#I've got an assignment due in an hour or so I'm gonna go finish that n all

[sunburnacoustic]

I just need a second to sit and take in this gif. This 2-second moment. Just need to break it down and appreciate it.

The look in Matt's eyes like 'shit's gonna go down'. The finger point: potent, like 'you're ready Chris, Dom? We're gonna blow some minds.' The nod of readiness from Chris. The shortest moment of breath intake from Matt, and then the way he fucking lets loose. Full-body loose. Eyes shut, he needs to lean away from the mic because it would be too much. The way you can just HEAR this gif. "*breATH* waAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!' The instant heavy headbanging from Chris. How many minds were blown indeed in that one moment. Just a two-second gif. What a work of art. An artistic statement. I just fucking love Muse so much.

#Muse band #Musers #Muse #Matt Bellamy #Chris Wolstenholme #Showbiz era #I bet it was haha #I'm sorry Muse mental illness descends HARD during exam season #I was just thinking about this gif for a full 10 minutes #I've got an assignment due in an hour or so I'm gonna go finish that n all #but. I was updating the Chris' curls post (this is definitely on that) and every time I do I keep thinking about this gif #what a work of art #musicians #music #art #artists

[bluejaybytes]

like idk their personality what they look like their motives/views? I'm just curious lol

So, first things first. Shockingly, I've actually posted... basically all of my recent art! I normally RARELY post my art on Tumblr, but I've bene in a sharing mood as of late and have been posting things only a few hours after I finish them, so there's honestly... not much new I can post since the only thing that hasn't been posted is a WIP that I'm already planning on posting when it's done (And it is Not in a state I'm ready to post it lol). THAT SAID! I'm gonna talk about Scarlet because she's got art I haven't posted here before <3 Everything's below the cut, because I anticipate this being... very long and rambly. Whoops lol <3

(Note: I put this in a word counter after writing it. It's over 2.3k words. Apologies for being unable to write in anything shorter than an essay)

Normally I don't post anything that's not completely finished, and while the "main" drawing of her is finished in the sense I'm not going back to add to it further, it hasn't been properly colored or lined, it's just cleaned up sketches, so I haven't posted it before. It's a good few months old and it shows, but it's honestly fine lol. The icon is from earlier this week however, I just typically don't post the icons on their own, since I've made a ton of them and also showed them off in the relationship web I posted last week (Which honestly I will probably post again once a few more OCs have their icons made and added properly)

Scarlet's from the Octarian domes, specifically one that hosts a decently large amount of residential areas, and has two younger sisters, Crimson and Ruby. Scarlet's around ~24, Crimson's ~21, and Ruby's ~17, and they're all quite close growing up, with Scarlet very much embracing her role as the oldest of the bunch and always sticking by them. In fact, it's her desire to be close with her sisters that essentially ends what was a promising career as a weapons engineer for her early. Weapons engineering is a very prestigious role, and Scarlet's both incredibly interested in it and also genuinely very good at it, but due to how highly it's regarded, it also means she'd be unable to be around her sisters anymore, as she'd be too busy with training and working in other domes and with other engineers, so she ends up leaving weapons engineering behind, and instead just trains as a regular soldier.

Even with her staying in a more average position, she's still very talented, and she fairly quickly ascends through the ranks and ends up as an Elite and assigned her own squad to lead, stationed out in the outskirts of the dome she grew up in. Despite her rank as an Elite however, she keeps the traditional red coloration that's typically only for lower ranked soldiers, both as it's a shared family color, and her squad all respect her enough that she doesn't feel she needs to conform very strictly to the hierarchy for colors to have them recognize her as in charge.

Through her own request, Crimson, who's just a regular soldier, is part of her squad, and while their job is considered very important, as they guard the exits between the domes and the surface, it's still... very boring. There's really nothing around, and most of their days are just... patrolling, finding nothing, going back to camp. It's a very soulsucking job for her in all honesty, a lot of the glamor that draws people in to the military life is just... nonexistent. It's miserable and she's achieving nothing. She stays where she is, she wants to be there with Crimson, and she gets to stay, while not really... in contact with Ruby, as there's no cell service all the way out where they are, but close enough to Ruby that if there was some family emergency, she'd be able to get home quickly to be there with her. At this point, she's just counting the days until she's able to quit, or at the very least, take an extended break to go back home and feel like a person again.

It's on one of her patrols, however, that she ends up running into May. She'd gotten the command to stay alert for some teenage runaways that'd escaped police capture a few months prior, but, unbeknownst to her, May was one of them. While she'd never really known May specifically, she'd been the childhood best friend of Ruby, so Scarlet knew her from all the time that Ruby had spent with her, and all that she talked of her. She'd already been feeling miserable and disillusioned with her life as a soldier at this point, and the realization that this fugitive she'd been keeping an eye out for was a kid she personally knows, and knows wouldn't be a runaway for no reason, is just another moment of question for her.

May doesn't really recognize her at first, with it having been years since Scarlet had actually been home, but once Scarlet calls her by name, May remembers her, and pleads to not be taken back home. Scarlet, while not knowing her exact motives for running away, definitely empathizes in that moment, as someone who's tired of the miserable state they're living in, and she also just can't sit idly by watching a homeless teen beg to be given even the slightest mercy. She tells May she's not going to turn her in, and instead invites her to sit down and just talk with her. Neither have had any new company in months at this point, so she figures it'll benefit them both.

Their conversation goes well, and while May isn't willing to talk about the circumstances that've lead to her being on the run, they both are very clearly able to recognize themselves in each other. In the end, Scarlet knows she can't just let a homeless teen go hungry, and tells May to meet her out there the next day at the same time, and that she'll give her some of her rations for that day to hopefully help out a bit. May's still a little unsure, especially since she doesn't like to stay in one place for too long, as well as the fact she's still trying to find her way to the surface, but she's not really in a position where she feels she can deny a safe, reliable food source, so she agrees.

It's, of course, at their next meeting that Scarlet notices May barely picking at the food she's brought. It's at this point Scarlet realizes that May's not just one of the runaways she'd heard about, but that she's the one who's known to be traveling with a kid. May hadn't wanted to actually talk about it before, as her little sister, June, stays behind at their temporary camp for her own safety while May goes out scavenging for food and looking for a way out, but this only further pushes Scarlet into wanting to help her. She already felt like she had a moral obligation to help May before, but now knowing she's also got a kid with her means Scarlet absolutely can not and will not let them go without her help, at least as much as she can offer.

Scarlet ends up going from giving half of her own days food rations, to stealing from the food supply, as well as grabbing some spare clothes, to make sure May and June have enough to eat and take care of themselves a bit better than they were before. Ultimately, her squad can always request more supplies, but May and June aren't in a position to help themselves like she can. This, however, does not go unnoticed. Her squad notices the lessened rations, and ask her what she thinks is happening. She insists it must be a sea slug, or at least some kind of animal that got into their food supplies, it's happened before, it's fine, they can just go ask for backup, don't worry about it. For the most part, her squad accepts her dismissal of the topic. They do find it weird, but ultimately, Scarlet has never been one to do anything like this before, and the long time away from home has been weighing on everyone, so it's most likely just stress getting to her.

Crimson notices, though. She also notices Scarlet's retreat from their usual nightly chats, instead opting to go on "destress walks", or "extra patrols", excuses varying from night to night. Scarlet's dismissal of the issue, her increasing time spent away from camp, and her lessened time spent with her all eventually push Crimson into stalking her on one of her times out of camp, and watches from a distance as Scarlet actively betrays her squad and her duties as a soldier to hide, feed, and protect a fugitive runaway. Crimson absolutely loses it, jumping out from her hiding place and revealing herself to have seen everything, and tells Scarlet she needs to hand May over now. Scarlet just can't do it. She hesitates before telling Crimson she won't, not because she's hesitating in her decision, but because she's scared of admitting it. She doesn't want to live this life, where a scared, homeless teenager and her little sister are expected to instantly be arrested and turned in, where they guard the exit to somewhere they're constantly told is hostile to them, yet have spent all of this time and never seen a proper enemy soldier. She's not going to turn May in for the crime of wanting to leave. And then Crimson attacks her

Scarlet wasn't sure how Crimson was going to react, but it certainly wasn't what she was expecting, as Crimson ends up pulling out a pocket knife she'd been carrying, and fully intends to seriously harm her. Scarlet's caught entirely off guard, and the fight goes very poorly for her, especially considering Scarlet's only weapon was an Octo Shot she didn't have ready, and even if she did, she doesn't want to attack her little sister. Eventually she's able to muster the strength to attack back enough that she gets Crimson off of her, and down long enough for her to take off running. May had bolted the moment the fight broke out, and Scarlet has no idea where she ran off to, but she knows her way out of the domes, having been patrolling the outskirts for this long

It's still over a days walk to the exit before Scarlet is far enough out from her camp that she feels safe enough that she can stop, and really assess the damage Crimson did to her. She's lucky in the sense she'd been carrying some basic first aid supplies on her when everything happened, she always liked having it on her just in case one of her squadmates needed it, but it ends up being enough to prevent her from getting any of her wounds infected. However, the damage is still fairly bad, even if she's able to stop it from getting worse, with Crimson having nearly fully blinded her in one eye, as well as giving her some nasty wounds that eventually scar over. Ultimately, she's lucky she didn't lose the eye entirely, but it's still an absolutely miserable experience regardless.

From there, she makes it to the surface surprisingly easily. She knew the way out, and the exit she took wasn't too far from Inkopolis, so she's able to get there within the month. Her positioning right next to the surface meant she was already required to know some of the Inkling language, so while she's not at all fluent, she's able to get by enough that she's able to pawn off her armor, as well as practically anything that isn't directly necessary to her survival. Her armor specifically is important however, as she wants to get rid of anything that could potentially relate her to being an Octoling soldier, and while she doesn't realize that really no Inklings would think anything of it, she can't risk it. She uses the funds to get herself a place to stay for a while, and is finally able to just rest for a minute.

From there, she actually adjusts surprisingly well to everything on the surface. Her skill with weapon tech is actually in very high demand, as the need for weaponsmiths and repair workers is at an all time high, so she's able to get an apprenticeship at a repair shop in quick time, and not only does it pay well, but she loves the work. While it's not the same as what she was training to do in the military, weapons engineering, she just loves working with weaponry as a whole, and while she doesn't personally play, it's also a reassuring notion for her that she's able to pursue a lifelong passion of hers in a way that isn't actually tied to war and combat, it's all just a silly game everyones playing, there's no actual stakes

It's around two years before she ends up seeing May again, however. After the fight broke out, May ran back to her camp, grabbed June, and just... picked a direction and ran. It took another few months wandering lost before May was actually finally able to make it out, and given how big of a city Inkopolis is, she and Scarlet don't run into each other naturally for quite a long time. They both carry around a lot of guilt surrounding the situation though. Scarlet feels as if she basically just... abandoned May, who was in this desperate situation, and that she should've made more of an effort to look for her before she just left, and May feels like she's responsible for everything that happened to Scarlet. The two meet when May, going in for weapons adjustments to make sure everythings up to date for league regulations for June's first time trying out a game of Turf War, ends up at the shop Scarlet works at. The two are overjoyed to see that they've both settled remarkably well in on the surface, and that they both even made it out in the first place. It alleviates a lot of that guilt for both of them, as while they both end up feeling as though they should've handled the situation differently, this is at least proof neither party ended up worse off afterwards. They're also able to stay in touch after this, which helps them both feel a little less alone as one of only a few dozen Octolings in hiding on the surface.

Ultimately, this is where I stop being able to describe things solely from Scarlet's point of view, as when Crimson reenters the story, there's a lot of extra context that needs to be added as to why everything worked out the way it did, and somehow this has already ended up longer than the time I laid out literally the entire plot of all of my main OCs. Good lord above. I was not joking when I said this would take a long time to write and when I said I'd write a lot.

Sincerely, thank you so much for asking, I do apologize for letting this one... also get out of hand, since this is... a lot of text for anyone to read through, but I do so, so very much appreciate the chance to let myself just kinda shed the feeling of cringe for a moment and just let myself infodump about my OCs lol. Peace and love on planet earth <3

#my OCs #my art #i uh #yeah. #2.3k words. #NEXT AUTISM OC POST WILL BE ABOUT RUBY. I GUARANTEE YOU. #shes the one who's getting art rn thats taking forever but Will Be Posted Eventually. #umm id also like to elaborate on Crimson post-attack at some point. but oh boy she ALSO has a lot going on. so. yknow #autism. moment. #i know ive said it a lot already but still thank you sooo much <3 i really really do appreciate it more than i can express #My own OCs are a special interest for me which is. its hard. #what do you MEAN if i want content of my special interest I HAVE TO MAKE IT MYSELF???? #anyways. thank u <3 #(id also like to elaborate on June at some point. shes like. Literally one of the ones with the most thought put into- #-yet she has BARELY appeared in my autismposting bc May is more directly plot moving) #the squits

[xerospaced]

So it's taken me a ridiculous amount of time to attempt this course that should have been completed in 12 weeks. And I've only just finally submitted the assessment of my second unit (2 of 4). I did actually submit it initially on schedule but I was asked to add some info. And then after doing that was asked to add yet more info to another question! Ma'am!!

Anyway. This is not really anything to be proud of (to most anyway) but I am proud. I have attempted to get back to work on this course for a HOT minute. And each time I have sat down or tried to sit down to work on it I have ultimately failed and done, nothing.

Today, I actually REMEMBERED that my tutor had given today as a deadline to add this additional info as it was only a small amount required. Thankfully I remembered coz I had no reminders set, nor did I note it anywhere.

But, after having less than three hours sleep due to my period crippling me late into the night and a contractor turning up first thing to work on my en suite (which he didnt finish til about 1), and then - when I was finally thinking about decompressing in my space alone for a grip before approaching this task - I had to take my ma to the doctor on a last minute urgent thing.

I handled both disruptions incredibly well. Brought my ma home and went out to cop me some energy drinks and a couple snacks coz I'm still trying this maintaining glucose levels thing and I knew I needed to work.

I very almost started gaming when I got back in coz I cant stand going from external thing to focused thing without a transitional period. But I knew I was running the risk of getting sucked in.

Instead, I kept in my ear buds, danced around, started on my energy drink (and a cheeky glass of moscato) sat down to work - laptop tried to beef me so I got myself prepared for the task I had to approach while it sorted itself out. Got distracted by a linkedin email and found myself on the app job searching. Yes, productive. No, not conducive to the matter at hand.

Hennyway, I managed to shift my focus back to the assignment. Did one part and was gonna take a one song break (coz pressure from Encanto came on shuffle and I'm not gonna work through that coz like I NEEDS to belt) but ended up pausing it while I prepared the second part. Then ended up just completing the second part and submitting and now I'm done.

And sure, all in all, it was about ten to fifteen mins of work. And yeah, it's a relatively minor thing in the grand scheme of things. But still! I did something and focused when I intended to and stopped myself getting distracted and stayed on task.

I will add that part of what helped the transition was D asking me if I'd submitted my poems for the competition yet just before I headed to the dr. [As established, deciding to work on my poetry was that THING I needed to get excited and motivated] It set me in a space where I was wanting to be productive. I sent him a few poems for his insight. He doesn't do poetry and all that so it was an odd choice but he is also not afraid to be critical and won't just tell me everything is great (also he gave v positive feedback to the poem which is like... the crux of me and the manuscript I'm gonna put together so omfg YES)

Long long long ass post coz I'm typing on my surface and not as limited as when I'm on mobile, plus typing speed lord jesus.

Anyway, I'm proud of myself. And even tho D didn't provide any overt or particularly hands-on application of accountability/responsibility, he did put my attention on a worthy task, and the best one he could've to kick me into gear.

#mine #Good things are coming #Even if I'm only productive for like an hour or two a day to start #I can do a LOT in a short time #So I'm excited for how this momentum will build #First monday I've had in forever where i've actually got off to an effective start. #So YAY #Also I'm pretty sure I've figured out which three poems I'm going to submit so that's awesome #But I would like to try to write something new as two are from 2020 and one is from 21 #So like... Yeah. #cc rambles

[mafuyuwrites]

RANT (like a long one)

I'm moving houses therefore moving schools

SO SORRY FOR BEIGN INACTIVE IM SORRY I LAOFY UEHHHERAAA

Bro why does life hate me so much 😨

- I accidentally stabbed myself with my pencil so now there's a scar

- I got hit with a Badminton racket... TWICE

- Got hit with a Badminton racket on like my left arm and it's still red ?!!!??? (Other time I got hit on my right elbow)

- The seniors left :(( SO THAT MEANS MY FAVORITE SENIOR THAT WOULD SOMETIMES COME INTO MU ORCHESTRA CLASS LEFT. IM SAD.

- So there was this sub that substituted for my science class twice. The first day she said my name right and then the 2nd day she.. mispronounced it ?? Then she was the sub for my orchestra class and she mispronounced it SO BADLY.

- Today my bus was so empty... like I don't know where everyone went ??? Like there was maybe around 15 people ? (There would be A LOT more but I don't count so...)

But some good news

- I asked my mom if I could skip school on Monday because they won't be taking like any more grades / assigning more stuff, I've finished all my post-tests and she said like "why not" since I did use that nothing important was gonna happen, worst thing I miss would be missing out practice time in Orchestra (concert is on the 18th)

- Today I literally did not do shit for classes. I did some work for science (dunno why we're doing it cause it's due Tuesday...???) and then we went outside, then went to the gym for 2nd period

(see that's interesting cause I had SS for 2nd period and we were suppose to be in the classroom but the math and ela teacher took us to the gym. Then I had to go to 3rd period because my art teacher was absent so we went to the other art room. Then for 4th period we went to gym again cause I had ELA and then we immediately went to lunch and it was so crowded, like there was 3 grade levels in there and it would've been 4 but one grade went on a field trip I think and then I went to orchestra but we had a sub and she was not it nuh-uh. And then for 6th period I went to the gym again cause I had math soooo. Also, for orchestra the sub didn't let us go to the gym bc we had gone to the gym a lot already even though some people didn't go as many times as some others)

- HSR !!! Super fun !!! (My phone was 20%) (I have an average of 1 hr and 33 minutes on that app) (I only moved onto the next world / lore in orchestra class bc we weren't doing anything) (nvm my average for the week is now an hour and 43 mins) (I have spent 2 hrs and 48 minutes on the app today.) (HELP ME)

[thehappybaker]

@monthly-challenge 2024 | Banter

This features my original characters!

Mikayla sat at her chair in the school library, reading a mystery novel that had caught her eye.

She didn't read often, but when she found a book she thought looked interesting, she could read for hours.

Across from her Dawn was typing away on a essay for English class. She looked like she was constructing hard, and for good reason. Mrs Sandy's English class was known for tough essays. A bad grade on it was considered bad for your overall grade, so many students in her class really focused hard on making sure their essays were great and passable.

Unfortunately Dawn hated essays. She often complained about having to do them, and started on them late. Mikayla often scolded Dawn on starting late on assignments. Dawn was notorious for rushing and and making bad mistakes when late for things, a fact she signed about.

So when Dawn complicated and promised to not be late on the essay, Mikayla rolled her eyes and counted down the weeks when Dawn would not do her essay and then rush the last 2 days it was due.

Cue Dawn panicking during lunch that she hadn't even started it, made a excuse that she was busy (doing other school work, baking, and training as a magical girl Mikayla noted, much to Dawn's ire) and was now busy typing away to finish it before the coming Thursday.

Dawn had begged Mikayla to join her in the library so she could help make sure she got it done. Mikayla signed, telling Dawn that a jelly cookie was going to be needed afterwards, Dawn sighed, a small smile on her face and agreed.

So this was where she was now. It wasn't bad, the after school library was peaceful and Mikayla often tried to come here for peace and quiet after school.

Since she became a magical girl 2 weeks ago, she hadn't had time to come to the library. So today was a lucky day for it.

She had searched the shelves for a book to pass the time. A mystery novel cover caught her eye, the main characters look appealing to her tastes, and she had sat down to read.

It was a great book too. She loved mystery novels. They were one of her favorite genres of literature.

Suddenly Dawn gave out a grown.

Mikayla put a bookmark in the page she was reading and headed over to Dawn.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"The computer froze, now I've lost half my work!" Dawn complained.

"I'll never get this essay done on time!" She wailed.

"This wouldn't have happened if you started it earlier.."

"I know, I know!" Dawn argued back, putting her head over her arms in defeat.

Mikayla crossed her arms in thought, smiling mischievously.

"I can help you finish it at my house...if."

"If? Dawn questioned, raising her head up, one eyebrow raised.

"We play a round of card guess."

Dawn gave a look of annoyance, but sighed a small smile appearing on her face.

"Yeah that's fair." She explained.

Card game is where you had to match two cards for each player. It was Mikayla's favorite game.

Dawn was never good at it, losing often.

("Awww I almost won! Best outta 3!" She declared after losing a 2 time. Mikayla laughed. "Sure, but I'm still gonna win!" She declared back, shuffling the cards for the next round. Dawn gave a big grin. "Your on!")

They had fun with it, despite Dawn losing often. It was a fun game to them when they didn't know what else to do during the times they hung out. Mikayla smiled at the memory.

" And...I get 3 of your jelly cookies at lunch tomorrow!" Mikayla declared.

Dawn gave a pretend shocked face and gave a dramatic "Not my jelly cookies!" Then gave a grin.

Dawn had gotten Mikayla to love jelly cookies when they went to their local town's bakery. She had said they were really good, and Mikayla wanted to try some new baked goods, it had been a long time since she went out to a bakery for sweets. They bought some and Mikayla had fallen in love with them ever since.

Something about the taste of the jelly mixed with the soft dough tasted delicious to her, Dawn smirking all the while Mikayla ate the cookies in joy.

Dawn often made jelly cookies at home, using a recipe her grandmother had made. She brought them to lunch for dessert often. When Dawn went off somewhere, Mikayla would grab a few to snack on. Dawn would never really notice, until she came back to their lunch and caught her in the middle of taking a few.

Dawn didn't yell or tell her to stop, she had instead rolled her eyes and just laughed, much to her relief. Mikayla had apologized, but Dawn said it was fine. It wasn't like it was crime and they were delicious, she had stated.

So this was just common knowledge at this point, to get a few extra jelly cookies for helping Dawn out. Both were fine with it. If it made them both happy then it was fine.

"Yeah I'll make that a deal with you. Thanks for your help." Dawn explained.

"It's no problem, you'd do the same for me" Mikayla explained.

"Yeah you make the best blueberry muffins..ever!" Dawn explained.

It was true, her grandpa had taught her how to make them as a kid, and it had stuck ever since.

"Hehe, see?"

"Yeah.." Dawn said laughing awkwardly.

Dawn turned the computer off, grabbed her stuff, and they walked out of the computer room, Mikayla grabbing her stuff on the way out of the library.

As they walked down the hall, Mikayla had another thought come into her mind.

"If we finish this in 2 hours, we play 5 rounds of card quess, and you give me 8 of your jelly cookies"

Dawn signed but gave a smile along with it.

"Sure... but you give me 4 of your blueberry muffins in return."

Mikayla laughed. "Deal"

They walked out of the school together, two friends helping the other out.

Mikayla couldn't have wished for anything more she wanted to do than this.

#februfluff2024 #friendship

[cloudsoffire]

if you'll allow me to overshare, i think i was failed by the education system. not in a "they should've taught me how to pay taxes" way (i still don't have a job), or a "i have no social skills" way. but just in what they were trying to accomplish in the first place.

my first two years of high school was normal. i was gonna make a comma-separated list but i'll just do bullet points of the highlights.

i was completely socially isolated

i spent breaks waiting outside the door of my next class

i failed an algebra class where the teacher made a point that not a single one of his students up until then had failed. it was also his least year teaching.

i almost failed again when i retook it

i got the evil p.e. teacher to be nice to me by having a breakdown in his class

i got accommodations to do p.e. on my own because i couldn't handle the locker room or exercising around other people

i got accommodations to be able to do all group projects on my own following events i'm sure i've talked about before and doing so again would take too long

i became unhealthily reliant on twitter because more people i knew were active on there than on tumblr

i had my homework and lessons delivered to me at home for at least a week or two because i had to be under 24-hour surveillance

after going several days at a time without being able to go to school on multiple occasions, i was allowed to switch to an every other day schedule which was somehow still a struggle

pretty basic stuff i'm sure most people on this site can relate to. so what changed? well, due to mental health reasons and poor grades and such, they transferred me to another school.

another school which had crisis lines on the back of our id cards.

i spent sophomore year attending virtually, even after pandemic restrictions were lifted, purely because of my anxiety. i actually tried to attend in person and had a panic attack which resulted in me getting up and leaving class without a word before practically running to my dad's place of work a few blocks away, where my mom had to pick me up and take me back to sign me out.

but for senior year, i finally went in person. and honestly i enjoyed the program. wo got to do creative writing (i filled an entire notebook with a story and then took it again even though i didn't need to), we got to do video production (group projects but the first one went well and for the second one i essentially had complete creative freedom), and there was even an art class (one assignment was to follow a step-by-step guide on how to draw a dragon eye. i got permission to throw it out and draw my own from scratch that i never finished coloring).

our p.e. consisted of badminton, croquet(???), a day of actual proper exercise (which i got permission to keep out of because, once again, exercising with other people is actual hell), and on thursdays we'd go on walks and the teachers would get the class starbucks(??????wtf????who made this program??? i don't like coffee but was pressured by the teachers to get something and i cave easily so i just got lemonade after the first couple times. it was right across the parking lot from where my dad worked too so i got to say hi to him most thursdays which was nice).

we didn't have school on fridays either. it could also be because this was the year i took a break from social media but for once i was actually looking forward to going to school every day. i think the height of the program when i was there was like twenty students, and only like 8-10 showed up consistently. plus it started late so that was insane.

now you're probably thinking "wow, that sounds awesome!" it was, ignore that apparently the place went to sh*t the year after i graduated. but that's the problem, and that's why i started this off by saying the school system failed me.

this program was essentially trying to make school not hell on earth for neurodivergent students. in doing so, it prioritized mental health and completely failed at being a school. let's do another bullet point list.

what i did my senior year of high school:

i made an infomercial about a crowbar marketed as the "open sesame"

i wrote an entire first draft of a novel

we read the worst classic of all time (the great gatsby)

i wrote an essay about how the great gatsby sucked

i got kicked out of class for asking recruiters how many civilians they'd killed before i could tell them how messed up it was that they'd try their shtick at a school like this.

i gave a presentation based on an assignment on how you would start a business with $25, only to switch gears halfway through about how $25 isn't enough to start a lemonade stand.

i took a year long break from social media (i think i still posted music on youtube?)

i became obsessed with aquariums

things i did not do:

learn anything

and i don't mean that as a basic "i didn't learn anything this class" when in reality you just immediately repressed it because school is inherently tortuous. i mean the work they gave us was freshman level at best. easiest grades of my life. and they were mostly participation based. and that's bad!! sure, i didn't hate it, but on some level it felt almost insulting. socialization was encouraged but the academics were the worst.

and like there's no excuse. i've studied godzilla monsters religiously. i know every pokémon. i've put in the time to 100% sonic forces.

and it's not just fictional stuff. i've watched video essays on nuclear science, astronomy, physics, etc. just for fun!

i know that mental health isn't antithetical to leaning, so why is this school allowed to give out diplomas when they don't even try? honestly i don't think the teachers (plural as in two of them) even knew about the subjects they were teaching. the creative writing class didn't even give prompts until i asked for one.

it's just so... infuriating, i guess.

if i continued with normal high school, i'm not sure i would have made it out the other side. but if i did, i know i would have at least kept learning instead of stagnating in favor of "sensory walks." i know that there might have been some sense of accomplishment instead of "well this is a fancy piece of paper." and maybe i would've even felt like a normal person.

also if i decide i want to go to college i can literally only go for community college. because i was in the "too incompetent for normal school" program. not that i want that anyway. i can't afford that with $0.00 annual income.

#also one of the teachers was married to a cop and had a thin blue line flag sticker on their laptop #and the other had a seth rogan sticker on theirs #i was amicable and didnt bring it up but in the back of my mind i was screaming #fire.txt

[justtrying-studyblog]

The Leaves Aren't the Only Things Changing

As the air turns crisper and the snow starts to stick, here I am again for another college life update! Life has been getting better. I'm deep into my school routine, and the semester is almost over. I have already finished two classes and am in that pre-thanksgiving stretch. It's gonna be a rollercoaster after thanksgiving break, so I'm just preparing myself.

My schedule was crammed and hectic, but after a trip to the east coast in late October, I found myself having something that I thought I had lost; free time. Seriously, I'll just be sitting in my bed wondering what I am supposed to do when I'm not bouncing between assignments to class to work and repeating each day. But that is to say that I love the ability to think and not stress. I have even started having hobbies again!

This semester has already taught me invaluable lessons. First off, trust yourself. If you know it's gonna be a lot on your plate beforehand, listen to that! I had a big fight with my dad before the semester over the stress of attending two colleges at once and working +20 hours a week, and I should've known that I knew myself best, not him. However, I did overcome that and survived that phase, but I know not to do that again.

I also learned to take a little time each day to study rather than days off and cramming the day before something is due. Before my aforementioned trip to the east coast, I had to work ahead on some assignments. I didn't realize how relaxing it can be to be ahead in class and know that if I need a day off (which sometimes I really did), I would not be behind or stressed to catch up. Doing a little every day allows you to have assignments done before the due date and gives you a buffer for unforeseen circumstances. I'm actually updating this blog cause I worked so far ahead, and I have nothing to do till my math class in 30 mins.

I also learned that one bad grade isn't the end of the world. This one is a more recent lesson. On my first chem exam back from my trip, I only got a 68%. That grade hurt so much, but I've learned that one bad grade does not define my ability as a person, and it will not destroy my grade. It just shows that I need more attention on those topics, and frankly, I'm still doing well in Chem.

Finally, make sure you have a social outlet outside of work and school. I didn't realize how tired I was of seeing my class friends, work friends, and family. I needed someone else to break up that environmental routine. I started doing a weekly movie night with one of my friends, and honestly, those are the highlight of my week. It has helped so much to see someone in an environment where I don't have to think about school or work.

Overall, this semester has been highkey amazing. I have loved being back in school. Yeah, sometimes are stressful, and finding that routine is a work in progress, but I love every minute of it.

Well, I've gotta go learn some algebra, so as always ✨stay safe, and hang on, it's gonna work out✨

#study blog #studying #studyblr #university

[doodlindandandani]

It’s days like this I’m really glad I have another day off of work.

#I'm stressing out over all the assignments due in the next few weeks #finishing up part of one right now before bed #which probably won't last long because as of right now I've got about 4 hours before I need to get ready to go hah #my emotions are all jumbled up rn #I'm just tired and done with all this #I want the semester to end already so I can try to get in some decent rest before heading into the last one here #after that I've still no fucking clue what I'm gonna do #how do y'all do it lmao

[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

When You Sleep Together

Dream SMP x Reader

I've got some wholesome moments for you guys because y'all deserve to be loved :) sorry if some of these are cheesy

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💭💚Dream💚💭

Rubbing his eyes sleepily as he stared at the chat of his stream, Clay sighed quietly to himself. He was longing for the sweet embrace of his comfy bed-sheets. As much as he loved his chat, he loved you and his bed more.

Blinking away the sleep, he shook his head to wake himself up. When he stopped himself from falling into his sleep-zombie stupor, he began to speak energetically to the stream once again.

Just as he was about to say something, the sound of his door opening made him stop. When he saw you peeking your head into his room, he muted his mic." Everything okay?" He asked, concern swirling in his deep-green eyes.

Your eyes narrowed a little from the brightness of his monitor," You're... still streaming?" You muttered tiredly, running a hand through your messy hair," It's 4 am... You need to come to bed before you die." You stated bluntly.

Chuckling lightly, Clay smiled at you," That's a bit of an exaggeration, dont ya think?" He grinned out before turning to his monitor," I just need to finish this building first and then I'll come to bed." He reassured.

Pouting at him, you walked over to him in his gaming chair. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind and leaned your head in the crook of his neck. He stiffened up for a second but leaned into your touch, which told you just how tired he really was.

You brought your lips close to his ear," The bed's lonely without you..." You tried your best to sound cute before giving into your sluggish thoughts," and it's lowkey freezing without you next to me. You don't want me to die of hypothermia, right?"

Wheezing a little, he shook his head," Alright, alright. You've convinced me."

"Epic victory royale for me."

"Never say that again."

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🖤🔥Sapnap🔥🖤

Groaning in defeat, you closed your laptop after saving your assignment in frustration. Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you glanced at your phone and turned it on to check the time.

2:30 a.m

"Oh f-" you already knew you were gonna get shit from Nick as soon as you stepped foot into your shared bedroom.

Quickly packing your college material away, you raced upstairs quickly and made a bee-line to your bedroom. You opened the door quietly, smirking slightly when you heard the light snores coming from your boyfriend.

He was hugging a pillow close to himself, wrapped snugly within the comfy blankets. He looked like he was in heaven.

If anything, that only made you more tired.

You tiptoe to the bed and slowly crawled into the bed, trying your best to stop the groan of satisfaction from escaping your lips as soon as the blankets consumed you. You stared at Nick's peaceful face for a second before scooting closer to him for more heat.

The pillow beneath your head was so fluffy and comfortable that you were almost instantly consumed in dream-land, not before Nick stopped you.

"Did your bitchass finally give up on that dumb assignment." He muttered tiredly, replacing the pillow he was cuddling with you.

"I have to finish it tomorrow, dumbass..." You grunted out, your eyebrow slanting downwards slightly.

"Nah, fuck you. You're staying in bed with me tomorrow." He denied your statement instantly, pulling you ever closer.

"You make a good argument, I retract my statement..."

"Good."

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💤💙GeorgeNotFound💙💤

"Fuck yea-" You stopped your celebrating quickly as soon as you remembered that your boyfriend was literally sleeping behind you.

You had been editing a video all night, and despite his begging and whining, you just wouldnt go to bed with George. So he decided that he'd stay with you in the living room, refusing to go to bed without you.

You had protested against that, claiming that he needed his beauty sleep, which he had taken great offense to. So he sat behind you, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head in the crook of your neck, whining that he wasnt going to move until you came to bed with him.

You took this as a challenge," Aight bet." And continued to edit whilst your boyfriend was hugging you from behind.

About 10 minutes into editing, you heard George's familiar snores. You knew that he'd fall asleep quick anyways, sleeping is sort of his thing.

But now, you'd finally finished your editing and want to actually go to bed. Sighing at this dilemma and obvious karma, you closed your laptop after sending the video to Dream.

You leaned into George's heat, making him stir a little." George..." you whispered to him.

There was a lazy hum in response.

"Let's go to bed..." You muttered to him.

"....You lost that opportunity about 2 hours ago." He replied back stubbornly," It's expired."

"Oh, come on." You groaned out," If I stay in bed with you tomorrow as well, will you let us go to bed?"

He was silent.

"... Deal."

"Great, let's go, let's go."

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🎶💛Wilbur Soot💛🎶

"Alright, bed time. C'mon." Wilbur spoke up suddenly, making you jump from your place at your monitor.

"Wait wha-" You were interrupted as Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you close to him. Your back pressed into his chest as he got you to stand up from your desk." Will, what are you-?"

"You've been editing all day. I need attention and affection." He muttered, a pout on his lips." So can we got to sleep please?" He sent you a slight grin.

"Will, this'll only take a couple of minutes." You sighed out with furrowed eyebrows.

His grin dropped," You said that an hour ago."

Your eyes widened at his words," I did?"

"You did."

"Shit." You rubbed your eyes, letting out another sigh," Jeez, I'm sorry Will... I'm an asshole." You muttered.

"Hmm.... hmmmmm thinking.... You could come to bed to sleep with me to make up for being an asshole?" He teased.

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully," you're not supposed to agree."

Laughing slightly, he wrapped his arms around you tighter," in all seriousness.... As sleepdeprived as I am, I don't want you following in my footsteps. So can we go to bed, please? I really need you in my arms right now."

You were taken aback by his confession but you could only give into his charms after he sent you a soft-eyed smile." Oh, alright."

"Thank fuck. Jesus, please never make me wait as long as you did tonight again."

"Noted."

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⭐👑Eret👑⭐

"Can we go to bed now?" You whined as Eret finally finished streaming." Jeez, it's like you love your chat more than me."

Eret laughed deeply at your words and shook their head," You know that's not trueee~" he sang out cutely." You have my heart, [Y/N], don't worry."

You couldn't stop the stop the soft smile from replacing your pout, your eyes softening at her." Aww.... Ali, you're so sweet to me... and you're super cheesy." You awed out, finding their response to be genuinely adorable.

" Ali? Sheesh, and you call me cheesy. Look in the mirror, love." He teased, finally turning his monitor off and making their way over to you. She towered over you, you've always compared them to a big friendly giant who loves to cuddle.

Sending her a teasing grin and a suggestive eyebrow raise, you spread your arms open for him to hug you," Bed time?"

They grinned slightly and wrapped their arms around you securely, squeezing you tightly against his chest in a loving hug." Bed time..."

"Finally."

"Were you really waiting that long?" She teased, getting your messy head of [H/C] hair." Aww, if I had known that, I would've ended earlier."

You hit him playfully," You suck, loser."

"Love you too, dear."

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(This one's a bit long lol.)

👑🐷Technoblade🐷👑

You let out a another yawn as you shivered lightly in the cold of the snowy area you and Techno lived in.

Your boyfriend had gone to the nether a couple of hours ago to collect wither skulls for 'decoration' but you already knew what he was scheming inside that chaotic head of his.

You've been waiting for about 5 hours in the freezing cold. Of course you've made yourself useful around the house, tending to the farm and gathering more materials overall.

Tommy helped here and there, but he was mostly gathering materials for himself.

Now you were beginning to worry for your boyfriend, he's been gone for so long.

So you decided to sit at the doorstep, a blanket wrapped around yourself and a hot cup of cocoa, refusing to fall asleep until you found out that Techno was okay.

Tommy had sat with you for an hour or so before he retired to his bed, stating," Techno's being a bitch. Not worth the time waiting for him." And then he left.

You had laughed at the teen's grumpiness towards Techno, but you didnt agree with him.

Techno was worth waiting for.

He always will be.

Taking another sip from your cocoa, you leaned your head against the door, blinking so that you're eyes wouldnt close due to fatigue and tiredness.

The steaming hot cocoa in your hands reminded you of the warm bed you share with Techno. How the fire would crackle and the smell of burning wood and berries filled the home. The blankets were huge and warm and would just consume you and Techno. How he stays up at night to read some history book and tell you about greek mythology.

"Fuck I miss him..." You muttered, your teeth chattering whic prompted you to wrap your blankets closer around you.

"Miss who?"

You jumped at the familiar voice, making you drop your hot cocoa. You looked up at the owner and your lip twitched a little," You're an asshole."

Techno raised an eyebrow down at you, taking off his pig mask to talk to you properly." HEH? What have I done??" He mumbled, silently outraged.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting here?? 5 hours, Techno!! I'm surprised I havent gotten hypothermia yet!" You exclaimed, standing from your spot on the doorstep," You even made me spill my cocoa!!"

Pouting like a child, your boyfriend narrowed his red eyes at you," How is the fact you spilled your cocoa my fault?"

You gave him a,' bitch, really?' Look and it made him reconsider his words.

"Oh wait a minute, I guess that is kinda my fault, huh? Ehhhh, its fiiiiine." He waved a hand dismissively and walked passed you to get into the house, throwing his red Cape off and then placing his items into a chest." So... you missed me, eh? I mean... I would too if I were you but... y'know."

You knew he was fishing for affection or gratitude, but you knew better than that. You were still angry at him.

"Wow, quite the ego on you." You rolled your eyes," and who said it was you that I was missing?"

Techno didnt look at you, he continued placing his items in his chest," Well.... who else would you miss?" He questioned carefully.

"Phil."

He turned to you, staring before shrugging," Yeah, that's pretty valid. I miss him too."

You groaned at his stubborn nature and sat down in a chair, rubbing your temples," You're such a pain." You muttered.

Techno froze at your words, finally sensing your distress. When he had finished putting his items away, he turned to your brooding form, a light frown upon his face. He walked over to you and gulped, his eyebrows furrowing with frustration. He really really wasnt one for comforting others, hes always found it hard to do so. That's what social anxiety does to you.

He placed a hand on your head, petting it lightly and awkwardly." Look.... I'm sorry."

You froze at his words and slowly looked up at him, an expectant look upon your face.

Techno took his hand from your head, prompting to cross his arms instead," I know that you were worried, I shouldve taken that into consideration. But ya need to understand that I'm strong, [Y/N]. You dont need to worry for my safety at all, I can handle myself."

You frowned a little before sighing," You know I worry because I love you." You stated simply, looking down at your shoes.

The male's cheeks heated up a little and he nodded," 'course..." he grumbled bashfully.

Lips twitching into a slight smile, you stood from your chair and grabbed both of his hands gently, intertwining his fingers with yours." Well... I'm glad you're safe... I missed you a lot."

Techno's face only reddened even further as he completely avoided eye contact with you, his palms growing sweaty but refusing to let go of your smaller and softer hands." U-uh... wanna know another reason why you shouldnt worry about me dyin'?" He's trying his best to hide the fact he was embarrassed.

You grinned slightly and leaned a little closer to him," Yeah. Tell me."

He looked deeply into your eyes, his face still flushed. He leaned a little closer to your face, his ruby-red eyes swirling with an emotion you couldnt quite put your finger on.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips as he began to speak, his hot breath hitting your own lips.

"Because Technoblade never dies."

You pulled yourself from him instantly," You just ruined the romantic moment. AGAIN." You stated simply.

He huffed out a laugh at your exclaim," Aww c'mon it was funny! Please tell me I'm funny--"

"You're not funny. I'm going to bed, bye." You then walked away from him, Techno trailed behind you with a shit-eating grin on his lips.

"You know I still have 3 canon lives left as well, right?"

"I am now choosing to no longer understand english." You replied simply.

"Ok, nerd."

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🐏🖤Jschlatt🖤🐏

"The fuck are you up so late for." It was more of a statement than a question.

You looked up at your floating boyfriend in all of his blue sweater and ram-horned glory." You're up late too, dumbass." You shot back, downing another cup of coffee.

"[Y/N]... I'm a fuckin' ghost. You think I need sleep? Use your head woman." He insulted as he floated behind you, peeking over your shoulder to see what you were up too.

You seemed to be writing something in a book, he couldnt really read it though so he leaned onto your back, leaning his chin on your shoulder. His eyes skimmed over the words and he scowled a little.

"What the hell are you s'posed to be writing." He grumbled out.

"It's just a book for the different materials Alex told me to gather." You stated simply, leaning your head against his slightly.

"Good idea. Knowin' you, your dumbass would probably forget." He hummed out," But why waste your time on this when you could be sleeping."

Frowning with furrowed eyebrows, you continued to write in the book," I mean... its Alex. I dont wanna let the guy down, he's the vice president."

"Eh... Whose Alex again? He the one with the flatty patty?"

You buried your face in your hands, holding in a laugh." You're an idiot..." You muttered out, trying to contain your laughter.

"Takes one to know one asshole." Schlatt responded, floating away from you and to your bed. He lay on top of it comfortably," OoOoOoh~ look at how comfortable this fuckin' bed looks [Y/N]~ mm yes, comfy comfy, yes very comfy."

Smiling a little, you turned to him and raised an eyebrow," You sure its comfy?"

He was silent for a moment before he nodded," trust me. You know what they call me?"

You rolled your eyes, sighing slightly,"... what do they call you..."

"The bed master."

"You fucking-" You're sentence cut off as you broke out into a laugh. Schlatt couldnt stop the slight smile from crossing over his lips at successfully cheering you up.

"This is a very comfy bed. You should try it out with me, right now." It was more of a threat than a suggestion.

"How can I trust you though?..."

"Maybe if you try the bed out for yourself you can decide whether it's comfy or not, fuckin' moron."

You stared at him with a deadpan expression before giving in," you make a valid point. You win this argument." Standing from the table, you walked over to your bed and flopped onto it next to Schlatt.

He stared down at you expectantly;" Well? Was I right or was I right?"

You moved around on the bed a little, and sighed," .....It feels like I'm lying on a fucking cloud...." you gave up.

Schlatt shot you a shit-eating grin," Right?? The bed master strikes once again." Then his smile dropped," Dont ever fuckin' question me again."

"Gotcha."

He turned a little in the bed and threw an arm over you, pulling you close to him. You stared up at him with a confused gaze, which made him roll his eyes." Gonna help you sleep." He grunted out.

"Ahhh... Okay." You snuggled a little closer to him." Thank you for existing, Schlatt."

"At least one of us are happy I exist." He deadpanned.

"Hey Schlatt? Did you fall from heaven, cause you look like you fell- wait I messed that up."you silently cursed to yourself.

"You fucking loser."

"Lemme try again... Did you fall from heaven? Cause you look like an angel."

"... That makes no fucking sense. Are you comparing me to Satan then? He was the angel that fell from heaven." He looked slightly offended." I'll have you know that I am a devoted Catholic-"

You deadpanned when he wouldnt accept the pick-up line and gave up,"... You're hot." you stated bluntly.

"I know. Goodnight."

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❤🦆Quackity🦆❤

"Fuuuuck... I'm so fucking tired chat." Alex laughed out slightly, trying his best to contain another yawn. His chat instantly began to complain to him, telling him to hurry up and end the stream then. " aww... you all care so much for me." He fake cried." I dont deserve you guys."

MikeHawk: GO TO BED YOU SMALL MAN

Likywastaken: GO SLEEP ASSHOLE

He snorted at the comment," Wow, are y'all hitting on me orrr? Hit me up." He joked teasingly, a slight grin upon his lips.

The familiar sound of,' Me perdonas' came through his headset, indicating he had received a donation.

Duh_Itz_y/n has donated $4.20

Go the fuck to bed you bitch <3

His eyes lit up at your familiar twitch name and he chuckled lightly." Y/N, my love, you have such a way with words." He stated sarcastically, ignoring how his chat started spamming your name." Thanks for the dono but you literally can just call me on discord, fucking idiot."

And just like that, his discord went off, it made him jump in his gaming chair. He covered it up with a cough and answered the call," Hola hermosa."

"Did you just fucking jump when I called you?"

He sputtered," The fuck??? No. You're tripping."

"YOU DID. You're such a pussy boy."

"Yes, I am a pussy boy because I attract all the puss-"

"Stop talking." You interrupted," Why arent you asleep Alex? I don't know if you knew this buuut, 2 am is usually the time when people should be sleeping." You stated, snarky and teasing.

"If you wanted to get me alone you shouldve just said so, babe." He stated simply, you could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

He heard you laugh from the other side, making his heart flutter in his chest." I wish I was there but Mexico is like hours away." You muttered.

"Why are you awake? You've been going off to me but it's late where you are too."

"It's cause I was watching your shitass stream. I'm such a dedicated girlfriend, arent I? I just love you so much." You laughed out.

"Aww, you're such a simp for me..." Alex pressed a hand to his cheek embarrassingly, mocking that he was flustered." Should I just end the stream now then. I wanna talk to you now."

"Now you're the one wanting to get me alone Hmm?"

"Yeah, at least I can admit it. Looks like you're the pussy here." He spat your words right back at you.

"End the stream."

"Yes ma'am."

"Pfft, and you say you arent a fucking bottom." You teased.

"Y/N, I am still strEAMING-"

#dream smp x you #jschlatt x reader #dream smp x reader #quackity x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #eret x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt x reader

[ipaaciir]

How do I get good grades?

[ID: A banner that reads "Study tips" in all caps in pale green color, with pale yellow background and a geometric pattern in pale green in the corners. End ID].

If there's something I've learned from getting straight A's at school and university is that it's less about what you know and more about what your habits and skills are.

Look, I have this classmate who is always reading advanced books, listening to podcasts, and watching conferences. She knows A LOT. But this adorable person doesn't do homework, when she does, it's late or poorly done. Her comments in class are lacking coherence and her essays are badly referenced. All of this just lower her grades.

So what can she do? How do I get good grades?

[Disclaimer: these tips are based on my own experiences and observations as I study a social science and some of the things that worked for my in high school, I've also helped my classmate but these tips might not apply to you].

1. Strengthen your language four basic skills.

If you study languages you know we have to practice four skills: reading, writing, listening and speaking. Well, it's not very different for your native language. After all, is with language that we're able to communicate, share ideas and knowledge. You know... like, everything we learn at school (and more).

a. Reading: If you don't know a word, underline it, search the meaning and write it at the margin of the text, on a post it, or in your notebook. Underline main ideas and take notes or write a summary. This will help you not only for better understanding or studying, but also to participate during class. If you need to, read out loud and/or try to explain each paragraph. This is helpful for very complex text. Doing a diagram works too!

b. Writing: Learning how to express our ideas in the written form is... weird. I seriously don't understand why on earth we can't write just like we speak. Why do we must write differently? Is it such a crime? (I mean, I know why, I just find it so interesting and funny). Anyway, must teachers' corrections are like "uSe sYnOnYmS", "bReAk YoUr PaRaGrApHs", "cOnNeCt YoUr IdEaS", "aRgUmEnT mOrE", "UsE aPa CiTaTiOn". So, yeah, follow those comments... I'll try to make a post on how to improve your writing.

c. Listening: Pay. Attention. To. Your. Teacher. I know it's hard, I know some people have a lot of difficulties because of ADHD or other learning disabilities. I can't speak for that, but what works for me is to doodle or embroider, sometimes being on Pinterest works too. Just doing something that requires low cognitive effort while I listen to the teacher keeps me on the class without getting lost in my mind. Even if you didn't do the reading, if you listen to your teacher (and classmates) you'll be able to participate.

d. Speaking. I think many people can imagine how frustrating it is to watch a presentation by your classmates and that they just... don't know how to present?? (it's even more frustrating when you know this people want to become teachers). Practice in the mirror, practice with your pet, practice in the shower, practice everyday. Remember the "explain each paragraph from the reading"? Yeah. When you can explain something it means you understand it. So try to explain everything you learn, everything you understand. Even just chatting with your friends, family, about it. This will also help you to participate in class. The other day a friend of mine just randomly shared her screen and started explaining the bacteria that causes tuberculosis to me... I don't know anything about medicine but I still learned a lot because she knows how to lower her knowledge. Practice. Practice 40hrs a day.

2. Organization.

a. Have a schedule. Set alarms for everything if you must. Look, I forget to eat, literally. I focus so much on what I'm doing that I tell my stomach to stop being annoying and he just... listens to me?? He's like "oh, okay, finish what you're doing and when you're done just tell me and we can go to grab some food". So, I set an alarm to eat, to shower, to have dinner, etc.

b. Color code!! Color coding is my best friend since I was in preschool. Assign a color to each subject. My notebooks or folders are classified by color. My schedule has the corresponding colors. My Trello has tags by color. My folders on the cloud and on my computer have colors. This way I don't mess up things.

c. Agenda. Write all of your assignments (with color code if you can) and everything on an agenda, to-do list, calendar, etc. Whatever works for you, but be conscious of all of your assignments. There was a point when I was in high school that I no longer used the agenda. I would write the homework and never look at it again, I just memorized (by accident) all of my assignments. I seriously don't get how no one noticed I had a big problem called anxiety. Before the modern plague I used a regular week by week agenda and it's what best works for me. I switched to a day by day agenda for a while... A nightmare. Fortnight by fortnight... Anxiety trigger. Now I use Trello since I have to do almost everything on digital.

d. Digital files. You must have well organized digital files on the cloud. I use my color code and my folders go like "university -> semester -> subject". I add a folder for each unit when I have many files. So inside "subject" or inside each "unit" folder I have "readings" and "homework". File names go like "1. Author - Title" for readings and "1. Type of homework (aka essay, diagram, synthesis, etc.) - Author/Title".

3. Discipline

If you don't do what you must when you must... It doesn't work, no matter how organized you are or how smart you are. As I said, my classmate learns a lot outside of school but she doesn't do her homework. I read just the absolute necessary (which I know is not ideal) but I have straight A's. To build habits is complicated, it will be hard but not impossible. Doing a bit is better than nothing. But keep doing stuff.

I have this friend who's very smart but procrastinates a lot, and she still gets straight A's. How? She does things when she needs to. Even 4 hours before the due date but she gets things done because she knows don't completing an assignment will lower her grades.

4. I don't want to do this specific assignment

When I don't find the energy or just want to avoid to do a specific assignment or advance on my projects, I... you're gonna call me nerd and you'll be on the right... I do other homework. Specially on finals. I just don't want to do a certain project and I go "well, what else do I have to do... Okay, this seems easy". And there you got me three days before the important due date with all of my homework for the day after done and the important thing just laying there... BUT, it does help!

That's it for now, I hope they help!

#studyblr #study tips #ipaaciir #college tips #school tips

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

Facetimes and screenshots

Where you slept during a FaceTime call with Peter.

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Status: dating

disclaimer: slight language and the bedroom I imagined was the one in homecoming

Peter's POV

"Yeah so tell me about your day, Pete" I heard my girlfriend ask me, smiling at me adoringly yet tiredly, a yawn escaped her lips. she was on her bed seconds away from going to sleep, I can tell. She just told me how exhausted she was from studying for her physics quiz. I told her I could come and help her out but her parents/guardians wouldn't allow me to come this late.

I finally sat on my desk chair playing video games after hours of studying with y/n on the phone.

"Well, I've been drowned with a lot of homework and assignments but thankfully I finished most of them, I'll do the Spanish homework tomorrow since it's due next week" I spoke looking at her every once in a while to see when she'll finally give in and give her body some rest.

"Baby you should go rest, we've been studying for a while and who knows maybe you studied before that as well" I tried to convince her.

"No no I wanna listen to you rant about Mr Walesmith and his sticky papers" she giggled, remembering the first time I complained about Mr Walesmith's sticky papers.

I snorted at the memory, still disgusted by the way but what can I do? Thank god I only have history twice a week.

"Well- oh shit wait, flash is being an idiot again" my attention got back to the PC infront of me

"What's new?" Her voice echoed through the phone

"I love you" I laughed clicking the buttons extra hard to fix flash's mistake

"I love you too" she yawned her cute smile never leaving her face.

"I bet if I was beside you right now, you'd sleep like a baby" I stated finally looking at my phone to see her precious y/e/c orbs shining from the screen.

"I'm not even gonna deny that it's like you have a spell or something"

"What can I say? I am very cuddle-able" I shrugged

"That's not a word" she laughed. "You still did not talk to me about you're dayyy" her voice echoed through again singing the last part of her sentence.

"And you're supposed to sleeeeeeep" I replied with the same tone but eventually gave in.

"well, I blew up the lab again, surprise surprise. But Mr Stark forgave me since I helped them with the formula...before it exploded anyways. Thor wanted me to teach him how to play Apex and I agreed so he could play with me right now but he fucked everything up and somehow managed to get his hammer smashed on the screen, Bucky and sam were a pain in the ass blaming me for every single thing that went wrong today, but I got them back and managed to book the tv this Friday so we can watch whatever we wa-" I looked at my phone again making sure that my girlfriend is alive since I didn't hear anything from her and at the same time i looked at the glowing screen I heard a small snore.

Her breathing got heavier due to finally letting her body rest and she cuddled up the pillow beside her mumbling incoherent words then smiling, I looked at her confused wishing I knew what she was dreaming at that time. The game was long forgotten all my attention was on the little gleaming screen infront of me. She smiled some more snuggling her pillow even further.

I honestly never thought I could get jealous of a pillow...yet here i was. I looked at her peaceful face, admiring every bit of her features. Her cheeks getting squashed by her pillow, the little baby hairs that fell to frame her gorgeous face, the my oversized white hoodie that made her look like a cloud, she was perfect.

not to be creepy or anything, I had to take a couple of screenshots...just a little. By a little I mean over 20 screenshots since she keeps smiling all the time and I obviously couldn't stop smiling, you can tell by the screenshots. I was smiling in all of 'em. And I was still confused by that. After i finished my little photoshoot session I turned around to finish my game.

Everybody kept yelling at me for suddenly stopping but I had to, it's y/n we're talking about. they let it slide anyways, since ive always saved their asses. And 10 minutes later, the game was done. I turned off my PC, changed into more comfy clothes and organized my room a bit.

I did all that with y/n still on the line, peacefully sleeping. I took my phone and quietly climbed the bed since I didn't wanna wake her up, and just admired her face for a couple minutes, over and over again thinking how lucky I was to have such an amazing girl in my life.

"Goodnight baby" I whispered not expecting a reply in return... but I got one. She snuggled into her pillow even more.

"Goodnight Peter" her voice has never been softer, her smile has never been purer. "I love you" she, surprisingly, said, still sleeping. I widened my eyes, my mouth opening in awe.

"I love you too" and after that I simply couldn't end the call, I kept my phone propped on the wall in my right since my bed was beside the wall, closed my eyes and slept by the sound of my girlfriends soft breathing.

#spiderman #peter parker x fem #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker fluff #mcu #marvel #sony pictures #imagines #peter parker x reader #fluff #peter #parker

[gooseking]

I'm just gonna ramble for a minute so read if you'd like

So Maddie's tooth got broken (not sure if I mentioned it on here) and she may have to have surgery (Maddie is my emotional support cat if you don't know). So that's fun. I've been keeping a close eye on it and feeding her wet food so that she's not in a whole lot of pain. She seems to be doing fine, but I'm still taking her to the vet once I'm back home. Hopefully it won't cost a lot to cover her (best case scenario is the tooth heals itself and I just have to pay the $40-$45 visit fee).

Then as I'm stressed about that, I'm also stressed about the end of the school year. So I have ADD and have to have lists/plans or nothing gets done unless it's a rare spontaneous moment of motivation. I just sat here for 30 minutes to an hour, writing down the rest of the due dates and assignments for the classes that I know the assignment schedule for in my planner. There's not a lot left. And for my 3D class, I have a failing grade because I turned in an assignment not done. Now I can revise it and turn it back in at the end of the semester and I plan on doing that because I HAVE to. I got onto the president's list for last semester (which you have to have a semester GPA of 3.8 or higher to get), and I know that if I don't continue to get it, my family will chew my ass out. I've proved that I can indeed achieve good grades, and if I falter, they'll think that I'm not taking college seriously.

I can't tell y'all how much I've been trying in college. I've stayed up until 4 am trying to finish projects. I've stressed about not understanding something in math. I've spent countless hours reading the texts. I've read and reread critiques left by my teachers. I've spent hours staring at my art pieces, nit picking it and trying to perfect it before critiques. I've worked ahead of schedule through the week just so that I have the weekend to focus on another project. It's hard and it's work, but all I'm hoping is that it pays off.

Don't get me wrong, I'm having an amazing time in college. I'm just tired. It's pretty much nonstop. I get up, go to class, work, go to my other class, go back to the dorm, work on homework, maybe watch some YouTube and if I'm lucky, play some video games. On the weekends, I'm usually working on 3D projects or any of my online stuff I wasn't able to get done through the week. If I'm not doing that, I'm cleaning the dorm, doing chores, or walking to Target for groceries. If I do end up having a day where I get to do nothing, I feel bad about not being productive.

#yeah busy is an understatement for how I've been for the past few weeks #it doesn't help that my mental heath took a huge drop a few weeks ago and I'm still recovering from it #damn I just want a break #I love school but I can't wait for the summer

[meg2md]

Wow I look so old and tired. Hello almost-30s.

so im THRILLED about M4 but gotta get through this last block, which is IM -> Step 2 CK. At least it's not peds. I've liked every rotation so far but I HATED peds. The teams were supportive, the hours were nice, but guys. I'm NOT a pediatrician. I hated all six weeks. jeez. existential DREAD every single day. I just do not care about the kiddos. At. All.

At least IM is adults, even it's gonna be endless rounding. and it means I gotta catch up on all these IM Anki reviews. I've basically been doing only peds cards for peds, only Ob cards for Ob, etc to help me get through shelf. But WOW there are a LOT of IM cards that overlap with my other rotations. I also did some IM cards over break. Anyway yikes. And I think I have over 1,000 UWorld questions. And I'd like to watch OME cuz I struggle with big, overarching concepts?? SO that's like 30 qs/day and 40 min of OME/day. HA.

oh also I get the minimum number of weekends off because of how things worked out. So I have two 14-day stretches on IM. IT'S FINE MED SCHOOL IS GREAT.

I continue to procrastinate by working on other things for residency and my ECs. I'm working on some curriculum reform for our school, doing presentations for high schoolers on mental illness, volunteering on free weekends, and desperately trying to get my shit together for ERAS. I'm reading this 600+ page book on how to be a competitive applicant. I know exactly which residency program I want to go to and wow I've never been a gunner in my life but I'm trying SO HARD to slide into their DMs. It's in the city I went to college where my BF (soon-to-be-fiance) is a surg resident. But it's also a decently competitive residency program overall.

EVERYTHING'S UNDER CONTROL

I guess I also need to figure out three noteworthy characteristics for my MSPE??? Our school has assigned us this project. I'm still alive, does that count? I have a stupid sense of humor but I make myself laugh. I'm loud. Lol.

Also I snuck into the top half of the class with my ob/gyn grade (HIGHEST GRADE SO FAR!) but now I feel pressured to stay there which is hard because peds was a motivation disaster just because i hated it so much and now i'm on my last rotation so M3 exhaustion is just so real

but like I'm also motivated to do well on Step 2 to help make me more competitive for this residency program and having IM last is a good choice to prep for that, I think. I take step about a month after IM finishes. And guys I'm SO SO SO pumped for my M4 schedule. I got every class I wanted. I will probably try to do an away but even if I don't, I'm super happy with how things turned out

SO WE'LL SEE. gotta go finish the three billion peds assignments i didnt do until after shelf that are due sunday at midnight.

send coffee. and have the will to exist on standby. i will probably study for like 2 hrs then binge my handmaid's tale rewatch on hulu

#medblr #medical school #step 2 ck #gradblr #step 2

[topherfoxtrot]

Resilience

Here's the third part of my thunderbolts au. Emil Blonsky scaped his long imprisonment but he didn't went after the Hulk. Where did he go? The answer is bellow the cut. There's an original character here too. I'm not kin of OCs but I didn't find any character who would fit the role I wanted. Said oc will only be a part of this episode so consider it a special guest appearance. I've realized I've been writing more and more with each installment. Sorry about that, I'm getting more comfortable with the whole precess and I like to challenge myself. Continuing the trend, this chapter has a widely different vibe from the previous ones. As usual if you enjoyed please like, share or comment something.

Episode one

Episode two

Emil woke up from a nightmare. It was a fight. From as long as he could remember all Emil did was fight. Now even when he's not awake he's still fighting. He sat on the bed breathing heavily. Wait, where am I? He thought.

"You must be confused." A female voice was heard nearby.

Emil looked around looking for it. The cabin was small. The bedroom, the living room and the kitchen were all occupying the same space. There were two doors, one of them was probably for the bathroom. The woman was sitting at the kitchen table. She dressed a knitted sweater and rabbit slippers.

"My name is Charlie Reznik." She pointed at the soup, "Are you hungry?"

"Where am I?"

"Alaska. Three hours driving from Barrow."

Emil sat on the bed. He was naked. He covered himself with the blankets not for modesty but because they were warm.

"You weren't using any clothes when I found you and you don't seem like the kind of person who would wear my clothes. I hope the blankets kept you warm."

"Found me?"

"Yeah. You were screaming a lot. And throwing trees around." Charlie chuckled, "Eventually you got tired and just fell asleep right where you were. I was thinking about calling the police or something but when you started to shrink I decided to bring you here."

Suddenly Emil looked at himself realizing he did indeed shrink. He didn't look like that anymore. Still, the bones in his hands and abdomen were more prominent than they should be. He took his hands to his back to feel his spine was also prominent. That made him think of the super soldier serum, of the Hulk and of the prison he just scaped.

"I need to contact someone." Emil got up only to fall on the ground.

"Are you okay?" Charlie approached him with caution.

"I think I'll have the soap first actually." Emil muttered realizing how weak his body was.

***

The soup made with vegetables reminded Emil of his childhood in Russia. He had almost no recollection of those few years before he moved to England. He mostly remembered the cold and his mother's soap.

"I need to ask you but.. it's gonna sound weird." Emil was at the table tangled with the blankets, "What year is this?"

Charlie looked him in the eyes to decide if he was being serious or not. Emil didn't flinch so nor did Charlie, "It's 2023."

Emil pressed his lips and started to breath heavily. He was sleeping this whole time. They kept him asleep without ever giving him a chance to explain himself. No consent and no agency.

"No one has heard anything about you since 2008 Mr Blonsky and now you show up in the middle of the forest not knowing the year?" Charlie seemed genuinely curious.

"You know me?"

"I didn't recognize you at first. There isn't much footage from big you. But the sketch from witnesses matched pretty well. They call you the Abomination."

"Abomination?" Emil suddenly smashed the wooden table with enough strength to crack it. Charlie quickly moved her left hard to somewhere under the table. They locked eyes. For the first time Charlie didn't seem warm and inviting but rather fierce and absolutely ready to react. Emil closed his eyes a bit before recomposing himself.

"I'm sorry."

"I also think the name is impolite." Charlie brought her hand back, "But no one knew anything about you except you were military assigned to find Bruce Banner. I had to make some phone calls and turns out my guess was right! You are indeed in the accords database. Quite high level threat.

"What accords?"

"Alright." Charlie put her hair behind her ears, "I need you to be honest with me Mr Blonsky. What's the last thing you remember?"

So he said. He fought the hulk on Harlem, fell unconscious and woke up in Alaska. Charlie brought a computer from a big bag under the bed and put it on the table in a way that both of them could see it.

"The world changed a lot since 2008 Mr Blonsky. Put on your seatbelts."

Charlie then gave him a contemporary history class the best way she could while showing videos and pictures whenever she felt necessary. She talked about the avengers assembling in 2012 to stop an alien invasion caused by a norse god. She talked about the genocidal robot destroying a whole country in 2015. She talked about Wanda Maximoff killing those people back in 2016. She talked about the Sokovia accords and how that made the avengers disassemble. She talked about Wakanda opening up to the rest of the world. She talked about the avengers coming together again to fight yet another alien invasion. She talked about the snap and the chaotic years that followed. She talked about the blip and the even more chaotic year that followed it. Emil listened to everything in silence. It was a lot but he was smart.

"They put me to sleep for fifteen years." He whispered.

"I'm so sorry about that. It's unfair."

Emil had finished his soup but he stayed exactly where he was. Thinking about everything.

"I became strong. I became as strong as I could and still... they defeated me with bed time."

"You're being unfair."

"How come?"

"I don't think strength is really what you think it is."

"How would you know?"

Emil looked at Charlie's small stature with unconscious disdain. She picked on that and wore her fierce eyes again.

"With all due the respect Mr Blonsky..." It was possibly to hear the rage under her words, "You have no idea how strong I am. Thanos snapped my whole family! I wasn't even at home when it happened. Do you have any idea how much strength I needed to gather to simply get up every morning? I may not have big muscles like you -in fact no one does Mr Blonsky - but guess what? You could not have went through what I did. I'm sure of it!"

Emil got up aggressively and so did Charlie.

"You're really pulling the trauma card?"

"Wanna compete?"

"I think I do." He showed his teeth.

Charlie walked across the cabin stepping heavely. She sat on the bed. "Enlighten me."

The challenge got Emil off guard. He hesitated.

"I don't need to tell you anything."

"Of course you don't. If you tell me how traumatized you are, I'll tell you how traumatized I am. Then you will have to admit that none of it gives you permission to do the shitty things you did!"

The cabin merged in silence. Outside there was nothing but the cold wind running through the trees.

"I know your type." Charlie continued, a little calmer now, "Though childhood huh? No perspective of a future so you joined the military. Felt good to explode some heads didn't it? It felt powerful."

Emil remained in silence. He still looked mad, but remained in silence. Charlie went to the kitchen and grabbed a photograph from one of the drawers. She gave it to Emil.

"You're military." Emil studied the photo of Charlie and other soldiers smiling inside a tent.

"Used to be. Came back in 2019. The welcoming party wasn't exactly a party as you can imagine. My house was empty. As I said both my parents and my little brother got snapped. That's when I found this cabin."

"It's not yours?"

"Nah. I don't know who it belongs to actually. It was a cold night and I was just driving aimless. I don't know why exactly. Everything just seemed so meaningless back then. I felt weak."

Emil put the photograph on the table and they both locked eyes again. Not with anger this time though.

"It's cold but it's isolated enough. I could cry and scream as much as I wanted without anyone knowing. And did I need to scream! Scream at Thanos, scream at my parents, scream at myself. A part of me wish it could've been me, y'know? Trust me I would give my life for theirs in the blink of an eye! Yet, here I was."

Charlie sat at the table again. The temperature of the cabin went from 20°C to 40°C and then to 20°C again. Emil felt sorry about the table but most importantly he felt sorry for making Charlie mad.

"There's no much to say." He started, "Though childhood. No perspective. Joined the military. After everything I've seen, being strong is honestly the only option. It's survival."

"I get it. I really do. But strength is not on your muscles."

"Don't come with this heartfelt bullshit."

"It's not." Charlie chuckled, "Trust me I won't fall for that bullshit either. It's something else."

She got up and grabbed an old book from the shelf near the bed.

"All those things were already here when I got here for the first time. There was water, gas, energy, the bed, the blankets. It's like whoever lived here had just left. I've known this place for couple more than three years now. No one is ever here except me, yet the feeling never goes away."

The old book was covered with leather.

"Self help book?" Emil asked.

"In a way." Charlie tilted her head, "This book is about the universe. But not like a scientific encyclopedia. This book is about the whole universe, about the energy that comes from different parts of the multiverse and how to harvest and manipulate them. Essencially, magic!"

"Alright it's a self help book. Magic is not real."

"I was honestly hoping you would say that." Charlie smiled, "Check this out!"

Charlie put her hands in front of her and took a deep breath in order to focus. She moved her hands vertically and a orange string appeared from thin air. Charlie's hands drew a circle in the air and the string curved itself in a circumference. Charlie closed her hands as if grabbing something and with another gesture polygonal forms started to draw themselves in the magic circle. Charlie snapped her fingers with both hands and the whole thing started to spin like a magical ferris wheel.

"You discovered magic!" Emil whispered.

"Of course I didn't! People have been studying that for a long time. I just happened to find a weird book." The magical strings disappeared as Charlie stopped focusing so much on them, "You know when you are depressed so you set a simple goal just to give yourself a little achievement?"

"No, actually. But that's seems like solid advice."

"It is!" Charlie chuckled, "Anyways I read this whole book in like two days and I didn't understand shit. But I was super interested and started to dig the internet and beyond for anything related to all the weird concepts I found. I read the book more two of three times after that. Each time I learned something different and gained a new perspective over myself and the universe around me."

"So it is a self help book!" Emil laughed.

"As I said, it is but in a weird way. I mean look around. There's aliens and gods and the multiverse. When you think of all of it don't your problems seem way smaller?"

"I'm not sure."

"Here's how it's gonna be. I go to Barrow buy you some clothes and you think about everything I just said." She grabbed a jacket and wore boots, "But you have to pay me back alright? Otherwise I'm gonna hunt you and I'll find you. Remember: I know magic!"

"Okay, that's fair!"

Charlie grabbed a ring with slot for two fingers in a kitchen drawer. "That was one of the things I found here. Magic becomes weirdly intuitive once you learn some basics."

She made that focused face again and started to draw circles in the air with her right hand. The air in the middle of the cabin heated up and started to sparkle. An orange circle (much like the one she conjured with the hand gestures) appeared but in the middle of it was possible to see an alley.

"What is this?" Emil was shocked.

"Fast travel!" Charlie winked before passing through. The portal was gone as soon as she was gone and Emil found himself alone in the cabin.

***

There was a small mirror in the bathroom. Alone, he could check his own body for the first time. His face looked pretty much the same, he hadn't aged one day in the past fifteen years. Besides his hands and shoulders and spine, his elbows were also abnormally prominent. Was he the Abomination after all?

The power felt good, he remembered. Felt god-like. But the cost was too high. Emil became too dangerous and lost control over his own life for more than a decade. He wanted to blame Ross and Banner but would it be even fair? Emil was the one who accepted to take the serum in the first place. He actually pointed a gun at that scientist. He begged to become as strong as the Hulk is.

Emil left the house still covered in blankets. The cold snow made his feet burn but no enough to bother him. He was strong after all. Or maybe he enjoyed the pain in a sick way of reinforcing his own superiority belief. An orange portal opened nearby after a while.

"Aren't you feeling cold?" Charlie asked coming with a bag of clothes.

"A little."

"Come. See if any of those fit you. They're from the local thrift shop by the way."

"I've wore worse."

Charlie bought a simple jeans, two shirts, a flannel and boots. Really simple stuff just to protect Emil from the cold. It fit well.

"Thank you." He said.

"You're in debt, Mr Blonsky. Don't you forget that."

"You know magic." He chuckled, "I can't allow myself to have you as an enemy Ms Reznik."

They both laughed. Charlie sat at the table and started to type something on the computer.

"The feds are all over town." Charlie commented, "They're looking for you."

"Listen," he said, "I need to ask you a favor but first can I go for a walk?

***

Emil took a deep breath before jumping as high as he could. He could not see above the tall trees so he jumped again but grabbed one of the trees this time. Even with his bare hards, the wood bowed to his will. He kept climbing until he got to the highest part of the tree. From up there he could see the whole forest, including the trees he threw around the day before.

He jumped to the ground again. The snow splattered around him. His hands and knees started to bleed but he didn't care because he would break soon enough. He felt powerful and smiled without realizing it. Not a happy smile, bur rather a challenging one. Hey jumped a little before running in the direction of the destruction he caused. He started slow (more like jogging actually) but quickly escalated to marathon running and super human running. The cold wind cut his face like knifes but he didn't care. He just kept going faster.

When he finally reached the glade he jumped again. Even higher this time. When he landed his feet felt bigger. Breathing heavily he looked at his own hands and realized they were indeed getting bigger and muscled. Without wasting any breath he took off all his clothes and started running again. The cold started to bother him less and less as his body grew in size.

He started to scream so he could liberate his anger. He jumped high and landed with his fists causing the ground to crack bellow him. Emil grabbed a fallen tree and threw it to the air. He picked big boulders and threw them around at will. In the middle of the chaos he also started laughing. He was strong. He could destroy anything he wanted. He was as strong as he could be.

When Emil finally felt satisfied with his own display of power, he grabbed the trees and rearranged them back into the ground as best as he could. He picked the boulders and put them back where they were. So when the glade resembled the glade it once was, Emil sat on the ground next to his new clothes.

He started to think about everything Charlie said. Yes, he was big and could destroy everything is his way. But there were gods and aliens and robots and uncontable planets and entities across the universe. He was big and strong but he was also small and weak.

His strength though wasn't on his muscles but on his ability to survive. He survived his childhood, he survived the military and he survived the Hulk. Just like Charlie survived the snap and the aftermath. Like Charlie found new meaning in magic so could Emil find new paths to follow.

"I'm big and I'm small. I'm strong and I'm weak. I'm still here." Emil whispered to himself.

His body started to shrink calmly. Once he achieved regular size he wore his clothes and walked towards the cabin. Charlie smiled when he entered.

"Had fun?" She heard the screams obviously.

"Yeah actually. Thanks for everything."

"No problem. Remember, you're still in debt! So what favor do you need?"

"I need a portal but I also need an address. I believe you can find the person I'm looking for in the Sokovia accords database."

"Hm alright. What's the name?"

"Ava Starr."

#emil blonsky #thunderbolts #FoxtrotFanfic