#Exam Revision Timetable

[djarins-cyare]

Heyyy do you have a mando fic recommendation list? Or a collection of your favorite fics that you’ve read? I love all your work and always enjoy what you reblog… (you have great taste hehe). I’m wondering if you have a collection of your fav fics somewhere, and if not please make one!!!!

Hey love, thanks for getting in touch 😘

I’ve been trying to put together an epic rec list of tumblr-based Din fics for almost a year now, although it keeps proving to be a much bigger project than I initially thought. The autism is ’tisming hard here because I’m trying to consider everything, and I’ve had to create a multi-tab spreadsheet with a load of colour-coding and filterable columns to keep track… there are currently over 2,300 rows, so it’s taking a while to organise!

I’m having trouble not only documenting the sheer volume of what’s available but also narrowing down what to recommend because there are so many wonderful fics and talented writers that I want to celebrate. But I recently realised that I’m not too far off a significant follower milestone, so I’m hoping to have the rec project ready to go when I reach that milestone. I thought it’d be nice to launch it as a big thank you to everyone who’s supported me and my writing.

So all I can say right now is watch this space – I will get it sorted, I just can’t say precisely when.

In the meantime, if you read on AO3, I have several of my favourite stories saved on my public bookmark list, which you can find >>here<<. Those tend to be longer fics, but there is a variety. If you’re specifically looking for tumblr recs, I use the tag #fic rec to distinguish individual fics I’ve enjoyed and reblogged (the plural #fic recs is for other people’s rec lists), so feel free to search my blog, or just click >>here<< for my sporadic recs. Absolutely everything’s Din-based on this blog, and they tend to be shorter fics or oneshots over here. Once I get my rec list together, there will be many more!

While I’m talking recs, I may as well add: if anyone’s looking for other Pedro character recs, you’ll find those on my side blog >>here<<. I try to queue them up one per night – they’re all oneshots, I cycle through my favourite characters to ensure a roughly even number of fics for each one, I post things by different authors to share out the love as widely as possible, and I include a mixture of old and new fics, plus a variety of highly rated stuff and hidden gems that for whatever reason got fewer notes than they should. (Yes, I have a spreadsheet for this rec system too!) So if anyone’s seeking a hassle-free stream of excellent short fics for other P boys, please follow that blog 🙏🏻.

I kinda wanna do another side blog for other Star Wars characters too, but one thing at a time, I think!

Rest assured, when I get my Din fic rec project into a decent state and hit my follower milestone, there’ll be a massive celebration of tin can man stories on this blog, and the aim is then to queue up what’s on my list for regular posts like I do on my side blog.

So stay tuned – regularly scheduled Din recommending will begin ASAP! 💜

[fairyhaos]

when the pre-exam revision kicks in do u guys also get the urge to sort out your entire life at the same time or are you normal

[rightnewshindi]

एचपीयू ने जारी की नई परीक्षा तिथियां: बीए, बीएससी, बीकॉम 2025 का संशोधित शेड्यूल देखें, पीजी रिजल्ट भी घोषित!

Shimla News: हिमाचल प्रदेश विश्वविद्यालय (एचपीयू) ने साल 2025 में होने वाली स्नातक (यूजी) परीक्षाओं के लिए नई तारीखों का ऐलान कर दिया है। बीए, बीएससी और बीकॉम पाठ्यक्रमों के छात्रों के लिए यह संशोधित परीक्षा कार्यक्रम जारी किया गया है, ताकि परीक्षाओं के ओवरलैप से बचा जा सके। विश्वविद्यालय ने सभी छात्रों से अपील की है कि वे नई डेटशीट को ध्यान से देखें और अपनी तैयारी उसी के अनुसार करें। यह जानकारी…

[fatallyaddictedtofiction]

Everyone stop and look at my beautiful general revision timetable which i will now be more specific for each week:

Also if znyone has any revision tips please please share them. Im definitely going to do past papers btw.

[riddlemelater]

As Within, So Without - M.R

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summary: It was supposed to be simple—just sex, no strings, no expectations. Mattheo didn’t do attachments, and you weren’t looking to fix him. But the lines are starting to blur, and neither of you are willing to admit it.

w.c: 7k

a/n: hii everyone, apologies for such a long wait for part 3. I'm scared i hate this, so please be kind lol. A massive thank you to all you lovely people for reading, reblogging, following, and commenting <3

p.s: this ones dedicated first to the lovely @cindyss who left so many lovely comments whilst I was going through one of the worst times in my life, thank you sweetheart <3 and second, to everyone who asked to be part of my taglist for this story, i'm honoured you're all so invested in reading my work.

The winter exam diet was gruelling. Everyone looked half-dead over breakfast; glassy stares, pale faces, and that twitchy kind of silence lingered in the air, one that came from too many late-night study sessions and not enough sleep.

Even you— despite spending hours buried in the library from early morning till curfew— were completely drained, fighting exhaustion over your revision notes and morning coffee.

By the time Friday rolled around, you were flat out, only consoled by the knowledge that it was nearly over for another year. The last exam on your timetable was History of Magic, which you were certain had gone better than expected. You’d combed through months’ worth of revision material, testing yourself all through breakfast on names and dates that might come up.

You made an effort to read up on the 1289 International Warlock Convention—mostly because your notes from that lesson had been feeble at best, all jumbled and inconsistent due Mattheo and his incessant need to disrupt you.

And, to his credit, Theo had even caved and helped quiz you on the more obscure dates the night before, lounging across from you in the common room and casually tossing over one of his fudge flies whenever you got one right.

Even if the extra reading didn’t show up on the exam, it felt like a quiet reclamation—a memory scrubbed clean of Mattheo’s interruptions. As if in a way you’d stolen a part of yourself back from Mattheo’s clutches, and closed the door on another lingering memory of him.

Of yet another way he'd wormed his way into your life and left his mark.

The one positive from exam season, however, was that you’d gotten better at dealing with him now, spending less time mourning something that clearly wasn’t there, and more time focusing on revision.

And even if it was just another welcomed distraction, you were beginning to feel much lighter than you had in weeks. Less weighed down by the stress and confusion which came with Mattheo like a packaged deal.

That, and, you refused to let something as silly as a boy prevent you from getting anything less than your typical Outstanding grades in your O.W.L.S.

You chewed on the end of your quill distractedly, trying to pass the time till the exam was over. You’d finished nearly ten minutes earlier, thanks to all the extra revision, and were trying to keep yourself busy.

It was strange seeing the Great Hall so formal and looming. Gone were the long house tables and low chatter of mealtimes, replaced instead with rows of exam desks, the air thick with leftover nerves and last minute haste as students wrote their final answers furiously. Even the enchanted ceiling had dulled to a soft, cloudy blue, like it too had grown weary of the past few weeks.

When the large clock at the front of the hall finally reached the hour, it felt like heavy weight had been lifted from your shoulders. As if all the stress from the past few weeks had dissipated instantaneously, like your exam paper as it whisked itself to the front of the Great Hall, joining the rest of your classmates work, all carried effortlessly by magic.

Your chair scraped against the stone floors as you stood, gathering your quill and ink pot from the small desk and packing it away in your bag. Other students had already risen from their seats hurriedly, racing towards the doors, not wanting to waste another second in the exam hall.

“Alright?” Pansy’s voice floated in from behind you, as students began filtering out of the hall, eager to enjoy their freedom. You nodded in acknowledgment as you twisted to face Pansy, who looked sleek and elegant as always. A stark contrast to your messy hair that you'd pinned back haphazardly.

“Think so,” you murmured, letting out a deep sigh and craning your neck to see what was causing the holdup at the doors. “You?”

Pansy shrugged in her typical unbothered manner, adjusting the strap of her handbag where it had slipped down her shoulder. She came to stand beside you, eyes flicking toward the crowd bottlenecked at the exit.

“Same,” she said with a relieved sigh. “Salazar knows how I stayed awake for Binns’ lesson on giants, though.” She let out a short snort of amusement, then cast a glance behind you both with a groan, clearly growing impatient with the slow-moving crowd.

The Slytherins were at the back end of the hall and judging by the crowds forming around the exit, you'd be waiting for a while. Sighing you pulled the hair clip from your hair, mussing a hand through the lengths and exhaling deeply.

Pansy huffed again, linking her arm with yours and dragged you toward an opening in the crowd, weaving through students effortlessly as she rammed through. You kept your head down as she glared and pushed by other students, silencing anyone with a cold stare if they dared say a word about her waltzing through impatiently.

"Tell me you’re not spending your first free afternoon back in the library? We're going to Hogsmeade later. You’re coming," Pansy instructed, not giving you a chance to argue and tugging you closer to her as she elbowed past some Hufflepuffs.

"Just the usual crowd. Draco, Enzo, Blaise…” She paused, lips twitching in that way they always did when she couldn’t hide her smirk. “and Theo’s coming too.”

She glanced over at you from the corner of her eye, waiting for a reaction, but when you didn’t give her what she was looking for she pressed further.

“Though…” she said, as if thinking deeply about it, “if last night was anything to go by, I figure you’d already know what he was up to later. Probably planning your winter wedding as we speak.”

You groaned at her, exasperated. “Gods. He was helping me revise, Pans.”

“Mm-hmm.” She shot you a look over her shoulder, eyebrows raised like she was tempting fate— or trying to, anyways.

You huffed a laugh and rolled your eyes. Ever since she'd worked out what was happening with Mattheo, she was desperate for you to show him “what he’s missing" by hooking up with Theo instead. In typical, drama-inducing Pansy fashion.

Theo truly was just a friend, much to Pansy’s chagrin, and that was exactly why he had been showing up for you lately. Offering quiet support after the chaos Mattheo had caused. He wasn’t pushy, just there when you needed him. Helping you revise. Giving you space when you needed to think. Nothing more, nothing less.

Something Pansy loathed to hear whenever you reminded her of this fact.

“Just the Three Broomsticks. Nothing fancy. Unless Theo offers to take you to Madam Puddifoots.” She snickered, finally pulling you through the large oak doors and towards the corridor leading down to the dungeons. "Ooh! Can you imagine the look on Riddle's face? Priceless, I'm telling you!"

“Shut up, Pansy.” you groaned, bumping her shoulder and glancing around to check no one had overheard her and her wild insinuations. “I told you," you hissed quietly, "Theo and I are just friends. Nothing more.”

Pansy didn’t answer right away. Just smirked, shooting you a look, and rolled her eyes like you were missing the point entirely. Meeting your unimpressed glare, she huffed and pulled you to a stop.

"Look. We all know Theo is just a friend." she shrugged carelessly, "But do you really think Riddle’s going to look at you and Theo and come to the reasonable conclusion?"

The way Pansy’s gaze lingered made you pause, because for all her teasing, you almost did miss the point Pansy was sneakily trying to make.

The point was that she wasn’t talking about Theodore Nott at all.

And you knew it.

You hesitated—not at the idea of going, but at what she was suggesting. Since that night in the common room a few weeks ago, you and Mattheo had mastered the art of avoiding each other entirely. Avoidance had become second nature.

And Pansy, as always, noticed.

“He’ll probably be there,” she added, a little too cheerfully. "Which makes it the perfect time to remind him you’re not sitting around waiting for him to get over himself!"

You let out a short laugh under your breath—part amusement, part disbelief at how easily she always cut to the point. You shot her a questioning look, because was she really suggesting you try and make Mattheo Riddle jealous? With his best friend, no less?

What you hadn’t counted on was how Pansy, despite providing you atrocious advice and goading, had actually pushed you to realise that you’d been measuring your movements around him—around his silences, his moods, his absence. And maybe it was time to stop.

Because, why would it matter that he was there, after all?

You were growing tired of letting him dictate the spaces you allowed yourself to exist in, especially when you had every right to be there, just as much as he did. Tired of shrinking into a quiet stupor every time his name brushed the edges of a conversation. Of retreating into yourself, like it was a kindness to him.

“Sure,” you said finally, shifting your own bag higher on your shoulder. “I mean, it’s just the Three Broomsticks, why not?”

Pansy smirked, catching the movement in her peripheral vision. “Good. You need to get out of that library. It’s getting embarrassing.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips was real. Because it wasn’t about making him jealous. It was about finally choosing not to disappear.

And for the first time in weeks, you let yourself be seen.

✯ ✯ ✯

The cold stung your cheeks, painting them pink as you burrowed deeper into your scarf, breath curling out in soft plumes as you and Pansy walked through Hogsmeade. Snow clung to the edges of your boots, crunching faintly underfoot, and the sky had that harsh grey-blue colour as the winter nights drew in early.

You spotted Draco’s platinum hair first, he looked mid-complaint about something— probably Potter, knowing him. You scanned the group around him, seeing three familiar faces leaned against the wall outside of the Three Broomsticks, waiting. Blaise looked like he was only half listening, one of his usual fixed stares trained on Draco wearily, and Theo was smirking as Enzo tried and failed to light his cigarette with trembling fingers.

You didn’t see Mattheo, and for a second you were disappointed.

Theo was the one to notice you both, meeting your gaze with a quiet nod before he nudged Draco, who quickly shut his mouth and extended an arm for Pansy to bury herself into his embrace.

“Finally left the library then?” Enzo grinned in your direction as you halted beside the group, whilst Pansy curled under Draco's arm and leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. You made a face at Enzo, watching as he gave up on the cigarette and handed it back to Theo, who tucked it behind his ear for safekeeping.

“Seriously, we were beginning to think you’d died in there.” Enzo teased.

"Oh, ha ha," you retorted sarcastically, fighting back the smirk on your lips. "We'll see who's laughing when you scrape past with your Exceeds Exceptions, Berkshire." You stuck your tongue out playfully.

You were just about to follow it up with another jab when a familiar voice cut in behind you.

“Did the library finally spit you out, then?”

Your shoulders stiffened before you could stop them.

Mattheo.

He stepped into the group like he’d been there the whole time—shoulders loose, hands in his pockets, the wind teasing strands of dark hair into his eyes. His gaze slid over the group before landing on you and lingering, just long enough to mean something but not long enough that he’d have to admit it.

You didn’t say anything in retort. Just lifted a brow and turned your head slightly, feigning indifference even as your pulse skipped traitorously in your throat.

“You’re late,” Theo remarked, barely glancing at him as he stiffened beside you.

Mattheo shrugged. “Got held up.”

“Doing what… brooding in the mirror again?” Enzo muttered under his breath, earning a soft snort from Blaise.

Mattheo didn’t bite. Instead, he shifted to lean beside Theo, close enough that your sleeves nearly brushed. He didn’t look at you—but the silence between you tightened. Stretched. Like a wire pulled taut.

You kept your eyes forward, fixed on the golden glow spilling from the windows of the Three Broomsticks.

“Well are we going in or just practicing hypothermia?” Mattheo finally said in an irritated voice, jaw clenched tightly as he spoke.

“I need a butterbeer,” Pansy said immediately in support, tugging Draco toward the door with her usual decisiveness. “It’s freezing out here.”

The group stirred around her, but as you moved to follow, a low voice caught on the edge of your ear, quiet and deliberate, setting the hairs on the back of your neck on edge.

“Didn’t think you’d come.”

You didn’t turn your head.

“Didn't think you'd care.” you said coolly, stepping past the threshold and into the pub's warmth. Behind you, the door clattered shut, trapping the heat within and leaving Mattheo gazing after you with a disgruntled look on his face.

Inside, the Three Broomsticks was a familiar sight; students clustered together at tables, scarves still loosely wrapped around necks, the air thick with laughter, butterbeer, and the faintest trace of firewhisky. Pansy led the group toward a booth tucked away in the corner, her arm still looped around Draco's as she tugged him along.

You slid into the seat opposite Theo, your coat half unbuttoned and cheeks still rosy from the cold. Watching in your peripherals as Mattheo sat next to Theo, not quite close enough for your legs to bump under the table, but near enough that you could sneak a glance at him without craning your neck.

“I’ll get the first round,” Enzo offered, already halfway up. “Theo, you coming? I’m not carrying all that myself.”

Theo turned his head to glance at you, just long enough to catch your eye, then to Mattheo as he stood to let him out. Your eyes dropped down to the table, wood worn with years of spillages and scratches, trying to ignore the way Mattheo edged closer around the booth.

The others chatted happily, Blaise and Draco smirking as Pansy launched into a dramatic complaint about warming charms not lasting long enough, and the state of her expensive boots ruined by the snow. Your eyes were trained on the table, the ghost of a smile spread across your lips as you listened to Pansy complain, until the sound of movement caught your attention and you looked up to find Mattheo already watching you.

He didn't look away once you caught him.

There was nothing telling in his face either— no anger, no apology. Just that indecipherable expression that he wore like armour, and you hated how it made your heart stumble.

"Still cold?" he asked in a low voice, quiet enough not to interrupt the others.

You blinked, dropping your arms that had been wrapped around you for extra warmth.

"No."

He nodded slowly, as if it meant something. Then leaned back and reached a hand into his pocket, pulling out a silver zippo lighter and sparked it. Over and over, deep in thought.

You watched, from the corner of your eye so he wouldn’t catch you.

Then, you shifted your gaze, examining a scorch mark on the table, probably from another wizard's brooding. But as hard as you tried, you couldn't stop yourself from saying more.

"You fidget when you're thinking." You murmured, quiet and barely audible, but he still heard.

You knew he did, because he paused and held the flame, watching it billow in the air. He didn't smile, but the corner of his mouth twitched. "Then I must be thinking a lot lately."

You didn't reply. You didn't have to— your silence said enough. Said me too.

You'd almost retreated into your mind entirely when a voice called your name from behind you, and as you turned you came face to face with a familiar Ravenclaw boy who'd come to a halt at the edge of the booth.

You recognised him from the library. He’d been a near-constant presence during those long exam weeks, always tucked into a corner with a book and a coffee—but the two of you had never spoken outside the library.

"Didn't expect to see you here," he smiled, arms resting on the back of the booth chair you resided in, "Swapped the library for a butterbeer, eh?"

You blinked, slightly thrown, but smiled politely. "Hi, Declan. You alright?"

Beside you, Mattheo shifted—just enough for the bench to creak beneath him, low and deliberate.

Declan didn't seem to notice. "I was just over there with some of the others, but—do you want a drink? I could grab you one.” He offered, his voice a mix of nerves and practised confidence.

Your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth to reply, but Mattheo cut in first— casual and cold.

"She's already got one."

Declan blinked, looking over as if he'd just noticed Mattheo was there, and upon seeing who the voice belonged to, he shrunk back into himself. "Oh. Right. Well... er maybe next time then?"

You offered him a small smile, trying to smooth over the awkward tension Mattheo had created. Praying that your cheeks hadn't gone as red as they felt.

"Good, yeah. Well, see you later." he said, offering a small smile before casting one last wary glance at Mattheo and disappearing into the crowd.

You stared after him briefly, watching the empty space he'd occupied just a second ago. The moment fizzled, and you didn't dare look over at Mattheo, pulse thudding in your throat.

Mattheo didn't say anything else.

And when you finally turned away from where Declan had disappeared from, you caught Pansy's eye. Her brow raised with a triumphant smile across her lips. She didn't say a word, but the amused look she gave said enough.

When Theo and Enzo returned, carrying two loaded trays of butterbeer, it was Mattheo who pushed yours over. The glint of his signet ring caught your eye as the glass slid your way, smooth and deliberate. His hand lingering half a second too long before he settled back into place beside Theo, who was now sitting on the other side of him, pushing Mattheo closer to you.

You glanced at the drink, then at him. But he still didn't look at you.

The bench shifted slightly under Enzo’s weight as he tried to wedge himself back into his spot, the movement jostling Mattheo’s leg against yours beneath the table. Accidental—probably. But then he didn’t move away.

Neither did you.

You told yourself it was the warmth of the pub that made your skin prickle, that made your pulse rise beneath your collar. But the butterbeer’s heat had nothing on the tension that was pressing silently into your thigh.

Across the table, Blaise said something dry that had Theo snorting into his drink. You tried to laugh along, lips parting with a breathy chuckle—but your smile froze the moment your eyes lifted, and once more, those familiar brown eyes were trained on you. Like you were the only person in the room.

You blinked and dropped your gaze again, fingers curling lightly around the butterbeer glass, taking a tentative sip solely to distract from the weight of his gaze.

The silence between you stretched, heavy, slow, and thick like honey. Even the chatter of your friends felt muted under it. Even after all these weeks, all that time throwing yourself into your studies, forcing yourself to forget the feel of his lips against yours. He still had that power over you, weakened yes, but it was still there.

Then, low, only for your ears, he spoke.

"You looked awfully friendly with Declan."

The words made your shoulders tense, your gaze burning into the amber swirls of your drink. For a moment you were quiet, a silent panic sweeping over you. But then you took a breath, remembered yourself, remembered Mattheo and how he treated you.

"Isn't that what normal people do?" You said calmly, voice syrupy and smooth, "Talk to each other?"

Your words were a blade wrapped in silk, biting enough to sting, but laced in enough sweetness to make him question if it was meant to hurt.

He gave a quiet huff, almost like it did hurt, "Guess I wouldn't know."

You hummed softly, refusing to disagree with him because he was right. He wouldn't know.

The air seemed heavier after that. Or maybe it was just you—folding inward, holding yourself too tightly.

A few minutes passed like that, cloaked in low conversation and clinking glasses, but every time someone laughed or the candlelight shifted across his face, your eyes were drawn back. And once—just once—he smiled at something Theo said, a soft curve of his lips that didn’t reach his eyes.

You frowned at the sight.

✯ ✯ ✯

The common room was quiet when you stepped through the entrance, Pansy's arms entwined with yours as your group made their way toward the couches. Half the school had gone to bed, ready to wake up early tomorrow to catch the train back to Kings Cross for the winter break. Those who were staying were still out in Hogsmeade, or floating around the castle with friends in other houses.

At some point, butterbeer had turned to firewhisky and the walk back to the castle hadn't seemed nearly as cold as the walk there. Laughter echoed through the winter night air as you'd all stumbled back to the common room, shrieking and singing as you went.

It was quiet. A warm, comforting quiet. Surrounded by your closest friends in the place you felt so lucky to call home. But it was heavy too, the weight of something else hanging in the air.

Pansy collapsed down on one of the couches, pulling you down with her, and your bodies bumped together as the cushion dipped under your conjoined weight. A dramatic sigh left her as she kicked off her boots and relaxed into the green leather.

Draco and Enzo sprawled out on the couch opposite, stuffing their faces with sweets they'd gotten in Honeydukes earlier, whilst a haze of lazy murmurs cascaded across the group. Blaise spread out on the floor nearest the fireplace, his arms braced behind him to hold him up, whilst Theo did the same on the floor beside you, his back leaning against the arm of the couch.

Mattheo had been uncharacteristically quiet since leaving the pub, trailing behind the group with his hands in his pockets, collar high, like he didn’t want to be seen. Then, once you'd all reached the common room, he'd slumped into one of the armchairs at the edge of the fireplace. Close enough to the group he was still there, but far enough away that he could let his eyes close over and sink further into the couch without anyone seeing.

You noticed, but you didn't say anything.

Instead you let Pansy pull you into a whirlwind of gossip she'd overheard, occasionally pausing long enough to let someone else get a word in.

Pansy was mid-telling a story about Daphne Greengrass' latest dating disaster when Theo spoke up, tilting his head back to look at you from where he sat stretched out on the floor.

"I still think she was better off with Pucey," he said lazily, cutting through Pansy's monologue as a look of outrage spread across your face. "Even if he was a smug prick."

You shook your head vehemently, the same way you had the first time the two of you had discussed this. "You would. You always defend the smug pricks, Theo."

“Only the ones I see myself in,” he said, giving you a slow, knowing grin. “Present company excluded, of course.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You’re insufferable.”

Theo shrugged, unaffected. “You love me anyway.”

Something about the way he said it—the half-lidded gaze, his lazy smirk—made the group go quiet for a beat too long. Just long enough for the words to hang in the air and turn heavier than intended.

You scoffed, breaking the tension, and leaned your head back against the couch with an amused exhale. “Keep dreaming, Nott.”

But there was warmth in your voice. Familiarity. That easy comfort of two people who knew each other too well and didn’t need to explain it. That’s what made it dangerous.

You didn’t look toward the armchair. You didn’t have to to feel the weight of Mattheo’s silence shifting. Sharpening into something more deadly, more present. You could feel it pressing into your skin from across the room.

Then Pansy laughed and launched into a raunchy story she'd overheard about Adrian Pucey, which had everyone groaning at the horrifyingly impressive level of detail that only Pansy could have known.

You shrank back into your seat and kept quiet.

Eventually, Blaise yawned, "Alright, I'm out. I don't want to hear another word about Pucey's cock." he muttered, a disgruntled look on his face as he pushed off the floor and headed towards the boy's dormitories. Enzo followed quickly after, stretching his arms over his head and mentioning something about a sugar crash.

Due to her dwindling audience, even Pansy grew bored and, with Draco trailing behind her up to the girls dorms, you settled further into the couch. Not particularly wanting to walk into something you didn't want to see, even if they remembered the silencing charms this time.

Which left you, Theo, and Mattheo.

You sank deeper into the couch, the green leather soft beneath your spine, and glanced sideways—Theo was still slouched at your feet, long legs stretched toward the hearth, gaze half-lidded from the heat and leftover firewhisky glow. Mattheo hadn’t moved from the armchair, eyes closed over and his jaw clenched tight.

The silence lingered, heavy and still, only punctured by the faint crackle of the fire which had nearly burnt out.

Theo’s head lolled to the side, casting you a faint smile as he stretched. “Think I’ll call it too,” he said, pushing himself up with a grunt. “Big day of doing absolutely fuck all tomorrow, y’know.”

You hummed in agreement, lips curling into a chuckle as he stood, watching him brush nonexistent dust from his trousers. But before heading to the boys dorms, he gave you a look— one that hovered long enough just to say don’t take his shit without needing words. Then a glance towards Mattheo, brief and unreadable, and he was gone.

His footsteps receded up the stairs, and in the distance you heard his door click shut. You waited for Mattheo to say something first and break the tension. He didn’t.

The fire popped once, casting a flicker of gold across his face, but he still hadn’t opened his eyes. His jaw was tight. Hands clasped together in front of his mouth, elbows digging into the arms of the chair.

You sat up slowly, tension sliding up your spine like a threat. “Are you going to keep pretending you’re asleep or…?”

His eyes opened. Dark. Flat. Burning in that quiet, terrifying way that meant the silence had been louder in his head than it had been in the room.

“Didn’t realise I had to keep my eyes open to hear you flirt.”

Your breath caught, sharp in your throat. Blood rushed to your ears, and your head whipped round to stare at him in disbelief. "What?"

“You heard. Why don't you follow Nott up to his room? I'm sure he'd like that." Mattheo spoke in a low voice, rough with something you couldn't place. His lips curved as if the taste of something sour clung to them, and you could see his tongue running along the inside of his cheek.

For a moment it was quiet, you blinked defencelessly as if temporarily stunned by his words, whilst your mouth opened and closed helplessly.

The words hung in the air, thick and suffocating, more cutting than you'd expected even from Mattheo. You’d heard Mattheo lash out before—but never like this. Never like he meant it. The harshness in his voice didn’t match the usual indifference he wore like armour.

You knew him well enough to understand when something was off—but this? This felt different. You’d never seen him quite like this.

“That laugh,” he muttered offhandedly. “I’ve never heard you laugh like that with me.”

“Are you serious?” You couldn’t help the bitter scoff that slipped from your mouth, though the humour was nowhere to be found in your gaze. “You think I was flirting with— with Theo?”

Mattheo didn’t move, but you could feel the air shift, thick with something unsaid. His lips curled into a small, tight smile that barely reached his eyes and didn’t soften the harshness behind his words. He looked at you now, but it wasn’t with his usual detachment. His gaze cut through you with a sharpness that made your stomach twist.

You stared back until finally, it hit you. Finally the pieces fell into place and it felt like the lens had been lifted.

"Oh." You exhaled, sitting up straighter and twisting to face him. Eyebrow quirked like you'd just invented the cure to lycanthropy.

"That's what this is about, isn't it?" You said sharply, biting before you could stop yourself. "Let me get this straight, yeah? You can go and fuck whoever you want, but the minute I dare to talk to our friend, You're jealous— is that how this works?"

His eyes flashed, a quick, dangerous fire burning behind the dark, unreadable expression. His jaw clenched again, fists tightening at his sides. "I'm not jeal—" he started, but then seemed to think better of it.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I just—fuck—forget it."

You stared at him, stunned into silence for half a second—then something inside you cracked wide open, and once you started you couldn't stop.

“No.” you said, voice sharp, trembling with heat. “No, you don’t get to do that, Mattheo. You don’t get to act like I’m the one playing games when you’ve spent weeks saying that this meant nothing.” You hissed gesturing between you both.

You stood up, heart thumping in your chest. “You disappear. You sleep with other people. You shut me out like I’m a fucking stranger. And then the second someone else so much as looks at me, suddenly then you care?”

His jaw tightened, mouth opened to snap back with what you assumed would be another of his excuses, but you got in before he could say a word.

"Don’t you dare sit there and deny it. You think I haven’t noticed? That thing earlier with Declan—and now Theo? Your best fucking friend?” You laughed, bitter and breathless. “You’re pathetic, Mattheo."

“I didn’t mean—” he started, jaw working as if the words tasted wrong. “You don’t get it.”

"No, you're the one who doesn't get it." You stepped closer, hands balled into fists at your sides. “You don’t get to be cruel just because you can’t stand the thought of me not waiting around for you to figure your shit out!"

Mattheo stood abruptly, the feet of his armchair scraping loudly against the dark spruce floors of the common room. His whole body ridged like he was tearing himself apart just to keep from lunging forward.

You'd seen this before when he got into fights, and instinctively took a step back, the blood rushing in your ears.

"You think I fucking like this?" he snapped, his finger pointed into his chest with a sharp jab, his voice low, furious— but underneath it all, it was like there was something broken. “You think I enjoy waking up and wondering who else you’re going to laugh with like that? Who you’re going to look at like that?”

He shook his head, jaw tight, pacing a short line before stopping again—just out of reach. Your eyes softened slightly watching him unravel before you, muttering lowly to himself.

“I didn’t want it to matter. I didn’t want you to matter.” A bitter laugh pushed through his clenched teeth. Your lip trembled slightly as you listened, hurt bubbling up inside you.

“But you did. You do. And I hate it. I hate that I care. That I notice. That I feel like this—because it was supposed to be simple.” his voice cracked, his eyes darted away like he couldn't look at you. Then, one of his hands dragged across his face dejectedly.

You stared at him, your breath catching, and for a second he looked almost startled by what he’d said—like the words had escaped before he could shove them back down.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m so fucking sorry.” The words spilled out of him in a rush, so foreign coming from his mouth, but it was real. You heard it, you felt it.

“For what I said. For how I treated you. For everything. For not knowing how to—fuck. Gods, I’m sorry.”

His head buried into his hand, then as if he snapped out of it, his gaze settled on you again. Steady. Unflinching. With a new kind of determination.

“I don’t know how to do this.” His voice was quieter now, but no less fierce. “I don’t know how to be… what you want me to be. But if you think, for one second that I can just sit there and watch you drift toward someone else like none of this ever happened. Like I don't care then...” he shook his head trailing off.

He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to. Because for once, the truth hung between you—unspoken but there. Hell, the truth was standing in front of you with his dark curls and brown eyes, staring you right in the eye.

And maybe that was the scariest part. That neither of you said it aloud, but somehow the both of you knew.

Your breathing was shallow, uneven. You could feel it catch in your throat, feel your heart pounding beneath your jumper like it was about to burst out. Every inch of your body was wound too tight, and you were helpless to stop it, only able to think that if he moved wrong or worse, didn't at all— then you'd fall apart completely.

But your fears were fruitless, because he did. He closed in on you in one large stride, and before you could process it, his hand was in your hair, mouth crashing into yours with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs.

It wasn't careful, or gentle. It was frantic. All teeth and tongues and silence finally splitting open.

You gasped into the kiss, hands flying to his shoulders as he backed you into the wall. You didn’t care who might see. All you cared about was him—his breath, his touch, the storm unraveling between your bodies

“I hate that I hurt you,” he muttered against your mouth, words slurred between kisses. “I hate it—I hate it—”

But his hands were everywhere—desperate, searching—like he couldn’t decide if he was trying to pull you closer or push you away. Like he thought this might be the last time and needed to remember it.

You whimpered as he bit at your bottom lip, as his hand slid under your jumper, fingertips dragging along your waist like he was starving for the feel of your skin. Just as desperately as you'd wanted him to for weeks.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered hoarsely, burying his face in your neck, lips pressing against the soft skin there. “I know I shouldn’t. I know I’ll fuck it up. I always do. But fuck, I can’t lose you.”

You cut him off with a kiss, just as harsh, just as desperate. “Then don’t lose me, Mattheo. Please.”

He groaned into your mouth, low and guttural, the sound rumbling in his chest as he grabbed your thigh and hoisted it around his hip, grinding against you like he was trying to crawl inside your skin.

Clothes became obstacles. Your jumper hit the floor. His belt clattered somewhere in the dark. Anyone could stumble in drunk, anyone could walk down the stairs from the dorms, and yet, none of it mattered. Not now.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t slow. But gods, it was real.

His lips dragged down your throat as his fingers gripped your hips with bruising intensity. Every movement was laced with heat, but beneath it—underneath it—was a kind of sadness. A panic. Like he still thought this could slip away at any second.

Like this was all he could give you—flesh and fury and the desperate way he whispered your name like a confession every time he thrust into you.

“Please,” he breathed, ragged, like the word was being torn out of him. “Don't make me watch you with someone else.”

His forehead pressed to yours, voice rough, breaking in places you’d never heard before.

“I need—fuck. I need you to want me back,” he gasped, eyes screwed shut like admitting it out loud physically hurt. “Anything, just— please. Don’t walk away. Don’t let me think I already lost you.”

Your breath caught as he all but crumbled against you, his hands shaking where they gripped your skin. This was a side of Mattheo you'd never seen, a side you wouldn't even have thought existed. Broken. Pleading. Desperate.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he whispered, voice ruined as he promised. “I’ll be whatever you need. I just— please— don’t make me feel this alone.”

You stared at him, chest heaving, wrecked by the sound of his voice, by the truth in it. A gasp tore from your throat as he pushed inside of you, the familiar stretch making your head spin, your fingers clutching his shoulders tighter.

"Mattheo—" you moaned, head falling back against the wall, overwhelmed— physically, emotionally, completely.

He thrust into you torturously slow—once, twice, three times. A low groan leaving him each time whilst he whispered your name like a prayer. His fingers dug into your thigh, holding you in place so that all you could do was moan and take it. You sighed, eyes rolling back as he hit all the right spots, careful and purposeful, like a silent effort to convince you he was worth it.

His slow pace halted suddenly, and he pulled away from your neck, one hand lifting to gently wrap around your jaw and guide you to look at him. Gone was the armour you were so used to, the walls and snide remarks that covered something more fragile.

Instead, you were met with a look of pure despair, his eyes wide and boyish. His chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, while his thumb stroked along your cheek tenderly.

"I want you," he said quietly, "I want you to be mine, properly. Officially."

You stilled, your mouth dry as you watched him. And he knew. He knew exactly what those words sounded like, even if he didn't say it precisely.

"Not just like this. Not just tonight." he added, fear evident in his voice, like he was scared you'd take it as just another thing he'd said in the heat of the moment.

You almost laughed—sharp and bitter—because it was unfair. Unfair that he could say exactly what you had longed to hear, unfair that it was that one thing that had the power to unravel you.

You wanted to give in. To lose yourself in this, in him—because God, you’d missed him too. But part of you ached, still. Ached for the way he’d left you like you didn’t matter.

And now here he was, asking to be yours. And for the first time, it felt like he meant it.

“You’re such an arse,” you whispered, voice cracking as you grabbed at the back of his neck and pulled him closer, like you were mad at him for making you feel this much.

"I know. I'm not asking for easy, though. I'll change. I'll be the perfect guy," he murmured quickly, voice hoarse and quiet, "Just... don't walk away."

You smiled faintly, lifting your hand from the back of his neck and tangling it in the hair that had swept into his eyes, pushing it back so you could see him clearly.

"You don't have to be perfect, Mattheo." You whispered back, voice steady despite your pounding heart. "But you do need to be honest. You do need to try."

His eyes flickered, vulnerability shining through the storm. Like he was hanging on to each and every word that tumbled from your mouth.

"This isn't just about wanting me," You swallowed, looking up at him cautiously, "It's about treating me like I matter, even when you’re scared. Can you do that?”

Mattheo’s jaw tensed, eyes flicking between yours. “I don’t know how to,” he said quietly. “But what I did before... I know I hurt you.”

He hesitated. His eyes dropped, then met yours again — like he was forcing himself to be honest, to stay exposed. Fighting against his every instinct.

“You think I don’t know I fucked it all up?” he said, voice low and raspy. “I do. But I’m not doing it again. I swear to you—I won’t lose you like that, not again.”

He looked at you like he was waiting for permission to stay. You swallowed hard and nodded, the air thick between you.

"Just promise me one thing?" you asked quietly, and he nodded before you could even wait for a reply.

"Promise me no more simple?" you breathed, voice low but firm, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

His breath hitched, a flicker of humour breaking through the heaviness in his eyes.

“Yeah,” he whispered, voice hoarse. "No more simple."

You pressed your forehead to his, soft and steady, a giggle escaping you, "No more simple." you echoed.

"We’re both terrible at it anyway.”

He let out a shaky chuckle, then pressed inside of you once more, closing the distance between your lips in a kiss—soft, slow, and heavy with promises that this time he meant to keep.

©️riddlemelater 2025.

One final thank you to everyone who read this fic <3 As a little apology for how long its taken to post, I've taken it upon myself to write a little epilogue for this story, its already up and you can find it here ;)

[m4iya]

──★ ˙🧷 Anon has chosen to study Math, 1 hour a day for 2 weeks with Akaashi! He’s pretty prepared by the looks of it! Let’s see how they go..

Akaashi was aware of the approaching exams, having noted them down in his timetable ever since they were announced at the beginning of the term. You, on the other hand were struggling to remain calm about it, ignoring the stress that slowly piled up, until your homeroom teacher reminded the class that they were only 2 weeks away. Akaashi offered to help you after witnessing you buried inside a pile of books in the school library. However, you didn’t even have the slightest clue where to begin, so when he asked what you struggled with the most, you replied with “Everything.” Giving you his number so you could set up study sessions together, you headed home feeling a little less stressed.

Later that day, you received a message from him. In it, was a handwritten timetable, detailing when, and for how long you’d study a specific topic, and what you could do to enhance your understanding when he wasn’t around to help. He’d find pockets of time to help you, whether in between classes, or after his club activities. You were focused on the content that he was delivering, sure, but you somehow couldn’t help your thoughts from drifting off—ever so slightly losing yourself in his voice, wondering why he decided to dedicate so much time for you, especially when he seemed so busy himself.

The night before the exam, instead of suggesting more last minute studying, he asked you to get as much sleep as you could. Concern laced his tone, and given the minimal hours of sleep you’d been getting in the previous days, you took his advice.

It was the last exam of the day. Sat in the classroom, the paper menacingly faced down with your pencil on the right, eraser on the left. You anxiously awaited for the examiner to allow the class to begin writing. Akaashi sat in the front row of the class, his head slumped slightly, arms crossed over the table—he was prepared, but you had a feeling he still let the stress get to him.

As the timer began, you picked up your pencil and began to write, your hands quivering slightly. All the concepts that he’d helped you revise had remained fresh in your mind as you somehow flew through the questions.

Once the examiner collected the papers, your class erupted in chatter—some sobbed while others cheered. Making your way to the front of the class, you found Akaashi seated on his desk, reorganising his writing materials. He asked you how you’d gone, and with a bright smile, you told him that without him you’d have definitely failed. He chucked, averting his gaze, and replying that he didn’t do much at all—that it was your effort that got you there.

The two of you left the school together, with you offering to take him someplace to destress; a cafe, or an arcade of sorts. He’d done so much for you, so this was only something small. And, well, you wouldn’t just abandon him out of nowhere. Not after spending nearly everyday together with him for two whole weeks.

From my exam season event ✩ other works

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Revision Notes

The lead-up to exam season can be a stressful time for many students. Figuring out when, where & how to revise all the information you've covered throughout the year can feel overwhelming, especially if you haven't started any initial plans for revision.

Make a Revision Plan

To ensure your revision notes are as effective as possible, start with a plan.

Create a study schedule that outlines when you need to start making your notes so that they become a valuable revision tool leading up to your exams.

Begin by filling in your timetable with exam dates, allowing you to work backwards from the definitive end date.

Break down each week into study days for each subject you need to revise and make notes for.

Outside of school, experts recommend dedicating an hour per subject per week, gradually increasing as exams draw nearer.

Chunk your exams into subjects and topics for a specific, workable timetable.

Remember to allocate time for social activities, hobbies, and other commitments to maintain focus, stay committed to your revision plan, and achieve your goals.

Collate Your Notes

Once your revision plan is in place, gather all your notes for each subject into one central location.

Avoid the hassle of sifting through old notebooks by decluttering and consolidating notes from various sources like school textbooks, homework, personal reading, and tutoring.

Remove duplicate content and have everything in one accessible place. Whether you prefer handwriting or typing, maintain a consistent format for each topic.

This stage may be time-consuming, but having all your information in one place sets the foundation for effective memorisation.

Add Detail from Textbooks and Guides

Refer to reliable revision guides and textbooks to ensure comprehensive coverage and fill any knowledge gaps. These recommended resources should align with your syllabus, providing clear explanations at your learning level.

Delve deeper into less familiar topics for better understanding.

Add any crucial details to your existing revision notes, ensuring clarity and coherence. Avoid mere copying; instead, focus on key statistics, dates, phrases, or explanations.

Leverage end-of-topic quizzes in revision books to test your grasp of the material.

Establish a Uniform Style

Maintain uniform formatting across different topics and subjects to enhance focus and aid memory recall.

Consistent use of colours, fonts, and styles fosters a conducive learning environment. This creative aspect of formatting can provide a welcome break from the monotony.

Summarise Everything

Once you've settled on a format, begin summarising your notes for easier reference. This process requires significant time allocation, especially for subjects like GCSEs where you may have numerous topics.

Transition from verbatim copying to concise summaries by eliminating non-essential words and using symbols.

Opt for topic keywords followed by brief explanations.

Reflect on the content's clarity and refine further if needed.

This step, while time-intensive, yields a refined set of revision notes for each subject and topic, preparing you for the revision process.

Keep Condensing

Maintain active engagement with your notes by continually refining them.

Aim to distill long-form notes into shorter, memory-triggering documents containing essential keywords, numbers, equations, and phrases.

This process prompts your brain to focus on crucial information.

While the ultimate goal is to memorise without reliance on notes, having condensed versions as a reference can serve as a helpful memory aid.

By following these steps, you'll have a well-organised set of revision notes ready for your exams. Remember, the key is to make the material your own through active engagement and condensation.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References ⚜ Tips & Advice

[sinningsprinkles]

I really love that in S1e3 of Red Dwarf, even then, its so clear that Rimmer cares so much about Lister and vice Versa.

In the flash back Lister hung up the revision timetable to dry and he still goes along with Rimmer being in charge despite being able to 'turn him off' at any time, and instead asks for permission which i think is sweet all things considered (at this point in the series.)

But what I find REALLY facisnating is that when Lister declares that hes going to study and get a promotion, Rimmer immediately assumes hes going to take his engineering exam, but Lister is taking the chefs exam instead. It would be really easy to write it off as Rimmer thinking Lister would want the same promotion that Rimmer does, but Rimmer repeatedly takes the astronavigation exam, not the engineering exam. (Although in some episodes i think they get them mixed up, for example the next episode) And I still didn't really think anything of it until i watched Fathers and Suns, s10e2. Lister tries to make himself take engineering courses. Lister WANTS to take engineering courses and he never admits that to anyone but himself when hes black out drunk! I find it so interesting that in episode 3 Rimmer knew that about lister, to the point that he automatically assumed it without any other input, and then actually thought he could do it!

Just how well does Rimmer know his bunkmate all the way back at the beginning of the series?

But maybe im just thinking about it too hard. Idk.

[aphroditeslover11]

How they’d deal with a student with exam stress:

Jonathon Crane:

This guy literally lectures at a university as a part of his job so he knows exactly what you are going through and what the exams are like. He’s also a psychologist so he understands pretty well what kind of emotions and stresses that you’re going through. When you’re struggling with something he’ll try to help you by finding the answers for yourself to try and build up your confidence. He will hate to ever hear you talking about yourself like you’re hopeless, you get a lecture about how if you can’t do it yet then you will be able to soon. Any tears though and he immediately gets you to give in, he’ll pull some strings with your lecturer at the university and you’ll still pass the course anyway.

Jim:

He would be the sort of guy that would just sit down with you and try to help you to do it, he wouldn’t see the point of sitting down and anxiously procrastinating when you could just get the worries out of the way. He’s put his glasses on and sit down at the desk with you, taking your laptop and reading down the screen. After he’d puzzled it out he’d start with a “Right, so, what I think you need to do is…” You could expect lots of soft fore head kisses along the way to try and keep you motivated. If you were revising for exams rather than writing something for an assignment then he would make a revision timetable, he’s a fan of an excel spreadsheet to keep things on track. He’s the sort to proactively manage stress rather than letting it sit and get worse.

Lenny Miller:

He’s a bit of a liability to have around when you’re studying. He has a bit of an ego so if you ask for help with something he will insist that he knows how to do it even if he doesn’t. Sitting with Lenny Miller at 2 am as he tries to explain Plato’s allegory of the cave from a Wikipedia article, whilst complaining that it really doesn’t make a difference to the world anyway, is a uniquely irritating experience.

Oppie:

He can be pretty short with mere mortals who simply can’t see the world in any greater depth than what is directly in front of them. The likelihood is though that if he spends enough time with someone to help them study then he is going to make the time and have the patience to help you. He’d be a dream to study with, no matter the topic he would be the annoying sod that could pick up anything if he was given the time and resources, being able to reword passages from textbooks in such a way that you understood them straight away. He’d sit there all night with you chainsmoking cigarettes and sipping from a glass of whiskey. Somehow studying with Oppie was actually enjoyable!

[miniherodesktales]

The novels give us Rimmer's unhealthy study methods in great detail 😯It sounds a lot like ADHD.

He procrastinates for months before his exam, working on creating elaborate, artistic timetables....then as the exams approaches tries to double down on revision, skipping out on sleep and overdosing on caffeine and whatever drugs he can find to help him stay awake and stimulated....Inevitably he ends up collapsing and signed off sick....only to sign up for the exam again so the cycle starts over...

The one time he decided to be sensible and study for a few hours each time...he got his days mixed up and entered the exam late 😭😭

Someone help him!

[girlsgirl06]

ROMANTICIZING STUDY📚

Romanticizing study means Studying in a way that you don't feel bored, sleepy and tired. It can also be referred as "Aesthetic Study" that is a lot more popular term in pinterest.

A lot of students always gets bored up and frustrated while studying when in real they don't even study properly for an hour with focus. Why does this happen lemme tell you the reason behind this:

-Common Mistakes-

1. Overwork

Many students overwork and get tired. They think studying the whole day will give them straight A but it's not true. In fact, overwork leads to stress and frustration.

2. Unrealistic goals

Students tend to make unrealistic goals like working 12 hrs a day. It's a bad idea to make such goals.

3. Packed schedule

Students make a mistake while making a schedule. They forget that rest is too important. And make a heavy schedule. Many students study heavily before a week of exams, because they didn't study for months and then in the end they overwork with packed schedule.

4. Less resting hours

While studying, many students don't take proper rest. For eg. You should work for 30 minutes and then take 15 minutes rest.

5. Wrong method of learning

Many students learn in the wrong way. They should analyse which method suits them.

6. Not making a time table

Time table is very important as it keeps everything smooth. Day wise time table is very effective.

For eg. Monday : English, Economics, Accounts

Tuesday: Commerce, management studies, Accounts

7. Not knowing your strength and weakness

Many students just don't know which subjects are easy for them and need less effort and which of their subjects are weak and need more time and effort.

-Study Hacks-

1. Pomodoro timer

It's a very useful app, it gives 25 minutes for work and 5 minutes for rest. This way we get time for everything.

2. Useful study apps

There are many study apps available nowadays. To do list apps, notes app like notion and many more. You can find many aesthetic apps. It makes you productive and keeps your records. It also ensures productivity in a fun way.

3. Blurting method

In this method read a specific concept for 4-5 times and understand the concept and then write whatever your brain remembers.

4. Make aesthetic notes

Making aesthetic notes is a hack for studying all the time. It makes you feel better and motivated. Those beautiful handwriting with highlighters make it look eye catching and it attracts your mind to study more.

5. Mindmaps

Mindmaps are creative as well as aesthetic. It makes learning easier and attractive. It makes learning fun!!

6. Weekly test

Weekly tests reveal where you stand in your academics.

7. Analysing your strength and weakness

Analyse which is your favourite or strong subject and which is your weak subject.

8. Make a timetable

For eg: Day wise which subject you're going to focus on. Remember the subject in which you're weak should be given more time and effort.

9. Revise

Whatever you read or memorize in a day revise it at night time. Take a quick revision of 15 minutes just read it out once.

10. Maintain Records

Maintain a record of everything you do. Make deadlines. Give challenges. Make schedules for weekly tests. This way you'll become productive and you'll also know where you stand in your academics. Make a list of chapters you want to prepare and after preparing cut it down as a completed task.

Conclusion: Just remember that only marks don't matter. It's also important to develop new skills, love yourself, take care of yourself, do what makes your soul happy and peaceful and take time to love and talk to god.

📚ACADEMIC SUCCESS AFFIRMATIONS

Thankyou for reading my blog ☺️❤️

[namelessdeceased]

🗞 D-51 ✧ sat ✧ 3.8.24 ✧ sawc day 3

just got home, posting around 4pm. saturday is generally my rest day but ive been resting a lot recently (considering ive been sick and depressed) so im going to rest a little and study a bit the rest of tonight. or maybe not, the perseids may be out tonight so maybe i'll go see those and then be so awake i keep studying. idk

🍂 academic

sort out my EOY timetable FOR THE LAST TIME!

sort through notion page

maybe make a subject index of what i gotta go through

🍞 personal

help my sibling w their exam revision schedule too

research on flights for december holidays

consolidate + review schrödinger's eqn info from tdy

☕ sawc goals

sleep: 5 to 6 hours (i deprioritise sleep A LOT.)

routine: bedtime.

deep focus: 1.5h

body: shower tonight. choreo practice if i have the time

reading: a student's guide to schrödinger's equation

📜 goal productivity time: 2 - 3h

🌙 23 30

☀ 04 30

♬ ~ honeycomb summer 〢 crazy:B (linked)

🤎 positivityposting

will update.

╰ theo 🧸

[rosesrded]

21.05.2025 (wed)

Ngl these past few days have been pretty meh hence the not posting :(

Revised for chem practical exam (it went pretty well but kinda realized that I should try the writing part at least once b4 the practical lol)

Revised theory part of chemical kinetics for chem viva

Live class - current electricity

Did an English article

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had extra math class till 3 today

surprisingly?? fun?? like it actually reminded me of my love for math especially after that open book test KO-ed me into oblivion lmao.

today’s timetable was already brutal + i've had a headache since 4:45am

yes, FOUR. FORTY. FIVE. a. m.

and guess who got home at 4:00 only to have coaching at 4:30? this clown. this very tired clown.

i should seriously start giving math some time tho before it buries me alive for good.

Hehe he 😀🔪

BYEEE

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[surfthesinecurve]

Tips on how to ace exams ??

hii i hope the exams coming up for you go well!! here are my fav things to do to ace exams!! 🩷

1. if you need to memorise lots of content, use anki. anki is a computer software or website you can use to create flashcards. it automatically reschedules them for you so you can review them every day using spaced repetition. make sure you review the ‘due’ cards everyday (especially if you’re cramming) because otherwise the content to go over again will quickly build up and feel overwhelming.

2. if there’s math involved in your studying, do as many questions as you can. take pictures of questions that you get wrong and go over them again in a few days or weeks time (depending on how much time you have) to ensure you’ve learned from your mistakes and still remember what to do. there’s never enough questions you can do, the more you can get done, the better.

3. if you have access to past paper questions, do them alongside learning the content. exam technique is a whole new skill altogether that is super important to learn in order to ace the exams. a lot of certain exams also reuse the same questions / word them in a similar way so it also helps with memorisation and getting use to the style of questions and how to answer them.

4. Remember that although it’s stressful studying and anticipating these exams, it’s a temporary feeling. stress can be good to get you motivated but sometimes an overwhelming amount of stress can make it too difficult to study. take a deep breath, take it slow, and start again.

5. make sure you understand the content while learning it, too. i like to make mind maps that are similar to the flashcards so i can grasp the concept of the topic while also memorising it. some people rely entirely on exams being almost like ‘memory tests’ but they also examine your understanding of the topic, too.

6. get into a routine. wake up at a certain time, work at a certain time, take breaks at a certain time, and go to sleep at a certain time. keep these times consistent and make them into a habit like the way you make showering or brushing your teeth a habit. and remember the breaks you take are AS important as the revision. if you take no breaks you’re going to burn yourself out completely.

here are some timetables i like to use:

8:00-10:30

11:30-1:30

2:30-5:30

7:30-9:30

that’s 8 hours of revision with sufficient breaks.

or:

8:00-10:30

11:00-1:30

2:00-4:30

that’s 7.5 hours of revision but with smaller breaks, but you finish much earlier.

or:

10-12

2-4

5-7

thats 6 hours of revision with good breaks.

7. get good sleep, please. if you get bad sleep you’ll be too tired the next day and trust me that will mess EVERYTHING UP.

8. when learning flashcards, i like to read it three times, and then press ‘again’ (when using anki, or if you’re using paper flashcards, put it to the back of the pile). when it comes back up, i try to recall it. if i don’t get it right, i read it 3 times again, and then scribble it down on some paper — then press ‘again’.

10. use forest (or flora, the free version) forest is an app where you can grow pretend trees and ‘plant’ your own garden depending on how much you revision you do. if you end your timer before it ends, or go on a different app, it kills your tree! the more revision you do, the more coins you get and you can buy different types of trees. (message me if you get forest and you can add me! not flora tho, i don’t use that one)

i hope this helped!!!! good luck!!! 😁😁😁😁

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Can you give tips for studying maths for a 11th grade student??

hello!!!! thanks for the ask, for credibility of my tips, I was the kid who was never good at math, actively hated it, wanted to drop it when I was in year 6. I was a like 30% - 40% scoring math student [in year 8 & 9], who moved to the high 80%s - 90%s in my last years of high school [year 12 & 13] - to the point I was regularly topping my class, I scored the highest in math out of all my subjects, and I am dreaming of pursuing physics. I did get a wonderful tutor, who helped me a ton in getting better, this is what I learned:

math is seriously mostly just practice & consistency

study 4 hours a week above what you do in school

do not ever give up on a question without attempting it at least thrice - in revision, not an exam of course

the whole point is getting so good at the methods of solving they come naturally to you

as well as analysing what method of solving helps in certain criteria

building math is like building a muscle, it takes consistent effort, you have to build math skills like you would build a muscle in the body, repeatedly, until it feels normal

if you struggle with a topic, give it the most time, - I am not particularly great at mental math, but I have been working on memorising my timetables (yes I am 19 years old) because my brain muddles up the numbers a lot

take your time solving questions, practice the motion of solving it, before trying to go fast - you will naturally speed up the better you get

meditate - staying mindful when doing math helps see clearly & think clearly. mindfulness has helped my problem solving tenfold.

also, it does not matter if you are bad at math, because you can always get better, being bad at something is impermanent, and can always be changed.

you aren't stupid, or dumb for not being as good at math as your peers (this was me, for quite a while). you're just struggling with a subject, which is normal - and you can get better if you work on it!

I think thats most of it!!! best of luck! let me know if you need anything else !!!

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Study tips and popular techniques

Kekekekke i hope this helps, and remember studying takes time, it usually won’t make your grades improve drastically over time! btw i highlighted what worked best for me and what i think you really should try?!

To do lists: will help you remember and know what you need to do. Highlight important stuff, like tests and homework or assignments.

Time tables/schedulers: will help you remember when your homework is due, or when your test/quiz is on. if you can, mark at least a month (or two) or a week before a test to remember studying it!

Homework as soon as you get it: just try. i’ve been trying this, and it gave me lots more time to rest with a peaceful mind and study time. like do the homework due the fastest, then continue on with the homework you can slowly do. i swear on this!!!

Study environments: these will literally make or break your focus. For some people, working in a cafe, library or school environment works the best, while others prefer studying at home. Some prefer pastels or dark colours in their rooms, or a certain temperature or time to study at. This is really important.

Notetaking: y’all, if you guys are gonna make notes- make it neat and easy to understand. you don’t wanna rush through your notes 15min before an exam and get even more stressed! mind maps help as well. try using abbreviations or arrows or small timetables to take less time spelling the entire thing out

Feynman Technique: pretend you’re a teacher and explain it to yourself in the most simple way possible

Pomodoro technique: study for a certain time (usually done in 25-30min each sesh), and take a small break/rest (usually 5min) per session. after about 4 sessions, take a longer break of about 15 to 30min.

Leitner system: make your flash cards with questions and their answers. sort them into boxes/sections of what you know well/understand and what you got wrong/confused/don’t understand. revise the 2nd box (wrong box) more often! but i prefer doing this on normal notebook paper but yeah!

Mind maps: make a mind map, which can help you understand how one topic can link to another topic and help fill out the blanks. I personally like making mind maps on grid or plain paper!!!

Spaced repetition: review topics (especially those you struggle with) at spaced intervals of time. eg, topic a (which i struggle with) today, tomorrow and everyday, but topic b (which i’m good at) review maybe every other day!

Solve questions: don’t you dare say ‘i can just read my notes’! well, i wanna to! but solving questions and old exam worksheets can help predict what sort of questions or topics typically come out. i think this is most helpful with subjects like science, math and history, compared to languages.

Try revising when you have free time: this can just be reading through your notes or questions & the answers to it maybe while your on the bus/car/subway or when you’re maybe baking or cooking something and you have some spare time!

This is just what has helped me, i hope this helps!… (*´꒳`*)

BTW HAVE BREAKS AND STAY HYDRATED AND SLEEP WELL- :3