#AND IT DOESNT HELP THAT OUR TEACHER IS SO LAZY

[aryomengrande]

my god this js transported me to high school, right at the plaza when i would ask my best friend (who was in the star section) to help me with algebra after class and i just couldn't get it the first or second time and she would js go 'haha it's ok if u don't get it right away, i'm not going home yet' ｡°(° ꒦ິᯅ꒦ິ° )°｡

[girlsbeingtheirbestself]

day 2 of doing your best 💓

hey guys! welcome back to day 2 of reaching our full potential and getting out of a rot.

ok so how did you find yesterday? if you have read yesterdays blog? 💓 idk abt you guys but i found it difficult to not pickup my phone and difficult in general but i felt less tired (even after all the exercise) and more happy and clean and confident. lmk in the comments how you felt and write it in your notebook/ journal! 

so guys we have a problem. i have exams coming up and rot + exams= fail. but we are getting out of the rot so i’ll tell you my best tips. for anything that i have to do but i dont want to i either pretend im in a tv show like rory gilmore studying for example or in a game like sims and pretend its my own house not my parents and i clean and feel grownup or i make an aesthetic for it or i pretend im a shopkeeper and i say to my customers ‘oh let me tidy the shop before you come in ‘ etc etc.

so the aesthetic one is super helpful and i have some aesthetics for you for days of the week that i found on pinterest that really helped me!

Monday: New week, new motivation, a pile of finished homework and a nicely organised pencil case. A clean, fresh bullet journal spread and empty to-do lists. Your outfit is ready for you when you wake up, prepared the night before.

Tuesday: Getting into the rhythm, your favourite tunes and morning runs. Your journal starts to fill up, cute drawings decorating the pages. The world seems slow, the week long as it has just started; yet it is chaotic at the same time.

Wednesday: Hump day. Early morning coffee and messy lecture notes, sticky notes with reminders and to-do lists, scribbling on white boards and collapsing in bed with blankets and a good book after a long day, the distant sound of rain hitting your windows.

Thursday: Grabbing brunch with friends and laughing at old memories, green smoothies and almond croissants. Friendly curious talks with your teachers and professors. Working on an assignment due weeks away and watching a movie by the fireplace.

Friday: Looking forward to the weekend, early morning study and typed notes. Going through colourful flashcards at a local cafe, friendly smiles and latte art. Going out at night and loud music blasting through your ears, walking home with friends under the cool air and peaceful stars.

Saturday: Green tea and cold water, warm showers and sleeping in. Readings and PowerPoints, looking out into the busy streets from your beautiful desk.

meeting with friends, engaging conversations during dinner and later crawling into the warmth and comfort of your bed.

sunday: lazy mornings and making pancakes in your pjs, finishing off homework and getting a head start on next weeks readings. dancing freely as you clean and organise and being comfortable in your own skin. doing your leftover homework for next week in comfy clothes with sade playing and rain hitting the windows. watching your favourite tv shows at night and going to bed early ready for the next week.

ok now for your routine for today! 

so hopefully you got a good nights sleep after yesterday. and wake up as early as you can but no earlier than 6 again! wake up, running shorts and baggy tee on again and run fast. it doesnt have to be far. just fast until your sweaty and tired and feeling wobbly and weak in your legs. walk back as soon as you feel that. now take deep breaths and stretch your body. drink water and then shower and tidy your room while playing your fav music and dancing and singing even if your terrible at it! then change into cute clothes and do your hair and makeup if you like that kinda thing (i just wear mascara and i sometimes style my hair) but do whatever suits you! then go downstairs and eat a healthy filling breakfast! then text your friends on messgaes or whatsapp WHILE STANDING. because i dont want either of us sitting scrolling our lives away ever again. then do whatever jobs you need/should do. if you have nothing, help your parents with something or deep clean your room. then meet with your friends for lunch. really listen to them. during a rot i generally just talk about myself if i meet up with people because i am too tired to pay attention. then when you get home think about what you spoke about. now eat a delicious dinner and, if you like baths, run a cosy bath just the way you like it with a tv show playing. my god you earnt it, you are doing so well if you have done up until here but how do you feel? because please, even if you are tired and not enjoying it please keep going, trust me you will feel better. before bed, hug your family and pets it will make you happy. then do your cosy nightime routine and settle into your bed at 9 / 10 LATEST and read until your tired and listen to a cozy sleep story and fall asleep.

alr guys that your routine! 

im so proud of you guys! i dont think anyone is reading this but yeahhh! if your struggling with anything feel free to message me 💓

ok let me know what other kinds of blogs you want 

lots of love xoxo

[tasmanianstripes]

Absolutely hate it when language classes aren't split into two groups only because there aren't enough people in class

Literally curb stomping people's education and skill growth for some arbitrary number

[lovingumi]

hii can i request for a suna angst to fluff where suna hasnt been spending time with his gf cause hes been planning a surprise party for her birthday but one the day of her birthday he decided to not greet her because he wanted to surprise her but then he sees her crying in a corner when they were about to go home and she doesnt tell him why then he brings her home then boom surprise hehe thank you

— surprise.

⤷ hii can i request for a suna angst to fluff where suna hasnt been spending time with his gf cause hes been planning a surprise party for her birthday but one the day of her birthday he decided to not greet her because he wanted to surprise her but then he sees her crying in a corner when they were about to go home and she doesnt tell him why then he brings her home then boom surprise hehe thank you

synopsis: suna surprising his girlfriend for her birthday, only to hurt her in the process because of the lack of communication.

pairing: suna rintarō x fem!reader

warnings: none

+ i’m sorry for taking so long, really. and i’m sorry if you meant this in way that they would be adults and not high schoolers, i realized that it could be that after almost being done with writing it. not too happy with this one, but my skills have gotten a bit rusty </3

“_____? hey, _____!” you woke up from your daydream and stared in to osamu’s eyes, blinking as realization came back to you. “we’re done, we can go home.” you looked around in the classroom and saw that it was already empty besides the two of you and the teacher.

he was already gone too.

“rin already left and went home, didn’t he?” you mumbled, packing your bags as you glanced at the miya. he grimaced and nodded. “yeah, he’s been kinda busy lately.”

you cocked your head and let out a bitter chuckle. “i’ve noticed.”

the two of you met up with atsumu and started walking home together, since the three of you lived close by each other.

“say, twins.” you kicked a stray pebble, watching it flick to the side of the road as you heard them both hum.

“is he planning on breaking up with me? is that it?” your grip on your bag tightened as you sunk your teeth in to your lower lip, not wanting to get emotional at the thought of losing him right before your birthday.

“what? no—!” your head snapped up to look at atsumu, your brows furrowed as you realized that they wouldn’t say anything to you. they wouldn’t betray their friend for some girl they happen to know.

“should’ve figured you guys wouldn’t say anything.”

the rest of the way was silent, with some occasional jokes coming from atsumu that no one laughed at and osamu just telling him that he should stop.

you were about to go left as the twins were about to go right until osamu called your name. “please don’t doubt him, _____. he really does love you, just be a little more patient.”

your eyes were cast down as you nodded, smiling while waving them off as you were on your way back home.

you didn’t receive a goodnight text either.

the next day the twins arrived at your home earlier than normal with grins and a birthday cake. a sweet smile appearing on your face as you saw these two dorks at your doorstep.

“gonna invite us in and eat the cake or do you wanna stay here and do nothing?”

you giggled, opening the door wider for them to enter and start your day with some cake and two boys that would probably eat everything.

although you secretly hoped for someone else to come.

after having eaten a tiny piece and gotten ready for the day, you left with each twin by your side and started the school day with a smile accompanied by some anxious feelings that were brewing inside of you.

and him avoiding you didn’t help in the slighest.

the day passed with you barely seeing your boyfriend. every time you spotted him and had a split second of eye contact, he immediately dashed and left you alone by yourself. so you just stopped trying for the rest of the day and focused on your lessons while watching the clock tick slowly.

you walked outside to the tree that started blossoming it’s pretty pink flowers after you were done for the day, leaning against it as a soft breeze went through your hair. the sky was blue with faint clouds decorating it, the sun shining bright and giving you a perfect birthday.

if it wasn’t for him acting like this.

yet you decided to wait for him at your meet-up place, wanting to know what this was all about, even if it meant that it would break your heart in the process.

but you just couldn’t stop your frustration and anxiety from tipping over.

“hey, thanks for waiting, let’s g-“

the second his eyes settled on you, he stopped his sentence. he noticed your puffy eyes and red nose, guilt immediately filling his body at the thought of him abandoning you for a day or three having this much effect.

“can you bring me home, please?” you whispered, avoiding his eyes and crossing your arms over your chest.

he nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking quietly besides you. “that was the plan anyways, i’d never let you walk home,” he tried, glancing at you for a second.

you nodded, eyes dead set in front of you as your legs took you to your home.

“i know.”

the birds singing and the leaves shuffling against each other filled the quiet air, your once tensed face easing up at the serene environment around you.

moments later you arrived home, turning around to face suna who shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “thank you fo-“

“can i come in?”

you blinked at him, not understanding why he suddenly wanted to be around you and daring to interrupt you after everything he pulled. you just shook your head, not having the energy to give him an answer and turned around, unlocking the door.

you took off your shoes and felt his chest pressed against your back in the tiny entrance. you quickly stepped into the living room, only to be greeted with your friends and family members with balloons of your favourite colours hanging around.

“surprise!!”

you stared at them, your mouth slightly open and eyes wide.

“.. huh?”

atsumu stepped forward and brought you in for a hug, your side pressed against his as he pulled you further down the living room. “why is our birthday girl lookin’ so sad, huh?”

you blinked, the function of talking having disappeared as you quickly pulled away from atsumu and turned around to suna who stood there awkwardly.

“happy birthday, _____”

you squinted your eyes for a split second and turned to the rest and thanked them, telling them you’d be back in a moment after talking with suna.

he raised his brows and turned around, walking back outside with you following quickly after.

“this is why you ignored me? you planned this?” he nodded, grimacing at the way you were being to straight with it.

tears filled your eyes once again as you punched his chest weakly. “y-you had no reason to do that to me! you could’ve remained how you were, why did you need to make me feel like i did something bad?” you cried, your fists on his chest as your head fell between them.

“i- i thought you were going to break up with me.”

he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, pressing you closer to himself as the two of you just stood there in front of your door.

“i’m.. sorry. i could’ve handled it better.” you nodded, sliding your hands away from his chest and around his waist instead. “yeah, indeed you could have,” you sniffled, starting to feel better as all the negative thoughts and energy left your body.

“idiot.”

you felt his chest vibrate, his soft and low chuckle ringing through your ears as you lifted up your head and stared into his emerald green eyes.

“but.. thank you. i appreciate it, rin.”

he hummed, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your forehead. “it was no problem, baby.”

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and pulled away from him. “now, let’s see if you got a good present that can make up for your stupid way of handling this.”

he grinned and rolled his eyes. “please, my present is easily the best, tsk.”

you cocked an eyebrow and laughed. “oh yeah? let’s find out, mr. i’mthebest,” you mocked, only to receive a lazy mocking back.

and so you grabbed his hand and pulled him back inside with you, immediately being greeted with osamu’s smile that basically told you ‘i told you so, didn’t i?’

and you just nodded, tightening your grip on suna’s hand as atsumu told you to open his present first with a mouth full of onigiri.

these guys weren’t perfect and didn’t necessarily execute the things how they should be executed, but their intentions were always pure and you’d forever be grateful for their presence in your life.

[3rdgymbros]

is it okay to ask for some comfort?

you see, i have class in 30 mins. but i'm so nervous and scared and i feel like crying and there's this uneasy feeling in my stomach all because i'm scared of my teachers T^T

i'm in grade 11 so yea i understand the need to be strict since we're literally young adults but my introverted and social anxiety is scaring me because, i'm not close with ANYONE at all in my class, i have no friends there :(( whenever there's groupings and the teacher tells us to pick our members, i just stay quiet hoping atleast one would choose me :< one time no one did, so the teacher had to be the one to put me in one, and let me tell you it's the worst feeling ever

but that's not what i'm scared and anxious of right now, i have an assignment that was due jan 15 and i still haven't passed it... my teacher in that subject is very strict and i have to see them today... i'm scared. i know it's my fault for not doing it but i promise you it's not because i'm lazy, for some reason i get really anxious when viewing the assignments tab so i never check it... i want to do them right now, but my body doesnt want to comply. i'm procrastinating to the point where i could be playing my favorite game but still not enjoy it because the assignment is at the back of my mind T^T im scared, my class is almost gonna start and i really just dont wanna get humiliated

not only rhat but todays also the day i hahe that subject with another strict teacher, who im scared of to the point of stuttering. i can't undersrand politics, i try my best but if my mind has made up that im not interested in it, i cant really force myself to learn it

im sorry for the rant, i have no one to tell this to other than a stranger, im just really nervous

Hey, I'm really sorry for the late reply, and I'm really sorry that I can't give any useful advice to help out.

Anxiety can suck. A lot. It sounds like you have a lot on your plate right now, with all your school work and assignments and I really hope that things get better.

[yan-twst]

hello! i would like to request for fluffy headcanons on how ace, leona, lilia, and trey would take care of their sick s/o 🥺 thank you in advance!! :D

ace trappola

hes trying!! hes trying and thats what matters

ace doesnt get sick often (teenage boys are indestructible), so he isn't 100% sure what to do, but he feels like he has to do SOMETHING

he's going to lightly tease his darling quite a bit to cover up how much he's fussing and worrying over them

ace gets pumped very easily- even more so at the idea of being his darling's caretaker. he's gonna go out to get them medicine and some warm soup- that's what he had when he got sick as a child so it should do the trick, right?

dummy probably forgets the reason why he's being so doting is an illness and kisses his darling; next week the roles are probably gonna be reversed when he gets sick as a dog from kissing his sick darling and they have to care for him

trey clover

trey has got this under control. he's quick to make his darling go rest and relax, to contact teachers so they don't get in trouble and miss class, and ask any of the heartslabyul members in the same class as his darling to bring back notes and homework

he is already caring by nature, so nursing his darling back to help is no challenge. let him pamper them and bring them food, maybe even change damp towels on their forehead if they're running a fever; he's more than happy to do so

while his specialty is in baking treats, he can whip up a delicious soup or porridge for his darling. they can't just go and eat whatever- their stomach needs something gentle! he's probably going to ask if he can spoon feed them (even though they can do it by themselves just fine)

his darling better expect a speedy recovery under trey's care. he'll make sure they get plenty of rest and eat every day so their body can get better- in no time they'll be as good as new! which is good, because trey missed hugging and kissing them

leona kingscholar

the herbivore got sick...? crap. he is completely aware he might not be the best caretaker, but he isn't just going to let someone else tend to his partner in their moment of vulnerability

leona is a big believer in the time-tested "sleeping it off" method for sickness. he's probably even going to cuddle up to his darling and sleep along with them (even though sleeping with a sick person like that... is never a good idea. he doesn't care)

still, he won't just leave his darling at the mercy of their body's immune system. he'll go so far as to not only get medicine from the infirmary, but eve ask ruggie for any herbs or tea he can get to help them- he wants them healthy again quick so he can kiss them and be close to them

leona may be quite lazy, but he's making sure his darling is doing well. food, medicine, even helping them with any other symptoms that pop up (fever? he gets a wet towel. headache? soothing tea)

it wouldn't be shocking if by the time his darling got better, he'd caught whatever they had going on; however, leona is quite sturdy, so chances are he'll barely be sick... still, he's gonna expect to get cared for in return!

lilia vanrouge

lilia coos and keeps talking about how silver sometimes got sick as a child and how he's an expert in nursing humans back to health

most of the things he does quite well- lilia is quick to make his darling rest and take their medicine, and to make sure they're comfortable

... however, his "soup to heal his darling" is... well, whatever it is, it's bad. tastes bad, probably causes phsychic and physical damage- if his poor darling even tries it our of pity, they're guaranteed to get sicker

lilia may sulk a bit over his soup not getting an amazing reception (however once silver tells him he's "gonna kill his partner if he keeps cooking for them when they're sick" he stops), but this jusy means he's gonna bring meals from the cafeteria or ask someone else to make his darling some comfort food that won't be too though on their sick form

lilia logically knows he should keep his distance while his darling is sick, and he's a VERY patient man, but... well, he ends up smooching their cheek and cuddling up to play videogames with them in bed even while they're a sniffling, sneezing mess- and yet he doesn't get sick...? it's a mystery to everyone, and lilia just laughs when asked how??

[avellanas-nutty-empire]

Covid has really been hitting people hard, but today, as a University student in her third term, I'd like to talk about schools spesifically

I remember last year in my second term when classes got moved online. I had an anxiety attack week one because I just couldent do it. I just cant do school things while I'm at home - I cant even read for leasure (something I really enjoy doing) at home. Theres too many House things to do at home, that's why I designated spesific things to do elsewhere. But now I cant leave my house except for work.

My english teacher too, told me of the day it was announced the whole college was going online, that he saw teachers crying in the hallway. If I were teaching that year it would have been me aswell. But instead, I took the 2020 fall term off, picking up more hours at my essential worker job with my terrible boss who somehow hadn't gotten fired yet. I took the term off, hoping to avoid the chaos of online learning while it was at its worse. But I couldent avoid online school forever, if I skipped a second term in a row i would have to re-enroll; an unnecessary spending of 50$.

This 2021 spring term, I was talking with my counselor about the due date to drop classes; he said the final day to drop without getting marked down for it AND fined for a late fee was feb 17th, a good 3 or 4 weeks after classes start. Great. Except today I got an email saying a 3% late fee would be applied by the first of February.

That was 17 days of class I could have spent figuring out if I had too much on my plate or not. I was already prity confidant I would keep astronomy and psychology, but Spanish Film became a big issue today. The teacher was sick the first 2 days, so today was our first real lecture. Her native language is spanish, and thus she has an accent. An accent I just cant understand (none of which is her fault).

It's hard enough paying attention to the zoom lectures, but now I dont even know what the teacher is saying? How am I supposed to deal with that. I tell my mom and shes completely unremorsful - saying I should just turn up the volume (I have sensitive ears and would like to actually be able to hear when I'm her age so hard pass - it also genuinely just does not work for me, I did try it) or I should just drop the class. But then I start wondering what if this spanish film is the one class for its UCORE requirement I can actually pass? What if the other options are harder and I make things worse by dropping it? What if - what if - what if -

And I feel myself start to spiral. But I dont - I cant have another anxiety attack over online school. This is only the beginning of the term, I barely made it though the last 4 weeks of last years term. Pull yourself together and just email her

I finally gather enough courage to press send on the email I typed up asking her to see if she can figure out how to add CC to help me pay attention and focus (and also just genuinely know what the fuck she is talking about cause I was so lost today). A few hours after I send that email, she posts the next film and assignment along with graphic scene warnings for the film. I cant even read the warning sentence without almost getting triggered.

At first I thought telling her about it would be out of the question, considering she still hadent responded to my previous email - that would be asking for help twice in one day on 2 different subjects. But as I keep thinking about it, weighing my options, I cant stand it anymore. The warning sentence alone was too triggering - and if I watched the scene I would surely get worse and worse symptoms of my irrational fear. I cant watch that scene. So I email her again telling her as much, asking for an alternate film to watch (as she stated she would do if students needed one) or if I should just try to skip past the scene and watch the rest of the film.

She emails back rather quickly, saying not to worry and I dont have to watch it. But she doesnt say anything about an alternative and still hasnt responded to my other email. I start to worry again. How bad of a student must I be to ask for help/special circumstances on 2 completely different areas of the class to put me on an equal playing field in less that 12 hours. Now I'm that student that's always asking for special things to help me. What if it turns out I'm lying about needing them and I'm just doing it to be lazy and get out of extensive work? How terrible of a student must I be then?

No. I remember in 8th grade my math teacher told us about 2 students he used to have that raised their hands and asked a lot of questions every day in class, and one day they came up to him and said 'we must be your worst students, huh' and he was all 'on the contrary, you are my best students'

They asked questions. They asked for help when they were confused, and they learned a lot more by asking than doing otherwise - I'm sure a few other students learned at least a bit from their questions too.

So no, I am not the worst student for asking for accommodations. I'm a responcible adult who genuinely wants to learn from that class and not fail or need to drop it. I want to be successful. And if that teacher wont help me, it's not worth taking her class.

So go forth, and ask your teachers questions with the youth of a 6 year old asking random off topic questions just for fun!

Tl;dr you arent the worst student ever for asking for help no matter what kind of help or how much you ask for - it just makes you a better student, and better than the teacher if they refuse to help you :)

[pandastern]

Gravity (Bakugo x OC)

Part 4: Different Convictions (past)

Bakugou x Vigilante!OC

Warnings: angst, explicit language, violence

Word count: 2433

Genre: enemies to lovers ; angst ; romance

When a new student makes an entrance, Bakugou has a real bad feeling. There is something about this girl that just doesnt feel right. From the flaming hair to the calculating glint in her green eyes, everything about her just pisses him off.

Little does he know that his fate is intertwined with the person he despises so much, defining his future path in a way he would have never expected.

“Fuck…”

Artemis sat in the courtyard at the back of the school, her arms dipped into the cool water of the decorative fountain UA had built to make the space more… decorative.

The cool water soothed the growing ache in her body. Her arms and hands, in particular, hurt from the overuse of her quirk. Artemis sighed deeply. In her head, the fight played again and again. She had lost control. She had become so close to breaking the rules she had given herself. Disgust spread through her gut until she felt like she had to gag.

No, she couldn't let that happen ever again. 

“Artemis?” The low, rumbling voice of her homeroom teacher made her flinch.

“Mr Aizawa.” She sighed and shook her head, dunking her arms deeper into the cold water.

Aizawa narrowed his eyes at his new student. He could clearly see the burns on her skin. “So...are you just going to sit there, sulking like a child, or are you going to tell me what happened there?” he said, sighing deeply, his lazy drawl making his voice deeper. “If your arms are burned, you need to see Recovery Girl.”

“No, I'm fucking fine. I don’t need help, thank you very much. Leave me alone,” Artemis hissed through gritted teeth.

“Ah, I see,” Aizawa replied dryly. “It's practically normal to forcefully rip out a whole school’s water supply in mere seconds.”

Sitting down next to her, he crossed his arms and gave Artemis a stern look. Her eyes flickered up to him, a myriad of emotions passing through those green orbs. Suspicion, anger, fear… He had seen these kinds of eyes before.

“Miss Moon, I’m giving you one last chance to tell me. I won’t ask again.”

Her jaw clenched. Aizawa kept his unflinching eyes on her, studying every movement. Finally, she let out a ragged breath.

“Yeah well… I got angry. I lost control. Shit happens!” she growled, evading his gaze. “Are you going to expel me? Give me detention?”

Her last words sounded more like a challenge than anything else. So much defiance in such a small body.

“No. Here at UA, we dont expel students for accidents,” Aizawa responded. “The principal won’t be pleased and the school will be without water for a while, but what is the city’s tax money is for.”

With a sigh, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a can of iced coffee from one of his pouches, opening it casually and taking a sip.

“In any case, it wasn’t just a one way attack. Rest assured that Bakugou will be reprimanded for his reckless behavior, as well. Whether you like it or not, if you want to be a hero, you will have to learn how to work and rely on others, even If you don’t see eye-to-eye with them.”

“Eye-to-eye? Sure, that’ll happen.” Artemis scoffed and looked up at him. “Relying on others... Funny you should say that considering you prefer to work alone, Eraserhead.”

Ah. So she had done her research before coming to this place. 

“Regardless, I am able to work with my colleagues seamlessly should the need arise. A hero has to be able to do both. If you can’t, you die. Simple as that.”

Aizawa could clearly tell that this stubborn girl in front of him wouldn’t crack. Not now, anyway. He sensed that there was something lingering under the surface of those deep green eyes that were way too old to belong to a 15 year old girl. He sighed.

“In any case, I would prefer that an incident like this does not happen again. The paperwork is horrendous. Am I understood, Miss Moon?”

Artemis swallowed and nodded. Shadows passed through her eyes, as if she’d just evaded grave danger. “Yes, sir. Sorry… about the pipes.”

Aizawa nodded and got up with a groan. “All right. Get yourself cleaned up and go home. Tomorrow won’t be any easier.”

As he walked away, he couldn't help but shake his head. There was something so strange about this girl, but he couldn't put his finger on it yet. He would have to keep his eyes on her in the future. For now, though, he had to prepare the rescue training trip the school had planned for his class for tomorrow.

Artemis sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. The sensation of the shaved side of her head still felt so incredibly unfamiliar to her. After her fight with Bakugou, she’d tried to save what was left, but she’d ended up having to finally admit to herself that the only thing she could do was shave off the burnt hair and give herself an undercut. 

Class 1A was currently boarding a bus to an external training facility. The flame-haired girl watched as their class rep Iida ushered every single student into the vehicle with ridiculous hand gestures while continuously blowing into his coach whistle like a caricature of a flight attendant. Artemis couldn't help but roll her eyes. It wasn’t that Iida was a bad person - in fact, he was as straight cut as a hero could be - but the boy was so much of a stickler it was tiring. 

When it was her turn to board, she let herself fall into the seat next to Kaminari and Sero and stared out of the window. She’d managed to lose herself in thought, when the scent of burnt sugar and nitroglycerin suddenly flooded her senses. Great.

“Heh, nice hair cut,water hazard,” came the smug, taunting voice of Bakugou Katsuki.

A quiet groan escaped her lips and she looked up. Crimson eyes stared down at her in a silent challenge. Hadn’t he had enough already?

“Ah, what a glorious day for you to remind everyone what a giant piece of shit you are. Congratulations, boom boom boy,” she replied with the sweetest smile she could muster. “Don’t worry, we know! No need to prove yourself.”

If looks could kill, she would have been dead this instant.

A small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. Artemis would have thought that getting almost shot in the face should have been enough to deter him from any further attempts to get a rise out of her. Seemed like she was wrong, though she’d be lying if she said she was disappointed.

“Tch. You little… I'm gonna kick your ass!” Bakugou spat.

“Oh, really?” Artemis chuckled. “That’s funny, considering that I wiped the fucking floor with your sorry ass yesterday.”

Ah, there it was. The blood vessel at Bakugou’s temple. Artemis couldn't help but smirk.

“You just got fucking lucky! Next time I’m gonna break you in half, trust me,” the ash blonde growled with gleaming eyes.

“Move along. No fighting on the bus. And hurry, we don’t have all day.” Aizawa’s voice cut through the tension before Artemis could retort.

As Mr Anger Issues walked along, grumbling something under his breath, Artemis rolled her eyes again. She really wasn’t in the mood for this today.

“God, I hope this guy gets diarrhoea for the rest of his goddamn life,” she muttered, directing her gaze towards the window again.

A snort next to her caught her attention. Kaminari gave her a mischievous wink and nudged her and Sero in a conspiring way

“You mean… explosive diarrhoea?” he snickered.

The image of that cracked Artemis up. “Well, as a quirk, it would suit him even better.”

“Ahem!” Aizawa’s warning voice cut them off.

“S-sorry, sir…” Kaminari muttered and scratched the back of his head.

Artemis sighed. There were a few things that she’d have liked to say, but she knew that Aizawa would be so quick to get on her back that it wasn’t worth it. At least at this moment.

“So, rescue training, huh?” Sero started in an attempt to change the subject. “I’m pretty sure they’re gonna divide us into teams again, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I think so, too. Artemis, you haven’t been in our other training sessions. Are you excited?” Denki asked, giving her a flirty wink.

Artemis chuckled softly. “Well…” She considered how best to word her response. “I’m… curious to see how it’s gonna work. Teamwork is always a challenge. It depends on who you’re in a group with, and who you’re up against.”

“That's true. Personally I’d rather not get paired up with Bakugou or Todoroki,” Sero said with a sigh.

“Ungh, yes,” Denki chimed in. “Don’t get me wrong, they are super hard hitters. But Bakugou is, well, Bakugo, and Todoroki freezes your ass If you're not useful. Bet you I’m gonna end up with one of them.”

That made artemis perk up. “Freeze you? So, ice powers… That is interesting. If I were paired up with him, I could most likely use his quirk as ammunition,” she said more to herself than to the boys next to her.

“I wouldn’t press my luck if I were you. He’s… not a team player. If you're not up to his standard and deemed useless, he’s gonna consider you dead weight and take you out,” Sero said, scratching the back of his head.

“Well, I’m not good at many things, but I certainly ain’t useless in a fight,” Artemis scoffed. “Though I do share his sentiment. Someone who can’t pull their weight in a fight is a liability. Taking them out of the equation is the easiest way to ensure success.”

“Damn, that’s… kinda badass?” Denki said a little nervously. “I didn't pick you for a solo player…”

Artemis shifted in her seat so she could face the boys next to her better. She could clearly see the naive sentiment in their eyes. Usually, the wide-eyed believed that teamwork made the dream work and everything was gonna be all right with ‘friendship’. Not exactly something she could ever understand.

“It’s not badass, it’s common sense,” she said, crossing her arms. “I’m not dying just because someone can’t pull their own weight. The mere wish of wanting to help without the skill to do so does more harm than good. So, best to get out of the way and let those who actually don’t mind getting their hands dirty do the work. This isn’t a game. You either fight and win, or you die. And a dead soldier is a useless soldier. Simple as that.”

That she even had to spell that out to a group of people who were set on becoming the future heroes of tomorrow made her blood boil. The oh-so-familiar steel inside her soul stiffened her posture and she sighed.

“Heroes nowadays spouting about teamwork and ‘oh, happy friends, let’s work together to create a dream’ is utter nonsense, if you ask me. It’s too easy to forget that this isn’t a popularity game. It’s a job. A job that can cost lives if it isn’t done right. No-one gives a fuck about how popular you are if you can’t do your job. Teamwork is only sensible if it’s beneficial for every party involved. It has to be result-oriented. Teamwork just for the sake of teamwork is stupid.”

Artemis ran a hand through her hair and directed her gaze out of the window again.

“That’s why I prefer to work alone. I know my abilities and I know myself. It’s nothing personal.”

The sudden uncomfortable silence that spread around her was something Artemis had not expected. Had she said something wrong? Looking back at Kaminari and Sero, she frowned. Both of them stared at her with their mouths slightly agape.

“What?” Artemis asked, confused. “Why are you both looking at me like I kicked a puppy in the face?”

“Dude,” Kaminari began, clearing his throat. “That’s… kinda harsh? Is that how you work over there in Europe?”

“Yeah… I mean, we are classmates. We gotta stick together. Who can we rely on if not on our friends?” Sero asked.

Artemis sighed again. “That's exactly what I meant. Yes, we’re classmates, but what does that really mean? Teaming up should essentially be dependent on the skills of each party that can work together to accomplish a goal. Whether you’re classmates or not has no part in it. For educational purposes, it might make sense, but in the real world, teaming up just for convenience will most likely turn deadly.”

“Sounds to me like you’re either scared shitless and don’t trust anyone, or you think you’re better than everyone else and arrogant enough to believe no-one can match you,” Bakugou interjected with a nasty smirk from his seat down the bus.

Artemis’s eyes narrowed at the angry blonde. He wasn’t as thick-headed as she’d thought in the beginning. It seemed that he was not only an excellent fighter, but also very perceptive. A dangerous combination. 

“Big talk coming from you, Mr I’m-Better-Than-You,” Artemis purred, leaning forward and focusing her eyes on him like a predator on its prey. “You pretend to be hot shit every day, Katsuki Bakugou, but what can you do exactly? Be loud and do more damage than necessary? My guess is you're overcompensating because you know you ain’t shit.”

“Tch, as if. Don’t act like you know anything about me, you sorry excuse of a squirt gun,” he spat and turned away in his seat.

Something told Artemis that she had hit the target quite well.

The bus came to a halt, and the conversations of the class became louder as a big glass dome came into view. Aizawa rose from his seat.

“All right, class, quiet down. I’m not gonna say it again.” He crossed his arms. “The pro hero Thirteen is gonna wait for you inside. I am expecting you to be on your best behaviour. I will not tolerate any stupidity, or I will make you all train after class ‘till you drop. Is that clear?”

The students hummed in agreement and started to get off the bus.

Aizawa’s dark eyes fell on the newest addition to his class. What he’d overheard her say on the bus ride made him feel slightly uneasy. While she had made some sensible points, her apathy concerning teammates and the people around her was concerning. It was a dangerous, slippery path that could easily go in the wrong direction. He would have to have a conversation with her about that, but something told Aizawa he’d have to be smart about it. Artemis had so many walls up, she may as well have been a high security prison.

He wondered what kind of life this child had lived up to that point that could possibly have made her that way.

[flyingcookierambles]

study plans?

recently i feel like my friend going to japanese college has motivated me to try to start studying japanese again. plus some spontaneous chinese here and there, more vocab/pronunciation/tone focused rather than grammar right now.

ended up a kinda long ramble lol, ill cut it up into two pieces.

i literally do daily: 1 duolingo so the owl doesnt hunt me down like the weak prey i am (any language)

i try to do once a day: 1 or 2 anki decks for vocab. for japanese i use many: JLPT N4, Genki 1 & 2 Including Genki Supplementary Vocab,  Core 2k/6K Optimized Japanese Vocabulary, 2500 Most-Used kanji. For Chinese I use the HSK level 1/2/3 word list. these are seperate, just a pain to type lol. i dont use wanikani actually lol. the renaming of radicals annoyed/confused me, who was forced to learn the names of the very proper strokes in high school chinese lol. plus having no assessment test and having to start over from the very beginning and then getting the simplest kanji wrong because i remember the radical by its shape or a stroke by its proper chinese name and not a silly american name (no i did not learn this character is actually wearing a hat or a pot lid. thats weird.), i just got kinda annoyed and went back to simple anki flashcards lol.

3-4 times a week: going over 2-4 grammar concept from genki 2 so far. partly because when i was studying with my 2 friends over the summer we were doing a cramming thing for our friend to to get up to standards of the college they were transferring to, now attending. as a result, we uhh. kinda skipped over basically all vocab. only did the grammar, and sometimes not even all the grammar. we skipped over really simple stuff (ie the volitionary form which is just slapping a ~ou/おう at the end of things) and the stuff that was just -te form + some extra words. so i’m finally properly going over that stuff in full, alone. plus im rewriting/digitizing my notes in onenote bc pencil and pen kinda smear/fade over time so this will just be better if i want to go to my notes for reference in the future. the ease of searching by control+f is also nice compared to flipping thru pages in confusion. i also feel like my learning style is def repetitive related, so going over things a second time works for me. (for japanese im using using genki 2/the genki 2 track on bunpro.jp. (this website is incredible and for the most part free. even if you want the premium sub version, the cheapest sub plan is $2 a month! while i dont have it, i did do the free trial when i first signed up and it was ok and you can totally do the free version and get all the barebones japanese grammar explanations from like 4 different textbooks) when/if i ever finish genki 2, ill just check out the minna no nihongo track on bunpro, more to see if there’s any grammar that gets covered in that one that genki doesnt have. if they’re just the same but a different order or something, ill just move on to the tobira track since its the intro to real intermediate japanese grammar.) i might check out the free textbook irodori, more out of curiosity than seriousness honestly. iroiro uses a different fluency grading system than the common JLPT N5-1 levels, iroiro uses the Common European Framework of Reference for Languages: Learning, Teaching, Assessment, or CERFL. Since im focusing on the JLPT N level standards and these are totally different curriculums and stuff, im not sure how helpful irodori will be to me at this point but ill look at it because its a free textbook. when i try to relearn chinese again ill dig out my integrated chinese textbooks (goodreads), only intermediate since i seem to have lost my beginner editions somewhere in my house between moving from college dorm to house every summer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . i might check out the all set learning site, it seems to both HSK and CERFL. ill probably review the HSK 1-2 stuff real quick since thats basically what i learned in high school/college and i kinda forget a lot since its been like 6 years now. then ill maybe hopefully finally get to HSK 3. ill try to watch videos from yoyochinese on youtube too. she explains things really clearly and helpfully to native english speakers in a way that my previous teachers havent been able to. ill stick to the youtube tho since ive heard that the actual courses from her website are very expensive for online self study tho, and purchasing a regular textbook would be cheaper lol. 

once a week: try to use words from anki decks + whatever grammar i learned in practice sentences/make up sentences yourself. this is a bit hard bc since im self studying if my sentences end up wrong/sounding awkward to a native speaker i am not really sure how to check lol. i’m on polyglot.city (a mastodon instance focused on language learning/blogging) and i post there sometimes and people have helped me/rated my sentences every now and then but recently its been very slow. (japanese, altho i hope that i regain enough of my mandarin skills to do this again sometime)

every 2 weeks: after accumulating grammar for a bit, i try to read a grade/language level appropriate short story in the language. (hint: the level of a toddler probably lol.) for japanese i started using satori reader, altho other short story apps exist. for chinese there’s du chinese and tcb/the chairman’s bao. honestly i use du chinese just because im too lazy to make an account for tcb, altho i may finally make an account and use it one day. one day..... (japanese and chinese)

for japanese i just want to get to tobira right now and then long term is simply reaching what is probably jlpt n3, the typical not quite fluent but still ok enough to conduct business or ask a native speaker for help in a convenience store. kinda eh, a good middle intermediate level. from that point, i should be ok enough to try to read a YA novel. no not a light novel (might try it tho) but like a regular novel for middle schoolers. or maybe doremon? ill see where it goes from there. i hope to at least be able to understand some of the things an average person would like a weather forecast on the nhk or a short newspaper article. maybe ill take the actual jlpt test someday.....not sure how to sign up/where to find it in my city tho....

for chinese, i just want to know more vocab and improve my tones/pronunciation right now. 

[bijoulilou]

If Eva and Justin Duarte Lived pt 1

It happened it again, that strange rustling in the forest. I hold my gym bag closer to my side as Taryn goes on about our teachers and what I missed during the day. Thanks to lacrosse practice, I had to miss her rehearsal for drama club. That's usually how it goes. Dad is supposed to pick us up but he's so busy commissioning some pieces for a collector.

Taryn always frowns and gets embarrassed when we tell people what our dad does. Nerd is how many people describe him but mom tells us to ignore them. She does calligraphy and has organic toiletries that many uppety women from our town love to splurge on. She spend all day making batches and selling them. Aside from the usual clients we also get some characters that come in that my mother ushers in to the back of her shop.

"I wish Vivienne would take me to one of her parties." Taryn mumbles, breaking me out of my reverie. I ask what she means and she rolls her eyes and tugs on my braids. Her hair almost identical to mine except she always has it down and naturally highlighted by mom's many concoctions. Honey's tones in her chestnut hair while mine is held back in a braid, has more reddish tones from being in the sun. Her skin highlighted by makeup while mine is always bare except for sunscreen and the stuff mom makes on my lips. "Jude, how can you be so clueless? Vivi has been going into the woods behind our house. She said she might take us one day." She squeals with excitement.

Vivi wasn't like Taryn and I, she was different. Growing up people would make comments and point out her eyes and ears. It once brought a lot of attention and we had to leave where we lived once in the middle of the night. Taryn doesnt remember but I do, I remember Vivi's eyes glowing in the dark as we talked to man with funny face and animal feet, his eyes glowed just like hers. For sometime we were home schooled in this new house we were walking to, near the forest. It wasnt until Vivi put her foot down and begged our parents to let us go to regular school that we finally got to hang around with normal people. Normal. That word felt so strange on my tongue, I tried not to say much. Especially in front of Vivi. That's all she wanted-to be like us. For her eyes to be a dull brown instead of a fiery amber with rounded ears instead of pointed ones. Sometimes she would change her features, in the way she could to look like us, human. But I would still know. After a while I kept my eyes open for others like her, and after a while I started to notice them and saw that I was watching. I clutched the crude hawthorn necklace mom made us wear. And Taryn hissed for me to put it away. I didn't and she grumbled the whole way home. I saw movement in the trees, the same tall lean figure, as pale as moonlight and just as dangerous. I gripped my bag and pushed on forward with Taryn loudly complaining of my rush when a boy with red hair steps out, surprising the both of us. Taryn doesn't see it at first but I do, that same inhuman way of movement and the laziness to his features. The same thing happens to Vivi when shes around iron for too long, but it feels different. its as if he were to lazy to put on a good show. He's smiles and introduces himself.

"Hello, I'm a friend of your sister Vivienne. Do you know if she's in?"

We're just down the road from our house, I can see it right down the path, through the the thicket of trees. I shake my head and don't answer. Trying to move around him but he's too fast. Taryn makes a little noise at the back of her throat and I'm relieved shes behind me as I give the boy a dark look. I'm wary that my lacrosse stick is on my dominant side, and my hand twitches at the thought.

"Locke, let's go these humans don't know where she is. Let's go before I get bored."

The dark hair boy I had noticed before walks over and presses the red head's shoulder in annoyance. I notice their strange clothing and I feel Taryn start to respond back.

"What do you mean human? Aren't you human too?" She asks and I fight the urge to narrow my eyes at how naive she is.

The boys share a look and their figures shift again revealing what I suspected they were. Just like Vivi only not entirely human at all. They're both so beautiful that it hurts to look but theres also something so unnerving about them that stirs the same primal urge to bare my teeth and growl at them the same way I see a dog snarl at wolves. Necessary and hopeless at the same time.

The dark haired one lifts his a cheek into a lopsided smirk. "Obviously we share some similarities with your absent sister. Alas, I'm not surprised to see you haven't noticed. With humans being as dull as they are."

My jaw tightens and before I can play along and feign ignorance like Taryn the red head, Locke as he was called looks at me with deep interest.

"You noticed though didn't you." He tsks and gets closer to observe. "You must be the clever one. Perhaps that's why you've been so interesting to--" his eyes begin to shift to the dark haired one whose rolled his eyes back in annoyance but I notice his grip on his friend tighten.

"Let. Us. Go. I hate to repeat myself." Locke recoils away from us, he smiles in a way to seem nonchalant but its obvious that he is wary of his friend's bad mood.

Just as they are about to turn Taryn makes a small noise and we all turn. "Vivi is probably waiting for you in the woods. She always goes there right before dark. Something about a party."

My eyes widen and I try to convey to Taryn that these boys are probably dangerous and looking for our Vivienne for a very bad reason. But Locke looks pleased and looks his arm through my sisters in glee

"Ah, you're probably right. Why dont we go meet her there?"

"No!" I say a little too loudly, the dark haired boy looks surprised at my outburst and I quickly try to rearrange my features. "Maybe shes waiting for us at home. You know how she likes to get ready for these sort of things." I smile uneasily and try to reach for Taryn but Locke wiskes her out of my grasp, she is too enamoured by him to notice.

"Maybe we should all meet up later, let us get ready?" Taryn smiles, totally entranced by Locke while I'm silently dying to run into our house and lock up the doors. Locke shakes his head. "

You look good enough to eat as is. Why bother?" Locke chuckles and moves to push Taryn's hair behind her ear.

"At least let us put down our bags-" Taryn giggles and Locke looks amused.

"Nonsense, let us carry them." He takes Taryn's bag and I grip mine tighter. "Surely, even you Cardan have some honor to hold a gentleman's bag." Locke grins coyly, and the hairs on my arms rise up.

The dark haired boy, Cardan, hisses and reaches out for my bag. I shrink back but he takes it anyway with an outstretched hand. Taryn and Locke have already gone into the forest, their laughter going deeper into the woods. I look up at Cardan whose trying his hardest to look bemused instead of concerned for his friend.

"C'mon human, I won't bite...at first." His lips tilt into a real grin but it feels like a threat. "If you don't your sister is going to be left with the likes of him, in a dark forest with a bunch of others like him."

"Fine." I bite out and hand him my bag. I stare at my lacrosse stick longingly. "Let's go, Cardan." I say mockingly. As I turn to walk after them, he grabs me by the elbow and I almost think he's going to strike me. But he doesn't instead he loops his arm through my own and leads me after them. He awkwardly carries the bag and I actually stop to show him that it's better when the strap is across the body, he stiffens as my hands go around him to adjust it. Almost as if he's never been touched before. My eyes go up to his and I can almost feel the pulse beneath my fingers on his chest.

For the first time I smile, " Don't worry I won't bite...at first." And I put my elbow out so we can loop our arms together again.

"What do I call you?" He asks after taking my arm and leading me once again to where hopefully Taryn, Vivi and Locke are.

"Ah," I say with a hint of sarcasm in my voice I answer" most refer to me as their majesty the Queen."

His eyes narrow and I can tell he doesnt find it the least bit funny. Technically I'm not joking, I do have the Queen on my varsity hoodie for Lacrosse and soccer. My reputation is that good that I've already been scouted for several schools , but I can tell Cardan could care less.

"What do I call you, my Queen?" There is surprisingly a bit of humor in his voice. I can't help but laugh and he watches in awe almost. " You can call me Jude."

[rainecloud020604]

below the cut is a bit of a long venty self reflection.. tw: sensitive topics, the specifics are in the tags

so with quartinteen going on i’ve had a lot of time to look at myself and my actions, i have a bad habit of over analyzing things and ripping them apart. including myself.

i’ve noticed that i keep a lot of things to myself to the point where its unhealthy, i dont tell people when im upset, i dont tell people that im hurt, i dont even tell my parents when i feel sick anymore unless i feel like im dying and need medicine and maybe a trip to the doctor. Im still scared to do that...

i get made fun of and mocked, told im overreacting when im sick or hurt by my parents. its really affected me, being told to walk it off cause im being a baby or im being a drama queen for attention i dont really want. its at the point where i have fallen into a habit of lying about my health, some days i feel like utter shit and i know it will show, i will tell some people, not my parents, my friends i talk to that day. it’s gotten to the point where i was ready to kill myself because my parents wouldnt listen and take me to a doctor after i could eat or drink anything for two weeks without immediately rushing to the bathroom, that was new years eve... i almost did, it took a lot to not do that, and i scared myself, i was scared to call a hotline, i was scared to move, go downstairs, speak, after i spent 30 minutes breaking down and begging my parents to take me to a doctor i was done with life and done with trying. This really affected me and shook me up for months, it was the first time in years i had ever thought about doing that, i felt horrible and miserable cause i scared a lot of people that night. 

my mental health is even worse than my physical health all the time, i normally wont talk about it when its bad unless someone asks, i’ve been brushed off so many times by my family i no longer have that confidence i used to. my dad for the longest of time told me my depression didnt exist until my doctor did, he told me i was lying for attention, he told me i didnt have anxiety, i didnt have anything wrong and i needed to shut up and pay attention, push through it and shut up. mental health issues were tabo around my parents for ages, when we got kicked out of our house and moved in with some friends my mental issues really showed through, this was around the time i joined tumblr, my parents would fight constantly and i fled here for safety, it was clear i had something wrong, all of my sibling do as well, my brother has anger issues and doesnt know how to cope with that, he tends to hit things and hit me when angry cause i pissed him off or was in his way, he’s 11 and three times my size. im 16. my sister has anxiety and depression as well, she always drags herself down and fakes a smile to everything, she cant handle being yelled at anymore. we all have faced abuse from my parents, and then moving into a super toxic and worse place for a year made everything worse, my parents stressed and fighting to the point where we would hide and cry cause it was so much. partially through that year i snapped at my best friends dad for being homophobic, racist and sexist, i said a few things and got suspended from my school while there was a sexual predator on the campus after my friends, he was never arrested and he tried to contact me recently because he was bored. i was broken for awhile but going to the magnet school i met some people who helped me. i made a new friend. that place that was toxic we left after they tried framing us for a bed bug issue and tried making us clean the entire house, and the guy who was my dads formal best friend called my mom a few nasty things and called us all lazy and ungrateful. i had a bike stolen during the move and they refused to give it back. we stayed in a hotel for a bit, i became everyones therapist for a few days, my brothers, sisters, moms and even my dads, i couldnt vent to anyone. we moved in with my grandma, my step grandpa turned out to be an abusive asshole and attacked my aunt and almost attacked my mom and grandma one night when we were going to bed, i had both my brother and sister in my room hiding and crying, i was comforting them and telling them the yelling would be over soon. 

my grandma had her ac detroyed, license plate stolen, other stuff stolen from her as well, i was scared to walk to school for a month and had to look at the door at all times. one day he randomly busted through the door and i broke down scared as hell because i was in line of sight and the first person he saw, and was in the same room as him. it took me awhile to recover from that. later on i started failing my classes, i couldnt keep up because my old school wasnt where they were, i was ahead but behind because my motivation slacked and i didnt want to be there, i started getting really sick, i went to try to see my guidance counselor one day because i was ready to break down at everything and i needed to talk to someone and possibly go home, i saw a different one, they recommended a mental health counselor and i start counseling sessions, when i checked out the nurse shamed me for not going to her and checking out. i walked home that day and cried. i started counseling sessions after that, i was still scared to speak about all of these issues, some weeks i didnt see her, others i did, the first day my ela teacher flipper her shit cause i was late that day to her class after i was at a counseling session for part of her class cause i needed to say things and speak. i lost the confidence to talk to me ela teacher after that. she would have issues with the fact that i couldnt speak loudly at times, part of the year she hated the fact that i drew in her class to focus, it took me twice explaining it before she would let me. later on that year she accused me of doing other classwork and make me hold up what i was drawing rather than walking over, i cried the rest of her class and had a panic attack in biology venting to a friend. my parents told me i was being dramatic after breaking down and explaining how my day went. i started to stop speaking up about my issues entirely to them. 

i’ve had issues when i am sick at school, i’ve gotten grounded for going home sick, after i was told i could call home, it was because the nurse said i looked tired, she also had told my dad that he knew me better than she did so she was unsure, he told me in the car i put the family to shame and made him look bad, took away my devices, left for work while i took a nap, i woke up still sick and felt even worse mentally, i forced myself to walk and finish up the rest of the school day. it took my mom yelling at my dad to get my devices back, he guilt tripped me after giving them back and i felt horrible for the weekend. 

my dad started saying i was faking being sick to skip school, keep in mind i have never skipped a day in my life and have always enjoyed going to school, he was just pissed off. my mental health was affecting my physical health, i wasnt able to see my mental health counselor for a month, when i needed to most. 

i started developing and eating disorder again, i started to only eat one meal a day, starve myself for existing, i’ve been fighting it for awhile, it decided to get worse, i am still fighting it. i am at a point where i can handle two meals a day again which is progress. 

when quartinteen started, that ment i was stuck at home, unable to focus on my classes anymore, and my counseling sessions were done in zoom, i wasnt ever in a safe place to openly speak. i tried pushing for therapy, my parents considered and agreed, they tried to figure something out and never got back to it. everything has gotten worse, not only in my head but the world around me...

keep in mind all this, happened in two years. most of the belittling and breaking me down however has gone on for most of my life.

i dont want sympathy, i want to get this off my damn chest, i dont want attention, i was this at hand so when i need to point at something that happened to me i have to reference to while im breaking down. im sorry about all this mess and wasting time typing this out and that right now isnt the time to hear me whine. 

[nostalgicbreathing]

Tips for Writing an INTP in the Narutoverse

(From an INTP’s perspective)

(Also if you have any questions about how an INTP would behave in a certain situation or with someone, please just let me know! Id be more than willing to offer some insight into our thoughts and actions:) )

Personality:

•Probably a Nara or at least mistaken for one (the intelligence and laziness).

•Daydreams a lot which some people may find disrespectful (teachers at the academy, hard ass shinobis)

•May come off as apathetic and disrespectful but we really just dont understand things like why should we respect you just because of your position? Why are you so focused on crushes when there is a constant war? Etc.

•Does things to make people angry because they are bored and find it amusing (we are also really good at it because we know exactly what to do/say to get reactions out of people we have studied)

•Trying to think ahead but the possibilites of the future are endless. Despite this we are good at predicting what will happen based on things we’ve noticed before.

Specialization/skills:

•Because of our intelligence, laziness, and creativity, we would probably specialize in genjutsu or fuinjutsu.

•Genjutsu because it requires little effort and it offers so much room to get creative (i really think the possibilites of this field are over looked).

•Fuinjutsu because... come on... its basically like coding for a computer. So many possibilities that we would use to our advantage (once again the possibilities for this are endless. A lot of people have their oc’s specialize or at least dabble in it but i personally believe most of the time they dont use it to it’s full potential).

•Would make sure to at least know the basics of medical jutsu because literally everyone should.

•We would keep our skills under wraps and draw as little attention as possible to ourselves because having the element of surpise is always an advantage.

•Most likely in intel or assassination

In battle:

•”Get this over with as quickly and efficiently as possible” attitude.

•Calm and a completely blank mask with a lazy (but aware) posture.

•Completely silent unless asked a question by a comrade (why do people insist on talking so much during battles. The only reason they do is to get an opponent riled up or scare them which doesnt really effect us).

•Staying near the back of a group during a fight because we know that we would just be wasting energy when we could whip out a seal or complicated genjutsu to just get it over with.

Looks:

•No flashy/memorable clothing. Something practical that would make us blend in.

•You can often times find us with a smirk and an unfocused look in our eyes while we constantly are thinking about random stuff.

•Almost constantly scrunched eyebrows although we never notice it because we’re so deep in thought.

•Paler skin from being inside because there really is no reason to be out unless training.

•(if female) keeps hair long for the ability to look like an unsuspecting civilian but keeps it tied up into a bun for practicality.

Thoughts on other shinobi:

•Hates shinobi like Jiraya who flaunt their skills so everyone knows just to make him look cool (but now the enemy has an advantage and is coming up with a plan to counteract the skills he knows you have... so good luck with that)

•Naruto Uzumaki: annoying and loud so we dont really like him. He interupts class time for loud comments that are unnecessary which is extremely annoying. However, we respect his cleverness when it comes to pranks and such. Also, we respect him for still being so kind despite constant bullying (which we dont understand because its not like the boy is possessed and acting under the control of the kyuubi)

•Sasuke Uchiha: clan pride is stupid so that immediately puts most Hyuuga and Uchihas at the bottom of their list. We would also think his revenge plan is a bit stupid but we would never tell that to his face because we wouldn’t want to disrespect them (but if a condescending smirk and quirk of the eyebrows is aimed at him from time to time, you cant blame us)

•Sakura Haruno: little to no respect. A bully who is loud and not fit for a fight. Thats really it. We may try helping her but after realizing she won’t cooperate, we give up. She gets angry at us because we often will pretend to not have heard what she’s saying (it’s amusing to us to see other people lose their cool).

•Kakashi Hatake: a lot of respect. Good shinobi who is still functioning after loads of trama. We love his dry and sarcastic sense of humor. His professionalism is admirable although his respect for the higher ups is a bit much. We might freak him out because he is interesting enough to grab our attention. As soon as we notice him our dazed eyes focus and sharpen on him and you can just see the gears in our head turning.

Let me know if you would like more insight on how we would think of a certain charcter!

[prorevenge]

After months of putting up with my roommate from hell, I got the revenge of lifetime and screwed her over out of a fuckton of money and got her to pay rent and life has never been sweeter! (This is a long one)

This is a long one but very much worth the ride, so buckle up. (also, English isn't my native lang, sorry if there are any mistakes)

This story takes place a couple of years back. During college, I lived with several roommates, all of them were nice and we got along well, except for this one bitch, let's call her Karen. if Satan and Hitler had a child and that child had a child with Stalin and Cruella de Vil, that would be Karen for you, she is a loud-mouthed stupid, egocentric bitch who has the face that scare the shit out of a toilet. She would never clean up after herself, she would always leave her plates and things at the spot where she last used them. I have lost counts of how many times, I caught her stealing my clothes without asking and if you so much as touch her clothes she loses her shit on you, or her drinking our lactose-intolerant roommates almond milk and any time we confronted her for drinking it, she would shrug and say "I only had a sip, stop being so stingy." She plays her music loud at night, invites stranger without giving any heads up, a time or two she didnt pay rent even though her parents are FILTHY RICH and she is wearing gucci and prada shit, Karen also fucking lies about everything, even things that are not worth lying about. like if she woke up 7, and you ask her, she'll lie through her fucking teeth and say she rose with the sun rise because she is a natural. (ps, this is something i actually heard her say to her parents while she was skypeing them....so cringy, who the fuck says that? but i digress)

Months we have fucking put up with her, of course we tried to get other roommates but unfortunately when we all moved in everything, all documents and contracts were done in her name so kicking her out would require a lot of effort and most of us were busy with school and work and life happens. So we ignore it as much as we can and try to move on.

We are now all seniors and in our final semesters, meaning graduation was coming, AND Karen is planning a backpack trip across Europe with her friends as a graduation gift to herself, this is important so remember this.

One of our roommates and my closest friend, Sasha, has had a crush on a guy that lives down the hall. Any time the two of them are together, Sasha and the Guy keep giving each other googly eyes and blushing faces; it was sooo cute. Sasha is a verbal autistic person and has never dated anyone because she has a hard time with socializing and understanding social ques and subtlety, which lets face it, that is the core of dating, especially flirting but with a lot of encouragement from me and the final roommate, Lola we got her to ask him out. He said yes. She was so happy, you guys, she flew back into the apartment and did an hour of happy dance with her arms flailing about and a shit eatin grin on her face; needless to say we were all so happy. Karen caught wind of this and it just so happens at that time she was having relationship problems, I guess her bf finally realized he's dating human garbage. Not one to be outshined, Karen behind all of our backs went to the guy's place and spun lies about Sasha, saying she is a serial cheater and even made a fake account for Sasha's so called bf. the guy never called Sasha, and eventually weeks passed by he told us why but by then Sasha felt like the damage was done and lost interest in him.

I. WAS. FUCKING. FURIOUS.

This, this level of dickery and bloody pettiness is the straw that finally broke the camel's back and I vowed I wouldn't fucking leave until I served my slice of justice. Here's another character that you must know about, Prof C. His wife two years ago was in a horrible car accident and as a result is in a wheelchair, this is especially problematic because she was a stay home mom that took care of their two special needs kids and they have a toddler at home. Home life is a mess for him, he is running ragged between working and single-handedly is taking care of his family, the uni took pity and also feared the workload would see one of their best and most beloved teachers leave the school struck a deal with him to help him out. In all of his classes there will be quizzes and midterms, this doesnt change, but assignments you submit and he corrects at the end of the year, this is important cuz our uni has zero tolerance on proffs that dont constantly update the students course works so that students have the chance to improve their grades.

Karen, the lazy and stupid bitch she is, is somehow skating through his assignments, even though they require a shit tone of research and writing. I accidentally learned that one of her older friends told her that she only needs submit the paper on its due date and to only write the first 3 pages and use a paraphrase tool for the rest of the paper so the plagiarism software wont detect it and would think its original material and when the end of the year comes, submit a hard copy but with the first pages being her actual work and the rest being completely plagiarized, professional work. Prof C won't know cuz the likelihood a man as busy as him thoroughly checking the work of 120+ students is pretty low. I grinned. A plan was beginning to formulate in my head. Oh, sweet mother of Jesus, she is going down! All semester long I let her do this for all of the 7 papers, one of them which is a term paper that has 20% on it alone, all the while I spied and gathered all of her pass codes, social media, her student ID, everything.

The end of the year came and I compiled all of her assignments, both the original one with the paraphrasing tools she used to circumvent plagiarism and the one she finally handed them in, and I even made photos were there are side-to-side comparison of the assignments. This is a good start but not enough. So, One day chillin at the living room I open a conversation about relationships, Karen is two timing her new boyfriend and is sleeping with some other Person. so, I ask her questions like "don't you feel guilty for cheating?" and "You do realize this is wrong?" and I even paraphrase my words in a way that is vague but also clear, for example I would say "It's not fair, so many people work so hard everyday to be successful and you are here cheating and lying your way to success." Karen, narcissistic as fuck, would respond with snippets of I dont care and how she isnt cheating, she is only having fun and that everyone does it so why not her too. This is too good to be true, even her answers are vague, its like god put his hand on my shoulder, looked me right in the eyes and said, "burry this bitch". and Id be damned if I didnt. As you probably have guessed it by now, I was recording EVERYTHING. The recording plus the photos, and her assignments were more than enough evidence, I sent an anonymous email to the Professor, and i tell the girls so that they can prep for the shit storm thats coming. Three weeks later, results are out. she failed and LOST HER SHIT. She was screamin, crying, wailing, what a sight to see! you best believe, the girls and I were laughing. She tried to talk to the prof, but he was not having it. she cried and begged for a second chance but he said a hard no. So now she has two options: she goes ahead and doesn't graduate with us, and takes on a whole 'nother semester for one measly course or take summer course and cancel her trip to Europe, which mind you she spent a fuckton on, something like 13, 000$ and I know it could have been much cheaper but Princess Karen only wanted the best so yh. The next couple of weeks she spent sleepless nights because she was calling and cancelling all the reservations she made, tryin to get her money back BUT (again, GOD really was out for blood that day) because the cancellation was so close to some her trip most places refused to refund, or some charged her cancellation fees. She only managed to scrap 5.5 K back together, lossin 7.5 K. OUCH!

Its not over, having damning evidence I, with earned gusto, told her she was going to pay all of the bills till we move out, which was in two months, payback for all the times she was late on payment or defaulted and she would from now do her part of the house chores or else Im gonna send it all to the admin and faculty dean and she will fo sho be kicked out and all those uni years will have been for nothing. She hated it, she fucking threw tantrums and cussed me out but my god if she didnt do whats told. she cleaned her stuff, apologized to Sasha for what she did, I forced her to come clean to her BF (dont know the guy but the few times i met him he was super sweet to us and i felt bad for the guy), I watched her actually do the dishes for the first time in like years. IT was fucking amazing and I don't regret it one bit. In fact, anytime I feel sad now as an adult, i kick back my feet and reminiscine and a slow shit eatin grin draws itself upon my face.

tl;dr roommate was super mean, i found out she was cheating on her assignments and so i snitched on her and as a result she had to stay the summer and retake the class again or else she wouldn't graduate.

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[strawb333ry]

my home economics teacher posted a post on classroom abt how she will fail everyone who hasn’t turned in every one of her assignments bc sHe dOeSnt hAvE enOuGh mAtEriAL tO gRadE uS like bruh i’m the only one in our class who actually does anything in the actual class but like she doesn’t give a flying fuck abt that the only fucking time she’ll grade what we do in the actual class is when we fuck up which is so fucking unfair like I’m dyslexic you can’t expect me to write 5 essays all with at least 20 pages each in two days like fuck no and not only that but I also have other fucking classes I have other homework and assignments to study to , I have five different National exams coming up and I haven’t had time to prepare for any of them bc of this bullshit also me not doing all of them emdiatly isn’t bc I’m fucking lazy , I have shit I’m going trough , my life isn’t fucking fun , I tried to kill myself two fucking days ago , there’s a lot happening in my life and my teachers not taking my dyslexia seriously isn’t helping shit

[yeehawfolk]

hi! i dont mean to restart shit but i feel like the reason neurodivergent ppl butt heads over gifted kids so much is that to kids like me who had undiagnosed adhd that had me hide my report cards and tests in elementary school, its kind of a slap in the face to hear so many people who you were compared to and put down against talk about issues that have plagued you since you were super young, but framed in a way that only they could relate to! the education system fucks over both “gifted” AND-

-kids who were barely scrapping by! it just affects us at different stages of our lives, and for different reasons. tying my intelligence to my self worth, an inability to ask for help, always feeling like im underperforming, etc, these are all things that affect me because i dont want to be the ‘dumb kid’ again. i still have to do extra work my high achieving brother doesnt because my mom doesnt trust my intelligence!! + i also think that ppl are bitter yall cld do so well during school-

- in the end, i think our experiences are more like a mirror; “ure dumb and forever will be vs if u get less than the top of the class ure a failure and ur achievements dont matter” (also, personally, even after hearing all the shit the gifted program put yall thru, id love to have been a gifted kid. id rather know i have the capacity to be smart than be the kid who regularly scores in the bottom of the class)

Listen, I am neurodivergent. That's what my entire post is about, how because I was gifted, I was seen as ""too smart to be disabled"" and given no accomodations whatsoever, even though I greatly needed them. I was autistic, but nobody in the education system even THOUGHT to look at why I suddenly started failing classes when I got into 10th grade, nobody even thought to ask me why I was having such a hard time. Because if I was ""smart"" then I should be able to do good in advanced classes. So ergo, my struggling was laziness. Except for one teacher, who when I told her, told me I needed to suck it up and get my homework done or she was going to fail me.

Like, I'm not trying to demean your experiences in the school system or say "I had it worse than you", but the entire reason I made the post in the first place was because I was absolutely fucked by the gifted label in school because I was neurodivergent. The gifted label leaves no wiggle room. You're either smart and pass your classes, or you're lazy and get shit grades, according to teachers.

I had a burn out at 15 years old. Think about that. I was 15, a time where I should be hanging out with friends and doing fun things. But instead I fell to the floor of my bedroom and cried for over an hour because I just couldn't face the fact I didn't do my homework again and my teachers were going to fail me. I was so mentally unstable because of the expectations put on me by the gifted label, I was so scared of seeing that big fat F painted across my report card, that I just broke.

On top of that, I was placed in advanced classes or classes I didn't need because I was ""smart"" and it would look better for getting a ""smart"" job. They kicked me out of the one place I felt safe in the school, Art, and replaced it with electives I didn't need or want simply because it would look good on my college applications. They replaced my Language Arts classes with a ""Gifted Class"" in Middle School and specifically because of that, I have no idea how to structure an essay more than 6 paragraphs long. Every time I asked a teacher for help, they'd tell me to stay after school (which I couldn't at the time, I didn't have a ride) and wouldn't even explain in the simplest terms what they wanted because "You're smart [gifted] you should already know this."

You do NOT want to be a gifted kid. Trust me. Especially if you're neurodivergent, because gifted kids are basically pressured to be mini-adults as kids and when they don't respond as being a perfect pinnacle of maturity or smart-ness, they're said to have problems with laziness. Or ""behavioral issues"". I needed SO much in school, but because I was labelled as gifted, I never got any of it. If we need help with anything we're ""supposed"" to know, you're shit out of luck, because nobody will give it to you. "You're smart, you're supposed to know this!" Is our mantra, and eventually, we stop asking.

The reason I made the original post is because the ""gifted"" label is thrown at anyone who has even a moderate IQ score who ""think differently"" than others. See how that ties heavily into the neurodivergent community? Some people with the gifted label might be neurotypical, but a lot of them end up being neurodivergent later in life for the sole fact "they were too smart to be disabled" and nobody ever said "Hey, you Might be neurodivergent" because they were seen as smart.

Gifted kids don't have it easier. Our praise from adults is always tainted by "You could do better". We don't get accommodations we need. Our education is lax because we're already supposed to know it, despite never being taught whatever it is they expect us to know. Adults want to make all of our academic decisions on how smart they think we are. We're given double the work because "we can handle it". And worst of all, we're constantly beaten down with "You're so smart! Why aren't you understanding this?" As if not understanding something is somehow our fault.

The post wasn't being like "GOD GIFTED KIDS HAVE IT THE HARDEST IN SCHOOL BECAUSE OF X". It was "The neurodivergent community greatly intersects with the gifted community and their struggles in the school system need to be acknowledged and not talked over because of the notion 'gifted kids have it easier because they're smart'."

I'm not going to lie, most of the reason why I dropped out from 10th grade was because I just couldn't handle the expectations from my teachers to be the perfect student and hand in perfect papers. They beat down that 15 year old teenager who liked anime and Sonic and reading to the point where I had a complete mental breakdown and I begged my mom to let me quit. Begged her, on the floor, sobbing. I burnt out so bad I couldn't read a book for over 4 years. I'm just now starting to read again.

School is fucked. But the Gifted label adds another layer of Hell to it that neurodivergent kids just aren't equipped to handle, and I feel very strongly about letting these kids talk about what they went through, bitter people or not.

[plaingen]

Not Porn For Once

Up until the age i was 13, i lived with my bio father and my grandparents. My mom and dad split when i was 1, so i never knew them being together so it was never a big deal to not have both of them. Well, i guess i cant say it wasnt a big deal. I was always a huge mommas girl. Everyday after school, i would have hours of long conversations with her talking to her about every detail of my day. Just telling her about recess and the playground drama, how the boys would bully me and how id retaliate and kick them in their shins. Just every single detail.

At school, I was someone who didnt put up with shit, almost a bully while being bullied and a hyper perky girl who just seemed so full of life.It was almost crazy to think that my at home life was such a horrible situation. Thinking back on it now, i didnt have those usual signs of having a bad at home situation. Usually you look for the quiet kid, who doesnt seem clean or clothes that are too small or seem raggy or just a child who seems as if they didnt make friends easily. I was the opposite of all those things. I always had brand new clothes, the newest shoes, had SO many friends and wasnt quiet at all, i made amazing grades and LOVED to help the teachers with anything i was allowed. Its crazy to think there was ever anything wrong.

When id come home, no one would be home. Just my little brother and i. We knew immediately to do our homework, we knew we had to clean anything and everything so the house was spotless, we knew NOT to leave the house or have any friends over, we knew not to use the phone or call anyone(id have to wait to talk to my mom until someone came home to listen). If anything wasnt done the way we knew it was supposed to get done, we would get beat and yelled at. If we didnt sweep the kitchen, we were lazy and useless and got beat. They’d check the caller ID to make sure that the phone wasnt used and if it was, we were being horrible children and talking to strangers. Friends couldnt come over because they didnt want strangers in the house nor could we leave because every single person was out to kill us. I wasnt allowed to speak to any boy in any manner.

I particularly remember one time a guy friend of mine somehow got my house phone number and called while my grandpa was home. I was maybe 9 at that point. My grandfather answered, screamed at my friend to never call again and that i wouldnt be allowed to come to the phone ever. When the beep of the end button was pressed, I knew i was next. “Why are you giving our house phone number out to strangers?” “ How many boyfriends do you have?” “Why are you being such a whore?” “You’re going to be nothing when you grow up?” “Is your dream in life to become a baby maker and stay home all day and be a fat lazy whore?” “ You must be known at school as a whore.” I couldnt say anything back, i wasnt allowed to say anything back. When i told him i didnt know how my friend got the number, i was smacked and told i was lying. i was always called the liar. i never told the truth. i was always the whore. i was always going to be the kid who got pregnant at 16, and never would amount to anything.

Im turning 24 this year and yet moments in my life like this still ring in my head as if it happened the other day.