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This post killed my family and spit in my face

take it back now nya'll

one glomp this time! :3c

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idk dude I just think it’s a little insensitive of you to be tweeting jokes when the note of dame just died but whatever

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reigen memes that make me go [redacted] in no particular order

ass edits

deep fried edits with stupid shit on them

“"reigen if you read this please call me”“

”“reigen please answer my calls”“

amvs with the impact font and very niche songs

nobody nobody nobody noobody nob

imagines that make no fucking sense

y/n its me, reigen arataka, your boyfriend. youre in a coma and

thot stance

that kind of tweets that go like

reigen: where the fuck my shit go

me in the stall next to him:

chad shimazaki vs incel reigen

that me!me!me! mmd

aight babe im in the pads aisle

any regard of him being a boomer

if you dont love me at (manga) then you dont deserve me at (anime)

instagram video edits with that sexy scene in the thumbnail you know the one

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save him

also look at his phone i just hdhsk

source

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How to Handle Having TOO MUCH To Do

So let’s say you’re in the same boat I am (this is a running theme, have you noticed?) and you’ve just got, like, SO MUCH STUFF that HAS to get done YESTERDAY or you will DIE (or fail/get fired/mope). Everything needs to be done yesterday, you’re sick, and for whatever reason you are focusing on the least important stuff first. What to do!

Take a deep breath, because this is a boot camp in prioritization.

Make a 3 by 4 grid. Make it pretty big. The line above your top row goes like this: Due YESTERDAY - due TOMORROW - due LATER. Along the side, write: Takes 5 min - Takes 30 min - Takes hours - Takes DAYS.

Divide ALL your tasks into one of these squares, based on how much work you still have to do. A thank you note for a present you received two weeks ago? That takes 5 minutes and was due YESTERDAY. Put it in that square. A five page paper that’s due tomorrow? That takes an hour/hours, place it appropriately. Tomorrow’s speech you just need to rehearse? Half an hour, due TOMORROW. Do the same for ALL of your tasks

Your priority goes like this:

5 minutes due YESTERDAY

5 minutes due TOMORROW

Half-hour due YESTERDAY

Half-hour due TOMORROW

Hours due YESTERDAY

Hours due TOMORROW

5 minutes due LATER

Half-hour due LATER

Hours due LATER

DAYS due YESTERDAY

DAYS due TOMORROW

DAYS due LATER

At this point you just go down the list in each section. If something feels especially urgent, for whatever reason - a certain professor is hounding you, you’re especially worried about that speech, whatever - you can bump that up to the top of the entire list. However, going through the list like this is what I find most efficient.

Some people do like to save the 5 minute tasks for kind of a break between longer-running tasks. If that’s what you want to try, go for it! You’re the one studying here.

So that’s how to prioritize. Now, how to actually do shit? That’s where the 20/10 method comes in. It’s simple: do stuff like a stuff-doing FIEND for 20 minutes, then take a ten minute break and do whatever you want. Repeat ad infinitum. It’s how I’ve gotten through my to do list, concussed and everything.

You’ve got this. Get a drink and start - we can do our stuff together!

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don’t kill urself babygirl

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Invincible— Aminé

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Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness.

A tear streams down my left cheek.

Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.

It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how would I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll.

‘Rule #1: no killing people,’ it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans. 

Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.

Rule #2: don’t show ur hair girl it’s ugly lmaooooo

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Hot takes that will probably get me called a bigot on this hellhole

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when i’m telling a story and a friend interrupts:

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sorry not sorry (credits to @arianwen44 for the artwork)

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Kaminari: wait I’m having one of those things.

Mina: …?

Kaminari: you know, a headache with pictures

Mina: …an idea?

Kaminari: y e a h

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when fergie comes on in the club and u hear “If u aint got no money take yo’ broke ass home”

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3 years ago I got off work late & was in line at the grocery store and I accidentally made eye contact with a white boy in a SnapBack, he looked me up and down then in the sleaziest voice said “Salaaaa malaikum” to this day it echoes as I see him vividly during sleep paralysis