#Motivation and inspos are all there

[amybizarre]

Character Design P2

I think I'll just put Post Apocalyptic Wally into a big comfy sweater with a dress shirt underneath, keeping the classic blue and yellow colors of the OG cardigan.

There's just one question tough-

Striped sweater or trimmed sweater? (The pics below are rough sketches of the ideas)

[liones-s]

a big lesson for me was learning that most things are not as fragile as I’d believed. missing a class, or turning in a bad assignment, won’t instantly destroy your professor’s opinion of you. accidentally saying something harsh won’t make your friend want to end the friendship. it takes work to repair these things - it takes effort and research and sometimes a sincere apology - but you can do that because they’re not irreparably broken. what you’ve worked to build, in academia and in relationships and in life, is stronger and more enduring that your mind may teach you to believe. don’t let imagined fragility lead you to giving up

[kraro-school-life]

You guys think I´m ready for my exam tmr?? ‧₊˚🖇️✩

[officialfitness2024]

Quad Damn

[live-like-ghibli]

10.28.24 // did i share the one on the left yet. idk anymore

[studeebymyself]

As hard as it is to motivate myself to study with all the chaos and problems around me and in the world, I do always feel proud of myself for trying. I always tell myself “you try, you win!” There have been times where I let myself let go of the hope of it all, thinking there isn’t any light at the end of the tunnel in the world we’re living in. But that cynicism has never helped me or anyone around me. We have to hope. We have to be able to imagine a better future. It’s not just an ideology. It’s a way of survival. I hope for more Hope!

[zookacestance]

all photos from tumblr & pinterest!! 💕📖🪽

[howifeltabouthim]

It gave him the last bit of courage he was missing. If he couldn't do this for himself he would do it for her.

Lev Grossman, from The Bright Sword

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

16th & 17th September 2024, Monday & Tuesday

day 22+23/50 productivity challenge - condensing 2 days into one because: ALL NIGHTER :) *sigh*

💤: 7 hrs - unintentionally k

🕒 1 p.m. - woke up

planned my day to literally focus on nothing but completing this fucking syllabus and revising english. also i don't have school on monday for some holiday (i forgot why)

some english revision (ngl it was barely anything)

studied + made notes biology ch: cell: the unit of life (completed)

took bath

studied + made notes biology ch: cell cycle and cell division (so much to memorise 😭 tell me how i actually like biology again?? like enough to wanna pursue it in the future???)

studied + made notes biology ch: structural organisation in animals (not fully) (why is animal anatomy kinda fun to learn about??)

🕒 7 a.m. - let's consider this the official start of the next day.. surprisingly i wasn't very sleepy at all the entire night even though i didn't drink any caffeine beforehand!! i'll prolly end up getting really low later but i just have to push though today to achieve the long awaited reward: SLEEP!! remind me not to do this ever again

🚰: 4 glasses - don't even say anything

took bath

morning skincare

🕒 8 a.m. - left for school - tuesday

didn't do well on my biology practical exam. i mean i did the experiments, spotting & writing part more or less ok. i'll prolly score most of the marks there but the viva voce part i tanked. she asked basic stuff which i knew very well but because i wasn't prepared at all i was nervous and spluttered my way through the minutes. i can't make the same mistake with my next practical exams!

🕒 1-6 p.m. - got back home and fell asleep...

re-planned the next few days

extended duolingo streak

practiced playing keyboard (who knew 2 off days would make me this rusty wow but it's ok i was forced to make my own associations and practice chord progressions) (yes i am VERY much a beginnerTM)

folded laundry (no one is surprised atp)

succumbed to doomscrolling & cried a shit ton for no reason guys pls don't be like me

ate dinner and realized that this is technically the only meal i had today and that's become a habit of mine

completed chemistry lab record

night skincare

studied + made notes biology ch: structural organisation in animals (not fully)

🕒 2:30 a.m. - ecstatically went to bed

🚰: 4 glasses - trying to consciously drink more, it'll be a slow journey that's for sure

🎧: someone to you - banners

[liliththinks]

Nothing is better than feeling like a bag of bones

[liones-s]

coming back to myself in the autumn

[tricks-tickles]

Are You Happy?

sudden burst of inspo be like:

sorry i dropped off the face of the earth(ish) apparently im limited to three fics per fandom haha

anyway south park amirite

(also psa im bri ish so idk how american unis work so the boys r 18ish here but im p sure i didn't get anything disastrously wrong)

word count: 1459

pairing: Lee!Craig/Ler!Tweek

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“Craig?” 

Tweek sat on his bed next to his boyfriend, anxiously tugging on the base of his shirt as he studied Craig’s expression. Despite being the stoic one of the two, he had a strangely tense look about him. 

“Yeah?” Craig said, fiddling with his fingers.

“Uh, are you- ACK, okay? You seem kind of n-nervous?” Tweek asked, twitching a little. 

“Oh, yeah I’m fine,” He responded, still looking at his hands, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“GAH- uh, because of your uni-university application?!” Craig had applied to the University of Colorado’s astrophysics course and was due to hear back at some point in the coming week. Although he had the grades for the course, he wasn’t sure about his personal essay and had been internally freaking out for a while. It was Saturday now, and his nerves were at an all-time high. He guessed it was starting to show.

“No.” He said, then paused, “Yes. I’m just worried I won’t get in.” Honesty is the best policy, or whatever.

“Of course you will!” Tweek said, winking out of anxiety. “You’re the- GAHAH- smartest guy I know!

Craig hummed, digging his feet into the bed. 

“I don’t know about that…” He muttered.

“And besides! Maybe they’re just BUSY! Or running late or s-something.” He said, screwing up his face in a twitch. 

“Maybe,” Craig said, unconvinced. “You’re lucky you don’t have to worry about this.” Tweek had taken a gap year to work at his parent's shop and figure out what he wanted to do with his life. If Craig was accepted then he would follow him to Boulder, or wherever he wanted to go. Tweek was sure he’d follow Craig to the ends of the earth.

“AH- don’t mention that! It’s WAY too much pressure!”

“Right,” Craig said, “Sorry.”

Tweek twitched anxiously. He had almost no experience in comforting people and was way out of his depth. Craig probably didn’t want to talk about it, and he wasn’t sure what else to do. He gently tugged on his hair, thinking about what Craig had done for him when he was anxious. Slowly, an idea formed. 

“Craig?” He said, again.

“Yeah?”

“Um, do you want me to- ACK- cheer you up or some-something?” 

He looked at Tweek, a little bemused.

“You can try,” Craig said, curious as to what he would do.

Tweek took a careful breath in, then shuffled closer to Craig and, shivering slightly, wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Craig tensed, then sagged into his boyfriend's touch. Despite having been ‘together’ for around eight years, their relationship had only become real two years ago, and even still they were a little shy around each other. Tweek was too anxious to make the first move most of the time, and Craig had no idea how to, so they danced around each other until one of them stepped up. 

Craig had forgotten how comforting Tweek could be if he tried. When Stripe 5 had died Tweek’s hugs had been the only thing keeping him together. He sighed and shuffled closer to him, breathing in the smell of coffee. 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Tweek worked up the courage to enact part two of his plan. He placed his spare hand on Craig’s side and began gently tracing his fingers along his hoodie. Craig stiffened again, jumping when Tweek’s fingers twitched against him. 

“Honey, what are you dohing?” He said, stifling a giggle when Tweek’s fingers crept toward his stomach. 

“Well, you remember when- GAH- I was f-feeling anxious about nothing a few weeks ago, and you asked me if you could cheer me up? And I said yes so you started t-tickling me and you didn’t stop until you thought I was happy? And I kept- AH- saying I was happy but you were like ‘I don’t believe you, honey.’ and it t-tickled really bad? Do you remember that?” While he spoke Tweek’s other arm slipped from around Craig’s shoulders, making him squeak and slide down the bed as Tweek started pinching his side. 

“Nohoho,” Craig said, trying to bring his knees up to protect his stomach. Tweek noticed and shifted till he was sitting on Craig’s thighs to keep them down.

“No?! You don’t r-remember? It was only a few weeks ago- GAH-, you must have a pretty bad memory.”

He started scratching Craig’s stomach, making him laugh properly.

“I rehemehembeher!” He cried, his hands torn between covering his face and pushing away Tweek’s hands. He settled on tugging the flaps of his hat till it covered his eyes.

“Oh! G-good. Then you remember that- AH- you kept teasing me too? You were like ‘Does this t-tickle, babe?’ ‘How about here?’ ‘Are you having fun? You sound like you’re having fun.’. So, Craig, I want to a-ask you: are you having fun?”

“Ahahaha!”

“‘That’s not an answer, babe.’ That’s what you’d say.” Tweek said. He had to admit that he was sort of enjoying himself. Craig had tickled him, but he’d never worked up the courage to get him back. Now though, as he watched his boyfriend squirm and blush and laugh under his wiggling fingers, he understood exactly why Craig got him all the time. His laugh was somewhat monotone but it had a lightness to it that made Tweek feel all warm inside.

“Are you happy? Are you h-having fun? Do you- AH like this, baby?” He teased, drumming into his ribcage.

Craig was sure he was going to die. Tweek’s fingers were sending little bolts of lightning through his body, darting around so he couldn’t catch them. Worse, though, was the teasing. He was sure it wasn’t as bad when he did it to Tweek, his stomach was full of butterflies and his face was burning hot. Tweek rarely called him pet names, so he was sure he was about to combust. But the worst of it was that he was enjoying it. It was fun to have Tweek be so playful and close to him and to have all his anxiety chased away by his uncontrollable laughter. Not that he was going to say that to him though. 

“Are you- ERK- ignoring me?” Tweek said, grinning impishly. His fingers wiggled upwards, then lifted entirely.

Craig panted, pushing up his hat and catching his breath.

“Ihihi’m nohoht ihignohoring yohou.” He giggled.

“Then answer my q-questions, love,” Tweek said, still smiling as his fingers twitched in the air above Craig’s chest.

“Whahat were thehey again?”

“Do- AH- do you like this? Are you h-having fun?” 

“Uh,” Craig trailed off, pulling his hat down again, “Maybe…” He whispered. 

“What was that?”

“MahahABYEHEHE!! TWEEK!” He squealed at Tweek’s fingers suddenly wiggling into his underarms. Craig slammed his arms down and arched his back, trying to squirm away from the unbearable feeling. 

“Oops, I d-didn’t catch that.” Tweek said, using his pointer fingers to rub little circles into the divots of Craig’s underarms. 

“I LIKE IT! I LIHIHIHIKE IHIHIT! PLEHEHAHASE HONEY, IHIT REHEHAHALLY TIHIHICKLES!”

“And you’re happy?” 

“IHIHI’M HAHAPPY! WHEHENEHEVEHER IHI’M WIHIHITH YOHOHOUHU IHI’M SOHO HAHAHAPY!”

Tweek squeaked, blushed, and toppled off Craig, falling to the side of him. He shifted and turned to face him, where Craig had done the same.

“Do- GAH- do you mean that?” He said, shyly.

Craig took a few deep breaths, “Yeah,” He said.

He tried to adjust his hat but ended up taking it off and throwing it somewhere vaguely behind him. Instead, he leaned forward, kissing Tweek softly. 

He made a content noise and leaned a little deeper into Craig. At that same time, the doorbell rang and Craig’s mother called him downstairs.

The two boys looked at each other before racing down the stairs and stumbling into Craig’s kitchen, where his mother stood holding an envelope.

Craig took a deep breath in, crossing the kitchen and ripping it open. Tweek felt his heart hammer, nervous on Craig’s behalf. His eyes scanned the text before he closed the letter again and gently set it down on the counter. The tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Slowly, he turned to face Tweek. 

Tweek’s heart sank. There were pinpricks of tears in Craig’s eyes and he was ready to offer the ultimate sympathy when a smile took over his face and he announced, in the driest, most monotone voice,

“I got in.” 

Everyone erupted in cheers. His mother, his father and sister (who had come to see what all the fuss was about,), and Tweek. 

They all rushed forward and Craig found himself crushed between all his favourite people. 

Tweek caught his gaze and smiled, his eyes glittering.

“I t-told you there was nothing to worry about. You’re the smartest guy I know.”

[sapphicacademic]

friendly reminder that I am still smart when I wear my hair in pigtails

wearing a skirt to a lecture doesn't erase the 4.0GPA that got me here

doing my makeup in the morning doesn't erase the fact that I'm two years ahead in English

I am still smart when I look feminine

[spookietrex]

[studyingpookie]

17/100 days of being productive

What I did today:

-worked out

-finally grabbed with my friend a snack

- started and wrote half of my English assignment

-read the rest of the book 📚

-rot in bed 🙏

-texted with my friend a lot 💕

Hey guys!

Today was a really tiring day, I also overate happyly not junk food like I tend to but I still feel a little shitty and my stomach hurts.

I did... a lot..maybe.. I guess? I thought Im gonna finish everything earlier but I ended up rotting in bed for 2 hours straight (overall more) I also got home really late and after work out I felt so unmotivated.. My interior design classes are going well but I dunno, I still feel like I'm far away from my goals and it kinda gets into my head, keeps me procrastinating.

I don't want y'all to feel unmotivated but I feel like I should also keep this real. Sometimes there are days where we simply do nothing or feel like poo. It's normal and if you feel that way I hope you will get better.. take care of yourself;)

[tralalalalally]

I really do wish that I could draw more - but unfortunately I'm almost constantly dealing with depression, or fatigue, or pain, so it's really once in a blue moon I can make anything. But I want to say that people liking, reblogging, and commenting on my work really keeps me going. For years posting on just my main I got basically no response to my art, which made it harder to have any motivation to carry on. Now, seeing that even after months of nothing from me, people still see my work and give a little thumbs up, or write paragraphs in the tags makes me happy. I'm sure I'd have more followers if I could post more frequently, but just knowing that there will be anyone around to enjoy what I post after managing to drag myself out of bed is enough. So thank you all! Nearly 100 followers - I know some would say that's nothing, but imagining almost 100 people deciding they like my art enough to hang around? I'd be very anxious in a crowd that size in real life, haha.