#and your friend put 'mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell' so you wrote 'the powehouse in the cell is the mitochondria'

[fictionismyreality3]

Hiiiiii I'm SO SO SO MADLY IN LOVE with your Stalker!Jason fic, the way you wrote it was just UGH TAKE ME (sure did put me to some quality sleep there).

I was hoping if you would write about Classmate!Jason (n kinda stalk-ish) where he is protective n stuff towards reader (much like sunshine x grumpy trope)

Love love loveeeeee your writing🖤🖤🖤

-🦇anon-

Make You Pay

Jason Todd x Reader

You’re my second emoji anon and as such I have adopted you and will not take no for an answer 😇

Tags: classmate!jason, stalker!jason, possessive!jason, jealous!jason, angry!jason, innocent!reader if you look really hard

Warnings: allusions to violence, motorcycles, stalking

Notes: no hate to surfer dudes ☮️

Your pencil hit repeatedly on the dark wood of the desk, sending little taps echoing throughout the otherwise quiet library. You had an exam in two weeks and were already struggling through the study material your professor provided for you. Passing this class seemed like a mile away. How the hell were you going to pass your biology final if the only thing you remembered was that mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell?

The only thing keeping you going at this point was picturing the cute faces of the puppies, kittens and other animals you’d get to help once you’d graduated. Using the last of your willpower, you moved on to the next slide deck, only for your laptop to give out on you, the screen going black. As if your day couldn’t get any worse.

“Hey, baby, come take a break from studying.”

Okay, maybe you spoke a little too soon.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the curly, blonde headed figure of Holden coming your way, a sneer on his face. Despite the fact that your skin was crawling from the pet name, you began to hastily pack up your stuff, pretending not to see him.

It wasn’t that you were the type of girl to be complacent with poor intentioned men, but Holden had obviously taken your first day of class friendless a little too close to his heart.

“C’mon, baby. I know you see me.” He said, his words with an undertone of slimy sarcasm.

Sighing to yourself, you shoved the last of your papers into your bag and turned to face him, plastering a smile on your face as you began walking to the library exit.

“Sorry, I really have to go, my friends are waiting for me.” You said politely.

Making a beeline for the exit, you glanced back at Holden, hoping he didn’t follow you, and bumped into someone, your book bag scattering across the floor.

Big, calloused hands filled your field of view, handing you your books as you frantically gathered your things. Your gaze was met with the blue-green eyes of Jason Todd.

He wasn’t someone you knew very well, usually sitting in the back of the lecture halls where you preferred the front, but you’d seen him riding around campus on his motorcycle. From the limited interaction you did have with him, his lips always seemed to be pressed in a thin line of annoyance, or pulled down in a soft frown. So, you always tried your best to cheer him up, but the most you’d ever earned was a little snicker after a ridiculously bad joke.

You wondered why he had so much to frown about.

Before now, Jason hadn’t taken much notice of you, the bubbly girl who seemed to constantly radiate some level of happiness. At most he found you less annoying than then rest of the people on campus. Maybe it was because you looked so startled, innocently glancing between him and that blonde dickhead who was constantly on your ass. Maybe it was how he noticed your hands were so much smaller than his, brushing against his skin as he handed you your notebook.

Maybe it was because you were on your hands and knees, but Jay suddenly noticed the pretty colour of your hair, and the way your clothes reflected your sunny personality. Your eyes were a little more captivating and he found himself wanting to reach out and run his thumb along your bottom lip.

He also wanted to break the nose of that surfer looking idiot who was still talking.

“Here, don’t let ‘em bother you, sweetheart.” Helping you up, Jason ushered you to continue to wherever you were going. “Thank you?” You mumbled confused, the pet name hugging you like a warm blanket.

As you were practically pushed out the library doors, you looked back to see Jason exchanging words with Holden, who was getting more and more disagreeable. You were never the type to get involved in trouble, so you quickly turned on your heel and walked away.

When he was done with asshole Henry.. Harry? Jason didn’t care, he made his way to his bike, pulling out his phone and opening up an app, technology courtesy of Bruce. He wanted to make sure you got back to the dorms safely, and the tracker he’d slipped in your book bag would ensure that.

It wasn’t anything sinister, Jason just knew now that he had found something far too precious for this world, something that was too sweet and gentle to take care of itself. That’s okay.

He would take care of you now.

You saw Jason again a few days later. Holden didn’t show up to class that week, and nobody commented on Jay’s bloody knuckles.

#oneshot #jason todd #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

i feel so called out by the commuter student who can't drive bc even though i can my anxiety refuses to let me drive on the highways 🙃

Let the all kill begin, just to condense things (and reduce the post spam lmfao I'll put screenshots here AHAHA

Anyway no yeah, Rose, like I be telling everyone if you're not going to live on campus you have to get your license because I mean it when I say you almost can't do shit without it esp cuz clubs meet after classes end. Like, I couldn't actually drive to uni until I was in my junior year and even then since I was new I feared for my life that first year!

Honestly a slight TMI but I remember at the time when my parents told me that I was in middle school. My best friend at the time just came out as bisexual and our parents were close, so her parents would tell mine that they were hoping it was just a phase (it wasn't) and also at that time I think anti-lgbtqia+ tensions were so high where we lived so when my mom told me that, of course, at the time I felt so betrayed by her because she had various family members in the community. But looking back at it in hindsight, I get it. If I was her, I don't know how I'd protect my young child, who was barely entering her teens, from a society that already hated who she was because she was a racial minority.

When I finally came out to my mom like a few months ago she straight up told me she wasn't surprised because of my fashion choices LMFAO Converse, Skinny Jeans, and Flannels (so many of them)

NO BECAUSE LIKE one of the things I was going for was to accentuate OC's relationship with Somi by making her relationship with her parents so tense. Everyone talks about car ride convos, but the tension between OC and her dad in that scene was my attempt at some narrative to kinda sorta ostracize her from her parents. And true to life, I can't tell my dad anything LMFAO

You think you know them and suddenly you find out the Mitochondria isn't just the powerhouse of the freaking cell

Me getting blackout drunk and/or fucking railed at parties while my parents tell everyone how studious I am 🤩

do as i say and not as i do

NO CUZ I WATCHED TOY STORY AND SUDDENLY I COULDN'T GIVE UP ANY OF MY TOYS toy story 3 fucked me up fr fr

ALSO NO DONT APOLOGIZE I LOVE INBOX SPAM speaking of you dropped a few things while i was gone i should go binge those soon 👀

Dude NO studying gets done in those rooms my most vivid memory was me explaining how tf dp works to my friends who both (a) asked and (b) didn't get the concept for some reason-

Then we trauma dump about past relationships it's perfect-

NO REST FOR THE WICKED DFJSHDFJHDF like just call them exams at that point. They're not a midterm if they're multiple of them 😭

I used to say fucking anything to get my motivation up before the exam HAAHAHAHA

It's true, the trauma bonding really helps too

Had to tie it in somehow. Another TMI but I gave mine away recently, I had like this weird manic depressive episode so I buried it in a box we were going to send off to GoodWill. Not to be dramatic, but it hurt looking at it.

You're welcome, love, I sobbed too-

But fr though I meant it when I say I went through a ride writing this fic, and there's just so much more that we did together, me and the girl I based this off of, that I left out that I almost feel like how I wrote her here didn't do her justice. But like, it's fine. (me crying at god awful hours in the morning)

#asks #rose 🌱 #and that's okay #and that's okay spoilers #spoilers

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

#took these screenshots the other day but lost all the links to source em bc of how much shit is on my clipboard atm #so i will try my best to find these again later and add them;;; i apologize 😭🙏🏻 #l'hôtel.coderealize #code realize #aerin.jpg #my post 📫 #kept all of the usernames and even the subreddit in there though so thankfully shouldn't be too hard to find again;; i hope lol #actually found all these posts bc i was looking up a seiyuu and ran into memes instead hahahaha #someone just sounded too familiar but its so hard to find their credentials in otome va work sometimes compared to animes & stuff hhdjfj :(( #herlock sholmes by far has to be the funniest fucking name ive ever heard though #like the bare minimum of 'hey you can copy my hw but just dont make it too obvious okay' #and your friend put 'mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell' so you wrote 'the powehouse in the cell is the mitochondria' #even though the answer was probably something like mississippi or -54 ...but at least you guys didn't make it too obvious! ....right? #aerin.tagspeak #🎵 not a small town girl / dreamin of lupin arsène <3 🎵 #oh and fran too bc i absolutely most certainly fell in love with him while watching the anime... but anyway uvu♡

[amesstm]

around finals

Characters: the Miya Twins, Iwa-Chan, Suna, Bokuto, Kageyama

A/N: In celebration of my finals coming up in less than a month! Three this semester and gonna take four next semester LET’S GOOOO… to my grave ;-;

✨Osamu✨ is convinced that you’ll do better between the two of you. After all, you were in advanced classes and he only aspired to be a chef at his own restaurant. If anything, you passing your finals held the most immediate importance. He knows that around exam season, you often forget to eat or pack your own meals. So, he insists that you take the bento boxes he makes for you. Sure, he already gave you pastries or onigiri but these bento boxes were completely personalized for you. He even made sure to add in your favorite sweets when you have an exam that day. For your chem exam, he wrote a little note: Remember, mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell! :3

✨Atsumu✨ feels like he will bother you a lot if he’s around for exams. You two were in different classes, so it’s not like he could’ve helped you anyway. Instead of distracting you with his overwhelming presence, he chose to silently watch you study from across the room. “‘Tsumu, why are you so far away?” You pouted, reaching your arms out towards him in a “gimme” fashion. “I don’t wanna distract ya,” your boyfriend said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, still not wanting to distract you even though his efforts had already failed. “It’s not my fault that I can’t help but pay attention to ya,” you replied, with an accidental flirtatious undertone that made your boyfriend’s face red and legs crumble. “J-just, study!”

✨Iwaizumi✨ calmly studies beside you, but sometimes checks over his shoulder to make sure that Oikawa wouldn’t bother you two. After all, the notorious setter has interrupted once with his entourage of fan girls close behind. Like an efficient coach, Iwaizumi notices where your problems are and instructs you on better studying techniques. No one really knows this about him, but he enjoys listening to Animal Crossing music when he studies because it’s relaxing and makes him actually look forward to studying. The first time he played it with you, he threatened, “You better not tell anyone about this, or consider yourself Oikawa.”

✨Suna✨ doesn’t study. He doesn’t like to study. But he likes you. Think of him as a cat that just lays there, occasionally looking - no, staring - at you when you study. If you’re not using your non-dominant hand, he likes to hold it or play with your fingertips. If you’re not in public and just laying on your bed and reading your textbook, he will absolutely put his head on your lap. “I didn’t know I was dating a cat,” you joked once when he fell asleep on your stomach. Then, it settled in that you couldn’t move. Because this cat was bigger and harder to move under. And you needed to use the restroom after studying for an hour straight.

✨Bokuto✨ doesn’t understand why your finals demand so much time. He still respects your wishes to study in a quiet atmosphere, so he stands guard around your table in the library. He makes a show of marching back and forth sometimes, like a Queen’s Guard changing shifts but it’s just replaced by himself over and over again. “Hey!” He barks at your friends trying to talk to you. “Don’t interrupt Y/N! They’re studying!” You only internally sigh and send an apologetic face to your friends before looking to your guard, “Love, do you mind getting me some boba?” He nods vigorously and skips off, finally allowing your friends to sit with you and study.

✨Kageyama✨ is hopeless as the finals slowly creep up on him. How could such a smart cookie like you be with such an academically-challenged person like him? The book couldn’t keep his attention because his eyes would always drift up to look at you instead of whatever English grammar chart you ordered him to review. “Do you need something, Tobi?” Did he not notice that he was caught staring? “Uh,” he swallowed his pride. “What’s the difference between who and whom?” You only smiled kindly and gave a short explanation. So, this is why he loved you so much. No matter how dumb he thought he was, you never treated him as such.

©amesstm on tumblr // pls do not plagiarize, steal, or repost my content w/o permission!! BUT likes & reblogs are highly appreciated :)

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #osamu x reader #atsumu x reader #iwa chan #iwaizumi x y/n #suna rintaro x y/n #haikyuu koutarou #tobio x y/n #hq tobio #koutarou x reader #osamu fluff #atsumu miya #iwaizumi x reader #suna rintaro fluff #tobio x reader #tobio fluff #miya twins #miya osamu

[missmorosis]

Study Session

@appa-gaangnam-style​ asked:

hello hello it is i lj again im thinking L from the fluff prompt list thingy the lockscreen one with sokka (i love my boi) lmao anywho no pressure to do obvi! and can you add me to your taglist for your writing for atla please and can you tag me in this too coz TAGS ARE BEING WEIRD AGAIN FOR ME thank you! i love you dont forget to hydrate and eat!

L: “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

HI LJ!! ILYYYYY!! DON’T FORGET TO HYDRATE AND EAT EITHER!!

ALSO yesss i will tag you in my atla stuff from now on!! dude im so happy you like my writing 🥺💖

this is such a cute prompt alskjdflksadjf

i wrote all of this at 1am hehe~ sorry it's so short!!

Pairing: Sokka x Reader

Warnings: nothing :D

Word count: 400

Y/N had been studying for the last week, working hard to end the semester strong. Her best friend, Sokka, had come over to study for their final exams together, and they worked in silence for a couple hours. There was the occasional joke and banter, but for the most part, they were completely focused on their studies.

It had been a long time, and Y/N was just so tired. It was some time in the middle of the night, and outside, the sky was dark. Sighing, she kept reading, but the words seemed to blur together.

Mito- Her eyes closed on their own, eyelids heavy, but she forced them to open.

Mitochondria is the powerho- She slumped onto her textbook.

"Y/N, wake up." Sokka was rapidly hitting her arm. She had fallen asleep. She groaned and lifted her head back up. Yawning, she continued reading from where she left off.

The both of them kept drifting in and out of sleep. She could hardly keep her eyes open. Ugh, what time is it? She reached for Sokka's phone to check. Wait wha-

"Am- am I your lockscreen?" She felt fully awake when she saw her face on his phone lockscreen, a blush creeping onto her face. The picture was from a vacation that they went on last year, and she had asked Sokka to take a photo of her and send it to her. He kept it on his phone? And he made it his lockscreen?

It lit up the room, but it quickly became dark again as Sokka instantly reached to shut his phone off when she commented on it.

"You weren’t supposed to see that." He smiled sheepishly, with a brilliant shade of red all over his face. His body tensed and he got a bit shy, which made Y/N burst into laughter at the change of character.

"You dork," she laughed, and he laughed nervously in return. She went to settings, wallpaper, and quickly changed her own lockscreen to a picture of Sokka. Ironically, she picked one that was from the same vacation. Sokka was making a silly face, and it made Y/N smile whenever she looked at it. "Now we match." She smiled, and Sokka relaxed, putting on a grin.

"I'm so in love with you."

"Me- me too."

They were supposed to be studying, but soon enough, that was the last thing on their minds.

pffFT I HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO PUT FOR THE STUDY MATERIAL SO I PUT THE ONLY THING THAT POPPED INTO MY HEAD, WHICH WAS "THE MITOCHONDRIA IS THE POWERHOUSE OF THE CELL" SIDNJDKS

THANK YOU FOR READING!! i love and appreciate all of you 🥺💖

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[sometimes-i-write-4-you]

seceret’s out - Javier Williams X reader

a\n: i’m honored to be the first one to post a fic for this show. love it so much. request if you want, please, cause my head is empty from ideas.

I sat in my desk at biology class. 3 days have passed since the new kid arrived, Javier Williams. He has those beautiful brown eyes, and his hair is always perfectly messy. His lips are probably super soft. Well, that's at least what I've gathered from staring at him for 85% percent of the class. It's the only class I have with him, but I see him all the time – in the hallway, mostly, and he's always being kind and I just wish I had the courage to talk to him.

"(y\n), would you please tell us about the cell?" Gabriela cuts off my wondering. "the cell has multiple parts. The mitochondria, which is the powerhouse of the cell-" I start, but she sighs and once again cutting me off. "(y\n), we're past that. We learned about the cell a week ago, you should start focusing again instead of daydreaming" Gabriela says, and the class laugh. "I'm sorry, can any of you explain to me how hearts function? No? that's what I thought" Gabriela adds, and the laughter stops.

I sneak a look at Javier, and he catches my glance and smile. I panic and turn my gaze back to the notebook Infront of me. Shit.

"hey, (y\n)" I hear Gerry whisper, "you know, if Willie boy is what's distracting you, I can help you get his attention" he says. I choose to ignore him, but it seems like it's what he wanted. "oh, don't ignore me baby" he said, and I hear the smile in his voice, "hey, if we'll fuck, I bet he'll talk to you" Gerry kept going. It wasn't the first time he suggested it, even though I was the quite type and never bothered him.  "Can I go the bathroom?" I ask, and the teacher approves. I pick my bag up to take with me. "I'm sorry, you can't leave with your bag. Take what you need and hurry up" Gabriela says, and so I take my water bottle and a small box I put in my pocket without anyone noticing.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and took a pill out of the box, trying to stabilize my breath. I hate Gerry so much, and I hate this stupid class, and I hate—

"(y\n)?" someone asks, "it's me, Sophia". I swallow the pill along with some water and flush the toilet. "hey" I say, opening the door and wiping away the tears that managed to escape on my way to the bathroom. "you know, Gerry is kind of an asshole, you should just ignore him" she says, leaning on the counter as I wash my hands. "why-" "what was he whispering? I noticed he was bothering you, but I can't read lips" she keeps talking. "just… suggested to fuck me" I say as I dry my hands with some toilet paper.

"for real?" she asks, turning to face me. I nod. "that's… you should stick with me, I'll walk you to class, and I'll ask Javi to walk you to your next one, I have a double class" she says, and my heart skips a beat at the mentioning of his name. "uh, thanks" I smile at her, and we walk together. The bell rings, and I realize my things are still in the biology classroom, so I ask Sophia to walk me there.

"(y\n), just who I was looking for" a handsome guy says. He hands me the bag, "I put everything there. I'm sorry Gerry is a dick to you, he's just… a dick". I thank him, slowly recognizing the boy as Raul, the rich kid whose father is a corrupt politician or something along these lines. I refused to watch the secret reveal video's, it's not my business, but I heard people talk.

I arrive to my class, and Sophia leaves to go to her's. time passes, and I don't think it could've gone slower. After this period ends, I get to have one on one time with no other than Javier Williams. Will I be able to form a sentence? Highly doubt it, but oh well, I'm not wasting this opportunity.

The bell rings, finally, and at the door I see Javier already waiting. "hi, (y\n), right?" he asks. I nod. "yeah, that's me" I smile. "Sophie told me Gerry is harassing you. Don't worry, I won't let him touch you" he says, smiling. "thank you, Javier" I say. His smile is even cuter from up close. "so, how's biology?" he asks. "well, boring" I say, and he laughs, "how are you enjoying our national school so far?" I ask, highlighting the "national", since the faculty is making such a big deal over that.

"well, it's nice. Met some cool people, met some… less cool people" he says. I laugh, "yeah, it's a weird time to get here, I promise we don't usually reveal secrets on school assemblies and Instagram pages" I say. I was surprised at how easy it was, talking to him. I was so sure I would forget every word I know, but I didn't. "which one surprised you the most? I mean, you know these people, for me it's the first thing I learned about them" he says.

"well, I actually hadn't watch any of the videos. I kinda heard things, but I try to ignore it. It's not my secret to know" I say, and he nods. "that's actually… kinda cool. That you respect them, and their privacy" he says. "you think I'm lame, right?" I laugh. "no, no. no, this is really… I admire that. That's being a good person" he insists, smiling at me. Our eyes lock for a moment, but a high-pitched voice is ruining the moment.

"oh, Javier, are you really hanging put with her now? Poor girl" some girl laughs. I look at her, confused, and he's just as confused. "what, you haven't seen it? All your secrets just revealed a new, juicy, secret" she smiles. Javier takes out his phone as we walk, and a video play.

It's my picture, it's my words. The song in the background, I wrote it yesterday and sent it to my friend, how did the hacker get that?

"oh, he is so pretty

But he will never notice me"

It's my voice, and the other photos, that's my diary.

Shit. I run to class before Javier understand who I'm singing for.

"and when I want to try,

I just end-up being too shy"

Crap, crap. People are looking at me. "I love your song; do you think you'll release an album? You can call it 'Javier Williams, please notice me!' " some guy laughs. This is not happening. The hacker was quiet, I thought he was only after the stupid popular kid, why would he reveal my secret? What's his goal?

After the class is over, I sneak to the bathroom to take another pill. It's supposed to calm down my anxiety, but it's affects fade quick. I leave the bathroom, and Javier is leaning on the wall in front pf the door.

"hey" he smiles at me and pushes himself off the wall. He gets closer and closer. "your song is really good; I didn't know you sing. Your voice is-" "please, stop, Javier. I don't want you to pity me" I sigh, cutting him off. He follows me to my next period. "I don't pity you; I just want to talk. You seem cool, and I'd love to get to know you" he says, catching up to me fast. "why?" I ask, "because the whole school knows I like you?" I stop and look him right in the eyes. Those gorgeous, gorgeous brown eyes. "no. because you are nice, and honest, and you have a beautiful voice" he says. I sigh, "don't pity me, Javier" I insist, and walk away.

A few days pass. A video of Javier and Sophia was sent to everyone in school, including me. It was followed by a "sorry to disappoint you" message, but I think it was exclusive for me. I haven't talked to Javier since… well, the second and last time we ever talked. I exchanged some words with Sophia, but that's it. I was sitting with my friends at lunch, but it got unbearable faster than… I don't know, a cringe compilation full of 13-year-old kids making sex jokes and do fortnight dances. Every second person tried to comfort me over the video, and I escaped to the bathroom for 2 things: quiet, and a pill. I wonder why the hacker chose to reveal the crush, isn't my anxiety a more dramatic secret? Whatever, I don't want to think about it.

I leave the bathroom just in time to start walking to my next class, Biology. "hey" a voice says. It belonged to a particular pretty boy. "what do you want, Javier?" I sigh and stop by my locker to get my biology book. "just… Sophia and I, it's not… we're not together. I wanted you to know that, cause, you know-" because I have a thing for you? Yeah, thanks, Javier" I sigh. He sighs. "can you stop avoiding me? I'm just trying to be nice to you. I know it wasn't ideal, the way I found out, but even before that, I wanted to talk to you. When Sophie asked me to walk you to class, I was actually happy to, and not as a favor for her, but at the chance to talk to the quiet, beautiful girl who I always catch looking at me but never dares to talk to me" he says as we walk to class together. Everybody's looking at us. "Javier, you are such a player" Gerry smiles, looking at the two of us as we enter the class. "it was just a kiss" Javier hisses at him. "if it was just a kiss, kiss her" Gerry offers, pointing at me with his stupid butt chin. "no" I say, "that's-".

"oh, come on, (y\n), I'm helping you out, don't you want to kiss his 'probably super soft lips' and run your hands through his 'perfectly messy hair' " Gerry teases, quoting my diary. I blush and start planning a way to escape this room. The door is right behind me. Who's gonna stop me? However, Javier is not taking any it.

He takes my hand and pull me back to his side. "may i?" he asks. "i-" I want to answer. Turns out I was right; his lips are super soft. He pulls away and smiles at me. "were my lips super soft?" he asks, biting his lips. "uh, i-" "I use Chapstick" he smiles. I laugh.

Gerry starts to clap, and his friends aw. Oh, right, he was bullied into kissing me. His hand still holds mine, and he drags me to my seat and take the open spot next to me. "I really enjoyed talking to you, you know. I swear, I'm not saying that out of pity. Do you think I'll kiss you out of pity?" he asks. "I don't know, I don't know… you" I reply as I put my things on my desk. Biology book, biology notebook, pens…

"would you like to?" he asks. I look at him confused. "would you like to get to know me? Maybe over some… I don't know coffee?" he smiles at me. I nod. "sure, yeah. Coffee's great" I smile back.

#control z #control z netflix #control z x reader #javier williams #javier williams X reader

[marvinhasadhd]

Okay, so I got my prescription about two weeks ago and since then I have already tried Ritalin a few times.

I started with half a pill (so 5mg) and didn’t feel anything. My doctor advised me to do my next attempt on the next day, but I am chronically bad at listening to medical professionals, so I tried a whole pill (or 10mg) on the afternoon of the same day I tried the first one.

I decided to take it, because our work had been cancelled (I currently work as a security at events which are hosted by our city) and so someone had to wait until the security who worked the night shift arrived. I really need the money, so I volunteered to sit around for a few hours and I decided to take the full pill and try reading for a bit, as thats something where I often struggle with being inattentive and getting distracted by just about everything.

And it kinda helped. I just sat down and read for over an hour without looking at my phone or getting distracted in any other way. I used to read a lot as a child, but since the age of 12-13 I slowly stopped reading as much because I could rarely ever focus on the book for longer times, so reading became a bit frustrating, as I now took days, weeks or sometimes even months to finish books which would have taken me hours when I was younger (one of my biggest achievements as a child was that I finished the whole HarryPotter-Series in just one weekend).

So yeah, that was a nice experience. I tried it again two days later, as I wanted to try studying for university, but this time I tried 1,5 pills (so 15mg) and I didn’t feel much difference to the 10mg. I still couldn’t quite focus on the stuff I had to learn and I kept getting distracted by things around me, especially by the clutter on my desk. I really felt the need to do something about that and so I cleaned my desk. And once my desk was finally free of everything that didn‘t belong there, I cleaned the floor, the kitchen, the bathroom, I did my laundry and I collected all the cat toys and also cleaned all the places my cats like to hang out in of their hair. Once that was done, I tried to learn again and I noticed that I could focus a bit better, but most importantly I noticed that I just managed to keep my focus on doing a cleaning of the whole flat without making any breaks to watch youtube or check twitter or anything. I didn’t even think about my phone, while I did all that. That was kinda crazy, as just about everyone who knows me would describe me as a perfect example of a smartphone-addicted person.

The next day, I tried to learn again and I took two whole pills (aka 20mg or the maximum dosis my doctor allowed me to do before I visit her again) and I noticed that while I could actually focus better, I would also focus very strongly on anything that distracted me. I found one of my cats toys (a self-made mouse) had been ripped and while I was already trying to focus on learning, I just had to get my sewing kit and repair the mouse before I could even think about anything else. So my focus became much better, but also I would focus very strongly on any possible distraction.

The next day my girlfriend arrived and so I didn‘t take Ritalin for a few days, as I know that she isnt too big of a fan of it (that one Netflix-documentary apparently made Ritalin seem like its pure crystal meth) and also I think I shouldn’t need stimulants to be able to focus on my girlfriend. I love her and I always try to give her my fullest attention, so I let the pills in my medicine-cabinet.

Once she was gone again (she has a summer-job in another state, so we only see each other for a few days each week), I tried studying again and so I took two pills in the morning, cleaned my whole learning environment before the effects kicked in and then I actually was able to focus nicely on cell-biology. And ya know, what can I say about that except „The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell“?

Later that day, when the effects already had worn off, I noticed that I also experienced the so-called rebound effect (=symptoms being a bit stronger than usual once the effects of the medication wore off), but as I wanted to continue studying, I decided to take two more pills. So I went to the bathroom, took one, noticed that I had to clean the cat-toilet, cleaned it, forgot that I had already taken one and took two. So I was at 3 whole pills or 30mg of Methylphenidate, which was 1,5 times the maximum dose my doctor told me to take. And then I remembered that I had made plans with a friend to come over and catch up, as we hadn’t seen each other since the whole pandemic started.

So yeah, once he arrived two hours after my accidental intake of 3 pills, I was really focused on what he said and I must say, I felt a mental clarity I usually never felt in normal situations. I also felt a bit more energetic than usual and I experienced the suppressed appetite (which apparently is a rather common side-effect) much stronger than I did with lower doses. Besides that my head felt very warm and I noticed that my pulse was much stronger, so I put on my old smart-watch, just so I could regularly check my pulse (it was constantly over 90, when my usual average it between 60 and 70). Also I told him about my medication and the dosage I had taken, so if I experienced anything bad (the high pulse made me a bit anxious about that) he could inform a doctor. But yeah, nothing bad happened and for two hours we just talked about a lot of things and I just really listened to what he said, which was nice, as I‘m someone who often gets lost in thought while people talk to me, and being able to focus on what he said without getting distracted made me feel like I managed to be a better friend than I‘m usually am.

But nothing lasts forever and so once the effects wore off (took about 4,5 hours) I really couldn’t focus on stuff and I really felt the effects come back much stronger than they usually are. Luckily he is a pretty understanding dude, so he suggested that we just cook until I felt a bit better, which was quite nice, as my appetite also came back and I remembered that I hadn’t eaten anything that day. So we cooked and just played with the cats until I felt a bit better. I noticed that playing with the cats made me quite a bit calmer - maybe it’s the dopamine-boost my tiny fluffy boys give me, or maybe I just overinterpret something. Idk.

(Short break. I know, this post is already pretty long and as it’s about ADHD, I assume that some people reading this also have it. If you managed to read this that far, I‘m really amazed and I really thank you for your attention. Also I made this another text-style, so if you want to take a short break, you could find this spot easier. If you have any tips on how to write so that it’s more suitable for ADHDers to read, please feel free to send me a message, as I would really like it, if I could improve my writing so that my posts are easier to read for other people. Also I promise that this post will be finished soon.)

Okay, so lets continue: once the friend was gone, I washed the dishes, cuddled the cats and went to sleep. Or at least I tried to do so. I just couldn’t fall asleep. It was really impossible for me to close my eyes without having my brain full of thoughts that would keep me awake. I tried to put in calming music, as that helped me to fall asleep back when I was in school, but that didn’t work. I tried to make myself a nice sleeping-environment by putting on nice sounds to pretend that I‘m on the Hogwarts express (I used ambient-mixer for that) and lit small fairy lights, but that also didn’t help. I tried to do a brain-dump and wrote down all the thoughts that kept me awake, but that also didn’t help much. I tried to read all these thoughts out to my cats and talk about all the feelings I had that were linked to the thoughts, but that also didn’t help. (Also the cats kinda decided to run around and play catch after I talked to them for a few minutes. I think they have about the same attention span as I do). At about 5:30 in the morning my girlfriend texted me because she just got up to go to work and I was still awake to answer her. So yeah, at about 6 in the morning I fell into a very light sleep and I can tell you, working a 7 hour shift after that wasn’t fun. So a nice advice of mine: don’t do a higher dose than your doctor allowed you at 6 in the afternoon. Or generally. Listen to your doctors, chances are they know what they are talking about.

And here’s finally the last experience I wanna write about: Today I woke up at 8 and decided that I will use my day productively to learn. So ensured that my desk and everything around it was nice and clean and then I took two pills. And guess what. Now it’s half past 10 and I spent the last 1,5 hours focusing really intensely on writing a tumblr-post about my experiences with Ritalin because I remembered that I wanted to write such a post and I couldn’t focus on anything else while I had this thought. So yeah. Overall I really like the effects it has on me, as I didn’t experience any bad side-effects by now and it really helps me focus, but now I also know that maybe I should make a check-list of things I want to have done before I take it, as these things could be mayor distractions down the line.

I hope these reports could be interesting or helpful to someone out there, but always remember: the experiences of different people can vary vastly, so always remember that such meds can have very different effects on you or people you know. Always consult a doctor or pharmacist if you have medical questions and always remember that taking meds or not doing so is both completely valid, as long as it fits for you.

If you made it this far, I really wanna thank you for taking the time and focus to read this and I hope you found it to be at least somewhat interesting. Feel free to text me if you want to talk about your own experiences, ask questions, give criticism on the way I write or just ask for pictures of my cats. I hope you have a really nice day and yeah. I‘ll post again once something post-worthy happens or a topic which I think to be deserving of a post comes to my mind.

#adhd #adhd story #adhd university #adhd stuff #adhd things #adhd inattentive #adhd meds #adult adhd #adhd problems #adhd post #ritalin #methylphenidate

[scrabbleknight]

Sasha and the Frogs [Ch. 7]: Backpack Chaser

Good morning, America! At least, I assume it is morning since I live in Germany and I have no concept of time. Anyways, welcome back to Sasha and the Frogs! Chapter 7 aka the longest chapter I had ever written. Honestly though, it could even be too long.

This chapter was planned for release about 2 weeks ago but circumstances had gotten up and I was only able to finish it two days ago. After some minor editing, I finally got it done and posted it on both AO3 and FF. Also, it’s an original chapter because reasons.

I honestly have no idea why I wrote this chapter. But I wanted to anyway and I did. So there you have it. Take a peek and enjoy!

[Archive Of Our Own]

[FanFiction.Net]

Preview below!

It has been about two weeks since Sasha was transported into this other world filled with low-tech sapient amphibian people and for the most part, she was adjusting to her new life there quite well, though with a few hiccups here and there. Nonetheless, she prevailed against every challenge and learned valuable lessons along the way, like some kind of a kid's show.

So she deserved some downtime after all those unfortunate events, which was why she was sitting in her basement room with her this-universe BFF, Sprig, and his little sister, Polly.

"What's this?" Sprig asked, holding a metal cylinder with a handle and a hose.

"That's a bicycle pump. Or in this case, just a pump?" Sasha the human answered, somewhat uncertain.

"And what's this?" asked the sister Polly, in her fins was a small rectangular box.

"That's a power bank." Sasha explained. "Though, not much use right now."

"And what's this?" Sprig asked once more, flipping through the pages of a notebook. "'The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell'?"

Sasha swiped the book from the boy frog's hands, blushing. "Hehehe, that is just homework. Let me just slip this here…" She muttered, sliding the book under her pillow.

Sprig continued to look at all of Sasha's friend's stuff. While some were familiar like the ruler and a pair of scissors, others were bafflingly new and unseen off, like the mysterious Rubik's cube. "You know, your friend Anne has a lot of cool stuff. I'm surprised she brought all of this with her."

Sasha leaned back, supporting herself with her arms. "Well, she usually doesn't bring this much. It was like her birthday that day and we went on a little happy birthday shopping spree. It was totes fun."

"You know, before we got sent here by accident."

"How did you get here anyway?" Polly asked, holding an eraser. It smelled of strawberries, which tempted Polly to then slowly try and lick, only for Sasha to grab it away from her.

"That is a secret I'll carry to my grave." She answered, dropping the eraser back into the bag. "Alright, y'all! Fun time's over. Now put it all back into the bag, please."

At Sasha's request, Polly and Sprig helped collect all of Anne's belongings, dropping it into the bag. While the contents weren't exactly Sasha's, she was at the moment the only one who knew what everything was. Thus, technically it was hers until she finds Anne and gives it back. The items themselves were just basic things to her but being from Earth, they were special and Sasha couldn't help but feel protective of them.

At the same time, she was still genuinely surprised at how spacious the bag was and how much they actually packed into it. She did roughly check the bag when she was stuck in the forest early on but it was never that thorough. She was also glad that she planned early and placed the magic music box under a blanket instead of leaving it in the bag. She wasn't ready for the questions that might arise from revealing it and she was sure that this box didn't originate from her own world if the frog symbols had anything to go by.

"I want to see more of this 'Anne' stuff! They're pretty cool!" Polly exclaimed after finishing with the clean-up.

"Maybe later." Sasha waved off. She then lifted the backpack and dropped it right next to her bed. "We can look at it upstairs. You know, where there is an actual table and natural light."

"Are the mushrooms not natural?"

"They aren't from where I'm from."

As if on cue, Hop Pop's voice called out from upstairs, presumably from the kitchen. "Kids, come on up! The… eh, 'brunch' is ready!"

"Yay!" Sprig cheered, running up the stairs with Polly right behind him. Sasha soon followed, leaving the bag behind in the basement. Unbeknownst to Sasha, a mysterious member had been watching the whole ordeal from the cellar door. It had waited patiently for hours on end, or maybe a few minutes for it had no concept of time. One of its eyes shone and sparkled, looking at the bag of otherworldly objects. The other was looking in a completely different direction, a bit confused.

It was a crow. Larger than the average Earth crow but smaller than most birds seen here. It stood twice as tall as Hop Pop, making it almost an average human teen's height. Huge in comparison to that of home but animals tended to be bigger here anyway. Bessie, for example, was a car-sized snail.

"CAAAAAWWWW!" It squawked loudly.

#amphibia #sasha amphibia #sasha and the frogs #roleswap au #sprig plantar #polly plantar #hopadiah plantar #amphibia au #fanfiction #fanfic #ff.net #archive of our own #ao3 tags #sasha and anne switch places #amphibia fanfic #canon divergence

[rainbow-sides]

It won't be 2019 for another 3 hours where I live and the passing of time and dates and when we start a new year in our calendar is all just a construct anyway, but I thought it would probably be a good idea for me to talk about where I've been and where I'm going on this blog. Putting it under a read-more because it got very long.

Warning, I'll be talking about death, depression, dropping out of school, and suicidal thoughts.

A hell of a lot has happened since last New Year's Day for me. Last January, one of my best friends was killed. It was unexpected, a shock, traumatizing for everyone who knew him. I had seen him only three days previously, happy and healthy and excited about his plans for life. I had just landed in the airport going back to school 3000 miles away when I got the call, and it absolutely shattered me. I was a wreck: depressed, having nightmares and panic attacks about other people I loved dying in ways that were just as horrible as how he died.

I tried to do well in school--I was taking a biology class, a photography class, and a novel writing class. But I was sleeping constantly. I couldn't focus. I alternated between eating too much and not eating enough. I had no good friends at school and I was 3000 miles away from my support system. I couldn't afford the time and money to go home for my friend's memorial service. I was a complete wreck, but after about the first week of being there when I couldn't stop crying and I missed my first day of classes, I looked fine from the outside. I'm a very good actor. I knew how to make the school counselors think I was doing great, how to make my parents think I was fine so they wouldn't worry as much about me.

But I couldn't handle school anymore. I had already been considering taking some time off from school to figure out a direction in life because I felt aimless (as many 18-19 year olds do, I know) and I wasn't functioning very well in a classroom environment. My friend dying brought everything to a point where I couldn't even return for spring term to finish the year. I was going to drop out.

And then sometime in early February, after CLBG? came out, I decided to watch the Sanders Sides series. I had heard about it and thought it sounded interesting. So I watched it over a span of two days. Moving On happened, and I was sobbing on the bottom bunk with a pillow against my face so I didn't wake up my roommate (I had done a lot of that over the term). Once I had finished the series, I made a post on my main blog wondering if there was a fandom and fanwork to consume because I wanted more. I eventually found my way into the community, and it was one of the best things I've ever done.

I started writing. I wrote Sunshine and Foils, and I wrote one-shots, and I got feedback like I had never gotten before. The community was more active and loving and supportive than any other fandom I'd ever been in. (Sure, we have some problems, but it's still an incredible community.) I was writing for fun for the first time since my friend had died, and I wrote to cope. I wrote Anomalies. I wrote about grief, about how a loved one dying changes everything. I made friends, amazing friends. (Hey you, you know who you are 💙.)

Term ended. I went home. I won't bore you with the details, because nothing happened. I spent 7 months sitting and sleeping and writing and being depressed and being unsure if I was ever going to want anything out of life ever again. It all seemed pointless. I wrote Stay in the Equation.

In October, just before Halloween, I got a job. I'm now a teacher, sort of. I don't have a degree, I'm not credentialed, but I work as a special education aid in a 7th/8th grade Resource Specialist classroom, helping students who need extra help, time, and accommodations in their classes. I work at the middle school I went to, seeing some of my old teachers and still calling them by their last name because calling my old amazing biology teacher Justin just seems so...wrong.

I wrote a bit more on my original novel that I hadn't worked on at all since last year, since before my friend died. I've written some songs with my sister. I came out as trans to my parents and sister and friends, and I go by my correct name at work.

My students call me Martin. They don't know me as anything else. They tell me I should become a science teacher because they love it when I go off on tangents helping them with their science homework. Sometimes I think they're right. 13 year olds have an instinct for that sort of thing. It's before society has completely wiped any originality and creative thinking out of their heads, which is why I like that age group. I still have time to help them stay who they are, to help them grow, to guide them carefully away from their "I'm better than my peers because I don't use slang words or say 'like' all the time" phase. I'm helping. I have a routine, which is good for me. I walk a mile to work every week day, which is also good for me.

And after another year and a half of teaching there and maybe taking some gen-ed classes at a community college, I think I might go back to school full time and study marine biology in Monterey, much closer to home than my previous school. Get a single subject teaching credential and teach 13-year olds that mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. And during the summers, maybe I'll do the research and/or conservation education that I want to do. I might publish my book. I might make more music. I don't know.

But I do know that without this community to dive into headfirst, to lose myself in creating something for people other than me, I wouldn't have gotten back on my feet. I owe so much to everyone who read any of my fics, who liked and reblogged and especially those who took the time to comment or message me about it. You kept me going.

The anniversary of my friend's death is this coming Sunday. It's already hard, and I'm feeling the anniversary effect. I've had a lot of anxiety these past few weeks, and it will probably only get worse as the days pass. My hands are shaking a little bit as I type this. Part of me just wants to curl up and hide from the world forever, and I'm sure I'll be doing some of that. But I'll be okay. The time will keep passing, and I'll get further away from the rawness of the pain and the anger about how he died until it doesn't consume me when I think about him. I just want to thank you for being there with me.

I'm going to post the final chapter of Anomalies soon. It's the story I wrote to most directly cope with my friend's death apart from a few that were too personal for me to ever share. Maybe it's silly, but I feel a little bit as if posting it will bring me some kind of closure. Probably won't actually help--the pain and the anger are too real and too big for much closure to come from a story I wrote--but maybe it will. Maybe it will.

Okay, I'm going to go do that now. I hope you all have a lovely New Year. Please stay safe. May 2019 bring you a better part of your life than 2018 brought you. I sure hope it will for me.

Much love. 💙 ~Martin

#personal #death mention #depression mention

[jununy]

my girlfriend wrote me a really cute vrisrezi fic for my bday based on some headcanons of mine.... she doesnt want to post it on ao3 LOL it has some jokes thats sort of... for esports/league fans so it is a pretty nice fic she wrote specifically for my happiness (AND GOD ARE THE JOKES SO GOOD) but yeah ive JUST PUT IT UNDER A READMORE

A line of yellow text pops up in between the lines of Vriska’s teammates whining about something, begging for ganks if she had to guess, which she would, because no way she’s reading that shit! A whisper from someone means she’s put them on her friend list, so they could possibly be worth her time. Maybe!

Bronze Oncologist: WHEN YOU’RE DONE WITH THAT GAME DO YOU WANT TO CRAM FOR THE TEST WITH US?

Vriska furrows an eyebrow while she powerfarms her jungle.

CumshotIn8: What test? Bronze Oncologist: FOR BIO? CumshotIn8: . Bronze Oncologist: LUL YOU’RE FUCKED.

Vriska feels a little shock of panic in her gut then stuffs it down. No way, Karkat is wrong about everything, no WAY there’s a bio test tomorrow, she would know! That or it’s the world’s weakest attempt at trolling. She covers her bases quickly.

CumshotIn8: Nice meme, dum8ass.

She doesn’t get a response, so obviously she called his bluff and he went off to sulk. This is why he’s bronze, it’s sad to be honest, tilted by every little misplay!

CumshotIn8: If you losers ask for a gank again, I’m fucking inting.

She manages to carry the game, of course, though her mid laner doesn’t make it easy.

She glances at the Victory screen before noticing 9+ Discord notifications.

Karkat has posted a screencap of their conversation in the friend group general chat. It has 5 LUL reactions, two screaming cats, and some anime bullshit.

The rest of the chat is @ing her and laughing.

Vriska: Are you guys fucking serious? Sollux: holy shiit iits true wtf LOL

Vriska feels that panic well back up in her chest.

Vriska: IT WAS A FUCKING JOKE, IDIOTS.

That message gets 4 thinking face emojis.

Vriska: Choke on my dick, assholes. Why would I study with you? I don’t want to fail.

And that one gets two eggplants.

Vriska closes Discord with a frustrated groan. She doesn’t fucking want to fail! There’s still time to study though, the class is stupidly easy it’s not like anything on the test could take more than an hour or two to learn.

She rummages through her bag for her biology notebook and flips through it. A couple of sentences about cell bodies, a few drool stains, and a lot of drawings of spider webs.

Fuck.

Vriska reopens Discord in a panic then sets herself to invisible as quickly as she can. Someone must have some stupid fucking notes she can borrow.

Vriska: Heyyyyyyyy, Kanaya can you send me your 8io notes rq? I left my note8ook in my locker. Kanaya: You Know I Sit Next To You In Biology Kanaya: I Saw Every Note You’ve Taken This Quarter Kanaya: Here They Are Kanaya: Mitochondria Is The Powerhouse Of The Cell– and then she sends a line of spider emojis.

Vriska: C’mon Kanaya, it’s not a 8ig deal. I’m not trying to cheat off you or anything!!!!!!!! I just wanna study, you should 8e happy for once lol. Kanaya: Or Maybe You Should Have Accepted Any Of My Offers To Study In The Past Month

Vriska groans. It was peak grinding season, why would she do more fucking useless school?!

Vriska: Whatever, fuck off prissy 8itch. Kanaya: Alright I Will Kanaya: Good Night Vriska Good Luck Tomorrow :)

And her little green circle goes grey.

Fuck, shit, FUCK.

She reviews her remaining opinions. Karkat, no. Sollux would never do it. Eridan would ask for something creepy in return and have garbage notes anyway. Aradia, not a chance in hell. Really, she doesn’t have a chance in hell with any of these miserable fuckers she calls her friends.

Feferi: Do you really not )(ave notes for bio ??? 38(((

Oh thank god, the stupid bleeding heart of a stupid airheaded fish.

Vriska: Yeah I left my note8ook at school ::::/ Can I 8orrow yours just for tonight? Feferi: LOL no way! Feferi: You really t)(oug)(t Id fall for t)(at lmao??? Feferi: Youd )(ave to be blind to not see you sleeping t)(roug)( every class LOL!

Vriska mentally chalks up another win for Feferi before mentally erasing it again. Using Vriska’s distressed mental state against her was clearly cheating. Though she did have a point.

Vriska: Hey Terezi >::::D Can I 8orrow your 8io notes? I left mine at school.

The chances of Terezi actually having Discord open are low, but chances of her help seem the highest of her options at this point.

Terezi: LM4O S3R1OUSLY??

Vriska breathes a sigh of relief.

Vriska: IKR fucking stupid lol. Vriska: So i can? Terezi: 1 DONT H4V3 TH3M ON TH3 COMPUT3R Terezi: 1 C4N L3ND YOU M1N3 1N TH3 MORN1NG THOUGH??

Vriska does some quick mental math. Bio is directly after lunch, so if she powers through that and skips her dumbass band class she should have plenty of time to cram for a reasonable grade.

Vriska: Thanks you’re a lifesaver!!!!!!!! Terezi: BUT SHOULDT YOU B3 4BL3 TO G3T YOUR NOT3S FROM SCHOOL TOMORROW MORN1NG >:????????

Fucking shit fuck.

Vriska: It would still be nice to compare with yours! Just to be safe you know? Terezi: LM4O OK4Y S3RK3T Terezi: S33 YOU TOMORROW

Vriska leans back, relieved, and tabs back to League. What, it’s not like she can do anything about it now! Might as well cash in on her free LP while the garbage players are still online.

—-

Vriska fidgets anxiously by her locker. She’s already made sure to soak the entire inside with a water bottle as backup if Terezi grills her on where Vriska’s notes are. A couple of books got drenched too, but sacrifices have to be made!

Vriska finally spots Terezi bumping down the hallway.

“Hey Pyrope! Thanks again! Everyone else was being huge bitches about this but you’ve always got my back!”

Terezi grins wide. “All for you.” She hands over a pristine black notebook. Vriska’s smile dies a tragic death as she sees every page in it is either blank or covered in nonsense.

She glances back up to Terezi just in time to catch her start cackling in her face.

“What the fuck Terezi?

“I’m blind!! What kind of notes did you think I’d have?” She erupts in another peal of laughter.

Vriska’s face blushes hot.

“Yeah, real fuckin’ funny, well played Pyrope, you really got me this time.” Vriska mumbles flatly. Her heart pounds with stress again. She calculates how exactly she’s going to explain to her mom how badly she bombed an easy fucking bio test.

Terezi cocks her head. “It was funnier than that. Don’t be a sore loser, Serket!”

Vriska sighs. “I’m gonna fail this fucking test, Terezi.”

Terezi’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “I thought you were joking.”

Vriska wails. “I wish!!!!!!!! I didn’t take notes in the STUPID fucking class and I didn’t fucking study like a STUPID fucking bitch and now I’m fucked!!!!!!!!”

Terezi flinches at the sudden outburst before righting herself. “What time is it?”

Vriska glances at a clock. “Uh, like, 8:30?”

“You’ve at least got the bio textbook right?”

Vriska glances at her locker sheepishly. “I– left it at home.”

“Well, I have mine, and we have 4 hours to teach you everything I know about biology.”

Vriska feels a weight lift. “Seriously?”

Terezi barks one sharp laugh. “I got my prank, I can take pity on you in return. Don’t get used to it though, Serket!”

Vriska giggles, giddy.

They skip every class before lunch poring over Terezi’s textbook, syllabus, and a shocking number of practice tests Vriska had somehow missed.

Terezi knows an impressive amount about the course material.

In the end, Vriska gets a C+. She’s more than happy with the outcome.

#vriska serket #terezi pyrope #vrisrezi #homestuck #jununyarts

[itsjayyyy]

August 22, 2018 4:56 pm

Today in class we started to get into chapter one, since syllabus day has passed. Of course, we still went slowly, covering biology terms that everyone knew from 9th grade. I wrote down everything she said, even though some of it was basic vocabulary that I would never need to study (like the definiton of an atom). I feel that it’s best to do that, that way when you look back, even if you already know it, you can prepare to see it on an exam, it puts you in the right frame of mind. 

This class today reminded me of my favorite word in the english language: “organelle.” I think it sounds cute and fancy, and its definition is cute too: the tiny organs inside of a cell that work together, just for that one cell. I was talking to heather about it today, and she legitimately did not remember that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell! Unbelievable. 

This class has also reminded me of two former biology teachers that I disliked. The first was my 9th grade bio teacher, Mrs. Dawkins, who stated that she didn’t believe in evolution (but you’re a biology teacher!!!!!), and also that she believed it was okay to beat your children. She and I had a passionate argument about it for an entire class period one day. Obviously, neither of us changed the others’ opinion. The other teacher that I didn’t like was Ms. McLoughlin, or however the hell it was spelled. I don’t know, she was my 4th or 5th grade science teacher. When covering plants, I told her how my mother talks to her plants to help them grow, and she called her crazy. Imagine a grown adult telling a child that her mother was crazy because she cares for living beings. And for the record, talking to plants provides them with carbon dioxide, which they need for respiration. 

My current bio professor talked about what all organisms have in common, such as having DNA as genetic code, and one example she used was homeostasis, being able to sense the environment and react to it. She mentioned plants, too, saying they could sense the environment and feel things. I like her a lot. She has a thick indian accent and is kind of short, and you can tell she really cares about us as students. I feel like that’s what my grandmother would have been like, if she were alive. I feel kind of sad that I only had one conversation with her over the phone when I was like seven or so. She probably couldn’t even understand what I was saying, since I used to talk to fast and didn’t quite have a good pronunciation due to my jaw placement. I wish I had gotten to know her better, but we never had a mutual language, or easy access to communication, plus I was only a kid when she passed.

One of my other classes, composition is filling me with dread. Yeah I like writing, but when I have to show someone else I get nervous. Our first major assignment is a 1,200 word essay about o u r s e l v e s. These people ain’t need to know SHIT about me. One thousand and two hundred words. That’s as long as the longest paper I’ve ever written, and the professor said it as if it were so casual. And at the end of the course, we have to prepare a video essay. Literally throwing up rn. The reason I’m writing this right now is so I can get back into the swing of writing, since this entire course is about “learning about yourself as a writer,” which I guess is better than over-analyzing Elizabeth Bishop’s “The Map.” By the way, in class today I tried looking up the meaning of that stupid poem but the essay of the meaning was written in such pretentious language that I still don’t understand it.

My gov’t professor is lowkey on crack. He’s just so eccentric, all over the place. At one point he told us about how he was in college for law, and then he had a professor he really liked, and the professor told him he should become a teacher too, so he did. He said when he told his mother, she cried in the bathroom for 12 hours and that is literally my parents with me. He’s very much a comedian. 

The new coffee shop on campus has opened, and it’s so fancy. Kinda sucks tho, because in the last few days I’ve realized how much I love just a plain cup of coffee, considering it has about 10 times as much caffeine as a latte. I feel like if I go to this “indie, experimental coffee shop” for just a plain cup of coffee, I’ll be judged. I tried their affogato root beer float, which is root beer, vanilla ice cream, and a shot of espresso on top, and it was actually pretty good (and $7, yikes). I want to try this one drink next, it was espresso with lemonade and sparkling water shaken together. Sounds gross, I’m in.

Today on the way to comp, I bumped into Antoine. We didn’t talk much, just a “hey how’s it going” and then we kept walking. I didn’t tell him I switched majors. Heather was telling me monday how she wanted to hit up anjlie and see how she’s doing and if she wanted to hang, but I don’t think she should. Julia transferred to our college over the summer and we met up once or twice, but honestly? I don’t really see julia as a friend. We knew each other in high school, but we were really only ever friends because we had classes together. We never made a strong bond. I just don’t really want to keep up with her because of that, whereas heather and I have a much closer bond and we have things we can talk about. I feel like that’s probably how anjlie feels about me and heather; we were friends of convenience in high school, but in college there’s no bond. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, that’s just how life is. Now that I’ve felt that with julia, I know how anjlie feels, and I’m not gonna bother her unless she wants to hang.

This semester I really feel like I’m gonna do well. I started using my planner again, and I’m gonna keep on top of everything. And I’m semi-in my major, so I actually care about stuff. Like, today we literally were just going over the building blocks of life but it made me so happy. Like yeah, this is what life is made of. We’re all just a pile of organelles trying to work together to keep us functioning.