#it will be my reward for finishing this piece of homework

[strxnged]

i haven't songwritten in weeks but i think tonight's the night

[danidrawsstuff]

rdr3 is confirmed so here's a young hoeslaya matthews because a girl can dream u know

[xreaderbooks]

Reward | Leo Valdez

Summary: Reader has had enough to worry about without her boyfriend coming to ask her for help with a homework assignment.

based on this request

Warnings: Language, Aged-up, fluff, making out like constantly, very slight angst, readers bad at math (cuz i'm bad at math and i cant fake it for the fic)

Word Count: 1.8k

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"You want me to help you?" A quizzical look befell your face as you look up from your spot under the shaded tree. You sat by the edge of the lake, you were taking a quick break hiding from the younger campers who wanted to train with you as you were a crowd favorite with the new arrivals. You just needed a recharge, a moment away from the energy that overexerted you. "Of all people?"

Leo rolled his eyes, "Who else?"

You snorted, "Cabin 6 is that way." You pointed and nodded your head in the direction of the Goddess of Wisdom's cabin, filled with the brightest minds and much better options to help Leo with his current request.

"C'mon baby, please?" Your boyfriend pouted and lowered his chin to gain your favor with his golden brown eyes that, you were afraid to admit, made you weak. 

"But I'm tired and I want to take a nap, using my brain will probably kill me at this point." 

He knelt with outreached hands, you allowed him to hold both of your palms in his own, you should have known better. He used his strength to pull you up from the ground and brought you to his chest, his hands settled on your hips. 

Instinctively you looped your arms around his neck and rolled your head to the right, tilted perfectly for him to mold his lips to yours. And he did, pecking chaste kisses onto your lips, pleading with you to join him in Bunker 9.

"I suppose I could be persuaded," You nudged your nose against his. 

~~~

The moment you arrived inside the bunker and saw his work table, normally filled with scattered tools and mechanical pieces that were in the process of being fixed or tweaked, was now littered with papers. 

Leo's homework was divided into five different sections that had their respective piles. "By some miracle, I finished everything else, now all I'm missing is this." He reveals papers that were held behind his back.

"Math." You skim the equations on the document in your hands, nothing on this page was anything you would be able to help him with. 

The smirk on his face made you glare at him and fold your arms stubbornly, "Yup," Leo rolled two chairs over to the desk that felt like your new timeout spot. 

"Honestly, I feel like I shouldn't be subjected to torture because you decided to take courses over the summer." 

"What happened to 'you die, I die'?" He reiterated the phrase you had spoken to him as a sort of mantra during the war. Your jaw dropped at the use of them being thrown back in your face and quickly shut it close. 

"In the face of war!" You exclaimed and shrugged it off, "Just for that, you can die alone."

"I did, it wasn't my vibe," He twirled a strand of your hair, and let it fall back into place, stepping back with a hand on his hip leaning the other on the table. "Aren't you testy today?"

"It's been a day, the kids were hard to gather and once I had them riled up they wanted to learn this specific trick they've seen me do but how many times can I let them down gently and tell them they need to learn the basics- drills that they've repeated hundreds of times, that some still aren't getting and will possibly die if they get caught by a monster if they don't get-" You inhale deeply, "So what do I do? I let them learn the hard way to get it through their heads that it's not as simple as it looks and I've only managed after years of fucking practice. And you know what?"

"What?" You wanted to smack the amused smirk off of Leo's pretty face. 

"They didn't pick it up like I knew they wouldn't, now they hate me but still wanna train with me because they still want me to teach them. My body is sore, I'm tired and I hate you for making me do homework," You pout. 

He approaches you with caution, slowly caressing your cheeks in his hands, he presses his lips against yours that were currently being smushed together by his hands. It was a quick but meaningful kiss, only for him to say "I'm going to fail if I don't get this done."

"Leo!" You push him away from you. "What the hell do you mean, you're going to fail, you've been cooped up in here all summer!"

A sheepish smile and pink-dusted cheeks appear at your sudden outburst, he chuckles nervously knowing he just put the cherry on top of your already bad day. "I've been behind on a couple of assignments and I've finished most of them already, I'm mostly caught up"

"Mostly?" You were going to strangle him. You haven't spent much time together lately because of his homework. He decided to take summer classes to get ahead, and he's been busy ever since. You were constantly teaching the younger campers, and helping out around camp, whether in the infirmary or setting up activities to keep busy and you loved it but you missed your boyfriend. 

"But Nyssa had this project she'd been working on and I couldn't help it."

You rolled your eyes and sighed, you couldn't be upset with him- not completely, you understood how hard it was for Leo to stay focused on a task that wasn't something he could physically tinker with, but there had been moments where you wanted to just be with him in his presence and you stopped yourself from going to him knowing that you'd only be a distraction. 

"I promise this is the only one left," He takes your hand and leads you to sit on a chair then sits in another one next to you. 

"I'm so annoyed with you right now," You snatch the paper and look over the equations. 

An hour and a half into the 50-question work packet, you and Leo moved to the mattress lifted by wooden pallets used for shipping crates. 36 out of 50 equations were done, with work shown, Leo had barely any trouble working on it as he was naturally good with numbers you weren't sure you were needed at all. 

You solved a couple for him when he got bored and started leaving trails of kisses from your cheek to your neck and shoulder, you were sure the answer was right and took a break, though when he pulled out of his dazed and loving state he looked over it and kissed you deeply.

"What was that for?" You asked in a whisper. 

"A reward," He held your chin with his forefinger and thumb, pecking your cheek. "For helping me with my homework."

"Well, if I don't help you get this done, who will?" 

"Malcolm and I are pretty tight," Leo has a deep stare on your lips, his thumb swipes your swollen bottom lip. "You've also got eight of them wrong, Mi Amor." 

"I did nine of them," You did the math- that you weren't good at in your head, piecing together that you indeed sucked. "Why'd you ask me to help you, if you knew that I couldn't do math."

"I wanted to be around you, it's been a while since we've been alone." He toys with the bracelet he gifted you on your first anniversary, five charms for the five years you've been together since you confessed your feelings at age 17 after the war ended. You met at age 15 when Annabeth brought him to camp, and the rest is history. 

"I'm still annoyed at you, you know, just because I've let you kiss me a couple of times doesn't mean-" He cuts you off with another kiss like earlier, catching you off-guard, intense and full of feeling. You immediately kiss back, not having the willpower to not, succumb to the charms he begrudgingly has on you. 

You deepen the kiss by entangling your hands in his hair pulling his impossibly closer, it was a synchronized dance at first, the years of being used to the pattern of each other's kiss being shown in the heavy minutes of your mouths moving together in passion. It soon became heated, teeth clashing, tongues moving sloppily, mouths chasing each other after breaking apart two seconds at a time for breath. 

Leo gently laid you on your back, breaking apart to take off his shirt, the moment it slipped off you brought him down to you, he fit perfectly between your legs. You gasp at the sensation of him grinding against you. He parts his lips from yours, to which you whine softly. He licks a stripe from your neck to your jaw and sucks until he's satisfied with the way you sigh and rock your body up and clutching onto the blades on his shoulders on his back. 

He repeats licking, sucking, and kissing soft kisses as an apology for the spots he bit until you were sore.

You pull away from him and flip your bodies so that you are on top, you grab his wrists and pin them to the top of the pillows to see his reaction and wanting to be in control for a while. You gave him the same treatment and brought your body lower so that you could kiss all over his chest and back up. 

You sat up to breathe fresh air, straddling him and releasing his hands only for him to intertwine his hands with yours and play with your fingers. He bucks his hips up playfully, and you jump slightly, your eyes widen for a second, and your lips turn up in a grin. 

"You've gotten better at not... you know," You hint at the control Leo's gained with his fire powers. Heated makeouts like this were often interrupted by the smell of smoke or his skin feeling feverish. 

He lets go of your hands and places his larger hands on your hips, you ignore the butterflies that flutter in your heart and stomach at the way he rubs up your waist and hips. "My hair was steaming earlier, I was hoping you didn't notice, thankfully you didn't or this would've been awkward."

"It's not awkward when that happens Leo, it's a little funny, to be honest, part of the reason why I love you." You tell him earnestly, "Nothing's awkward with you, you're my best friend." 

"I love you," Leo responds with unwavering eyes on yours. "I'm sorry for the time we lost."

"It's okay, we were just making up for it." 

~~~

holy gods, I haven't read this series in forever 

I feel like it's a crime to admit I haven't read the new book yet, i'm rereading the series and waiting for the episodes to come out before i watch the show so im going in timeline order... just wanted to let y'all know. oh, and also i haven't fully read the trials of apollo which i know has info on where the HoO people are at in their lives that i'm not aware of...

[littlemissayu]

Strip Dance for Rook Hunt

requested by : @voidlesslove

A/N:As I've stated before, this is my first smut so it may not be that good, but I hope you enjoy it!!

TW: Smut, Strip dancing,

!!Female/AFAB! Reader!!

The idea first came to you as you were laying in bed thinking about nothing in particular, until your mind drifted off to your boyfriend; he was always so amazing

Helping you with homework, giving you constant praise and reassurance,He was always hugging and kissing up on you, showing his adoration for your body

He always gave you sweet gifts and took you on the best dates

You decided you wanted to show him your affections in a slightly a different way than he did though..

Thinking of things he would like that you could get him was hard

Not only do you have a very tight budget (Because of a certain irresponsible crow) but Rook comes from a wealthy family, so how do you get something for someone when they can just get it themselves?

Then an idea came to you

It took you a week but after choreography and lots of trial and error trying to find the right outfit to wear and the perfect music to play you were finally ready to give your darling lover your present.

Every morning you and Rook met to enjoy each other's company before classes started. "Bonjour ma belle chérie" He said giving you a soft yet passionate kiss on your lips. "Good morning my darling" you smile at him. You spend 15 minutes with each other. Right before Rook turns to go to class, you said. "Hey babe meet me at your dorm 9 and no earlier or later". You gave him a sly smile as he responded with the affirmative. Giving you a final kiss good bye you both separate to go to your classes for the day.

Right after classes you sneak into Rook's room with a duffel bag full of everything you need for your little performance. You had a wide smile on your face, clearly expressing your excitement; although some Pomefiore students gave you a strangle glance you simply ignored then and made your way to your boyfriend's dorm to get his surprise ready.

~ 9:00pm ~

Rook was right at the door of his room excited to see what his stunning girl had for him. Yet when he opened the door all he saw was darkness. But then a song started playing; he hadn't heard it before, thinking of what you could be up to when he first made sure to close and lock the door. Once the sound of the lock was heard a single purple spotlight illuminated your body sitting on a chair in the most flattering outfit he'd ever seen. It showed just the right amount of skin that made him a little erotic, the way your hair complimented your outfit and your heels(ignore that if you don't wanna wear heels). You rose from the chair and began to walk over to him sensually and ever so slowly began dragging him to sit in the chair so that you could begin.

Rook's eyes studied your body moving up & down swaying side to side. Glancing at him, teasing him. You start removing the pieces of clothing until you are completely bare. As you start finishing up the choreo you walk over to him slowly and sit your bare body onto his still fully clothed one. "Did you like your surprise~?" You whisper into his ear. "It was beautiful chérie. So beautiful I think you deserve a reward." He replied in a hush tone and he began running his hands up and down your back. As his lips grace yours in a passionate embrace. He adjusts your body so that your sitting chest to chest. He removes his lips from your face and begins dragging them downwards, leaving a trail of kisses down to your chest where he begins to suck at your nipples. You softly moan in response.

One of his hands travels from your back to between your thighs while the other travels up to your unoccupied breast as he begins to fondle it softly in his hand. His other hand rubbing circles on your clit. All you could do was moan over and over again, saying his name like a mantra. As his mouth lifts off your nipple he looks into your eyes and asks you "Would you like to continue this somewhere more comfortable?"

As you gave him a soft nod you think to yourself. ' It's a good thing I chose to do this on a Friday'.

I stopped it here because I'm not sure how you guys would like it but if you are pleased with this just lmk if you want a part 2 so I could write the actual smut

Pt. 2: Here!!

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[daisies-daydreams]

Office Hours - Chapter 3 (Professor!Miguel O'Hara x F!College Student!Reader)

Pairing: Professor!Miguel O’Hara x F!College Student!Reader Category: Smut (18+) with a pinch of angst Warnings: Phone/Video Sex, Dirty Talk, Mutual Masturbation, Panty Sniffing Word Count: 2.3k+

Summary: Miguel rewards you for working so hard.

A/N: Finally finished with chapter 3! Wrote this one by the seat of my pants ngl. I hope you enjoy! (Next chapter will be even spicier, hehe).

Ch. 2 <- -> Ch. 4

Your face was glowing as you walked down the hall. Halloween decorations lined the halls despite it being nearly Thanksgiving (not that you were complaining). You hummed as you slotted your key into the door before stepping inside. Your bright expression fell when you saw a familiar Brit sitting in your kitchen alongside your roommate.

“Hey,” he said with a small wave, a deck of cards in his other hand.

"Hi," you replied as you closed the door behind you. You hung your coat up before kicking your shoes off.

“How’d your meeting with O’Hara go? He was a real hardass when I saw him during his office hours,” Gwen piqued. Your entire body stiffened as your face went blank. Hobie shifted in his chair, a small smirk stretching across his face. You swallowed. 

“O-Oh, you know…that man is never pleased,” you stammered as you waved your hands. Hobie pursed his lips as Gwen sighed. 

“Sorry, sis. Just don’t take it personal-I heard he’s been like that for the past year or so,” she replied as you made your way towards the fridge. You snagged a protein shake before shutting the door with your hip. 

“Where’d you hear that?” you asked. Gwen hummed as she shifted her cards around.

“One of my friends who had him last semester had to retake the course this year,” she explained. She suddenly narrowed her eyes at Hobie. He returned her expression with raised brows. “I call bluff,” she said. His rolled his eyes.

“Damn, you’re good,” Hobie muttered as he laid his cards down with quiet defeat. You couldn’t help but grin as your roommate took a pile of chips from him.

“Anyway, she said that O’Hara actually used to be nice,” Gwen said. 

“He is!” you blurted out. Both of them stared at you as your ears burned. “I mean…I’m sure he is, sometimes,” you muttered. Hobie raised a brow while Gwen shrugged. You glanced down at your phone. “Alright. Guess I’ll go finish my homework,” you said as you walked towards your room. 

“Have fun," Gwen snorted. "Oh! Hobie and I have a gig tonight so no wild parties!” she jested. 

“Okay mom!” you teased and poked your tongue out before closing the door behind you. You smiled as soon as you saw the sweet sanctuary of your bed. You instantly collapsed on top of your cozy comforter as your bag fell next to you.

You smiled into the soft fabric before pulling your phone out. You blinked when you brushed your hand against a bright post-it note. You plucked it from your bag before your heart stopped.

A phone number with Miguel's name was hastily written on the piece of paper. You bit your lip as you peeked at your phone. You snatched it before quickly typing his number in, your heart trembling as your finger shook over the message button.

“Hey-“

No. 

“Hi-“ 

No. 

You huffed as you tried to think of the perfect thing to say. Your mind was still fuzzy from the earth-shattering orgasm he gave you, your thoughts muffled behind your glossy eyes. You sighed as you rolled over, the skirt of your dress starting to bunch up as you typed into your phone. 

“Hi. This is (Y/N) :)” you typed. You bit your lip so hard it stung as you glanced at the send button. You swallowed the heavy lump in your throat before you squeezed your eyes shut and hit it. You opened your eyes and squeaked as you chucked it away. You scooted down your bed, your heart pounding in your ears as you stared down your phone.

Nothing.

You sighed and let your head fall onto your pillow. Your eyelids felt so heavy, body still shimmering with afterglow. Maybe a small nap wouldn't hurt. After all, it's been a long day and-

DING.

You shot up as you scrambled over to your phone, hands trembling as you opened the message. 

“Good to hear from you again, conejita,” Miguel replied [bunny]. You sat on the edge of your bed as you watched three dots bounce up and down. “Finish your homework already?” he asked. Your face hardened a little as you crossed one leg over the other. 

“Not yet,” you replied with a frown. You waited a few minutes before your phone dinged again. 

“Be a good girl and finish your homework first, then you'll get your surprise,” he texted back. Your heart skipped a beat as you bit your lip. 

“Okay. I’ll try not to be too long, then ;)” you replied. You snatched your laptop from your bag before getting to work. You sat on your bed cross-legged for what felt like hours as you typed away on your computer, sipping on your protein shake every once and a while. You heard your phone ding again. 

“A little sneak peak…for motivation,” Miguel texted. Your jaw nearly dropped when you saw a picture of him raising his shirt up to reveal a pack of his chiseled abs.

You wanted so badly to rake your fingers through each divot and crevice of his muscular body. You swallowed when you saw a trimmed patch of black hair running down from his belly button to beneath his pants. You couldn’t help but notice your thong hanging from one of his pockets. 

You hummed to yourself as you considered sending him a photo in return before there was a knock at your door. You nearly dropped your phone, scrambling to hide it behind your pillow as Gwen cracked the door open.

“We’re heading out. Want anything from Monty’s?” she asked. You shook your head as you clutched your comforter. 

“I’m good,” you said, hoping she didn’t notice how your voice cracked. Gwen nodded, her short, blonde hair bobbing with her head. 

“Okay. See you later!” she said. You sighed as she started to close the door, only to nearly kick your laptop across your room when she opened it again. ��Don’t study too hard! Make sure to take a break,” she winked. You nodded, your eyes widening as you felt your phone buzz again. Your roommate gave you a bright smile before she shut the door behind her. You released a long sigh as you threw your head against the wall. 

Your mind felt numb as you dug around for your phone. You bit your lip as you opened a message from him, your heart stopping when you saw the image of his tongue swiping over the crotch of your panties. 

“I can’t wait to see what the rest of you tastes like,” he wrote. Your mouth went dry as you sucked in a sharp breath. Your core felt like it was buzzing as you began to type a message before pausing. You still haven’t finished your homework.

You gripped your phone when a thought crossed your mind. You bit your lip as you spread your legs, the cool air hitting your slick pussy lips as you angled your phone. Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest as you quickly snapped a picture. You held your breath as you typed in a message. 

“Here’s a little sneak peak…for motivation,” you typed. You bounced your leg as you sent it, quickly hiding your face in your pillow. Silence loomed in the air before you finally sat up and sighed. You finished a few more equations before your phone buzzed again. You glanced over, your body tending as you eyed your phone. You glanced at the message: 

“Traviesa” [Naughty]

You giggled as you heard his husky voice sneer in your mind. You wiggled on your bed, a wave of lust suddenly washing over you as you imagined him pleasuring himself to your lewd image. You gently rocked your hips back and forth before stopping yourself. 

Focus. 

You shook your head as you blinked a few times, retraining your eyes to your laptop. You furiously typed on the keyboard as thoughts of Miguel bombarded your mind. Him bending you over your kitchen counter, folding you in half on your bed. It felt like hours before you finally finished. 

“Fucking finally,” you breathed as you closed your laptop. You sighed as you rubbed your eyes, your mind completely spent. You jumped when you heard your phone ding after a few minutes. 

“Did you finish your homework, cariño?” Miguel asked. Your eyes lit up as you replied. 

“Yes”. Your heart thumped as you waited, your face leaning towards the screen. You squeaked when your video chat ringtone started to play. You scrambled to grab your phone before hastily swiping it away. Your limbs turned to jelly as you saw him staring into your screen, his head propped up by his palm. His perfect, chiseled chest was on display, his muscles shifting as he slid his glasses off. 

“Hi,” he smiled with a half-lidded gaze. You flushed as you returned his grin. 

“Hi,” you said as you wiggled your shoulders a little. Your professor’s face softened as he suddenly stepped back. Your jaw nearly dropped when you saw a dark happy trail lead down to his flushed cock.

“I think you’re ready for your reward now, hermosa,” Miguel lilted [beautiful]. You nodded quickly, making him chuckle. “Ser paciente-I want you to do something for me real quick,” he added [Be patient]. You bit your lip and waited with  anticipation. Miguel leaned closer to his camera. 

“I want you to prop your phone up and spread your pretty legs for me,” he murmured. Your eyes widened as you saw his cock throbbing between his muscular legs, his flush tip oozing with precum as he squeezed his shaft.

You let out a quiet moan before crawling on your bed, grabbing a few throw pillows and placing your phone against them. Every touch against your blanket felt like fire as you hiked up your skirt, revealing your glistening pussy to him. 

“Mmm there’s my pretty girl,” he groaned as he swiped his thumb over his dripping slit. You released a shaky breath as you slowly pulled your labia apart, your fingers slathered in your slick as you gently rubbed your clit. Miguel grunted as he wrapped his fist around his thick cock. “That’s it, cariño: keep playing with that cute little pussy of yours,” he inhaled sharply. 

“Miguel,” you whined as he bucked into his palm, his heavy balls slapping against the side of his hand as he moaned. You threw your head back against the wall as you drew tight circles around your bundle of nerves, making sure he had a good angle of seeing how engorged it was. Miguel’s eyes glistened as he grunted, his jaw clenching as he watched you slide a finger up and down your drenched slit. 

“Ay, coño,” he breathed as he pumped his girthy shaft [Oh, fuck]. You whimpered as you heard the soft squelch of your pussy, your fingers sliding along your folds as you rubbed your clit a little faster. 

“Shit, daddy,” you moaned. Your jaw dropped at your own words as you gasped. 

“Daddy, hm?” Miguel clicked his tongue as gazed straight into the camera. You stammered, your cheeks filling with heat as your chest tightened. He licked his lips as he stepped closer to the camera. “I prefer Papi if that’s alright with you, princessa,” he murmured lowly [Daddy; princess]. You gulped and nodded before pinching your clit, a small whine leaving your lips. His eyes lit up with hunger.

“Why don’t you stretch yourself open with those pretty fingers of yours, hm?” he purred. You couldn’t stop the moan that tumbled past your lips as you nodded. His breathing grew heavier as you slipped the pads of your digits over your tight entrance. You stared into the camera as you parted your lips, slowly pushing two digits inside your gushing hole. 

“Fuck, look at how tight you are,” Miguel sucked in a sharp breath . You pumped your digits in and out of your walls, each stroke leaving you dizzier with each passing second as you imagined his thick fingers stuffing your warm cunt. 

“Yes, Papi!” you mewled as you curled your fingers against your g-spot. Miguel groaned as he rubbed his shaft. 

“S-Sí, muñeca. Keep making those-mierda!” the man released a guttural growl as his cock twitched [Yes doll; shit]. You gasped as you watched ropes of thick, hot cum spill from his cock and down his large hand.

Your walls suddenly clamped down on your digits as you cried out, his name falling from your lips like a mantra as you reached inside your snug pussy. Your head rolled the side as pleasure washed over your entire being, enrapturing you in a state of pure bliss. 

“Miguel, Miguel,” you chanted as you felt your muscles contract and squeeze around your slick fingers. You swallowed thickly as the last of your release faded, blinking slowly as you focused your attention back to the screen. You frowned when you saw tears streaming down Miguel’s sharp cheeks, his bottom lip sticking out a bit. 

“Miguel?” you asked as you went to reach for your phone. He flinched like a wounded animal being cornered, his pupils constricted and face tight. Miguel released a low, stuttering breath before glancing into the camera. 

“I-I’m sorry, (Y/N). I have to go,” he muttered as he looked away. Before you could reply, the call was suddenly disconnected. You sat there, the warmth of your afterglow slowly fading as you stared at your blank phone screen.

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[formosusiniquis]

today is a new day to find you

Eddie is having the worst day known to man. It might qualify as a catastrophic event. Missing homework, lunch spilled on the cafeteria floor, broken strings at band practice, and that's not even touching Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington who keeps talking to him like they're friends. Steve Harrington who has become a new person overnight. Steve Harrington who keeps making hypotheticals about time loops. Steve Harrington who is somehow the best and worst part of his day.

AKA my @steddiebang fic!!

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson; Tommy Hagan & Steve Harrington & Carol Perkins; Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler; Corroded Coffin & Eddie Munson WC: 57K | Rated M | Tags/Themes: Time Loop, Sort of No Upside Down AU, Angst w/Happy Ending, King Steve Growth Arc

Check out my fantastic artists who brought this fic to life, I've been so blessed to have them pick out my fic to make art for! You can find @sammichtastic on twitter at sammichesnstuff and her piece here! You can find @milkychai on twitter too at at milkychai and their piece here!

And a special thank you to my Beta @rainingingeorgia who really helped whip what you're seeing into shape!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five (FINISHED)

It was, in a word, fucked that he had to take gym a second time along with the rest of senior year. It was, in several words, absolutely fucking bullshit because he had actually passed gym the first time. Surely, his senior gym credit should still count, even if he’d treated it like office hours to set up deals with meatheads in a venue that didn’t actively put him in harm's way. Well, mostly out of harm’s way, as the blood spotting his uniform shirt can attest.

Hell, there were some days his last block gym class was the only one he’d attend. Slipping in with the bell at 2:15 in time to be the last one in the locker room and out on the line for attendance. Now he’s being forced back through it for what? No seriously, for what? Surely there was some other elective that could fit in this block, shouldn’t the second year senior get first dibs at study hall or something.

Maybe if he complains enough about the loss of his civil liberties. His freedom of expression is being taken from him by forcing him into this shit uniform. Maybe if he’s a big enough headache they’ll just let him leave. He’s learned the rules to enough of these little sports, there had to be a test he could take to prove that he doesn’t need to be a walking target on a volleyball court.

Not that he thinks Jenny Marshall meant to peg him in the face and give him a bloody nose, but the sentiment stands. Between the shorts and the blood he looks like a sad shaky shelter dog or something.

There are, of course, some fringe benefits. Eddie may have to wear the signature Tiger green, but so does Steve Harrington, who definitely has the legs for the outrageously short gym uniform they’re forced to dress out in. And if he’s going to keep looking for that silver fucking lining like he promised Uncle Wayne he would; thanks to Jenny Marshall he gets to ride the bleachers and watch pretty, pretty Steve Harrington bounce around in those shorts for the rest of class. Maybe a more bronzed lining than silver, Harrington hangs onto the sun warmed summer glow even with the October chill creeping in. Freckled thighs with nary a tan line in sight Eddie lets himself wonder if the rumors that had circled the big 18th birthday bash are true: when Harrington’s not in the swim team speedo he doesn’t swim in anything at all.

The volleyball net that Steve is playing at, floppy and torn, is more of a suggestion than a barrier. Now that Eddie is benched, it’s Harrington’s five against Hargrove’s four. The tides haven’t changed in anyone’s favor.

Billy had placed himself across from Harrington at the start of the game, his patience rewarded now as they rotate positions and the King is once again opposite him in the front row. That not-barrier doing all it can to keep the two a foot apart, Hargrove pacing in the eighteen inches of space his position in front of Steve allows. Jenny and her nose killer serve send the ball over to Hargrove’s side of the net. They get it up in the air again and Hargrove smacks the ball down hard between Steve and Sarah Smith. 

It hits the floor with a thwack that makes Eddie wince. Almost drowning out Billy’s mean little laugh, but there’s no missing the smug look on his face. The far too proud of himself smirk he sends somewhere to the left of Steve. 

It’s for Steve though. Definitely for Steve.  

The usurper to the throne, Hargrove has been sniffing for weakness that Eddie was pretty sure wasn’t there. The closest Harrington has ever come to failure was last year’s attempts at Nancy Wheeler, one he seemed to give up as soon as it started.

Tommy H. would be the reason, if Eddie had any guesses. He tried to base an NPC group around the Harrington court once. Tommy a loyal knight to a mostly inept king. Tommy who sidles up close to Sarah, despite his own maiden the Lady Carol playing one net over, smirking the same smug smile as Hargrove -- maybe another weak spot in the Harrington reign -- he says something loud enough to embarrass Sarah if the way she flushes and scurries closer to Harrington’s side is any indication but not enough for Eddie to make out.

He never did get the character balances to work in the game. He scripted and broke down motivation and drive but every time he just couldn’t figure out what Hagan did for Steve. Couldn’t figure out why Harrington kept his so-called friends around.

Gym takes too damn long to end. Or maybe it ends too soon. The final bell that releases him from his prison like Cthulu from the deep is buried quickly under the ringing in his ears as Steve Harrington is calling his name. Resignation fills his spirit, but when the King beckons you wait.

[skyfallscotland]

I just had to do a massive presentation for French about Victor Hugo and the whole time I just wanted to reread your fanfic but I controlled the urges and finished (all 21) slides yayay now i can read your fic as a reward. (don't ask me what this is I just felt like sharing my traumatic homework experiences)

One time I had to write an essay on fandom and I wrote about Supernatural and the way they incorporated meta episodes breaking the fourth wall and what they meant to do by that, and the professor said I misinterpreted the source material I referenced and that’s not what they meant/were saying basically and I was like??? Nah but you’re wrong because I was just at a convention and they were asked…so they said what they said, straight up… (but no, in academia you are always wrong and the professor is always right and fuck you for suggesting otherwise) my degree is the most expensive piece of trash I ever bought 🥰

[wakkoroni]

I'm bored and procrastinating so i decided "Time to head to my local hc person!":

What are different ways the batfamily approach doing homework? (Tips, crack, angst, neurodivergent problems, anything's welcome)

As one does lmao, I shall join you in the procrastination. I love how I’m your local hc person- I’m just happy to make Headcanons. You see I misunderstood the ask at first so now I just random school related hcs in my notes so thanks for that lmao but here we go (also strap in because this one is a long one)

I’d like to add a disclaimer that THESE MAY NOT WORK FOR EVERYONE this is just my interpretation of how they would work

Batfam approached to homework

Young Bruce: He could not focus if he were alone in the room doing homework. He would read his Grey Ghost books instead of English homework. Alfred found out about this and made him sit in the kitchen while Alfred cooked; he did the homework. And with Alfred looking over his shoulder- he got that work done quick.

Especially if dinner were about to be served, Alfred would say, “you have 5 minutes,” and Bruce is speeding through his math worksheet. Nothing will get his work done quicker than someone being in the same room and having a time limit. He was speed. Flash had nothing on him lmao

So Bruce’s advice to get your work done: Have someone look over your shoulder (adds stress) and set a timer to finish your work

(A timer is really good if you work best under pressure because it lets you pace yourself, and with the time ticking down, it makes it kinda like a due date approaching)

Dick Grayson: He used the reward system and had to do his work in the same room as someone else. The person doesn’t even have to be paying attention to him. They just have to be there. If he were alone, he would zone out and get nothing done (he’s just me fr fr), so his common places to do work was the batcave, Bruce’s study, the kitchen, or somewhere in the yj cave.

As mentioned in the start, he uses the reward system. Or rather Bruce would use the reward system on him. Like for every worksheet/subject that got done he would get candy or get a 5 minute break to do whatever he wanted. (He usually spent the 5 minutes bothering Bruce or doing backflips and stretching) and it worked!

There were moments when he got restless and couldn’t stay still for very long, so Bruce bought some small fidget toys for him to fidget with while he did his work. But on like bad(?) days when Dick could not stay still or focus at all, he would go to the indoor gym they have and spend an hour getting all the restless energy out before sitting down and focusing on his work.

Dicks advice for homework: be in a public space or have people around and use a reward system. For every problem you complete you get a piece of candy or for every subject you finish take a break to relax. Also make sure to get all your energy out before trying to focus. Being restless and trying a focus is not a good mix.

Jason Todd: Look, I don’t know actually. He genuinely liked school and was pretty good at it. He worked great alone, he has to be alone too. If he’s with other people, he can’t focus because he’s busy tracking the other person's movements or trying to make conversation, so the silence isn’t so awkward. So, he would do his homework in his room. He would gobble up that work and do it so quickly so he could have the afternoon free to read his book of the week. (He loves his uninterrupted reading time)

There were times when he needed help and would cry over being unable to understand the work, so Bruce, Alfred, or even Dick would have to step in and help him. But that’s it- only help, and then they leave cause if they stay, he can’t focus. But he always made sure to get help and ask questions in class so he could understand the homework and do it.

(Jason is the one to be done with his work weeks ahead of time because then he’d have more time to read lmao)

Jason’s advice on homework: If you can’t focus with people around. Be alone and do the work. There’s time for socializing (and reading) later, but right now, the work needs to be done. Also, always ask for help because staring at the work and hoping it magically makes sense is not helpful. Having a quiet place to work is very helpful for some people.

Tim Drake: Let’s think about him for a minute. He lived alone for a hot minute, and Jack and Janet cared about his grades and were probably really strict about it, so he would do his homework in class- or he would just do it when he got home. Cause all the fun he has is at night when he stalked the batfam, so there’s nothing to do during the day except homework so he’d probably finish his work really quick like Jason, but only so he can go outside at night.

However, when he went to move with the Wayne’s all of that changed. Like he went from working in an empty, completely quiet house to a noisy place. He’d probably get sooooo annoyed because every time he wants to do work, he can’t. Because he will sit down and someone wants to hang out with him. He will sit down and try to focus, but all he can hear is the conversation down the hall or the laughter from Dick and Jason being siblings. There is not a period of quietness at all. He would get soooooooo irritated.

They’d question his bad attitude, and then Bruce figures out that, oh yeah, a lonely kid finally has a family wouldn’t be used to a lot of this noise at home and buys him some noise-canceling headphones. From there, it works great. However, now it’s too quiet, and he can only focus on his racing thoughts and not his work. So he plays a little tune (some ambiance probably) that’s just loud enough that he can make out what it’s supposed to be but quiet enough so it’s not distracting. It helps a lot.

However, he still gets distracted. That sucks. So then he also takes breaks between assignments, so that little mixed-up way helps him get work done. He also has a sign on his door that’s like “don’t come in, I’m working,” that the others will respect. If it’s something important, they will knock.

So Tim’s advice: find a quiet place to do work and play a little background noise to focus. Oh, and take breaks in between assignments to not stress yourself out. He’d probably learned how to prioritize/make a schedule for what day he does what assignment. (Lmao can’t be me, but if it works for y’all- kudos to you.) He’s very organized; it doesn’t look like it, but he is.

(He’d also be the one to try and get ahead of his work and do next week, but by then Dick or Jason will burst in and drag him and play a game and take the rest of the afternoon off)

Damian Wayne: Look, here’s the thing with Damian, right? I feel like the league might have taught him to focus on command. He is very task-oriented, so a task you give him is a task that is done.

But like- in the league it was life or death so the stakes were high. It was either finish it or suffer soooooo he had no choice. When he moves in the Manor the stakes are lowered. So like he wouldn’t finish an assignment on time and he’s like “oh no imma get kicked out-“ but instead Bruce is just like “do better” or some useless shit like that and Damian realizes that there really is no big consequences if he doesn’t do the work. As long as he passes the class he can be Robin so-

Alfred, however, does not allow this mentality to go. His grandsons have to pass their classes with an A or even a B but not a C. (Also, I feel like Damian would never get a C because that is a personal failure; a B is pushing it. He’s a perfectionist like that :3)

So the way he does his homework is out of spite, or Alfred is holding his pets or patrol hostage. You may ask yourself: spite? How would that work? If a teacher says, “this will take at least a week finish so don’t procrastinate,” he will do it in a day just to annoy the teacher. If they say, “you won’t be able to do it-“ he will be able to do it. He will force it to happen. He has to be the best, like simply- he gotta. He will be better if there is a “could be better” part in his assignment. Lmao he is the one student fighting for that one point to round his 99 to 100

But sometimes that doesn’t always work, because maybe the teacher will just assign the work without any comment, and he’s like, “well why should I do it because it won’t affect my grade that much-“ and that’s where Alfred comes in. He will hold Damian’s sketchbook (never look through it, who do you think he is? Bruce?), his pets, or just something he loves hostage until Damian finishes his work. (It’s not serious/bad because Alfred will never keep it overnight. He just notices that Damian works best with high stakes, so it helps him. Alfred has never held another hostage longer than 3 hours because Damian gets it done that fast. He’s very grateful for this because this means that Damian will never call his bluff)

Damian’s advice to do work: High stakes are always the answer. Always do things just because someone says you can’t. Even if it’s yourself saying that you can’t finish it. Do it to spite yourself, then. Oh, your brain said, “I can’t do this” fuck them and do it

Damian has a very aggressive approach to work lmao that’s probably a little unhealthy

But now I shall give my own advice to do work because yeah. (I am not an expert or professional, and these may not work for everyone)

First off, don’t force yourself to focus. Especially it’s only on one assignment. Like if you are in a math vibe and have math work due, but you're trying to focus on English work. Push English to the side and focus on math cause you never know when the vibe will change. Work with your brain; don’t work against it. It’s teamwork, even if it seems like your Brain is just trying to make things difficult.

Another piece of advice: turn it into a game, and try and make it fun. The reason I love math it’s because it’s like solving a mystery and the way I got to like reading is because whenever I had to defend my answer I could pluck it out of the text and be like “look I’m right” and it was like a court case in my mind. So make it fun. (I know it’s homework, and homework sucks, but you still gotta do it)

Another piece of advice: make it manageable. Break it down, if you can simplify it, make it simple. “I have to write an essay on this stuff.” Write down the basic parts of it. What do you want to say? What’s your point? Why do you care? And then, after you answer those in short sentences, go back and make it longer.

But more importantly: don’t stress. That might sound like a basic response but listen- stressing gets nothing done. It delays you. But if you work best under pressure, you do you, but if you can’t? Try and calm down and break it up.

One thing I’ve heard people say is, “you have to do it. One way or another the due date will come and you will have to submit it. You can panic, you can cry, you can get upset but that’s not going to change the fact that time is running. Why waste it crying when you can be doing it?” They always made it sound so easy (and low-key kind of mean), but it’s not always that easy. I mean, the advice helps sometimes, and they bring up a good point.

Whoever says focusing is so easy is a liar. Because it’s not. If it was so easy, these headcanons would not exist.

Take easy on yourself and enjoy these headcanons

Also research some study methods. I am not an expert at this

[bitbybitwrites]

Thank you to @forabeatofadrum , @wordsofhoneydew , @onthewaytosomewhere , @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion for tagging me for Six Sentence Sunday and WIP Wednesday!

I'm tired - are you all tired? Can I nap now?

Writing is going slowly, but its going:)

Some bits and pieces from assorted Klaine and RWRB WIP for you all under the link.

1.) From Puppy Love (RWRB Fluffy kid!fic): (cc @omgbarbiegurl )

“I know it’s crazy because maybe it’s kind of soon in our friendship and all . . but . . .” “Henry,” Nora gave him this warning glare that he felt even Raf wouldn’t be able to to ignore. “ . .Would you be my emergency dog sitter/walker when I’m caught in a bind?” Henry blurted out quickly. “Of course!”  Henry sighed in relief.  “Thank you.”  “Did you seriously think I’d say no?” Nora looked at David as he rolled over again to hint at a need for belly scratches.  “I can hardly say no to Raf, you think I’d do the same to you and this adorable little guy?”  She reached down to satisfy David’s insatiable need for attention, chuckling as she heard the happy grunts the beagle made as soon as she started. Henry reached into his pocket and tentatively pulled out a spare key for his apartment.  “I trust that you’ll use this sparingly and only when necessary?” “I will guard it with my life, “ Nora exclaimed as she took possession of the key.  “And I promise to refold everything in your underwear drawer after I rifle through it.” She winked. “I am regretting this decision already.” Nora stuck her tongue out at Henry playfully.  “Oh you’re full of it.  You know you love me, or you wouldn’t have asked. I am a delight!.” “You sound like Papi,” Raf said as he took over scratching David’s belly. “He learned from the best, kiddo,” Nora said, smirking. “I might be in need of your services sooner than later - but only if it won’t disrupt you and Raf.  If it will, I’m sure David would be fine by himself for a few hours today.” Henry confessed. “Noooooooooo!” Raf wailed, hugging David tightly.  “Can David stay and play?  Please Tia Nora? Please? Please-please-please-please?”  Raf turned on the pout and the puppy eyes.  David seemed to get the memo, Henry could have sworn the beagle was looking at Nora with the same expression. It was impossible for anyone to say no to those eyes ( human and canine).“Only if you finish your homework first.  Play after, OK?” Nora sighed as she told Raf.  “Someone’s got to be responsible here.  Your father trusted me with that.” Raf cheered as he gave David another big hug and was rewarded with a multitude of doggie kisses in return.  Henry had to grin at the bond David was developing with the little boy.  It was the kind of friendship he wished he had when he was younger.  A dog like David certainly would have made life in his grandmother’s house so much more tolerable. “Am I ever getting my dog back there do you think?” Henry asked as he leaned in to Nora. “I’m not quite sure.” Nora snickered.  “He’ll be in good hands, I promise.” She nudged Henry gently with her shoulder.  “Not to be too nosy.  But is everything OK?  Us watching David is kind of out of the blue - you two have been inseparable ever since you adopted him and brought him home.” Henry blushed as he fiddled with the postcard in his hands. “I . .um . . may have . .  a date.” “Shut up!” Nora cried gleefully as she smacked him on the arm.  “That’s fantastic!  Oh god, what will happen when Mrs. Schoenfeld finds out?  Will she double down on the baked goods to win you over?”  Nora cackled loudly at the thought. Henry groaned. “If that happens, I am leaving everything on your doormat.”

2.) From Sanctuary (Klaine fantasy AU): ( cc @datshitrandom and @justgleekout)

Taking the items and quickly tying them up in the cloth that the princeling had brought with him, the young woman paused for a moment, her eyes closing and her brow furrowing in concern. With one hand resting on her growing belly and one resting on the wooden table to support her weight, she paused in her task abruptly.   Blaine held his breath as he watched.  Mistress Fabray was a gifted young woman who came from a long line of seers.  He had heard of her visions and how they could overtake her at any time of the day or night. It was why she lived in the small secluded cottage away from the prying eyes of those in the castle. A slight breeze blew through the cottage, setting the assortment of crystals hanging above the window chiming softly against one another.  Quinn’s eyes filled with a golden glow, masking the kind brown ones that often were there. Her body shuddered as the vision overtook her. She gasped out, her voice gravelly and hard : Over hill, through darkened dale The blood flows fast, the cheek grows pale The crown that clatters to the ground Lies tarnished now and makes no sound. The bird that flies on moonlit wings No longer soars, no longer sings It tumbles swiftly from its nest So longing for its heart to rest By waters edge its finds its place Its soul will mend. A kindly face, Two lives entwined, two spirits one Beneath the boughs, warmed by the sun The courage lost is found in plain sight A journey then from day to night Brings fledglings back toward home and then The crown once rusted, shines again Falling to her knees, the seeress cried out as if in pain.  The princeling rushed forward to catch her as she went limp in his arms, her eyes rolling backward.  Panic begun to set in as Blaine lowered her gently to the floor.  He had to get help. “Watch over her, puss," the young prince ordered the brindle cat aa he stumbled out of the cottage door and down the well worn path that led farther into the wood.

3.) From my online auction!AU - how ardently i admire and love you - (RWRB fic)

Alex looked up to see his older sister come through the door, kicking off her heels and walking over to them.  June leaned over to kiss Nora as she grabbed a burrito for herself. She plopped down on the other end of the couch , dropping her feet in her brother’s lap and wigging her toes. “What’s the existential crisis, lil bit?” She asked, her eyes twinkling merrily. Alex huffed at his sister as he slowly picked away at the burrito in his hands.  “Henry’s birthday.” “Ahhhhh,” June nodded in understanding.  “Planning a party or buying a gift?” “Gift.” Nora responded around a mouth full of burrito. “Everything I think of he either owns, or has turned out to not be so great of an idea.  Bea talked me down from buying a polo pony a while ago.” June wrinkled her nose at that suggestion.  “Really Alex?  Polo?”   “I know, I know . . Bea said the same thing.” “It’s just not really . . .Henry.” Nora said  as she passed the bag of tortilla chips to the siblings. "Don't get me wrong, I know he plays but he's never gave me that rich-guy-polo-vibe. He's too down to earth, really." “I was at the end of my rope.” “Naughty . . .” Nora teased, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. “There’s a good shibari workshop I know of . . if that’s more your thing.” “Nora!” June hissed, giving her girlfriend the “do-not-talk-about-that-in-front-of-my-little-brother” glare. “Oh . . . .OH . . . oh . . eeeeeewwww,” Alex groaned as he looked at the both of them, his head bobbing back and forth as if he was watching a tennis match between the two.  “No. Stop.  Stop right there.  Too much information.  I don’t ever want that picture seared into my brain.” “No kink shaming, Alex.” June said as she poked him in the stomach with her ankle. “Never say the words ‘kink’  and’ shaming’ to me in the same sentence ever again, Bug.  I never want to know how you two defile this apartment when I’m not here.” “But . . .” piped up Nora. “Never. Want. To. Know.”

4.) From If I Can Make Your Heart My Home ( Klaine fic) (cc @datshitrandom)

“Hello, my darling.  Have you been here long?” Cooper glanced up from his phone to see his grandmother standing in front of him, two steaming paper cups in her hands.  She offered one to him which he took gratefully. “Thanks, Nan.” He said, sighing as he took a long pull from the cup.  “Did your meeting go well?” She sighed.  “As well as it could have gone,  I suppose.  June is still livid about what happened at the Martell Fundraiser. But I suppose one can’t blame her.”  Lillian peered down the hallway towards her grandson’s room. “How was Blaine today?” “As well as could be expected.  What was it that Doctor Figgins told us? Pneumonia? “Bacterial pneumonia that was too far gone.” Nana said sadly.  “I should have caught on, but your brother was trying to not let me see how ill he was.” “Pain in the ass,” muttered Cooper, taking another sip of his coffee.”If he already wasn’t in the hospital, I’d put him in there myself.” Lillian chuckled.  “Why are you sitting out here?  Oh, and did Sam come by today?  He told me he would when I ran into him this morning.” Cooper stretched his long legs and arms, yawning deeply.  “I’m sorry, I just needed a bit of a break.  Since Blaine ’s been sleeping most of the time, I don’t think he would have noticed if I slipped out for a bit.  But yeah, Sam came by for a bit during lunch, dropped off some comic books for Blaine.  Told me Schubert is having a grand ole time having a sleepover with him.” Cooper’s eyes darted back down the hall toward where Blaine’s room was located.  “Nan, that fellow, Kurt, came by again.” he confessed  “He’s in with Blaine now.  I kind of felt he needed privacy. Blaine’s still asleep, though.” Lillian’s eyes softened.  “I’m glad he came to visit.” “What’s his deal, Nan?  What’s going on between those two?” “Kurt and Blaine have a lot to figure out and a lot to talk about, Cooper,” Lillian said.  “And that’s all you’ll get from me.” Cooper pouted.  “You’re no fun.” Lillian rolled her eyes as she stood up, brushing wrinkles away from her skirt.  “And you, my darling, love gossip too much.  Just like your grandfather.”

Ooof . . that was a lot.

So tagging for folks ( no pressure!): @hkvoyage, @spaceorphan18, @14carrotghoul, @myheartalivewrites, @kirakiwiwrites , @madas-ahatters-world and and anyone else who wants to go for it - go ahead!

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hello do you have any tips on how to stop procrastinating? (I have an homework to write before tonight and I’ve been procrastinating since I woke up)

Hi!

I think my best strategies are:

Split it up into smaller chunks. Finish a piece of it, then give yourself a five minute break. STICK to the five minutes.

Promise yourself a reward when you finish (time on Tumblr/tiktok/etc)

Put yourself in a location where you're less likely to be distracted. For example, I sit at my table when I really need to focus, instead of the livingroom or my room.

I hope that helps a little! I know you can do it!

<3

[dragonologist-phd]

multiples of 5 from the fic writer ask game!

aah thank you!!

5. Great Fluff Piece

ha, i'm realizing now that i don't read a ton of pure fluff...but how about skin scratches and horn balm by lunaro? it's a really cute Wyll/Tav fic that's very loving and tender, it's perfect if you're in the mood for sweet fluff!

10. Fic(s) you would/did create fanart for

I am not an artist of the drawing type, but I’ve made aesthetic boards inspired by all the characters of the God Squad, aka the Pillars of Eternity ttrpg campaign I did with @starlightcleric @rannadylin and @serenbach86 (playing the Yarrow the Magranite, Idalia the Eothasian, and Ona the Waelite respectively!)

They’ve all got really great characters that were so fun to play with!

15. Fic(s) that inspired you to write

i had to dig through my bookmarks a bit for this one, but The Krynn Institute by artandstarsstuff! It's a Magnus Archives AU for the critical role characters from campaign 2- it's really fun and well-done read, and i loved the way the AU elements were incorporated, and it really got my wheels turning on the concept that would eventually turn into The Dunryd Archives!

20. Fic(s) you used to reward yourself (ie: “When I finish this chore/homework/task then I can read that”)

Currently I’m planning to catch up on West Wind by @dujour13 and start The Hanged Man by @herearedragons once I finish my errands and finally have some free this weekend! I’m really looking forward to both!!

25. A fun writer quirk you’ve noticed (Specific word(s) they repeat, detailed setting description, a lot of adjectives, trope they write really well, etc.)

Hmm, it's hard to pick one without a specific writer in mind? but i will say that i love when a writer has similar themes and moods across their different stories, it's so fun seeing everyone's different favorites!

[thecollectionsof]

Multiples of 5s for the fic asks

hi luna!!! thanks for sending some in <3<3

5. Great Fluff Piece mar’s jankie parenthood au my beloved, specifically this one because i went through my rec list today and rediscovered it and AAAAHHHHHH i love baby gigi <3<3

10. Fic(s) you would/did create fanart for iynaf by ao3 user mushroomeater @gggoode (to nobody’s surprise because i talk about it ALL the time) but if i created fanart it would be for that, 100%. for crystal and gigi maybe but for Mateo and Linda Methyd i would absolutely do it i swear i’ve never been obsessed with ocs before in my life and i will probably never be more obsessed with anyone ever (i love them) (so so much)

15. Fic(s) that inspired you to write and i wake up falling by lilacsoft

THIS. i just reread it (as in right now) and i’m about to go write because of it. G OD

20. Fic(s) you used to reward yourself (ie: "When I finish this chore/homework/task then I can read that") oh like all of them. but i’m trying to keep it to one fic per answer so the last one i did that with was nice day to start again also by ao3 user mushroomeater (again i know and i was even trying to make it not all mushroomeater fics)

25. A fun writer quirk you've noticed (Specific word(s) they repeat, detailed setting description, a lot of adjectives, trope they write really well, etc.)

whenever i see ANYTHING about food and love i think of the queen of it (@sweetlikesunflowersandhoney of course) because she really does it so well. and also just embodies it all around, like if you told me that her food had magical healing properties i'd believe you no questions asked

[meera000]

Ok recapppp of my morning ..long post so buckle up or scroll

had a saturday morning to myself. 3 pics: spread from a book on Sophie Calle that inspired me, the issey top and comme skirt that i got and will wear for grad and everyday (my two favorite designers! felt like i had manifested these pieces especially as i had been looking for a black comme skirt with ample volume), and the vivienne shirt i did not buy but i love the cozy graphic <3.

Last night i burned out. the week was too intense with finals and a long set day and unprecedented feelings and no time alone except for sleeping and driving. i split off from my friends in favor of going home and crying over things i need to unlearn. it felt good though-- it had to happen. i have been crying more than usual which is fine. at least i am able to feel, that's a big improvement from last year when i shut myself off.

THAT BEING SAID i still socialized a little today. i've been enjoying talking to strangers (on set wednesday i was helping the 20 models get dressed and adjusting the looks we had pulled for them. most of them were modeling for the first time. i enjoyed talking to them, spread out over the course of 10 hours. exhausting but rewarding. i knew all their names but they had no idea who i was. I like that a lot). today i came across a porch sale that two sisters were holding. one of them is a writer and she's moving to LA soon. she complimented my miffy sweatshirt and we discussed how much we love miffy and want to live in her world. judging by everything she was getting rid of, i knew we could be friends if she wasn't moving away. got a book each for 2 of my friends, as well as a spare piece of fabric with dogs on it. i think the dogs are kissing? awesome

also went to the harvard bookstore after getting my homework done in my favorite coffee shop. picked up three books: Communion by bell hooks, Funny Weather by Olivia Laing, and Ametora: How Japan Saved American Style by W. David Marx. all of these have been on my list for a sec, and are on deck once i finish Charlie Porter's What Artists Wear. i've got a frequent buyer card there sooo hopefully i get some points haha

[purplesurveys]

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Most hated childhood nickname: I was fine with the handful of nicknames my family gave me. What I hate is being called Rob which for some reason many people I speak to for work have automatically decided to call me. I never even introduced myself as Rob???? I hate it so much :((

Age you were when you hit your current height: I was either 10 or 11. I had a massive growth spurt that also stopped nearly as soon as it started.

Speaking of height, how tall is your crush/sig other? I don’t have either.

Your first favorite color, and how old you were when you liked it: Purple. I was around 7; I liked it because it was my great-grandmother’s favorite and she had a lot of purple elements in her home.

Favorites

Favorite kind of cheese: Feta, brie, mozzarella.

Favorite TV show you love to hate: Glee, Game of Thrones, the last few seasons of The Big Bang Theory.

Favorite kind of hot beverage: Ooh I dislike hot beverages. I find it soooo uncomfortable to the throat and I don’t like how hot it’d feel in the stomach too. When I order hot chocolate or am stuck with hot coffee, I always wait for them to get lukewarm first hahaha.

Favorite chord (I’m a music major, I had to put this one in): I’m not, and have no idea what to name.

Favorite musical instrument: To listen to – piano, violin, saxophone.

Favorite brand of toothpaste: Eh, just Colgate is fine.

Favorite kind of sandwich: Monte Cristo will always be my favorite.

Favorite method of travel/transportation: By airplane, just because I don’t get to experience it often and it always makes me excited to travel :) 

Favorite means of expression: “No way” and the many spin-offs I use for it hahaha. Like “stop it,” “shut up,” “shut the door,” “you’re kidding” etc.

Favorite Broadway musical: I’m not a fan of musicals but I do hold a soft spot for Miss Saigon. I was virtually raised listening to the soundtrack on cassette.

When’s the last time you…?

Ate something you hate? Well I don’t really...make myself eat things I already know I hate. A month ago I had empanadas that annoyingly had raisins in them, but I took each piece out in between bites so I didn’t have to deal with the taste.

Did someone a favor? Last night; I just bumped Angela’s tweet offering a trade for our Yoongi ticket so that a new wave of people can see it.

Felt like you’d really accomplished something big? It’s been a while. I guess when my friends and I booked our Airbnb and plane tickets to Thailand; it helped give me a sense of purpose and reward especially after working as hard as I’ve had over the last two years.

Missed your parents? Well, I miss my dad everyday.

Spent longer than two hours talking to the same person? Wednesday when my friends and I went through a third wave of ticket selling (and still ended up unsuccessful, lol). We were on Messenger updating each other in real-time for like an hour straight, then spent the next hour crafting our game plan going forward.

Wrote/recieved an actual letter (not a bill, not an email)? Christmas 2020.

Felt like everything was going really really well? Hm. Maybe my birthday trip to Zambales last year? That was a great time where I allowed myself to just let go of work entirely and stay in the moment and focus on me and my friends.

Felt like you’d failed? Sometime in mid-Feb when I handled a commercial shoot for one of my clients’ upcoming product launches and a bunch of miscommunication that I couldn’t control between the client and the prod house happened, forcing the shoot to go overtime by nine hours. We ended at 3 AM and the output ended up being fantastic, but it didn’t feel like an accomplishment at all. It was something I just wanted to laid to rest as soon as it finished; I never even ordered the damn thing during the entire period of its availability. Just so traumatic.

Stopped to smell the roses– literally? Nope. 

Spent way too much money on something totally dumb? That hasn’t happened since the time I used to spend on my ex.

Enjoyed doing homework? 2020, I guess? It was my final semester in college and I was taking a course on social history which I was genuinely enjoying, and I had lots of fun every time we had essay homework.

[frets-quartzmane]

How to make a motivational sticker page!

This is a bullet journal layout that combines a vision board and a progress bar. You can choose a picture to represent: a reward you’re going to give yourself, the end result of your project, your plans for the weekend, or anything else you’re looking forward to!

In this example, I am going to study for and complete midterms while earning 3 dolls.

You need a photo of anything you’re looking forward to “earning”. It could be an object or a place you’re going to visit. I’m looking forward to unboxing 3 dolls.

Print the image out on sticker paper. Print a black and white version at 30% luminosity.

Decide how many “points” to earn your item/trip/etc. Here I have written my homework for midterms week, and assigned each task a score from 1 to 3 points.

Cut the colored photo into as many pieces as you need points. They don’t have to be perfect rectangles! Do not remove the photo from the sticker backing yet.

Glue the stickers by their backing into your bullet journal. Label them with your to-do items. When you finish a task, peel a sticker up and stick it to the b&w image.

That’s all! I find that coloring the black and white image in with stickers really gets my dopamine flowing! And having a constant reminder of my reward makes the work go quickly.

[but-aint-this-texas]

yuliia, sheltered brat, and anyone who knows me/cares abt me please do not read more.

Anyone else, be mindful. Triggers in tags.

why can't I do anything?

I forget my homework the second I get home. The days over n I'm like a week behind on my English. I didn't touch my math and I have like 5 pages to do.

I forget all my exercise goals. I make a plan in gym class n I haven't made any progress in a month.

I want to eat less/healthy n I make a commitment at school n then I get home and fuck it all up. The only time I could remember or be productive was when I was counting my calories. I think I should go back to that because I was so productive, looking for homework and crafts and shit to do whenever I was hungry. Yeah I was sad and tired and always fucking fatigued but give me a tea n music and I'll do everything I need I went so far ahead in my math papers but lost all that by now. If I stopped eating I swear I'd be able to finish all my character tracking.

Id be able to get in my exercise, I'd remember because a fucking apple is so much of my budget I need to burn it all off. And in our health unit of gym she was saying how nutrition is more than an exchange of calories but as long as I get macronutrients, vegetables, and nothing more, then restricting is fine, right? I'd still get all the shit I need to live but I wouldn't be such a fatass n I wouldn't want to eat all the time and I'll have to break for Thanksgiving 2: electric boogaloo but it'll be ok.

Ive lost all progress in math. I used to be a fucking star student, I was always on top of my work, and this was only a month ago. Now everything's gone. I'm so far behind in English it's actually not funny, I feel like I'm gonna fail. I'm such a lazy bitch I just sit around all day n make excuses n do nothing n then blame other shit for my own failures

It might be the Tired and Period and Haven't Controlled in Days talking but I'm being logical I saw results when I was hard on myself I got stuff done. I did shit. I felt good. I got praise I drank water I felt skinny I felt light and bright and loved and productive and not all dark and sad and worthless like I do now. The teachers have nothing to praise, I snap AR my family and 'friends' and one of my friends I haven't talked to in days because they've been sick from school n I haven't had the fucking guts to reach out and same with my girlfriend I seriously doubt she still even cares about me I haven't talked to her and our last conversation faded so fast I'm worried we're gonna split and I don't want that I want this to work and I want to be good and productive and pretty and happy and God I want to be happy and I want to be kinder and I just fucking wish I were dead because I wouldn't have to feel like this all the time and my brother found my blog so I'm taking a big chance posting this n I hope none of you see this because I don't deserve attention but then again if u were to reinforce this shit maybe it'd get through my skull and I'd actually be able to start this instead of being a lazy piece of shit

Fuck this. Yknow what imma make a plan.

-eat only dinner, liquids, and count vegetable calories. Do not exceed 500.*

-walk >1 km daily and do all finch exercises.

-do not do anything after you get home until you've finished all homework.

I feel like it's achievable. 1. Do homework 2. Walk 1 km 3. Do anything but eat until dinner* I can do that every day. It's so easy guys. I get home, set up my homework, do that n then reward myself with a break, a nice walk in the cold, alone, possible with my podfic. Then I can do whatever I want, I can make my friends bracelets, I can finish the stickers I promised someone like a month ago, I can do anything. It's not strict at all. J found life's cheat code. I've got it gang.

*I have no choice in what I eat for dinner or how much. I can only control it to a very limited extent without someone punishing me for it. This is the only allowance I will give myself, except in the case of any medical emergency, which will not happen.

Easy! I should be able to Control semi-often from now on, and im gonna have such a great life. I got this. Homework, walk, done. Easy. Homework, walk. There is no complexity to it. I will have to stop at the end of my walk for a minute to do the rest of my exercise but it's fine <3

Im doing great <3