#I have so much homework to doooo

[sabenhalfmoon]

not to be dramatic but if someone doesn't crush my soul back into my body soon I will surely perish

[qoldenskies]

Taking a break from homework to ask 11, 12, and 30 from that ask game you reblogged (I’m super super interested in the way other people go about writing their fics lolol 🙏)

YIPPEEEEE

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

truthfully it kind of depends! whenever i write i tend to have The Scene in mind and if i get impatient i'll usually write it, but i try to avoid doing it because i notice it messes with flow (but flow and pacing is something im just very conscious of, even though i observe that because im writing it my brain is reading it faster/skimming so its partially a me problem LOL)

in caged lungs im skipping around only because im trying to go with a draft format instead of editing as i go, since its so long itll help when i see everything connected, and there's a few scenes i plan on changing/rewriting completely when i get it all out. technically everything ive posted up to this point is a first draft, and its a habit i hope to break !!

12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?

i doooo yes, its mostly just a list of things/interactions i know i want. for cvd i have plans for up to chapter 9/10 or so, and just a bunch of scripts/concepts for later. with canary continuity i have a description for each scene on the google doc and i just add the content in as i go, with my actual notepad (thing i discovered i had on my laptop and have been using liberally) i mostly have quotes and passages i want to put in the story

and also for cc in particular im keeping really close track of the motifs and how i want to work them back around. already thinking about the healing part of the arc and implanting scenes/chekhovs guns that are going to loop back around WAY down the line is very funny... i actually do some of this for cvd too, i love to write intentionally like that.... i am weirdly pretentious and earnest about my turtle fanfiction. people have no idea what im going to do with that lamp and i bide my time. also the clocks. and the laundry room. and the ocean (actually that one's fine its just a parallel). and the rooftop. and the cameras oh my god the cameras. i plan on committing so many horrors

really just things i know i WANT to be consistent with is the biggest thing i keep track of (although sometimes things will just pop up AS i'm writing and i roll with the punches, like the security system being a metaphor in coming undone, and also all of the very intentional trust fall parallels and the way it conveniently worked with the chapter names. fun fact for metaphors, i REALLY planned to expand on the chess thing between leo and donnie but it messed with the pacing so im keeping it for cvd.... ive got some ideas)

OH EXCEPT FOR THAT SEP AU IVE VAGUELY TALKED ABOUT. i have EVERY SINGLE chapter plotted out, its 52 chapters long. i am NOT GOING TO WORRY ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW its a far in the future thing. but its also the only au i have that isnt like,,, specifically canon divergent, so i wanted to pay close attention to how i set things up. 4 later (currently the working name for it is where we went wrong, after the song by the hush sound, and honestly im tempted to keep it because it makes the acronym wwww which is beautifully ironic because they take NOTHING BUT LS ITS JUST ONE AFTER ANOTHER OH MY GOD)

30. How much do you edit your fics?  Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

OH I KIND OF ALREADY ANSWERED THIS ABOVE OOPS. im trying to break out of the habit but i mostly just grammar correct through google docs and then throw out the first draft haphazardly, and it can kinda come off polished anyway because i tend to edit as i go. sometimes it means i'll fix mistakes in fics like a month after releasing them, impatience is my Weakness

wow i yap a lot LMFAO the yapperrrr

[sweet-slut]

trans cutie againnn

I have so much homework to doooo, but I promise I'll touch myself to ur blog first chance I gettt <333

Oh nooooo what a shame 😭💕 promise promise?

[seatail-mc]

Collaborative Animatic?

Qsmp fandom! Does anyone want to do a collaborative project?

School just started up again and university leaves very little time for me to work on creative projects, but I keep getting inspired to work on one anyway

If you feel the same way, and want to draw like two-three shots of an animatic (we can decide exactly what to make as a group) please reply to this and let me know!

(also please reblog either way so more people can be included!)

I always loved those animations that are made by multiple artists so you can see all the different styles cycle through as they play, and qsmp is about uniting a community, right?

(Please I wanna do art but I have so much homework to doooo)

[bunnybeingbetter]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　21/100 day of productivity 　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

{i need to start writing these a bit more formally ha}

started on my studio art project, which is a miracle. it requires watercolor, and my processing with that excitable medium is unpredictable {mostly okay though- since I have been practicing}

fingers crossed i get a good amount done this week!!

I think I did okay on my chem test??? probably not??? did better than most because I actually finished it so-

did a spot of homework today, planning to write some poetry later...

got lots of assigned work, need to log them in into my calendar and reminders!!

today was an okay-ish day? raining quite a bit...

i looked high apparently- the stress or overthinking must be getting to me haha

so much to doooo

much luv and peace- stay hydrated, lovelies!!! <3

[kuiinncedes]

chain of iron came out today and i have read all of like maybe 3 books since chain of gold came out last fucking year 🥰🥰🥰

[joyfools]

[☆] Ways to say "𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊" PartII

→Based on: this post and PartI

[08:10am]

𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗

You and your boyfriend Renjun walk back home when you arrive at your home he says "Don't forget homework" and kisses you on the cheek. The next day when Renjun meets you at the school entrance he asks "Did you do your homework?" You widen your eyes, you arrived home started talked with your parents and forgot, Renjun smirks and hands you a cadern. "I knew you would forget, here I did yours too.

[11:02am]

𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝙹𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐

You and Jisung have been dating for 2 months but the poor guy still couldn't tell you that he loves you, he finds it very complicated to say because when he decides to talk he gets so nervous and sweating. Jisung's friends came up with the idea of ​​him writing a love letter. "Dear Y/N I'm sorry for being an idiot and never saying I love you, you've become one of the most important things in my life, I love you so much."

[13:01pm]

𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 “𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎” 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔

here[☆]

[15:34pm]

𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝟷𝟶𝟶 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

here[☆]

[18:27pm]

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚎

You and Chenle were strolling through the city when Chenle decided to take a shortcut to show the city view, the radio sounds soft as it starts playing the song that Chenle loves, he turns up the volume and starts singing the chorus loudly "Y/N sing with me" "When you love someone like i doooo"

[20:09pm]

𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗

"I want lasagna now" You say after seeing a commercial with it, you love lasagna, Jaemin looks at you from the corner of his eye and gets up making a huge noise in the kitchen. "what are you doing?"" I'm cooking lasagna for you, you said that you wanted "

[21:15pm]

𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙹𝚎𝚗𝚘

You hate fireworks, you hate the huge noise they make, Jeno knows then when the fireworks started at the festival where you guys were he held your hand. "It's okay I'm here"

Networks:@knet-bakery @superm-net

[undercoverwizardfanfiction]

Mud is Thicker Than Blood:

Sick Day

Summary: I said i’d put all the little shorts I have about the Mud Dogs and Donnie in one story, so here it is!

Gift for: @void-inked-pen birthday a while back. They are a amazing friend and a source of inspiration for me

Characters: Donatello, Loathsome Leonard, Mickey, Dastardly Danny, Myra, April O’Neil

Pairings: You’re in luck! all the pairings for this fic are just past this door [gestures to wall that has a badly painted door under it and the laundry basket above it that’s suppose to be some sort of trap]

“What is this supposed to be?”

Even though Len had been using as polite of a tone as possible, Danny still gives him a heated glare. He uses his spatula to scrape the blackened flat pastry off his frying pan and onto Len’s plate with the consistency of a dried brick. ”They’re called crespelle’s. My Dads used to make them for me and my siblings all the time.”

“Are they supposed to be…” Mickey pokes it with his flipper, “rocks?”

Danny lets out another angry huff. “I couldn’t remember the ingredients, alright??” he says, flipping another burnt disc onto a plate. Len uses his chopstick to poke at the burnt food. For someone who had known the sting of hunger many times and learned to not be picky, he finds himself wondering if he can sneak out back and compare the taste of the burnt disk to dirt.

The sounds of footsteps tells him the last member of their little family was coming down to join them. “Morning,” Danny calls. ”I got a nice big breakfast for my only grateful family member with taste!” Danny says as he starts stacking another plate.

Donnie is pulling on his hooded cardigan as he reaches the bottom step, eyeing the breakfast with a concerned eye. “Doooo I want to know?” he asks before looking to Len with a look that clearly says ‘remember how I never forget ‘best parents day’? you owe me’. It takes more than a little willpower to keep from laughing but manages to duck his head to hide his grin before turning to Danny.

“How about we spare my kid this time? He’ll never hit his height goals if he eats this.”

Danny unties his apron and stomps over and pours himself a cup of coffee all while grumbling about ‘uncultured swine.’ This time Len can't stop the snort that escapes him this time but when Donnie takes his spot at the table his smile falters as Donnie pours himself a cup of hot coffee. Leaning over the mug with a sigh, his normally dark jade complexion feels a shade lighter than usual and more than Len’s comfortable with. “You feeling ok?” he asks, moving his chair to Don’s side of the table. He puts an arm around Don's shoulders and without waiting for an answer he presses the back of his hand to Don’s cheek. The teen squirms at the contact but was unable to pull out of his grip.

“Dad, Dad, I'm fine I just didn’t sleep well. I had a bad dream again.”

“Why didn’t you come get me? You could have slept in my bed.”

“You got home late last night, I didn’t want to wake you,” Don says, still trying to twist his head away from Len’s hand.

“I’m the Dad here, Donnie. I’m supposed to worry about you, not the other way around.” But when he’s unable to find anything close to a fever he pulls away. He looks to Danny hoping he’d see something Len missed but the rat shrugs at him.

“Is it still ok to go tutor April today? Please? I’ve been cooped up here all winter.”

Len wants to say no, but sighs at the pleading look Donnie gives him. It had been a longer winter then usual, he didn’t blame his son for needing some space. He was no longer a five year old but he still had a hard time telling him no for no good reason. “Yeah, but if you start feeling sick you come home ok? Or ask Myra to help you home.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.” As Donnie downs his last bit of coffee he stands back up. Len had turned to poke at his breakfast again when he feels Don's arms wrap around his collar bone and rest his cheek on Len’s head. “I love you Dad. Thanks for being obnoxious and worried.”

“Aw. Love you too, silly gecko.” Len pats his arm in reciprocated affection. Donnie grabs his shoulder back and hurries out the front door. “Have fun!” Len calls after him. Only then did he look back to Danny. “He looked pale right?”

“Yeah but honestly it could have been the breakfast,” Mickey says, picking up a disc, “I even felt sick when I saw it.”

“First of all screw you,” Danny points at Mickey with his spatula, “Second of all, if he’s not feeling well he’ll come home. And third of all, next time you all can make your own crespelles.” Danny drops his last disk onto a plate when the shattering of ceramic fills the air. The three thieves blink at each other for a sec before Danny raises up the food slowly to show the plate underneath had been cracked in half from the sheer force of the crepe. With a defeated sigh, Danny drops his spatula. “Ok whose all for throwing these at trees and seeing if they shatter??”

Len and Mickey both raise their hands with a grin.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

“Donnie?”

Despite the softness of April’s voice Don jumps so hard his elbow hits the stack of April’s school books. It’s only by his reflexes that they don’t join the rest of April’s dirty clothes on the floor. It takes him a few moments to regather his scattered thoughts before looking to April. ”Did you say something?”

“Yeah, your name, like five times.” His oldest friend peers at him from over her glasses. “Are you sure you’re feeling ok?”

Donnie would have rolled his eyes if he wasn’t painfully aware of the migraine that would return if he did. Unfortunately, it had been haunting him ever since he woke up that morning. “For the last time yes. Uncle Danny made breakfast and it's just hurting my stomach. Now, the compound would be 23.6% more effective if you set the witch fire to exactly 129 degrees cinder.” He scribbles on the paper for a few moments before sliding it over to her. April casts him a suspicious look before looking over the paper again.

“If you ever convince your Dad to let you go to school, my Alchemy teacher would cry tears of joy. Again.” She pauses “They cry a lot.”

Don tries to smile but his aching head only allows him a half grin. As April starts adding his notes to hers he reaches for his yunomi of tea, not thirsty so much as needing the warmth for a subtle cold that clings to his skin.

There’s the sound of a door opening downstairs followed by the sound of a woman shrieking and dozens of items hitting the ground. ”A-April dear!!! I could use some help!” calls the unmistakable voice of the Mayor of witch town.

April was already out of her seat. “Coming Mom!” she calls hurrying for the door. “Don’t do my homework Dee!” she calls behind him.

“I would never!” Donnie says [even though he had already been reaching for her note book]. A few years ago he had the brilliant business idea, in lieu of being able to go to school himself, to do students' homework for them for a small [not so small] fee.

Of course before he could even launch his venture his Dad had found out and outright forbade it.

This time he’s unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes. The effect is instantaneous as the lights in the room become painfully saturated. He tries to cover his eyes but his world is already spinning.

It’s the last thing he feels before he blacks out

(#)#(#)

“I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed,” Len says in a tone that can only come from nine years of parenting experience. It does its job on Mickey who’s shoulders bunch up to the sides of his head, and even though Danny is trying to pull off ‘I don’t know how you think you can guilt trip me’ by leaning back in his seat. But it's hard to look innocent when the two of them are covered in mud.

“IT WAS DANNY’S FAULT!!” Mickey shrieks pointing at the rat. “After we knocked over a tree with one of his crepy things he told me that he knew alchemy that would make mud into chocolate and-and-“

Danny’s ‘calm bad boy’ dis option went out the window (which was also broken because of a wayward flying crepelle). “Who the hell raised you to be a snitch?!” the rat hisses.

“You did!! I learned it from watching you!”

The rat opens his mouth to argue before thinking. “Ok fine but I always taught you to get paid first.”

Len slaps a hand down his face. Normally he and Danny have reversed roles but he should have recognized that wild look in the rats eyes when Mickey was using one of the leftover crepelles as a tool sharpener. But Len, forgetting they were not in fact grown men but children pretending to be adults, had left them to their own devices.

There is a knocking on the door that makes Len sigh again. ”I have a fourteen year old and he has more common sense than you two.” He says in a way that is probably supposed to make them feel ashamed, but Mickey snorts loudly with his flippers over his mouth.

He opens the door to a flash of light that forces him to cover his eyes for a moment before his eyes adjust to the familiar form of the mayor of Witch Town. “Myrah?” He rubs at his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“I need you to come get Doniel, he has a fever and passed out while tutoring April.”

Len felt as though a cold chill had passed through his body, it was the only reason he hesitated. “Y-yeah just give me a sec.” He ducks back into the house, where Danny is already waiting.

”Len what’s-“

“Donnie passed out, I need you to come with me,” already the air of lighthearted teasing and jabs went out the window. Len is back down the stairs with a quilt from Donnie’s bed as Danny is grabbing his coat and tossing Len his. He almost feels bad for Mickey who can only watch on as the two exit. Myra waves her wand, the bright light from earlier returns, creating a portal in front of them. Len barely waits for the portal to form before stepping through. A moment later he is standing in the familiar oversized living room. He had been to the witch family house many times and each time was always surprised how disproportionate all the furniture was, (which made sense considering how tall Amaranth was).

The child in question was lying on the bright pink sofa under a thick blanket. There was a washcloth hovering over his head, every few seconds wiping at his brow. April looks at them when they enter with panic in her eyes. “I don’t know what happened Lenny, I went to help mom with groceries and-and when I came back-“

“Its ok April, it's not your fault.” Len takes her place by Donnie. His son's brow is furrowed underneath a layer of perspiration. Even though he already knows the answer, he presses the back of his hand on Don’s brow. His already racing heart is now beating so fast it almost hurts in his chest. He replaces the blanket Myra had given him with the one he had brought, wrapping him up in it before scooping him up into his arms.

“I’m sorry Len, if Amaranth had been here she could help but...” her fingers tap together anxiously as she watches the child in his arms. Len was always touched by how much Myra and Amaranth cared for Donnie. He never felt the need to have a partner (though he and Donnie both made enough ‘mom’ jokes about Danny to last a lifetime) it warmed his heart to know someone outside his family loved Donnie almost as much as he did.

“I know, thank you.” He moves past the mayor to where the portal was and in another flash he's back in front of his house where Danny is waiting. The rat reaches out and takes him around the shoulders and herds him inside. “He’s burning up Danny, I-I don’t know what happened, I felt his forehead his morning and he was fine, you saw me do it.”

“I know, I know.” Even though Danny claimed that he didn’t remember any of his medical training he’s already looking over Donnie. Trained eyes looking for anything that could tell him what was wrong. After a few moments Danny says to Len, “Get him into bed I’ll be there in a sec-“

“Ah-shouldn’t we put in him some ice?”

“No, the last time we tried that he almost went into shock before I stepped in. He’s a turtle, he can’t handle it.”

“I-I know.” Len unconsciously cradles Donnie closer to his chest protectively. He could still remember the terror of the time when Donnie got the Fall Flu and had a fever that burned his hand. They had gotten so desolate they had put him in a tub of ice to combat it. They had thought it was working until Don had fallen into a deathlike stillness. It was only then Danny had realized Donnie was going into shock and pulled him out so quickly they had knocked over their makeshift tub.

Now Len couldn’t tell if the shivers he was feeling were from Donnie’s sleeping form or from his own fear. Not until Danny put a hand on his shoulder and forced him to look into his eyes. “Can you get him to bed please? I’m going to mix together some medicine that Amaranth taught me and I’ll be right there, ok?”

Len nods “Ok, ok.” He lowers his cheek onto Don’s scalp as he carries him upstairs. It's only when the parent and child are out of sight does Danny let out a shaky sigh, running a hand over his scalp under his hat and forcing himself to calm down. He had never realized how much he depended on Len keeping a calm head. He hadn’t realized just how much he depended on that til they brought Donnie in. During missions Len had an eerie calm about him that he thrived off of. But it was moments when anything threatened the health or happiness of his child that threw Len in the deep end and forced Danny to step in.

“Mickey,” he says without looking behind him, knowing the poor eel was fluttering around not knowing what to do. “Will you please go upstairs and keep Len calm? Help him how you can til I get there.”

“Y-yeah ok.” The eel hurried to do as he was told. In that moment Danny allowed himself one more sigh before reaching under the cabinet and pulling up an old beaten box, filled with herbs and remedies he had swiped from houses over the years. He pulls out a notebook he had filled with some of Amaranth's recipients and pulls out a mortar bowl and pestle. Picking through a few jars of tiny shards and grinding them together before taking out an empty incense holder and pouring it inside. He made sure to secure the lid and take up the glass bottle under his arm before hurrying up the stairs.

A part of him had been scared that Len’s own fears would drive him to ignore his warning about the ice, but he entered Don's room just as Len was pulling a blanket over him. “Good job.” Danny moves past him to kneel by the bed, turning and handing the incense to Mickey. “Can you light this please? It’ll help clear the bacteria out of his lungs.” As he was twisting open the glass bottle he heard Mickey spark behind him before the smell of lavender filled the air (he ignored Mickey gagging behind him). He tips the tip of the bottle to test how much liquid was inside. Luckily, they still had enough for Donnie (he’d have to steal more later). He dabs his thumb with the light pink liquid before running it across Don’s burning forehead. ”There.”

“Is he ok?”

Danny had to commend Len on not asking him a million questions. He reaches back and pats his old friend on the knee. “The Willow Extract should help take his fever down, but if It doesn’t help in a few hours we’ll go to witch town.” He doesn’t get a response, but when he turns to look at him, he sees Len staring at his son. His dark eyes full of concern and fear that only a father could have. Danny stands up and steps back. “Len why don’t you sit with him for a bit, and I’ll make you some tea.” He makes eye contact with Mickey and jerks his head towards the door. After taking a moment to pat Len on the shoulder he follows him out the door.

Len finally lets his face drop into his hands with a shaky breath before the sound of a weak cough reaches him. When he looks up again he was filled with relief to be looking into Donnie’s feverish dark pink eyes. “Hey,” says a weak voice.

“Hey baby boy,” Len sits up on the edge of his bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Like someone tried to kill me with one of Uncle Danny’s devil pancakes.” He barely has enough wind to finish his sentence before he has to gasp for air. “Will you sit with me please?”

Len can't help but smile, holding the side of Don’s face with his hand for a moment before climbing over him and laying on his other side. Don turns his head and tucks his head underneath Lens chin. “I’m s’rry,” Don mumbles, “I-I didn’t know I was sick.”

“I know you didn’t, you’re not a good liar remember?” Len lowers his cheek onto his scalp. “You get that from your Uncle Mickey.”

“And you?”

“Nah, I’m a great liar,” he smirks down at Donnie, “I’m not going to teach you how to lie though until you turn eighteen,” he pauses, “Hundred.”

Donnie lets out a laugh that sounds more like a raspy balloon, but Len can tell he’s trying not to fall asleep again. He rubs Don’s arm over his blanket. “Get some sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” The teen gives a nod of acknowledgement before rolling towards him. A few moments later he's fast asleep again, breathing easier than he had been a few minutes ago.

[ckneal]

I think what I love most about the minor angel characters is that there's so much room to invent around them, because different writers put out different things (and I swear, you can tell that some of them did not bother to do their homework before knocking out a script), and most of these characters were either just written in for the purpose of dying, or performing one tiny deed before disappearing, least the presence of a lingering super powered being screw up the rest of the season's plot. 

And invent, I have. I have so many thoughts, grounded on the flimsiest of evidence and the rule "no one said it DIDN'T happen like. . ."

I've decided that Gadreel and Anna were best friends, and the way that he was ridiculed and imprisoned in Heaven, due to Lucifer's actions, played into the depression that would eventually lead her to cutting out her grace. And after Raphael, the angels Michael interacted with most were Zachariah, Naomi, Ishim, and Bartholomew, and he couldn't stand any of them. Next most frequent was Anael, in a strictly business sort of way, he didn’t even really notice, and she suspected he was a huge nerd. He outright despised Joshua, for reasons that were entirely petty and in no way Joshua's fault. And Michael also tried to make friends with Virgil at one point, but was so socially awkward he couldn't get a conversation going. Meanwhile, Virgil spent every second of the attempts desperately trying to be as politely impassive as possible, because he was convinced Michael had read Dante's Inferno and was trying to get him to admit to certain things. Unbeknownst to Michael, Benjamin was incredibly loyal to him, because Michael had unknowingly given his blessing to Benjamin and his human wife's union, and Benjamin only sided against Raphael in the war following the failed apocalypse because he knew that Castiel was in love with Dean, even if Cas wasn't ready to say it yet himself. I also think that Michael found himself thinking about Gadreel a lot when he was in the cage, to the point that Adam eventually had to ask about that strange bright shape he kept seeing through their bond. 

But you know one angel that still throws me? Abner. 

Now, I do have some thoughts on Abner. But there’s one question I've never been able to get my head around. . .

Abner and Gadreel were best friends. They were in prison together. They received the same regular punishment. And Gadreel's there because Lucifer got the drop on him and corrupted mankind, and everyone decided to blame Gadreel, despite Lucifer being a big strong archangel, literally nicknamed The Deceiver, with superior powers---which both Gabriel in season 13 and Michael in season 15 implied to include the ability to keep their lesser siblings from detecting them. But, yeah, sure. It's Gadreel's fault. 

But to get back to the point. We're told that Chuck was the one to come up with Gadreel's sentence. However, it's implied that Abner was sentenced later. Which suggests that that Michael was the one who probably ordered Abner to be locked up. Michael, who ordered Naomi to wipe Castiel's mind who knows how many times, who was known to so frequently smite his own siblings out of existence that Zachariah didn't even try to talk his way out of it in season 5. That guy specifically wanted to see Abner in a jail cell next to the scapegoat everyone blamed for the fall of mankind.

What did he do, Michael? What did he doooo?

[chaxtic-fia]

October 5 , 2021 — 𝔻𝔸𝕐 ⋅ 𝕆𝟝

𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑛?

I want to catch up in all of my classes by october 11th but we'll see. i also want to lose at least 30 pounds from my pandemic weight gain by mid december but heY, we'll see. I want to end my first semester of college with mainly A's & B's. I'll allow only 1 "C" and that's the lowest I'll go ;-; (gotta get dem good grades in order to transfer to my selected uni.)

I literally did no homework today. My mom is fasting for the next few days because she has a colonoscopy on Thursday & I have to run the daycare. Do you know how many paper crafts I've done? Too many! I have a test tomorrow that I haven't studied for and a rhetorical analysis essay that I haven't even stArted idk what I'm gonna doooo. I have so much late work already, mental health is deteriorating, I just want to crawl back into bed and never get out (ಥ_ʖಥ)

[heroami]

In Bloom - Part 2

Fandom: Voltron

Previous Parts: I

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“Why are we doing this again?”

Lance huffs as he checks for a final time that the plow is properly hooked up to the tractor before pushing himself to his feet and rounding on his sister, who had made herself comfortable sprawled across the seed bags he had carefully stacked next to the fence.

“What is this ‘we’?” he asks accusingly, looking pointedly at the small stash of snacks on the ground and the open book hanging loosely in her fingertips. “You have yet to move from that spot, Veronica.”

“I’m on vacation,” the older woman sniffs. The book closes anyway, and she shifts so that she’s sitting up properly, elbows pressing into her knees, before propping her chin on a raised hand. “That, and I can’t do much if I can’t figure out what you’re doing.”

“Well,” Lance begins, reaching towards the faded red monstrosity behind him and giving it a pat. “This here is a tractor and that,” he points to the other smaller, equally-faded-red monstrosity on the end, “is a plow. Maybe you’ve heard of them? It’s gonna break the soil up so I can plant things in it.”

He gets the book thrown at him for his trouble.

“Cool it, smartass. I meant why are we using them to plant -.” Veronica shifts again, lifting her leg slightly to read the packaging beneath. “’Bluebonnets?’”

“Counter-question,” Lance stoops down to grab the discarded novel, making a face when he reads the cover. “Why are you reading Nicholas Sparks? His stuff is disgustingly cheesy, and this is me talking.”

“Because I like it. So, stop changing the subject and -.”

“There’s your answer, then. Because I like them.” He drops the book back in her lap as he bends down to steal one of her water bottles. He pauses to take a swig before pressing it to the back of his heated neck. “They’re pretty blue flowers and I want to plant them on my farm. Simple as that.”

Veronica still looks dubious. “Uh-huh, and why are we doing it out here by the road and not in literally any of the fields on your farm.”

“I’m trying something new, Ronnie. Let me live.”

She raises her hands in surrender, though her arched eyebrows tell him that she had sensed the defensive-ness laced in his tone. She looks at him carefully, eyes analyzing his face and he can practically see her trying to puzzle out what’s going on. Lance feels his shoulders bunch up towards his ears and is getting ready to remind her to mind her own damn business when a shout cuts across the yard.

“Uncle Lance! Aunt Veronica!”

The tension in his shoulders drops instantly, annoyance receding as he watches Nadia and Sylvio dash towards them.

“What’s up, buttercups?” he asks as they draw nearer.

He gets two groans in reply as Nadia drops next to Veronica on the seed bags. Sylvio, on the other hand, climbs onto the fence, only to hook his knees around the thick, top rung and drop the rest of his torso so he hangs upside down.

“There’s nothing to doooo,” his nephew whines pathetically.

“And we’re boooored,” his niece adds, equally as dramatic, as she lists sideways into Veronica’s lap, who simply rolls her eyes before beginning to run her fingers through the young girl’s hair.

It’s Lance’s turn to arch an eyebrow. “So, what? It’s my job to entertain you two?”

Sylvio meets his gaze straight on. “I mean, yeah?” Lance can’t help the laugh that slips past his lips. God, when did his sweet little nephew get so sassy?

“Well, I’ve got to finish this today,” he says, jutting his chin towards the waiting tractor. “So, it looks like you guys are out of luck.”

Another pair of groans.

Rolling his eyes, Lance drops the water bottle back onto the ground to dig through his pockets for the keys, only for Veronica to grab his hand and place them in his palm. With a small smile as thanks, he begins to climb onto the machine, swinging his leg over the side before addressing the kids once more. “If you’re so bored, why don’t you do the homework you brought with you?”

“It’s Saturday, Uncle Lance! I don’t want to do that.”

“Doesn’t sound like there’s really nothing to do then, does it? Just things you don’t want to do. So, you can’t really be all that bored.” The children make ugly faces at his response, so Lance sighs and tries again. “Maybe, if you help me out, I can finish faster and then we can go do something more fun.”

 That catches Nadia’s attention, though Sylvio looks uncertain.

“What are you doing exactly?”

“Planting some seeds up and down the road.” He pulls out his phone and headphones, flicking idly through his playlist for something to listen to while he works. “Just from here to the entrance to the property.”

Sylvio’s nose scrunches up in distaste. “Why?”

“Huh,” Veronica shoots Lance a look that screams ‘I told you so’. “That’s an excellent question, Sylvio. Why are we planting bluebonnets up and down the road, Lance?”

Nadia perks up at that, sitting up straight and pulling Veronica’s leg out of the way to look at the bags herself. “’Bluebonnets’?” she reads before turning to look up at Lance, excitement clear on her face. “Wait, aren’t those the pretty blue flowers Keith told us about?”

Lance’s neck suddenly felt like it was on fire again and it had nothing to do with the sun. He stubbornly keeps his head down, futzing with the controls, while the heat quickly creeps up to his face. He makes a vague noise of assent.

“Now things are coming together,” Veronica says, and Lance’s stomach churns uncomfortably at the tone of her voice. “Tell me, Nadia, what exactly did Keith say about bluebonnets?”

“They’re his favorite!” Nadia promptly explains, ever helpful. “I looked them up and apparently there are entire highways in Texas lined with them.” She rounds on Lance. “Is that why you’re planting them along the driveway? So Keith can see him next time he’s here?!”

“Well, I mean-. Not just because-. Uh, that’s-.” Lance stammers, trying not to shrink under the weight of his niece’s apparent enthusiasm towards the idea. Sylvio is giving him a weird look, so he must not be doing a good job. Meanwhile, Veronica looks like Christmas had just come early.

“Oh, is that how it is?” she taunts, shooting him a wicked smile. “We’re planting them for Keith?”

“They’re really pretty, Aunt Veronica,” Nadia insists before he could even think of a response. He’s not sure yet whether he’s grateful for the interruption or not. “Like the juniberries.”

Veronica’s grin gets even bigger. 

Nope, definitely not grateful. 

“You know what, Nad,” his sister positively drawls, reaching out to push a few stray strands of hair out of the girl’s eyes gently, eyeing Lance triumphantly all the while. “I think you’re right; they’re exactly like the juniberries.”

It sounds like she’s implying something. He’s pretty sure, since she’s always implying something when she uses that voice. He hates that voice. And he was not about to stick around to hear any more of it, so he flicks the keys in the ignition, starting the tractor engine with a dull roar.

“What was that?” he shouts, sticking his ear buds in his ears. “I can’t hear you!” Nadia and Sylvio cover their ears with matching winces, which he feels a bit bad about, while Veronica rolls her eyes at the theatrics, so… forget her. He points to Nadia and Sylvio. “I’m going to work on this and you two are going to start on your homework. We’ll head into town this afternoon for a movie, okay? But only if you get some of your homework done.” 

Nadia nods rapidly while Sylvio dismounts the fence and they both head off towards the house. Somehow, they’re already shouting at each other about something. But by now Lance is chugging along down the road, letting the noise of the tractor drown out his arguing niece and nephew, eyes trained ahead so he doesn’t have to see his sister’s smug face. 

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Part 3

Also on ao3

[sinscrivener]

MAGQUA AU THING

Magma school AU kinda Aqua school AU kinda-

Magma nerds:

They never HAVE homework nor real reason to study, their always done before or during lunch hour, BUT they DO pretend to need to, opting for Courtney's place-

Thus there, they are almost like their 'rivals' Aqua derps when at school, outwordly happy, kinda loud, up late talking about things, snacking on rather healthy things (I do anyway) or the occasional ice cream bar, disscussion going to who's the 'stupidest ' Aqua derp when it draws out much later into the night-

They stay over night almost always at Courtney's due to her parents being the most lenient and happy that their silent withdrawn daughter has made friends who enjoy her so much-Doing hair, nails, and watching movies or TV, the most relaxed all three can ever really be-

Maxie and Tabitha's home lives shit

Aqua derps:

They HAVE homework and NEED to study and, they do, shocker-

More loud and playful and easily deverted in their work to the TV or joking about something in the Science book that sounds funny "reproductive " "period" "dick" to name a few (I doooo I'm 12 xD), but they DO get it done, some how (lols)-

Sometimes when something majors happened at school they wonder as they work who of their group likes the NEEERDS which all of them do, and all being siblings, Shelly oldest, Archie middle, Matt youngest, Shelly easily gets her brothers to fess up-

In the end she too confesses her feelings for Courtney but only after a barrage of chips and popcorn and the random candy worm/rope-

Archie liking Maxie and Matt liking Tabitha

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(Might add more or whatever)

[birdyverdie]

i really shouldn’t have read that ironstrange fic,,,,, i have so much homework to doooo

[wonderlustlucas]

i cant believe i’m saying this but i literally can’t wait for school to start shdkdhdkdh i have 80 minutes of free everyday and 2 days out of the 7 day schedule i have 140 minutes of free so i can just do all my homework in school & i’m only working 8 hours a week and i’m just so excited cus once october is over and i’m done w sats & college applications i’ll have so much free time and AH rn i’m watching skz survival show but i wanna watch all of chan’s vlives & bts run episodes and ill be able to now w all the free time and maybe i’ll finally be able to write during the school year AHHHHH YAYYYYYY there’s so much i’m gonna be able to doooo i’m so happy

[heavenlyhuangs]

50 question tag

tagged by the lovely @jenoration

1. What takes up too much of your time?

~homework :{

2. What makes your day better? 

~journaling or a time i can jus lay down and listen to music

3. What’s the best thing to happen to you today?

~i got to play with my nieces and nephews

4. What fictional place would you like to go to?

~probably this old video game i played called daxtar

5. Are you good at giving advice?

~it depends honestly

6. Do you have a mental illness?

~no

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis?

~ yes and it was pretty scary because i was young

8. What musician inspired you the most?

~taylor swift because i listen to her a lot growing up

9. Have you ever fallen in love?

~i think so because ive had a crush on a guy from 3rd grade to 7th grade

10. What’s your dream date?

~going to a restaurant and just talking, making jokes, telling stories and more or like build-a-bear workshop and making an animal together

11. What do others notice about you?

~my hair or my handwriting [even though both are ugly]

12. What’s an annoying habit you have?

~im just annoying in general

13. Do you still talk to your first love ?

~yes i doooo

14. How many exes do you have?

~one but zero because the only relationship ive been in was i kindergarten

15. How many songs are in your playlist?

~CURRENTLY 488 lol

16. What instruments can you play?

~none :(

17. What do you have the most pictures of?

~either outdoors or nct

18. Where would you like to go before you die?

~thailand

19. What’s your Zodiac?

~monkey or libra

20. Do you relate to it?

~umm

21. What is happiness to you?

~happiness can be anything, as long as it puts a real smile on your face and real good warmth in your heart then keep doing it

22. Are you going through anything right now?

~yeah :(

23. What’s the worst decision you ever made?

~telling my current crush that i like him

24. What’s your favourite store?

~micheals or forever 21

25. What’s your opinion on abortion?

~i am not a fan, if you arent ready to take care of a child then just don’t do “it” butgetting rid of abortion clinics just get rid of safe abortion

26. Do you keep a bucket list?

~not anymore

27. Do you have a favourite album?

~not currently

28. What do you want for your birthday?

~i want to have a party because im not allowed to have parties

29. What are most people’s first impressions of you?

~i seem shy at first

30. What age do you seem according to most people?

~ like 16 or older but only when i stand next to my cousins because they’re short

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping?

~on the nightstand because i use an alarm

32. What word do you say the most?

~what

33. What’s the oldest age you would date?

~5 years older than me

34. What’s the youngest age you would date?

~ a few months younger hehe

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you?

~they say i should work with children

36. What’s your favourite music genre?

~ k pop or k hip hop

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be?

~vietnam or china maybe even thailand or canada because i have family i still havent met in a couple of those places

38. What is your current favourite songs?

~i think i already made a post on this

39. How long have you had this blog for?

~since the end of december 2018

40. What are you excited for?

~to get married and have children

41. Are you a better talker or listener?

~both kind of?

42. What is the last productive thing you did?

~my mark fic is getting LONG

43. What do you want for Christmas?

~a boyfriend

44. What class do you get the best grades in?

~creative writing

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now?

~5.5

46. What can you see yourself doing in ten years?

~traveling the world and meeting lots of new people

47. When did you get your first heartbreak?

~december of 2018 after i got rejected, i cried for a week and a half and i would just cry thinking about him [i also cried a few days ago :(]

48. What age do you want to get married?

~maybe in the early 30s

49. What career did you want to have as a child?

~an astronaut or a zoo keeper

50. What do you crave right now?

~cuddles and attention

[jowikangaroo]

1 TO 50 JOWI 1 TO 50 Honestly I didnt even read all the ask but doooo itttt pleaseee

FINE FINE CALM YOUR TITS.

1. Do you ever wish you were someone else?- Yes. Well, not someone else entirely, but I wish was a better person.

2. What is your full name?- Jowi Rodriguez Orlina.

3. How old are you and how old do you get mistaken for?- I’m sixteen. No one’s really assumed my age before but for some reason, I often get mistaken for a college student. Once I tell them my actual age, they say I look really mature for my age.

4. Have you ever dyed your hair?- No, but I definitely will in the future. I plan to color some streaks of my hair blue.

5. What’s your eye color?- Brown. If only I inherited my dad’s eyes; they’re gray.

6. Your opinion about your body and how comfortable you are with it. - I’m considerably shorter than almost all of my friends, so it’s no surprise that I’m often the butt of so many short jokes. I’m also often the butt of flat jokes, but overall, I’m fine with my body. I’m thin as a pencil though, lol.

7. Do you have any tattoos or piercings?- No to both. I never really found the need for earrings, so I never got my ears pierced. A tattoo, on the other hand, is something I think I’m going to get. Nothing big; just a tiny one on my wrist.

8. What would you say is your best quality?- I have no self esteem AT ALL so how do I answer this. Um, I guess it’s my humor?

9. What are you really bad at?- Oh sweet willy willikers, I’M SO BAD AT SO MANY THINGS. I’m bad at taking care of myself, I’m bad at staying attentive, I’m bad at keeping myself focused, etc. etc.

10. What talent do you wish you had?- If only I was good at programming. I just suck with computers in general.

11. Are you nice to everyone?- Generally yes, I’m civil with everyone.

12. What do you think about the most?- I often think about my doubts and insecurities. Oh, and my friends.

13. Things you like/dislike about yourself. - I like that I can be a funny and entertaining person. I dislike that I sometimes come off as obnoxious and pissy.

14. What is your least favorite word?- Homework.

15. What is your favorite word?- I don’t think I have one, but I do have a favorite phrase: “I care for you.”

16. Are you more like your mom or your dad?- I honestly don’t know; I’m so different from everyone in my family, but…I guess my mom?

17. Would you ever smile at a stranger?- If we bump into each other, yeah. Depends on my mood though. I often just stare.

18. A reason you’ve ever lied to someone.- To make them think that I’m interesting and worth being friends with.

19. Are you lying about anything right now?- Nope. Or am I?

20. Have you kissed someone older than you?- Lips? No. Don’t know if I ever will. Cheek? Yes; during elementary. I’d rather forget it.

21. Do you believe in love at first sight?- No. I always thought that love was something that developed over time, not something that happened at a single glance.

22. Do you believe in soulmates?- I’m not sure. What if I’m meant to be alone? What if I’d rather be by myself?

23. Are looks important?- Heh, for a celebrity, yes. In general, I don’t think so. Inside is where it’s at, not the outside.

24. Opinion on relationship age differences. - I’m fine with a three-year gap. Same with a five-year gap. But maybe eight or TEN? No. That just feels weird.

25. Would you date someone off the internet?- Nope. Sorry. But hey, things can change.

26. Have you ever cried over a boy?- *sigh* Yes. Ah, hormones.

27. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?- Does it count if I want to be friends with them, but deep down I know we’ll never go past being acquaintances? If so, yes.

28. Anyone you’re giving up on right now?- No. Hopefully, never.

29. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?- No. My friends and I are like a hive mind; we mostly have the same opinions.

30. Have you ever liked your best friend?- Nope.

31. How does someone win your heart?- Well…just be genuine. Be real. Be down-to-earth and weird. The weirdest people are the coolest people.

32. What turns you on?- I absolutely adore rain. Dark, moody, and gloomy things in general. Oh, and jackets; I love hoarding them.

33. What turns you off?- Fake people. Summer heat. Places with a lot of people. Grammatical and writing mistakes.

34. Do you get jealous easily?- No. It’s not like I own the person. I have been envious of other people though.

35. What is your definition of cheating?- You can get away with it as long as you’re not caught.

36. Do you forgive betrayal?- It’ll take much more than a genuine apology to earn back my respect and trust.

37. Have you ever been cheated on?- Nope. Never even had a boyfriend.

38. Have you ever cheated on someone?- Look, I’ve been single my whole life, but why the hell would I cheat on someone? That’s one of the lowest things a person can do.

39. How often do you listen to music?- I listen to it every day and everywhere. Music is the best therapy.

40. First concert you attended. - A One Direction concert years ago. I regret it now, but my twelve year old self begs to differ.

41. Last movie you watched. - Infinity War. I’m still not okay.

42. Favorite type of movie. - Comedy. I love humor, especially if it’s dark.

43. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?- The entirety of my elementary years, and the first year of high school. I was such a cringey and annoying kid, it hurts.

44. Are you good at hiding your feelings?- Yes. However, if I’m at my tipping point, nothing will stop my tears.

45. Do you fall in love easily?- Nope. Call it being picky, but I just like being careful. Plus, I’m too young, so I could care less about love at the moment.

46. Do you think people say “I love you” too much?- No. It’s their relationship/friendship, so why judge?

47. What’s your favorite holiday?- Christmas. I get money, and I’m on break.

48. Are you a forgiving person? Do you like being that way?- It takes a while for me to forgive someone if they really offend me. Sometimes I only forgive so I can move on, and I think I can live with that.

49. Where’s the most magical place on earth?- Anywhere if I’m with my friends. They make any place light up.

50. What’s your type?- This question is vague, but I’m assuming it’s asking about my standards with guys. I guess I like someone who listens. Someone who I can be myself with. Whenever I’m with this person, it feels like I’m going on an adventure.

There. Are you happy, Ava?