush.
You and Sebastian walked up the red carpet stairs and you gasped when you saw your favorite actor standing off the side talking to another actor. “Is that-no way!” You squealed, causing Sebastian to look at you with furrowed eyebrows.
Sebastian’s eyes scanned the area. “Who?” He asked, following your gaze and it landed on Johnny Depp. Another squeal fell from your lips and you were ready to charge after him, but you continued to walk up the stairs.
You were in awe, your smile wider than it’s been all night. Johnny spotted you walking up beside Sebastian and he smiled at you two. “Sebastian! My man.” He said, shaking Sebastian’s hand. You were shocked they knew each other because Sebastian knew how much you looked up to Johnny Depp.
Sebastian shook Johnny’s hand with a tight lipped smile. Johnny turned to you. “Hello, Y/N.” Johnny said in his deep voice, making you giggle like a little girl. “H-hi! I’m a big fan!” You said, letting Johnny take your hand.
He placed his lips on top of it and you smiled. “I’m a fan of yours, too! Your last movie was amazing, can’t wait for this one.” Johnny said, slowly dropping your hand. You giggled again and Sebastian sighed slightly, casually pulling you closer to him.
You took no notice and continued to talk to Johnny. “I love all of your movies. Your characters are so awesome! Captain Jack Sparrow, Willy Wonka,” You started naming his roles, gasping as you remembered his other one, “The Mad Hatter! Gosh, you played that role so well!” You beamed, making Johnny chuckle. “Thank you.” Johnny said, slicking his hair back with his hands that were littered with vintage rings, his eye traveling along your figure.
Sebastian stood beside you, his jaw clenched as he noticed how Johnny was looking at you. You were laughing and giggling too much to deem acceptable to Sebastian. Your laugh was full and hearty and it made him feel small. He knew nothing would happen, but the way he saw Johnny looking at you made his insides twist and burn with jealousy.
A few more moments passed and you were still talking to Johnny Depp. Sebastian kept sighing and scoffing and you tried to ignore it, but you eventually had to kindly excuse yourself from Johnny.
You pursed your lips and turned to Sebastian, having made your way into the building. “What’s the matter with you?” You asked, crossing your arms. Sebastian looked down at you and rolled his eyes. “Are you kidding me? You were basically falling all over him!” Sebastian said, his voice low so he wouldn’t cause a scene. You rolled your eyes like he did and sighed. “I was…excited. You know he’s a huge inspiration to me.” You shrugged lightly, looking at Sebastian.
He scoffed and shook his head. “Yeah but did you really have to make me feel like a failure?” Sebastian asked, making you gasp. “How did I do that?” You questioned, letting your arms fall from their crossed position. “You said he was the best Mad Hatter ever. Now I just feel like I’m held up to a competition with him.” Sebastian said, sadness crossing his features. You frowned at his words.
You didn’t realize just how much you were fawning over Johnny. Sebastian sighed again at the silence between you two. You wrapped your arms around Sebastian’s waist. “Seb, I didn’t mean it like you didn’t do a great job with that role. You both were amazing. You know I love you. Johnny is just a long time favorite actor. You’re my favorite guy.” You said, feeling Sebastian pull you in closer.
Your head was resting on his chest and he kissed your head. “You really mean that?” Sebastian asked, making you smile. “I do.” You said, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. Sebastian kissed you back and he smiled against your lips. “I love you, too.” Sebastian said softly, rubbing his hands up and down the small of your back.
You smirked a little. “Were you jealous, by chance?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at Sebastian. He scoffed and his face contorted with denial. “I wasn’t!” Sebastian said, scoffing again. You pulled away and put your hands on your hips, sticking your leg out through the slit. Sebastian’s eyes traveled up your body and he sighed, confirming your question.
“Bet he can’t perform a kick-ass sex scene like me, though.”
Note: I hope you liked it! I love jealous!Seb, omg. feedback is welcome! thanks for the request. .c
The sounds of gunshots sounded throughout your tiny apartment.
Your boyfriend Jason Todd’s voice rang out in panic.
“[F/N], I swear to the gods, if you kill me, I’m breaking up with you!”
A devious smile spread over your face, “I’m sorry Jay, but I have to, I can’t tarnish my reputation! I would be considered a softy if I let you live!”
Jason let out a grunt of frustration, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his mouth formed into a scowl.
“I’m not kidding [F/N]! I will get a divorce! “
“Well it’s a good thing we aren’t married!”
The finishing shot sounded through your living room. Jason eyes grew wide in disbelief as the words on the TV screen flashed “Game over. [F/N] wins! Jay Bird Loses! “ he dropped his remote on the ground and groaned.
You on the other hand, were pumped. As soon as you beat Jason, you had jumped up from the couch and did a small little victory dance.
“Ah Yes! Eat virtual lead ‘Jay bird’!”
“I can’t believe you did that.” Jason said, his face dead serious.
“You killed me, my own girlfriend killed me.”
You rolled your eyes, “Come on Jay, don’t be such a drama queen.”
“That’s it,” he said, he turned toward you, his face dead serious, “[F/N] [L/N], we are getting a divorce.”
You crossed your arms, “Jay, hun, again, we aren’t married.”
“Well not anymore. Remember, the divorce?” a small smile made it’s way across his face.
You mirrored his smile and played along, you let out an overly dramatic gasp and contorted your face into one of shock. “Oh no! My dearest Jay bird, the love of my life, whatever can I do to win back your love and trust?”
His smile widened more, and you plopped back down beside him on the couch, with a look of mocked despair.
“Well… you could let me me win…?”
The mask of a heartbroken lover that you wore immediately disappeared, replaced with fits of laughter. Jason’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at your sudden outburst. Once you finally got yourself together, you sat back up, with a big goofy grin on your face, you leaned over and gave your boyfriend a short sweet kiss on his lips. You parted and looked lovingly in his blue eyes.
“Oh Jay, I love you, but that’s never going to happen.”
You kissed him lightly on his nose, before hopping over the side of the couch.
“Now, do you want some popcorn to eat away your shame while we watch stranger things? Or do you just want to wallow in your failure?”
“Yeah, sure, I’ll have some popcorn.”
Your lighthearted teasing placed a grin on Jason’s face as he watched you grab a bag of popcorn and put it in the microwave. Sure you constantly teased each other and you would always destroy him in video games, but he loved you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
I have been thinking that Shouto’s mother looks super-young…
Like, VERY YOUNG. She surely doesn’t look elder then, for instance, Jirou Mika (36, famous musician and a media person = gotta take care of her looks) or Bakugou Mitsuki (38 + glycerine quirk which makes her look much younger than her actual age). Why the hell a woman who gave birth to 4 children over a very short time span, experienced at least 10 years of domestic abuse and then spent another 10 years in a mental institution looks so damn young?
Well, because she MAY BE very damn young.
Shouto is 15. Fuyumi is minimum 23 (graduating from high school at 18, graduating from uni at 23, currently teaching). The other sons may be a bit elder or younger than Fuyumi, let’s give it 24. Let’s add to this the fact that babies aren’t made overnight (well, technically they are, but… stop, I’m talking about pregnancy time here!), so I’d say that Enji and Shouto’s mother are married for 24-25 years, give or take.
Normally you’d be able to get married when you are a proper adult, at the age of 20 — and Enji looked pretty much that age when he came to the conclusion that his power alone won’t suffice to leave All Might behind.
So, if he got married when he was twenty, and now he is 45, my calculations by now seem to be pretty realistic…
Now the things get pretty interesting.
The legal age of marriage in Japan is quite a peculiar thing. Normally you should be 20 to have the right to decide for your own, but men can still get married at the age of 18, and women - at the age of 16 (with the parents’ permission.
«With his wealth and fame, my father made my mother’s family agree to the marriage».
I’m using the official VIZ translation, just for the sake of accuracy.
So Shouto’s mother could be 16 when she was forced into this marriage. In any case, she wasn’t of the full legal age, as otherwise there wouldn’t be a point of pressing on her family, but rather on her personally. I double-highlight this fact. Triple-highlight it. In the current BnHA society it is perfectly acceptable for a woman to make the first step (such as Bakugou Mitsuki), it is perfectly normal and even quite common for a man to adopt his wife’s surname (such as Jirou Kyoutoku). Women do have many rights and freedoms, they are free to make their own choice and the society will not howl about any sort of sexist nonsenses. It clearly shouldn’t be a problem to marry someone without the parental approval, especially if you are financially capable of supporting your newly-created family without the financial help of the parents. The rules, traditions and moral limitations are pretty washed away.
The only situation in which to have the parents’ permission would be necessary is if your partner is underage. Which, I’m repeating my opinion again, is the case of Shouto’s mother.
Let me just emphasise that I’m not trying here to yell and claim that Enji is a pedophile or something. No, it surely is not the case, and 16yo girl may or may not have the physique of a child. And Enji surely would be looking for a fertile partner, so we are NOT dealing with any of this sort of perversion, so let’s not dwell on it any further. I’m simply pointing out that Shouto’s mother could be literally the youngest of what is legally possible to imagine in this situation.
Considering the fact that Enji needed an heir, I wouldn’t expect there a honeymoon or any chit-chats about «how are we gonna call our firstborn», or «isn’t it a bit too early to think about having children». More like «gonna make one child, and another, and another, just in case the first two end up being a failure». By the age of nineteen she has already given birth to three children. Don’t even get me started on the topic of marital rape.
Three to four years after (let’s say that at this point Shouto’s mother is nineteen to twenty) the eldest child ends up being a failure, manifesting only one quirk, not a combination. A year later the second child follows the same path. A year later… well, yeah, all three are failures. So, there goes another try.
Also, we don’t know if all the attempts were successful, as there surely is some weird thing with the blood types in Todoroki family… anyhow, she gives birth to Shouto at the age of twenty-twenty one, more or less. So when we see her for the first time - she is 25. And ten years later - 35. Which is pretty much the age she looks, considering that «ten years in a mental institution» doesn’t sound like some sort of SPA-resort.
Sorry for the bad quality of the photo. It’s the most recent (in terms of the in-universe chronology) picture of Shouto’s mother, during one of Shouto’s regular visits (from the light novels). She also looks much better than when Shouto came to see her for the first time in ten years, doesn’t she?
So… If there are any thoughts on this topic, I’ll be more than happy to discuss)
Have you ever seen a white and black tortie? They're really cool, though I'm not entirely sure of they really exist. Sorry if this is a dumb question, but how rare would that be?
so black + white torties happen bc there is a failure in the lack of red pigment, which makes their red spots appear white. they are called “brindled bicolors” and are super rare and not very well documented, i think its bc they get mixed up with vitiligo cats a lot. the only way to confirm if they’re brindled is to 1. see the cat as a kitten and 2. genetic testing
i should just copy + paste my 413 post where it also did not come out.
um yeah so 612 was a failure too.
but hey how about that undertale for the ps4 physical copy?? huh?? huh??????
weve made it. i mean who would have ever thought. undertale. a game from someone that worked on homestuck and is mostly known for homestuck stuff has made it on a main console i mean this is homestuck history tbh.
It has been (-165) days since “January 2017”.
Favorite MFB Friendships: Yu Tendo & Tsubasa Otori
“Your name’s Yu, isn’t it?” “Huh? You know about me? That’s so cool!” “Yeah, yeah I do. You’re the little boy who won the Survival Battle, and got the WBBA to agree to hold the Battle Bladers tournament. Isn’t that right?” “What? Little boy?!” “Though I hear your beyskills are, well, pretty good.” “Pretty good?! Who are you calling pretty good?!”
I’ve wanted to talk about it. The least you can do when you’re struggling is to let other people who are struggling similarly know that they’re not alone, right? But I couldn’t. I haven’t been able to write much at all, and I didn’t realise how much of my self-worth hinged on being able to word good until I couldn’t. It does feel like being a failure.
My seasonal depression took a long time to kick in this year, but when it did it kicked hard. Couple that with world politics; losing my regular gig when remeshed stopped publishing; and the death of one of my family members and the hospitalisation of a second, yeah, I feel like a failure. I feel worse than a failure, I feel like I’ve spent a month or so systematically letting down everyone around me and then dragging them down with me too.
But it’s only a feeling.
I’ve been sending pitches, even though I find it incredibly difficult. More crucially, I’ve been doing things that aren’t writing, because fuck it, it’s notthe most important thing. I’ve been volunteering. I’ve been supporting my family. I’ve been consistently available to a host of strangers on the internet who have come to me for advice, support, or information. I’ve been prioritising being compassionate and positive even when I feel neither. I’ve been keeping my dog safe and happy, and most crucially, myself too. I’ve been taking myself back to basics to rebuild myself as a better and happier person.