you need a break too

anonymous asked:

Everyone's pretending not to notice Louis saying he desperately didnt want the hiatus. neither did Niall. Liam said he didnt know what it meant. But Harry said it was his idea way back in 2014 and he wanted it. Im finding it hard to see how Harry could have pushed for something he knew was going to hurt & disadvantage Louis. Reading Louis feelings of loss, in the light of Harrys hard push for that solo career & the huge gulf in opportunities, it doesn't even sound like a friendship blue :(

You do realize that Harry could’ve left the band in 2014/2015 with Zayn if he wanted right? They’d probably have give him the world and more and he could’ve the solo career completely detached from 1D. Of course Louis felt lost, he never was a solo artist. He only knew the band, being in a band that’s normal feelings. When you do something you never did before you feel lost, until you learn how to do it. That’s how life works in every aspect. And like I said, yes Louis must have felt sacred af because he didn’t saw himself as a big artists as the others, but Harry couldn’t have forced them on going on a hiatus by himself. He doesn’t have that type of power and when you guys say things like this you’re dismissing all the others and their voices. Look at how things are now, look how happy Niall looks, look at Louis working with great artists, discovering what he likes, working on photoshoots. He was scared there, he was reluctant because it’s something new, something you can’t be sure of, and if you’re doubting yourself already it sure would make things harder, but look at him now. He wasn’t bitter about, he didn’t resent that. Goddammit people, Sweet Creature literally exists why y'all being like this

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Allison was up early, her mind going over ways she could tell Lala about Angelina True without hurting her sister too much. Allison notices Lala entering the penthouse and going up the stairs to the guest bedroom in the early morning, a huge smile on her face. Remy wasn’t with her. Allie was annoyed once more at how inconsiderate Remy was toward her sister. Why was Lala even up and about? She’d only been discharged the day before! 

Allison: Well, it ends today. I love Remy but he’s no good for my sister. And I love Lala but she can’t continue this way. And my baby Nicolas…he needs me too.Sometimes you have to break things down in order to rebuild them properly.

Allison takes a deep breath and heads up to the guest bedroom. She pauses outside the door and stares out at the city, as if gathering strength from the hard skyline of skyscrapers. 

She pulls up the texts from Angelina, holds the phone tight.

Allison: You’ve got to talk to her now, Allie, before Remy gets back. Once he comes back she’ll stick to him like glue and I won’t be able to tell her anything.

(long post, sorry)

In spite of everything I love Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it does not work like that.  Second, she’s not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11” of pure muscle and is not top heavy)

If you want a good Harley backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look like self-harm or is well covered up. 

When Arkham accepts her, fresh from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves, self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru. The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.

After her weekend of freedom she would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous, cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it. She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it when he likes things.

It’s wrong and unprofessional, the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to protect and nurture something so important to him.

When the choice comes between her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question. She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a bun.

Unknown: (grab his nose or boop it?)

Yoosung: What are you d– oh!

definitely boop it

SAY NO TO THIS DEAD GIRL WALKING

I. WANT. THIS. MASH-UP. NOW

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- “What do you mean, Sir?”

- “She looks happy, peaceful… in love.”

(100% inspired by this post by stuunalee)

Originally in pink by @novice-heartbreaker 💙

Remember, pals, it’s okay to eat! It’s okay if you have to take medication to get the same balance of chemicals in your brain as other people! It’s okay to care for yourself, even if you don’t think you deserve it (you do)! It’s okay to need a break, too! You are ALL loved!

💙Please don’t remove credit/caption💙

Over Planning = Procrastination

I am making this post based on a request by an anonymous user, but as soon as I heard the idea it really resonated with me. When you are a perfectionist, like I am, procrastination comes very easily. As soon as I have a single doubt about what I am doing, I stop and turn to something else, which leads to a lot of unfinished assignments and unnecessary stress. So in this post, I’m going to give you my best advice on how to avoid this very thing and get back to work! 

Methods of Planning

You  need to start by addressing how you are organizing you time and if it needs to change. 

  1. Daily study schedule: This is my least favourite, and in my opinion leads to the worst kind of overplanning. This is when you schedule out your time hour by hour, down to what time you will study, eat, workout, etc. I understand that this works for some people and if you find yourself to be very disorganized, it can work for you. However, I personally find (and I think many would agree) that it ends up giving me anxiety and guilt when I don’t do something exactly at the right time. 
  2. Weekly or monthly schedule: This is ideal for people who like to plan ahead a lot, but don’t want to be too constricted to an hourly schedule. This method involves writing down what you need to study each day, but not declaring a specific time that you need to have it done by. I really like to use this for exam periods or before a big test, so I know that all the topics are covered by a certain point. 
  3. Daily to-do list schedule: This works for a ton of people I know, including myself. It is low-key, but also allows you to know what you have to do and actually get it done. This is what most people use in a bullet journal, which is obviously a very successful technique! It blends together the planning of the daily schedule with the fluidity and low-stress of the monthly schedule. I highly recommend this if you tend to overplan! 

Overall: You might need to re-evaluate the way that you organize your time and find something that is more productive. My personal favourite is the daily to-do list, but if you need more structure in your life, feel free to look at others. 

Dividing Tasks

One big thing that leads to procrastination is not being able to focus on the most important tasks that need to get done. If you put too much stuff on your to-do list or into your hourly schedule, it might actually end up taking away from more important tasks. 

Learn to prioritize. List tasks in order of their importance when you are creating a to-do list or other type of schedule. You can use a numbering system, or colour code them if you need more help:

  1. Red = Extremely important: Things that are due in the next day or two, studying for upcoming tests, steps in a process that needs to get done by the end of the week, bills that need to be paid, chores that have to get done before your home becomes a wreck. 
  2. Yellow = Pretty important: Things that are important to your schedule, but it wouldn’t be tragic if they got pushed off one more day. Re-writing or typing notes, writing out flashcards for a test a week away, working on an application or deadline that is still a while away, chores that aren’t going to affect you if they aren’t finished tonight. 
  3. Green = Filler stuff: Things that would be nice to get done, but aren’t urgent. Cleaning, organizing your desk, finishing a book or movie for pleasure, etc. 

Avoid Procrastination

After you have organized yourself and prioritized tasks, you need to be able to focus on actually getting them done. 

  1. Set firm deadlines. A lot of times, this is easy because teachers or bosses set them for you. But if they don’t, learn to set your own deadlines and stick to them. Write them in your calendar and make note of them in the days leading up to it. 
  2. Make mini to-do lists for an assignment. If you have trouble following deadlines, or value to-do lists as much as me, breaking down assignments and large tasks into small pieces can be super beneficial. For example, if you have an essay due, create a checklist with the intro, body paragraphs, conclusion, editing, typing, and final draft all as separate tasks. 
  3. Find ideal study setting. A lot of people have trouble focusing on tasks when they get distracted easily. I find it really helpful if I’m in an environment that gets me in a studying mood! Going to the library or a quiet coffee shop really motivates me. Finding somewhere with few distractions, limitations on how much noise you can make, and being able to see other people being productive is the ideal way to focus yourself. 
  4. Avoid social media and TV. This goes hand in hand with #3… Being in front of the TV or the computer (when you aren’t actually using it) is super distracting! Go somewhere that doesn’t have these distractions. 
  5. Start with small tasks. Sometimes, tackling your to-do list is easier if you start by completing a few small tasks. When I’m not in the mood to study, I try to do some household chores and update my bullet journal to get the ball rolling.  
  6. Use the Pomodoro technique, or something similar. Use a Pomodoro timer or another type of scheduling to stay focused when studying and take breaks when needed. If you find that breaking it down minute by minute is too stressful, try setting goals like “as soon as I am done studying this chapter, I will get up and make a snack,” and stick to them! 

Ok, so Taeyong…

He’s the real dealer (real dear deal) (I hope it’s for ice cream, you can’t give the kids druggies)

He doesn’t like ketchup (of course, he loves mustard with pickles and honey)

He’s the scene stealer (we know, he’s always the center)

His finger toe is making weird gestures (yes, you said it kinda sticks out and it hurts when you dance, please take care of it baby!)

What comes around goes around (those haters might be crying right now!)

and Swirl swirl, deep down (probably digging a hole to bury them all)

I feel like everyone who writes Erik as having started out looking like everybody else and then gotten acid thrown at him or whatever is forgetting the legit, actual thing that existed in the 19th century (and earlier, and now) that could eat someone’s nose off and had a huge social stigma attached

Syphilis

Why do we not have a phic where Erik was a handsome young man who fell in love with someone and contracted syphilis and lost his nose because of that?

I’m ready for a syphilitic!Erik phic

Hi. My name was Sarah. Was? You heard right. You may not know me by that name, but I can tell you many do. I might know you, and you think you might know me from social medias or classes or passes in halls but the truth is that that is a lie.


Hi. My name is Transgender. What is transgender? Transgender, adjective: “Noting or relating to a person whose gender identity does not correspond to that person’s biological sex assigned at birth”. It’s the realization that I now have the word that acts as a glue for all of my questions, my musings, my thoughts floating in a void known as the internet asking “Am I broken?” and “What is wrong with me?” and giving them a rope to tether them to the ground.


Hi. My name is Dysphoria. Dysphoria. It’s a mirror that follows me, a mirror that does not require a reflection, but I still see myself in it in the forefront of my mind. I can see it, even feel it - it whispers in my ear, a little reminder almost like an alarm that goes off the moment I feel comfortable in my own skin. It says “Wow, you’re hardly passing today!” and “That shirt can clearly show your chest!” and YOUR FACE IS TOO FAT AND YOUR WAIST IS TOO CURVY AND YOUR VOICE IS TOO HIGH, AND, AND, AND -


Hi. My name is Chest Binder. A binder is one of the only reasons I feel comfortable most days, which I strange because this constricting tank top is one of the most uncomfortable things I’ve ever worn in my life. Wear it too long, ribs can bruise, even break - too little and you feel like you need ten more layers just to hide the visual that yes, my body doesn’t match my name and pronouns. It can be so dangerous just to squish too pieces of fat to your body for safely as high as eight hours a day - sometimes 12 on a bad day - just to come home, rip off the proverbial Band-Aid and stare at yourself in that aforementioned mind mirror and wonder, “Did anyone notice today on the street? Did they care?”.


Hi. My name is Pronouns. Let’s take a second away from this one actually - did you know the gender binary doesn’t exist? The gender binary is a system that says yes, this part is equal to that sex is equal to that gender is equal to those toys and those clothes and that appearance and this and that and this and - yes. It gets confusing unless you live by it and identify by it since the day you were born. But pronouns are one of those categories. Me? I use he/him and they/them. It’s okay to get tripped up, as long as you are actively trying to use them but the moment you just stop caring is a punch to the stomach that bruises and never heals cause it says, “You know what? Your comfort and preferred part of the binary that I live by as well is an inconvenience to me.” And of course, there is outside the binary and around the binary and under the binary - but I won’t get into that. This isn’t a Psych lesson.


Hi. My name is Bathrooms and HB2. Hi. My name is Top Surgery. Hi. My name is Testosterone. Hi. My name is Crying and Packing and Expensive As Hell and Being Told I Am Nothing and I’m Really Fucking Scared Of Bigots.


But those aren’t my names. That’s my life. Hi. My name is Alexander. Let me reintroduce myself.

—  An essay/prose that I decided to write.
“Stress Sex”

Request: Hey doll❤️ I’m so nervous about my upcoming exams tomorrow. Would you like to do a Bucky imagine form where you’re dating and you’re also really anxious about some tests and he tries to make you feel better and tries to calm you down but nothing seems to work. So he prepares the bedroom to give you a massage after he dragged you away from your work, but the massage slowly leads to something more intimate and Bucky makes the sex all about you with kisses, touches and things like that ? Thanks ❤️ - @tieddown-withbattleshipchains

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut

Word Count: 1229

A/N: this is the final request before i start my “Troop Leader” series. that taglist and my permanent are open


Originally posted by skywalkerr

You had been studying for hours. You went from the library at your University, to your small, shared apartment and you still had no idea what any of the material meant. With a loud sigh, you shoved your books away from you, and buried your head in the plethora of pillows surrounding you. You willed the tears not to fall, but they didn’t listen. Steady streams of salty, hot tears were leaving trails in their wake. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t pass this final. Lost in your thoughts, you failed to hear the hesitant knock on your bedroom door.

“Babe, maybe you should take a break. You’ve been at it for hours. You can go back to it after you relax and maybe eat.” You heard the soothing voice of your boyfriend, Bucky, come through the door. You pulled yourself off the floor and made your way to the door. When you opened it, you saw Bucky’s face fall.

“Oh, My Love, come here.” Bucky pulled you into a strong hug. He held you as you let out heartbreaking sobs. He felt so bad. He couldn’t explain the material to you, but he could help you relax.

He led you to the bed and laid down next to you. He pulled you into a spooning position and wrapped his strong arms around you. He was humming in your ear and stroking your hair with his cool metal hand. Your sobs had started to subside. Your breathing was still hard to get control of.

“Let me help you, My Love. You’re working yourself too hard. You need to take a break. Your test isn’t for a few days. You can take the rest of the night off and go back at it tomorrow. For now, just let me pamper you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his proposition, but you didn’t have time. You pulled yourself out of his embrace and sat yourself back on the floor.

“That’s sweet, Buck, but I have to study. My test might not be for e few days, but I need all the help I can get.” You were a stubborn one, and Bucky knew it. He was going to have to literally pull you away from your work.

“Fine, you leave me no choice. You’re coming with me.” He came and scooped you up bridal style. You tried to fight him, but he was so much stronger.

“I drew you a bath and you are going to take it. Then we are going to cuddle in bed for the rest of the night. No more work Your got it?” Bossy Bucky was coming out and you knew better than to argue.

“Yes, Sergeant.” You sighed out.

You quickly got undressed when he put you in the bathroom. He helped you into the tub. It was nice and warm. He had started to burn your favorite lavender scented candle. You hate to admit it, but this was nice. You really needed to relax.

Once you were ready to get out, Bucky wrapped you up in a towel and picked you up once again. You giggled like a girl in love. He was seriously cute. He made his way to the bedroom, and he meant to set you down to get you pajamas, but you didn’t let go. You pulled him into a soft kiss.

“I love you, Buck.” You whispered against his lips. you could feel his increasing smile when you said those words.

His hands were slowly roaming your body, and you felt his trapped erection against your bare core. He was peppering kisses along your neck and you were slowly rocking your hips against his. You let out a small moan at the much-needed friction.

He pulled away to discard himself of his clothing. You dropped your towel and made your way to the plethora of pillows at the head of your shared bed. Once he was fully naked, he climbed his way up to you, leaving small kisses in his wake. He stopped directly over your dripping core. His hot breath fanned the area. Your hips bucked, looking for release.

He moved his mouth to kiss at your thighs. He sucked and bit, leaving marks behind. He moved his face inward and dragged his tongue across your slit. You let out a surprised gasp. He made his way to suck on your outer lips. he knew how to make you moan for him.

He moved his way to your clit. His nose nudged the sensitive bundle of nerves. At this point, you were dripping. Before you could ask, he enclosed his lips around your clit and gave it a harsh suck. Your back arched painfully off the bed.

“just like that, baby! Yes!” you screamed out for him. He moaned and groaned. The vibrations were heaven against your sensitive core.

He started moving his tongue in and out of your entrance. You were on the brink of your orgasm when he pulled away. You whined and made grabby hands for him. He just laughed.

“relax baby, I want you to come around me.” He pulled himself up so he could align his throbbing cock with your core.

He was already a deep red and precum was dripping from his tip. He moved his dick up and down your pussy, coating himself in your wetness. With slow movements, he aligned with your entrance and pushed in. Your walls stretched to accommodate his length. He moaned when he was fully sheathed inside you.

Your hips bucked, telling him to move. He kept his pace slow, languid even. He was savoring every inch of you. You had one hand in his hair and one rested on his pert ass. It made him even harder when you squeezed him. His hands caressed your face and he was nibbling on your ear. You wrapped your legs around him so he could go even deeper inside you. He was still slow, but it was the perfect pace. You could feel every drag of his cock against your velvet walls. And it felt beautiful.

Your breathing started getting faster and you were becoming flushed. Bucky knew you were close. He propped himself up on his knees and thrust into you hard. You gasped out at his action. He moved his metal hand to your clit and rubbed small, fast circles. Just the way you like it.

“Bucky, baby, I’m gonna come!” you screamed out.

With one more thrust he had you coming around his cock. It took a few more thrusts for him to release his hot, thick seed inside you. You were completely blissed out. He pulled out slowly and went to grab a wash cloth to clean you both up. When the coarse fabric hit your aching core, you jumped a little. You were still sensitive to any small touch.

Bucky’s face was red and he looked just as blissed out as you. He put the washcloth in the laundry bin and got back in bed with you. He pulled the sheets up and brought you into his arms.

“I love you, Y/N. You need to learn to relax more.” He told you as he pulled up your Netflix.

“I’m feeling pretty relaxed right now.” You retorted sleepily. He heard him giggle and then you were fast asleep before he could even pick a show.  

Tags: @opaque-daydream @ursulaismymiddlename @betsy1066 @imagine-all-the-fandoms @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @pacifikaproudaotearoa @tieddown-withbattleshipchains

5.26.17 // 3:00pm // guide to post exam season

so your exams are over, for better or for worse, and you’re probably wondering – what now??? maybe you’ve taken a few days off and want something to do or are trying to capitalize on your productive bubble. whatever the case, here are some things you can try (requested by @gretheresa ):

1. take a break. you need one. even if your exams weren’t too taxing (lucky you), you’ve been working hard all year and deserve a breather. unless you absolutely don’t have time, take a couple days off.

2. clean your room. chances are, in the stressful time that is exam season, your room has devolved into a war zone. take some time to clear the papers off your bed and recycle all the bottles of coffee that you’ve left lying around. a clean room is always nice and tidying up will help you separate/move on from the stress of exams.

3. go through your schoolwork. paper is really frickin heavy and you generally accumulate a lot of it through the year. go through your folders and binders and recycle useless homework or other things you’ll never look at again. start thinking about selling/returning your textbooks. this can also be a fun time to look back on the year and maybe save some of the assignments you’re really proud of. just don’t save everything ;)

4. stay in touch. depending on how things work at your school, you might never see your classmates again after exams are over. especially if you’re in college. make sure you get the numbers of people you want to stay in touch with and say your goodbyes. 3 months is a long time.

5. new/old hobbies. pick up something you’ve always wanted to try or resume doing something you love but didn’t have time for. now you’re free (at least til your internship starts) so make the most of it.

6. thank your teachers. were there any teachers you had this year that were absolutely phenomenal? or maybe they just became a really good friend and resource. take the time to write them a note or get them a small gift. they’ll really appreciate it, i guarantee. 

7. ask for recs. are you a rising senior? now might be a good time to start asking. depending on how busy your teachers are, you might be able to wait until after the summer, but it doesn’t hurt to ask. they might ask you to remind them or ask again later, but this way you’ll be on the top of the list. also, asking while the year is still fresh on their minds is good since the hard work you put in or the little things you did for them will still be in their memories. teachers are busy people and can’t remember everything!

8. enjoy yourself. if you still have school after exams, have fun with your friends before you all part ways for the summer. sure, you might still have some assignments, but don’t bother being perfect with them (as long as you don’t mess up your grade).

these tips are more to do with the academic “wrap up” that you need to take care of before you leave, but there are plenty of more fun things you can do as school ends and summer starts. lmk if you want a post with some suggestions for those types of things and i hope this was helpful! xoxo, m 

Culture Shock part 2 (Jungkook angst)

I’m terrified that this is the last time I’ll ever see you.

Originally posted by imaginesbts

Part one Part three Part four

Word count: 1.8k

Genre: Angst


Jungkook,

I hope this letter finds its way to you. I know it’s a little weird and out of the blue, but I’m visiting Seoul and I saw you. What are the chances? The one person that I was scared to run into and I saw you in a restaurant with your girlfriend.

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anonymous asked:

Do you ever just feel like your art will never be liked or that it's trash?? I've tried everything I could to try to be the best artist I can be yet I can't say that I'm even close to liking my art..

anon, if you’re completely satisfied with your art right now you wouldn’t feel the need to improve, right? with the internet, we’re exposed to artists with all sorts of art styles and feel the pressure to reach to their level but remember.

it’s okay to feel unsatisfied and dislike your art, you’re not alone. artists are seldom content because our eyes are always on higher goals. you may not know it, but inside your subconscious might just KNOW that you can do better.

that day may not be today, or in a month, or in a year? but so what? you WILL do better without a doubt. and that day will come as long as you don’t give up on this long tough journey.

Breakfast

Summary: You wake up in Steve’s arms after your first night together

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader; College AU!

Word Count: 954

Warnings: implied sexual themes, mentions of sex. No smut though.

A/N: I’m BACK!!! I am done with my exams now and have plenty of time to write. Anyway this is for @bionic-buckyb‘s 5k AU writing challenge. My prompt was: “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

Originally posted by hothothotgg

The first thing you registered was the warm sunlight on your face, leaving behind a pleasant feeling. Smiling slightly, you kept your eyes closed and allowed your senses to concentrate on the different sensations surrounding you.

Your head laid on a warm pillow, which was incredibly comfy. Smiling wider, you snuggled deeper into your pillow, its comforting scent engulfing you. You felt yourself inhaling and letting out a relaxed sigh.

Moving your legs, you intertwined them with something… else and though you didn’t really knew what it was, you didn’t really care. You were just too relaxed. Your blanket pooled around your hips and you felt a strong arm on your back.

The arm tightened its grip on you and pressed you further against his body. Happily you snuggled against him and decided to slowly open your eyes.

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