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wqnwoos · 8 months

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im not the same anon as earlier but help ur grades are amazing 😭😭 im sitting psych and english in october and can i ask what ur study schedule or method is like? how early did u start studying + what did you do?

HII thank you soo much!! i worked my arse off for those stupid grades 😭 i’ll put the tips under a cut, i really hope they help, and good luck for october!! u got this <3

find out what time u study best at!! i somehow trained myself to become a morning person (naturally i am nocturnal LMFAO) but during study season i usually wake up 4-5:30 or something. it feels so much better getting to 10am and u have the whole day in front of u and you’ve done most of the things u need to do, but that’s just me!! i have friends who worked best from like 11pm - 4 am

pomodoro technique — excellent for my adhd ass brain. i genuinely thought this technique would never work for me, avoided it like the plague, and then used it during a study group session w friends and Love it. (i use the flora app btw!! i feel too bad to kill the little plant so i always study to the end 😭) i recommend the usual 25 mins, 5 min break but it’s up to u <3

FLASHCARDS!!!!! i cannot stress this enough flashcards genuinely saved my ARSEEE especially for psychology!! i always phrase mine like a question, so that if you get something similar in the exam it kind of jogs your memory? anyway. for psych i do not recommend remaking notes, i went straight from class notes and the textbook to flashcards, and repeated them All The Time

past paper questions!!!!! unfortunately the education system is fucked and doesn’t want us to learn for the sake of learning, they want us to be parrots so!!! really recommend past paper questions.

for english literature (i’m assuming you’re taking literature and not language?? idk anything about language past gcse level i’m sorry 😭), i wouldn’t recommend writing out essay after essay; plan a bunch of past papers, write maybe one paragraph per past paper question. ummm idk if u guys have to include context and critical interpretations because i believe that differs with exam board, but we did, and i used flashcards for those too!! (also. please make sure u know the text 😭 even vaguely knowing quotes helps so much bc searching for them in the exam takes so much time)

for english my friends and i also used to time ourselves — fifteen minutes per paragraph so that you weren’t going on too long about one point, and you weren’t wasting all your time on one question.

study groups!! this is ONLY if u work well with other people if u know ur gonna get distracted then please don’t do all the time 😭 also for things like english study groups r sooo helpful because a lot of the time, other people will bring points to the table that u have never thought of (and u can do the same for them!!)

EAT WELL!!!! SLEEP WELL!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m so serious . if u don’t do this then nothing will go well. idgaf what time u sleep because maybe you’re more productive at 1am - 4am, but make sure ur getting ENOUGH sleep. and don’t skip meals. pleaaaaseee don’t skip meals.

i also used to use a lot of mindmaps for english, for themes / characters / context!!

for psych i also used to do blurting — writing as much as i know about one topic, going back and adding everything j missed in a different colour <3

OKAY that is allllll i can think of right now!! if u need anything else pls slide into my dms or jump back into my inbox i am happy to help !!! good luck with exams bb i know ur gonna crush them 💗💗💗

#asks #anon #study tips #sorry idk how helpful this was because. exam boards differ and stuff.#OBVIOUS DISCLAIMER this is what worked for me it might not work for everyone

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artcalledtattoo · 1 year

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Rest Management

Racism, Equality? Segregation & Tactics

My my my dear management

BigBonus Grapplers

They’ll fuck you over

Over three years now still drinking and pissed

But sleep dream go to work again

Smoking reefer in the boys room

Slap a face of adult or wrap your fingers around the posers neck and shake him silly teasing me with thc at work

I like a high I love the connections in brain

You leave me fucking severed

But I don’t take business personally

It’s just fucted up

I should acronym or maybe their names

For a fit into their own personalities

I Have That Power

Silence of the sheep

No open sit downs of night shift responsibilities

Two Malfoy likes delegating privately one on one to an employee

Bullshit

I must be getting fucked again

Fucks hold hands through the night

It takes two managers to manage

American

Fraud. (adult work levels)

Waste. (everyone’s times, to stupid to be productive you get easy work)

Abuse. { you all work like no others, here is your weight, [ ( fuck you fatman & snake )

That hiss has never bought me anything ] }

Did I do it right? Punctuation unlike us in energy living on same damn planet!

Stand two to close posers to open

Shit is stoopid

Take a rest from Racism inEquality Segregation & Tactics

I’m read up and beyond

My heart is racing ready to smolder pounding your fire weak

You all don’t even believe what you believe and again fuck it all up even more by thinking, that’s why I see stupid shits sitting wasting time on clock it’s been a past three year epidemic of demons, life takers of mine and others

Rapers of time need your name here y’all

Or acronym HJMSZ but it’s not

Your fault it’s your Leader

The one you look up too

Rest Leisurely

Static Cling

Black candles pentagram and names surrounding

Fuck’em

Ritual circumstances performed all over

Did you pay to keep selves safe

We will see

This is churning scary

Like stepping on a stick of butter

Don’t fucking Milk me for Bread

Your stick of butter is melting in my

Asshole, shut up

Go read an email, fall asleep

Get high

But we know better than to come for you for answers

That’s why we only ask to let us free

You two fucked

Stand alert now open and greet

You don’t even greet me like that upon entry, I know my place

Racism

Equality?

Segregation

In lows of 2023

Same as fucking start of last year

New Shit in charge of building

No talks

No comments

REST Management

It’s not fucking Wal Mart!

.|.

Prunnnttttttsssssssss

I’m just talking out loud

My God says, You can

And I do

Even when it’s garbage it don’t bother me taking it out

It’s been my first thing since

I don’t know?

Whoah!

That can be read as or read as or red assed

Telling on their bullshit

White folk managers in charge as they love certain people of sun to wed

But fuck us tues to sat

Rest fucked up next week and year too

Don’t get pissed, it’s just business

I tell myself five times a night

Lift a box throw farther

Do more for thy body

Health an importance

Snakes and Fatmans

Life starts accordingly to social media ending after 31, destined for death oh not me, you like maintaining, soldiers did to, of the female persuasion don’t fucking guide me for work I was doing before your time

Fuck my poser and last President my last three years have been because of you mostly, let peons fear, chess board

I’m after kings queens knight rooks fuck the bishops their fucking children and not my threat religion political area a let’s pl

I need a minority leader in charge of me!

•

Rest assured management

This is not an Email nor End

New marching orders for fucking arriving soon

Could be email

Could be technician change

Could be just a venting

B4Awakening

I know place in this

Should’ve got me high too

R E S T

Save your energy

I won’t be doing all I do

Will if not, my mouth speaks

L O U D L Y

Hostile work segregation & racism

Want to talk about it Martian

Let’s chat brother brotha slow as turtle moving

Not to me!

R E S T C E O

One hundred grand bonus bulls kit

Oh that’s a store manager

Tactical restful life in leisure

Small manager syndrome

He don’t ask us, nothing since arrived

Explicit Writing

Fuck Them All

Let a Lord sort’em out

Light a candle

Make it a ritual for sinnisters

Pent them up in a gram

Written upon

Add those names

I can play evil against evol allow me and resign

Too Easy ask dirt he left dust when he righted out

Fuck him and all of you reading

My masters

No more stay

Namaste my masters

Whoah KY after me

I’ll explain the interests

KY REST in a state

Can’t stop fucking me

I’ll explain

Over Powering protecting their interests

A later Post, you all knew on coming!!!

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opens-up-4-nobody · 3 years

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#i have demons battling it out in my brain #one says: nothing creative/fun can be designated as work #the other says: but literally u have to do these creative/fun things for work #idk why my brain is like: it is only work if u r suffering or doing something difficult #but its v stressful bc it means i do unfun things all day at normal hrs of the day (or avoid doing them)#and then spend the rest of my time doing the more fun stuff which stretches my 'work' time to strange long hrs #but if i do them at normal hrs i feel like im gonna die #its terrible. and ive got at least 12+ hours worth of fun stuff i have to do on the lab computer rn #so guess whose gonna be getting up at 4am multiple times this week assuming nothing else comes up #also i have to draw a thing #which is why im getting a headache bc ive spent so much time today messing with procreate and trying to figure out a style #and my brain is like: u r wasting time!!!! u need to be more productive #but i have to figure out how to use the app??? also its sunday #theres just so much to do and im being crushed by the weight of it all #my brain keeps doing that angry buzzing then while i run so fun times #i think im figuring out the digital art thing tho #and that means ill have to redraw a bunch of stuff i did for the lab bc it all looks trash now and the style is gonna be inconsistant #sigh... idk y i do this to myself but here we are #srry for being so ranty lately. ive been feeling not great so ive withdrawn from socalizing and thus have no outlet lol #unrelated #ah fuck i really need to work on manuscript stuff tho #okay: this week i will read a bunch of annoying photosynthesis papers or else. i will i will. writing progress will be made

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charincharge · 4 years

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Kiss and Cry, Part 7

jurdan figure skating AU > masterlist

Jude couldn’t focus. She’d tried to go to the rink and skate out whatever lapse of mental clarity she’d experienced the night prior, but not even the smooth feel of ice beneath her feet was enough to calm her racing mind. She kept repeating the same three things, over and over, and she was sure she was about to drive herself insane.

Jude had kissed Cardan.

Jude couldn’t stop thinking about Cardan.

Jude was a fucking idiot.

Her thoughts ping ponged from his soft lips to his hands burning through the fabric of her dress to his bewildered expression as she fled backstage to his ire as she ducked away from his gaze the rest of the night.

What had she been thinking? What had possessed her to act so rashly? Had she forgotten that she was spending every day for the next month with him? And potentially beyond that, if Madoc saw fit? Had seeing Val really muddled her brain so much that she had felt it necessary to throw herself at the first person she saw? And why did that person have to be Cardan? Cardan. Of all people.

Jude had prided herself on being immune to his charms, but as she brushed her finger over her still-tingling lips where she could feel phantom caresses of his forceful kiss, she knew she’d been fooling herself. No one was immune to Cardan’s charms. Least of all her. She couldn’t deny the way she felt her body come alive at his touch, a sudden raging inferno where she only once felt ashes and embers.

Jude wasn’t sure how she was supposed to see him again. Thank god she had a full day to herself to figure out what she would do during rehearsal tomorrow. She needed the twenty four hours to regroup. If only she could stop thinking about his god damned mouth.

By the time Jude got back home from the rink, the rest of her family was finally rising from their alcohol-induced slumber.

“You know,” Taryn yawned, sleep still thick in her throat. “Sundays are for resting.”

Madoc’s sharp eyes went to the bag slung over Jude’s shoulder. “You went to the rink?”

“Just trying to stay on top of all my new choreography, Coach,” Jude lied through her teeth. But Madoc seemed satisfied.

“Be sure to stretch today. And rest.” He paused. “One day of rest is important. Otherwise you’ll get injured. And I can’t have another injury on this team.”

“Yes, sir.”

Taryn rolled her eyes and poured herself a large mug of coffee. “As if Jude knows what rest means,” she said with a sigh.

Jude’s twin could have never been a skater. Madoc had tried to get them to go into pairs together, but Taryn’s work ethic was… lacking. She’d much rather spend her time on her phone than practicing.

“I rest,” Jude said, indignant.

Taryn smiled softly and sighed. “Sure you do.”

“Fine,” Jude snapped. “What are you doing today? What restful activity are you going to engage in? Maybe I’ll join you.”

Taryn raised an eyebrow. “I’m meeting Vivi and Heather at the mall.” She paused. “Want to come?”

Jude was a thousand percent sure Taryn had invited Jude to her daily activity because she was completely assured of Jude’s rejection of the idea; they weren’t exactly the type of twins who spent time together. But Jude couldn’t think of a better activity to keep her fraught mind occupied. At least while shopping she’d hopefully be so annoyed she’d have no choice but to stop thinking about last night.

“Sure,” Jude replied, causing Taryn’s eyes to widen.

“Really?” Jude shrugged in response. “Um, okay,” Taryn said, clearly bewildered. “I’m aiming to leave at noon.”

“I’ll be ready.”

Jude showered quickly, for fear that if she lingered under the warm spray of water that she would do something incredibly stupid. Like imagine in vivid detail the way Cardan’s tongue was so much softer than she anticipated while she ran her hands over her soapy body. Nope. She would not indulge in those thoughts. She still loathed every part of him.

Jude let the small flames of fury lick at her wounds. She relished in the familiar feeling of being annoyed with Cardan. Much better than thinking about other things regarding him.

. . .

“Are you sure you aren’t bored?” Taryn asked, stepping out of the dressing room in another outfit. She frowned in the mirror, tugging the sweater down and then fluffing it up, clearly displeased with the way it looked on her, though Jude couldn’t imagine why. It looked fine.

Jude rolled her eyes. “I’m positive. This is… fun?”

Taryn laughed as she took in her twin’s tone. “You’re totally lying, but, whatever.” She looked Jude over, who was slumped against the wall, phone in hand, rewatching practice video. “Only one more outfit, and then I’m finished, I swear,” Taryn continued, and Jude shrugged, content to let her sister shop to her heart’s content.

“Wanna text Viv and see where she and Heather are?” Taryn shouted over the closed door.

“Sure,” Jude replied, getting out her phone to text her other sister.

Where r u?

Vivi replied with a string of makeup emojis, leaving Jude flummoxed.

I don’t know what that means, she replied.

Vivi replied with a facepalm emoji and one word in all caps: SEPHORA.

“They’re at Sephora,” Jude said, not looking up from her phone as she texted back two thumbs up emojis.

“Ooh, good, I just ran out of mascara,” Taryn said, swinging the door open and revealing her last outfit. She looked herself over in the mirror, frowning slightly as she tugged at the sleeves of the dress. “Ugh, why does nothing look right today?”

Jude felt that, as she looked herself over. Nothing felt right today. Her jeans and t-shirt felt too tight, making it hard to take a full breath. She felt like she was itchy inside her own skin. Shopping had barely distracted her at all. And she still hadn’t figured out what she was going to say to Cardan tomorrow. She was calling today a wash.

Taryn disappeared into the changing room again, and reappeared quickly in her own clothes, leaving an entire dressing room filled with clothes she apparently wasn’t getting. Jude did not understand shopping. What a waste of time and energy.

The smell of soft pretzel wafted through the floor as they made their way to Sephora, and Jude asked Taryn if they could stop and get one.

“Are you sure?” Taryn asked, eyeing the butter and salt covered dough glistening in the window. “It’s not like you to carbo load outside a competition day…”

Jude rolled her eyes. Taryn had spent her entire life witnessing Madoc’s policing of Jude’s food intake, but today Jude wanted nothing more than salty-carby goodness in her mouth. And she refused to feel guilty about it.

She had about half the pretzel before she started to feel ill and handed the rest to Taryn. She felt the pretzel sloshing around her stomach uncomfortably and couldn’t help but be annoyed that Taryn was right. She shouldn’t have had the stupid fucking pretzel. Although it was nice to feel an uncomfortable sensation that wasn’t thinking about Cardan for a few minutes.

Taryn barely waited for Jude’s small nod of approval to peel off once they got into Sephora. Jude didn’t care. She planned to trail through the aisles of the giant store, looking for her other sister. She was rounding the third aisle when she heard a familiar voice.

“When you asked if I wanted to hang out, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Lock grumbled, and Jude laughed internally. She wondered who had dragged Locke to the mall today. She felt the absolute same.

She was about to call out to Locke and save him from his shopping woes when she spotted a familiar face next to him. The one she had purposefully gone to the mall to avoid.

Her feet paused as he flicked his dark, angry eyes toward Locke – a look she thought was solely reserved for her – and frowned. “I told you I wasn’t in the mood.”

“I’ve never known you not to be in the mood,” Locke complained, and Jude realized that she was just standing still, staring and eavesdropping on a conversation she absolutely didn’t want to be a part of. Not wanting to hear or see Cardan’s reaction, she spun on her foot and turned the other way, crashing directly into Vivi.

“Jude!” she said far too loudly for the small aisle. Jude couldn’t help but cringe. “There you are!” Vivi looked around the aisle, filled with glitters and shadows. “Looking for something in particular?” she asked, a skeptical smile spreading across her face.

Jude sighed loudly as she heard a throat clear behind her. She really hoped she’d have a few more hours before she had to confront him. But apparently the universe had other plans.

“Twice in two days?” Vivi laughed, running around Jude to embrace Cardan. “What a privilege.”

“Likewise,” Cardan said smoothly.

“Locke!” Taryn squealed, her shopping bag in hand, launching herself at Jude’s partner. The pair had become close during Taryn’s brief stint in skating, but they apparently hadn’t caught up in a while because Taryn immediately pulled Locke aside, asking her to tell her everything about his life. Locke looked wistfully at Cardan as Taryn pulled him away, but Jude gulped as she realized that Cardan’s eyes hadn’t left her since he spotted her trying to flee the aisle.

“So, what kind of trouble did you get into last night?” Vivi asked Cardan, poking him with her sharp elbow and wiggling her eyebrows.

Cardan smiled softly and laughed. “Who? Me? Trouble?”

Jude could feel the pretzel again, and she attempted to swallow back the wave of nausea that appeared as she vividly recalled Cardan’s mouth on hers for the hundredth time since it happened.

Vivi rolled her eyes and smirked. “You forget I’ve known you your entire life, babe,” she laughed. “And I know you love makeup,” she said, pointing at the products in front of him, “But, I didn’t think red lipstick was really your style.”

Cardan swallowed, and Jude’s eyes dragged over his pale throat, watching it bob.

“So, who was she?” Vivi prodded, and Jude took a deep breath, trying to quell her churning stomach. He wouldn’t actually say, would he?

Cardan smirked, his lips curling up as he batted his dark lashes at Vivi. “Someone far too famous to name drop.”

Vivi sighed loudly. “No fun,” she pouted, and Cardan shrugged. “One time or repeat?”

“Nosy!” Heather chided her girlfriend, but Vivi had no shame. She loved to gossip, and apparently Cardan had no problem indulging her.

“Depends on what she wants,” Cardan said far too calmly for Jude’s raging nausea.

“Ooh,” Vivi said, her face lighting up with a bright smile. “Do you think she’s into it? Def a repeat customer?”

Cardan’s smile widened as he looked Jude over, and Jude could feel herself paling under his scrutinizing gaze. A soft sweat broke out beneath her hair at the nape of her neck. She felt clammy all over.

“Can’t tell,” he replied, and Jude swallowed again, her saliva somehow dried up in the three minutes Vivi and Cardan had started talking.

“Well, let me know,” Vivi laughed. “I’m invested in red-lips now.”

Heather frowned again and nudged her girlfriend as she reassured Cardan. “You don’t have to do that. Vivi just doesn’t know when things aren’t her business,” she sighed.

“Whatever,” Vivi scoffed. “As if I haven’t heard all about Cardan’s lengthy list of conquests.”

Conquest.

The word rang throughout Jude’s skull, and suddenly she couldn’t control her nausea any longer. Her stomach lurched as Cardan stared at her, leaping into her throat. She was going to be sick. For real.

She ran to the end of the aisle where the small trash can for makeup wipes was, and heaved up the entire contents of her stomach.

“Jude!” Vivi gasped.

Jude clenched onto the edge of the trash, her knuckles white as she tried to breathe through the remaining nausea.

She spat into the trashcan, and she sighed in relief as a tissue appeared in front of her face. She grabbed it, ignoring the way the dark nailed fingers brushed against hers and quickly retracted as she wiped her mouth and stood up.

“Are you okay?” Vivi asked, concerned, and Jude nodded slightly, ignoring Cardan’s furrowed brow or the way his hand hovered over her back, not wanting to touch her, but not moving further away either.

Taryn reappeared, wrinkling her nose slightly as she took in Jude and what had happened in the trash. “I told you not to have that pretzel.”

“You ready to go?” Locke asked. “I think I deserve a reward for all these hours of shopping,” he winked at Cardan, and Cardan rolled his eyes but did nothing to suppress the smile that curled across his lips.

Jude doubled over and vomited into the trash again.

~*~*~

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philliamwrites · 3 years

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Ocean Eyes, Golden Mind

Fandom: All For The Game (Nora Sakavic)

Pairing: Neil/Andrew

Tags: #math nerd neil, #neil with glasses, #no exy

Summary: In which Neil hates his new prescribed glasses until they attract the interest of a certain Andrew Minyard.

Commissioner: Ziegenkind

Notes: Title taken from Billie Eilish’s ‘Ocean Eyes.’

Ocean Eyes, Golden Mind

Dude, it’s just a frat party. Who doesn’t go to frat parties?

The message flashes Neil’s screen white, its sender none other than his roommate Nicky who is supposed to study for an upcoming test in Public Policy in exactly nineteen hours. That’s what Neil writes him. Nicky’s reply comes instantly.

Those who study tend not to party. You know. Like you.

Neil leaves him on read. If he wants to party, he’ll lock himself inside his room, two bottles of Jack Daniel’s by his side while watching every existing compilation of cats attacking people on the small screen of his phone. He knows how to have a good time, alright. Not everyone has to set their scale like Nicky: More than once Neil has been the spectator of him coming back to the dormitory completely wasted, but still eager enough to get frozen waffles from the fridge. Being too drunk to put them in the toaster, he usually just climbs up to his top bunk and puts them between his thighs to eat them partially defrosted. It’s this fragile line between genius and stupidity that has Neil doubting if he should fill in a request for changing roommates or just live with the fact that Nicky Hemmick is one special kind of man.

So instead of spending his night curled into himself, wall against his back and eyes on every stranger distributing awful shots, Neil sits at the Math Tutoring Centre on the west side of the campus and gives group tutoring sessions.

Math comes to Neil like breathing. Like Bertrand Russel said, not only does Mathematics possess truth, but supreme beauty—a beauty cold and austere, like that of a sculpture. It is sublimely pure, and capable of a stern perfection such as only the greatest art can show. It is poetry—elegant and deep—of logical ideas to create harmony in a written line. Once he tried to explain that to Nicky over microwaved Mac n Cheese with Girls running in the background, clearly overestimating him, because Nicky only stared into space for a few seconds, and replied, “You really need to get laid, man.”

Reluctant at the beginning, Neil only agreed to join the Tutor Program because his math professor promised to throw in some extra cash. Something about raising the graduate numbers in order to get the board of education off his back. That’s where Neil’s jurisdiction of interest ends, but he has enjoyed it more than expected—the empty hallways, the harsh light of the ceiling lamps, the smell of chalk, the faint echoes of students still lingering in classrooms. There’s this magic about the Palmetto State University at night—a vulnerability that can only live once the sun sets behind the horizon. When else would he find a kid sleeping under a table in the library, or seniors breaking down in tears for exact 10 minutes before continuing their studies as if nothing has happened.

There’s another reason he’d rather spend his evening on campus, one Nicky doesn’t need to know because then Neil won’t hear the end of it. That reason being 5’0’’ tall chemistry prodigy Andrew Minyard, sitting in the last row of Neil’s math sessions each Friday. He only knows about him thanks to Nicky’s never-ending complaints, but that never really stopped him from throwing a few or more glances in Andrew’s direction. Just curiosity, of course.

So when he stands in front of the blackboard now, putting away his lesson papers which are full of numbers and equations—the kind that has enough letters to look like sentences—he feels dozens eyes burn holes in the back of his neck, and one pair belongs to Andrew. No one asks why he’s here, but everyone knows he doesn’t need to be.

In his one year of giving tutoring sessions, Neil has learnt that exactly three types of students exist: Students who are really good, certainly not in need of the extra lessons, but going anyway for some extra ego-buff and unnecessary brain-flexing. The second type is students who are okay, doing their tasks, following the lesson, not really attracting any attention safe for some crude jokes. The last type has Neil questioning his belief in the educational system of the whole state because he doesn’t understand how they are allowed inside the sacred halls of PSU.

Andrew is a special type on his own—the enigma that keeps Neil awake at two in the morning because he’s desperate to solve it, but without knowing where to start, he’s just running in circles. His fingers itch to solve an equation with multiple variables, to find the solution to a problem and get it off his mind.

He doubts it will be this easy with Andrew.

“Before we continue to look at scalar products in R- and C-vector spaces, we’ll consider bilinear and semi-bilinear forms in general, and link them to matrices for their representation to chosen bases.” Neil’s hand flies across the board, leaving letters and parenthesizes that look like bizarre drawings—art in its most complex form. Once he’s finished, he takes a step away, wipes the chalk on his fingers off on his jeans, and turns to his audience. “What happens to this equation with the semi-bilinear form σ?”

Two hands shoot up immediately. He ignores them; no need to feed their ego, and instead picks a freshman who’s been staring at his phone for the last ten minutes. Making way, Neil moves back to the student’s seats and leans against a desk.

Is it the farthest place away from the board? It is.

Is it the closest that will get him to Andrew? Might be so.

It certainly gives him a good look at what Andrew’s been doing since Neil started—and that is not solving a single task on the paper Neil has handed out at the beginning of the session. Andrew, apparently bored before it even started, has taken out a slip of paper with a sudoku puzzle on it and is solving it against his leg, completely linked out of the instruction.

Neil tries not to stare too much at Andrew’s bare arms, and instead looks back at the board.

“Does that look right?” the freshman—Rhys or Rheeze or something like that—asks, turning around.

Neil narrows his eyes and squints at the board. He can’t make out a single thing, and that’s bad, yes, but his feet betray him, staying rooted where they are instead of reducing the distance until he can distinguish σ from a.

“Where does the l come from,” he asks. Multiple heads snap in his direction.

“That’s a j, Josten,” someone says from the other side of the room.

Neil squints harder. “And the u?”

“A μ.”

“No, it’s a v,” a girl next to Neil says, and that’s when the everyone starts shouting about what’s on the board and what isn’t.

Neil bears it for a solid minute before he surrenders. He pulls a small case from his pocket, opens it. Puts his glasses on.

The whole room goes silent.

Neil checks the equation, nods. “Correct. Who’s next?”

Multiple people stir, one manages to get up, and walks straight into a table leg. Neil questions that ‘straight’, because only then the freshman guy stops staring at Neil and steers his attention to the equation on the blackboard.

It was a bad idea, and Neil still hates Allison for forcing him to go. She’d dragged him to the doctor last week to get his eyes tested, annoyed by his never-ending questions of ‘What’s written there?’ or ‘Is that a six or an eight?’.

“They’re my eyes,” Neil had said, arms crossed as he sat in the office and waited for his turn.

“And it’s me who has to see your ugly squinting face,” Allison had replied.

Two hours later Neil had finally his prescriptions but that didn’t mean he was free from Allison’s clutches. He would have been fine with some glasses from the dollar store, but she insisted that if he’s going to wear them more than once a day, he should get designer glasses—thin frames and a color that matches his copper hair. She suggested gold. Neil picked black. The look of disappointment on Allison’s face was something that deserved its own painting to commemorate it. But once they’d finally chosen the right pair, she’d given him the very same look most of the students are giving him now—a mix between slight awe and disbelief as if he’s grown a second head. Or owes them all a month’s worth of lunch money.

“Well,” had Allison said at least, turning away to pack up and go home. “Tigers have their stripes. I have my eyeliner.” She threw him another scrutinizing look over her shoulder. “You have your glasses.” If it was supposed to make him feel better, it didn’t work, and right now he regrets nothing more than allowing Allison to drag him around.

Neil’s eyes land on Andrew’s sudoku puzzle, now half-hidden under his papers, and he sees now that he isn’t even solving the thing, but simply coloring in the empty squares.

He takes a second too long and meets Andrew’s eyes staring back at him.

“Problem, Josten?” Andrew asks with a blank expression, tapping the end of his pen against his monochrome picture of black and white squares.

Neil wants to see how far he can push until he walks against a brick wall and breaks something. He returns his gaze to the board but feels Andrew’s eyes like a solid touch on the back of his neck.

After the session, the students hurry outside, still throwing curious glances over their shoulders at Neil and if he could merge with the back of his chair and disappear forever, that would be totally okay. It isn’t until a shadow looms above him that he looks up from his own homework and draws in a careful breath when Andrew towers above him.

Neil raises an eyebrow. “Problem, Minyard?”

Andrew’s face gives nothing away, and when he stretches out a hand, Neil doesn’t flinch. His glasses slip off easily, held between Andrew’s thumb and index finger.

“Nicky told me he’s trying to convince you to join him tomorrow,” Andrew says. Neil needs a second, because that is the most words he’s heard out of Andrew’s mouth.

“I have no reason to go,” Neil says, his eyes jumping up and down, from the equation that makes his sight blur to Andrew leaning his slender waist against the table.

“You have one now.” It’s barely neutral enough to not sound like a threat, but Neil stares at Andrew nonetheless, and when he puts Neil’s glasses on, Neil’s heart does a weird stutter. He’s still starring at Andrew when he leaves the room, and no, his eyes don’t stray, they stay on Andrew’s broad back, and if they dip lower it’s because of the light.

Once he’s alone, Neil takes a deep breath, exhales slowly. Puts his head in his arms and counts to ten in French first, then again in German. His heart still does this weird thing, trying to bruise his ribs from the inside.

He gets his phone, texts Nicky he’ll go to the frat party tomorrow and puts it away, not interested in his roommate’s reply. There’s still the equation he needs to solve, but for the first time Neil’s heart isn’t really into math, and he is quite alright with it.

#philliamwrites #ao3 #fanfiction #aftg #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #all for the game #andrew x neil #neil x andrew #andrew/neil #neil/andrew

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Idw Prowl is an evil SOB (took him two years to send the Wreckers to Garrus-9 and help Maxy (who was protecting all the war crimes the Bots did), put Maxy’s torturer and a war criminal on board the Lost Light cuz why not, sent Pharma to Delphi knowing it was DJD territory)

Prowl... Prowl’s creation and competence in his area of work is astounding. He is brilliant, creative, and defiantly apathetic of this world. But, he is very human in his own way. IDW Prowl is selfish, yet not. He is a unique in that aspect because most people make decisions like his for the sole reason of benefiting themselves. But Prowl’s sole reason of existing is to create PEACE.

Peace. Peace can only be done when people are complacent, happy, and satisfied. When things are stationary. Stable.

But life is never stable. Elements desire to form bonds, yet are almost always leaning towards to instability... Prowl’s form of PEACE is a world where there is no fighting. But everything sentient requires to fulfill its desires. As long as there is desire, people will fight.

A world of PEACE would be a world of full control, there are no surprises, no change. Safety, routines, and constants. No creativity, no development... nothing. stagnant.

But I must admire Prowl’s tenacity and dedication to this world!

He sacrifices everything for the sake of the directive, preserve cybertron, PEACE. He sacrifices his morals (Robot Gets Bullied By a Human), his dignity (Recent News, Cop Accepts Orgy For The Means of Establishing Peace, his body (Recent News, Cop gets Molested by A Spider for The Autobot Cause), and of course, thousands of lives (Not Recent News). :D Prowl respects and understands that there will always be chaos and instability, and he is so very flexible around it all! He literally can maximize everything and anything he has. He is the embodiment of consequentialism with a lil dash of politics. I wish my group project members were 1% as productive as him! Prowl tries to put everything black and white, and he gets upset when things get far more tricky, and wants to get everything in control so people can stay safe and remain in peace and not fight! And that’s a respectable goal! Control can be good, it means one understands and is able to retain themselves and the thing they are controlling. But Prowl doesn’t want to accept that there are things out of his control. And Prowl likes to think he’s justified when he controls the uncontrollable.

I mean, yeah, if he didn’t do what he did, the autobots would have been six feet under A LOT EARLIER. Optimus is not a good leader, preserving organic life over his own soldiers? Psh. Look at Spike, he’s got valid points and can I understand why he left the ‘bots. Prowl’s probably thinking everyday, DAMN, OP, WHY R U SO DUMB. LISTEN WE NEED TO FEED OUR SOLDIERS AND PRIORITIZE OUR SPECIES LIVES INSTEAD OF THIS FUCKING CARBON BASED CIRCLE. HELLO??? And literally Prowl could have been like I’m gonna get ya assassinated so I CAN HAVE IT MY WAY. But Prowl was BORN for the RULES. To follow, to MAKE PEACE. Killing the prime figurehead is against that, even if it would make his life way easier! (hence, not that selfish and also sad that your life is the rules. That’s a short leash, but he makes due)

Honestly I feel bad for Prowl. Must suck to be so big brain that everyone hates you when you say the truths (but also you could learn some more tricks from Jazz to be nicer and hide the truth, but that’s scary because a nicer prowl means more people he can trick and use. Thanks Prowl for being so straightforward! Now people can avoid you easier). He's so straightforward about things that need to be done, he’s in constant denial about the grey area of life!

That’s why when Spike slapped Prowl with reality slaps, Prowl lost some of his shit. Remember, nearly everyone had the edgy depressed time in their teens or young adult years where you realize the world is truly unfair and nothing is black and white? Yeah. Slap that on a 6+ million year old robot with a battle computer and is capable of big brain CPU-age, and was literally built for the sole purpose of enforcing rules and making peace? And no one really cared about Prowl enough to understand him and his background. So Prowl goes through his angst moment alone with his huge titties, frustrated. THIS. IS. WHY. YOU. COMMUNICATE. YA DINGUS.

Prowl doesn’t become a school shooter like Pharma cuz hes got bigger brain and a lot more power and control over himself, but he literally becomes Shadow The Hedgehog (Even if the world’s against me I’ll fight like I’ve always have). HE’S GONE ROGUE. MA’AM, SIR, THE FUCKING OREO COOKIE HAS TRANSFORMED AND ROLLED OUT. like. OP was the one thing holding prowl back, which was good! But now prowl’s on the roll and bumblebee is too nice and passive to hold him back. + the bombshell brainwash? feels so bad. being prowl sucks. because Prowl is a necessary evil.

At least he’s wonderfully blunt about his goal to create a peaceful cybertron, which makes it easier if you want to avoid him or smth. meanwhile you have fake people IRL that smile their way through and then slit your throat and you won’t even know it was them (hey jazz, no offense, but that’s what spec ops does). Fakers are the scariest enemy, but Prowl is still a threat, just not as big as a someone who fluffs you up on a balloon and then pops it. Prowl would just be like, hey, you’re really useful, come over here in my white van i wanna show you something and then maybe you get destroyed. But hey! You were the one with the highest chance of surviving compared to other people! Isn’t that great? You’re so skilled WOW. (Prowl gets punched. Again!) Prowl represents the necessary evil in society. We WILL ALWAYS HAVE EVIL people in this world. But Prowl is a far better evil than people who do evil for their own selfish reasons. It’s like how we have law enforcers and politicians . It’s basically giving them legal rights to do illegal things (lmao). BUT we need them regardless. We need those people to get their hands dirty, possibly killed, so that people can live in innocence and peace.

I don’t think Prowl ever realized that he was a necessary evil, and when Spike showed him that, he was bitter. But he accepted it. Which I respect because most people can’t be bothered to understand themselves and just throw themselves in denial, and point fingers for their flaws. Prowl sucks up and understands who he is, and he makes the best of it to achieve his goal. I mean, honestly? Prowl is probably a miracle worker. Not in a Ratchet sense. But look at the way modern governments run, nothing gets done, everything is stalled because no one has the guts to make sacrifices. Prowl would have gotten a shit ton of things done, man, and take quick efficient action. Even if he sacrifices many things for it. (Warning. I do not condone any taking of lives, NO ONE has the right to judge whenever a person should live or die.) Prowl reminds me of 秦始皇 (Qin Shi Huang), the king who unified China and sacrificed millions to make the Great Wall, canals, and road systems that last to this day. If it wasn’t for these accomplishments, China wouldn’t have been what it is today. Was it a good thing? For the future residents of China? Hell yeah. But the costs? Those are sins that can never be erased, and they are horrible and shouldn't be done ever again. Was it necessary? Perhaps. But that’s another discussion. Is Prowl evil? Depends on your definition of evil. Perhaps he’s justified, perhaps in his world, he’ll go down as the Qin Shi Huang of the Cybertronians. Regardless, Prowl like Pharma, is an EXCELLENT example to study on public ethics, and administrative officials should analyze him and learn from his mistakes and sins. I think Prowl is not evil in a sense that he wishes to harm others, but evil in a sense of his apathy. Prowl is a necessary component to a functional society (someone to plot, to use people, to enforce rules even if some are sacrificed, someone who can get their hands dirty). He lives a terrible and sad fate, and I do not wish ANYONE to live a life like Prowl’s or look up to Prowl. Yes, he’s so clever and brilliant, but that kind of power will make you the loneliest person on Earth.

Thanks Prowl for taking the entire load of sin on your shoulders! Big MVP! You get nothing from the world except hate and contempt. I would go on about him more but I have IRL stuff to do. I love Prowl as an example to tell people that MODERATION. COMMUNICATION. AND COMPASSION are important factors to have a healthy and good mental state. Prowl is the perfect example of someone who doesn’t want to empathize (haha so many people are like this today), who doesn’t want to try to use more braincells and friends help to make better plans that are more moderate and not extreme, and who doesn’t want to talk to anyone thinking its a waste of time or have difficulty explaining things. BUT I LOVE G1 PROWL because he has far more patience and manners, and doesn’t take a darker, route for his goals. awhohdohd he’s baby,,, i wish all cops had patience and manners and in general open-minded yet cautious enough not to be taken advantage of,,,, perhaps then we wouldn’t have so much polarization and fighting with authority in this world....

uwuwwuwuwuw they did prowl so dirty in idw WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ;____; Again, you are welcome to disagree or agree! I wrote this really quickly so I’m sure there will be points that could be clarified or edited. Prowl’s really complicated and I do not like to talk about current IRL problems, but Prowl represents a lot of problems in society. And I think it’s critical if we try to look at both perspectives to get an understanding on WHY people do these things, and is there a solution to AVOID making those same mistakes? There’s a couple of controversial things in this short essay I wrote, esp. about cops IRL. So feel free to have at it! Or ignore it! Whichever is more comfortable for you! Thanks for coming to my ted talk! Again, Prowl is a bad influence and a sorrowful life to live. please do not try to be like prowl. xD I won’t intrude on you if you do, because you have a right to live the life you want as long as you’re not hurting other people’s interests and wellbeing!

#prowl #transformers #idw #asks #omfg #prowl is so horrible to write about #ugh #oof #idw prowl is the bane of my existence #i love g1 prowl

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Alex Summers, after the most recent of 128979889...

Why don’t you write Marvel? You couldn’t possibly do any worse and I could use the laughs!

Lol, its a nice dream, but realistically I don’t think there’s any universe in which Marvel would ever let me write the X-Men.

Like, my very first story would probably have Bobby refreezing the Arctic while Storm heads up a team of elementals to combat climate change. And then a Republican senator and a Democrat senator would go on TV and make a bipartisan show of expressing their gratitude towards mutants for helping save the planet and this is the real future of humanity, this is them all building a world where they can live side by side in a mutually beneficial -

And then the broadcast would cut off because Cypher just hacked every satellite worldwide and said “all your binary codes belong to me now, resistance is futile, blah blah” before turning the camera to Sunspot who’s all decked out in his snazziest suit and dressed to the nines. Roberto yawns and flips the whole world off and says “LOL fuck you, the X-Men are done with respectability politics, we took a vote and our democratic process actually works, we don’t have a fucking electoral college. We only saved the planet because it happens to be the planet we live on, dipshits, nobody did it for you, you’re still cordially invited to go extinct. Or you can play nice and try getting along with the rest of us for a change but good luck trying to make Sentinels happen again, lmao, funding’s gonna be an issue for you pretty soon I think.”

He turns off the camera and goes back to planning his and Sam’s wedding, because look, I have my priorities, okay.

Then Mystique unleashes her new Fellowship of Evil (Same Name, But This Time Its Evil as in STFU, Its Ironic U Assholes) Mutants that she’s been recruiting from the ranks of the young and disenchanted. Overnight, the market is flooded with gold and gems transmuted from ordinary materials by mutant powers, as well as a bunch of shit ‘liberated’ from the coffers of the 1% via her Fellowship’s alliance with her son-in-law’s Thieves’ Guild. Value plummets instantly, and then technopaths join in the fun, crashing every banking system worldwide.

“Whoopsie, I broke capitalism, money’s worthless now, vive la revolution, everyone eat some fucking cake,” Raven sing-songs merrily from the chaise she’s lounging on while eating grapes. The city outside her window is burning. Meanwhile, a fiddler is playing nearby. She calls him Nero, because Aesthetic.

“Oh relax,” she rolls her eyes when Remy attempts to frown at her disapprovingly. “I had my teleporters evacuate the city before I set it on fire. I’m not a heartless monster, you know.”

“You mean you didn’t want to spend the next ten years dealing with your children yelling at you about innocent civilians and how could you,” Remy says dryly.

Mystique just shrugs and eats some more grapes. “Or that.”

Far-right dominated police forces and white supremacist militia groups attempt to forcibly establish martial law, except mostly they’re just standing around clutching their heads and trying to cope with the mother of all migraines as a gestalt of telepathic minds headed up by a Cerebro-powered octet of Jean, Emma, Betsy, Rachel, Quentin, and the Stepford Cuckoos psychically screams FAKE NEWS!!! into their brains every time their CO’s attempt to bark out new orders.

“Best school project ever,” Quire shouts. Emma smirks.

“Extra credit to the first person to psychically leak the full extent of just how extensively governments have invaded their citizens’ privacy with surveillance extremism in the name of national security.”

Jean attempts a half second of chastisement, but with them all linked this closely, there’s really no way to hide that she’s mostly just amused. Oh no, she and Emma are seeing eye to eye on something and there are witnesses and everything. The revolution was a mistake.

Atlanteans and mutant hydrokinetics team up to shove the worst oil and toxic waste and trash spills up onto the shores of every beach marked ‘privately owned’. The mile-wide ‘island’ of plastic debris that formerly sat in the middle of the Pacific is now parked off the coast of Malibu.

There’s a twenty foot demon from Limbo sitting in the Oval Office. It burps. Illyana beams and boops its nose. “Good boy.” It wags its tail and breaks the Oval Office.

Kitty and Kurt direct teams of similarly powered mutants in raiding the top secret R&D facilities of major pharmaceutical companies for all their research on diseases that never made it to mass production because they decided those treatments or cures wouldn’t be profitable in the long run because healthy people don’t need to spend a ton of money on medical care. Teams of healers are standing by to vet the viability of various research, while Hank, Cece and other mutant geniuses are already working on filling in the gaps on all the projects that were shutdown and Forge, Madison Jeffries and tech-based geniuses are converting existing infrastructure into the necessary machinery to take over mass production of these drugs, prosthetics, and sweatshop labor in general.

Speedsters and teleporters are redistributing food and stocking up the millions of properties worldwide that have just been sitting there empty for god knows how long, useless. Colossus is standing in the smashed remains of a mansion with his arms crossed sternly while a man who is definitely not meant to resemble the CEOs of either Tesla or Amazon or look like some kind of Musky Bozo hybrid cowers on the floor.

“You are a very stupid man,” Colossus says. “Why are you wasting billions funding research into space travel when there are aliens with a strong grasp of the technology in the ships that brought them here on every superhero team on Earth? You could have easily provided the Earth with working and widely accessible space travel by now if you weren’t so miserly.”

“Yeah,” Juggernaut says behind him, scratching his head. “Aliens have been coming and going from this planet for like fifty years. There are tons of fancy spaceships anyone could’ve just reverse engineered and mass produced by now. How come nobody’s ever done that and we’re all just acting like space travel is some far-off dream when everyone we know’s been to space like at least ten times?”

“Stupid people,” Colossus rumbles again. Musky Bozo wets himself and Piotr sighs and shakes his head. He didn’t even touch him.

Cyclops and Wolverine and their teams of bruisers are already done with the ICE facilities and have progressed to busting open prisons and liberating all nonviolent offenders. They inform everyone else that they can appeal to a panel of telepaths to read their minds and see for themselves that they’re innocent.

“Guilt determined by mind-reading?” Someone asks. “Lots of potential for sketchiness there.”

“Absolutely,” Scott says. “Which is why laws about boundaries and oversight have to be established. For now, its a volunteer basis only. Nobody has to get their mind read, but its an option available in the meanwhile as we sort out a better system for determining who’s been imprisoned for crimes of premeditated malice and abuse and who’s just been railroaded by an unjust and biased system.”

“So this is your new utopia, huh?” Sneers the prison warden, from the floor where he’s on his ass with a busted face because, idk, Reasons.

Scott just shakes his head. “No. It’s merely a start.”

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, but if its broke and you wanna fix it, you gotta start somewhere,” Logan says gruffly. “Shit was broke. This is ‘starting somewhere.’”

He and Scott share a very Passionate look of camaraderie. Rogue sighs loudly.

“Just fuck already, jfc.”

Logan grunts. He already offered, but apparently all Personal Business must wait until after the Revolution was over, because a Scott Summers who put himself first was very clearly an impostor, so its not like Logan could even fucking get mad considering Scott putting in a pin in sucking each other’s faces after their We Were Both Dead But Now We’re Not and Also What the Fuck Was Up With Us For the Five Whole Years Before That reunion was what confirmed that it was definitely the Real Scott’s tongue in his mouth.

“Alright, let’s move it people,” Logan barks, clapping his hands. “There’s three more joints to hit before sundown. We got a timetable here.”

Jubilee squints at him suspiciously. “Since when are you efficient?”

“Mind your own fucking business.”

At no point does anyone suggest they erase the most sacred sites of all the world’s major religions and call them all fake or randomly resurrect a bunch of dinosaurs and release them on unsuspecting and innocent populations, because those are terrible ideas and make no sense and just because they’re stinkin’ commies now doesn’t mean they’re fucking morons.

Also, nobody grows a ridiculous beard or stops using shampoo or starts wearing flip flops or robes, because apparently those are not actually essential components of being a stinkin’ commie or even just a garden variety peace-aspiring socialist. They checked. Extensively. It was almost a dealbreaker. Emma, Monet and Roberto all threatened to side with the Capitalist Pigs if that was not thoroughly clarified before proceeding any further.

Thus ends my first issue. I email Marvel the script. They email it back, almost entirely redacted in red, with the note “This isn’t quite what we were looking for. Do you have anything about a new cure for mutants, maybe?”

I email them back: LOL NO. MAGNETO WAS RIGHT.

I am promptly fired.

I go back to ranting about how Marvel sucks on the internet.

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saw your bullet journal post and holy shit how tf r u so productive, that's amazing... it takes me months to finish just one novel dfgkjndfgkjn i also rlly want to work on my languages too bc i feel so illiterate and just UGH how do you do it, you intelligent and hardworking person, you. any tips on time management/productivity and getting yourself to read more?

hey, thanks! would you believe that I used to be in exactly the same boat? honestly I used to procrastinate so badly that I never got anything done, and reading a single book would take me months. like looking back and comparing me then to me now is like looking at a completely different person. I never thought I would be capable of even half of this productivity.

there’s no quick way to do it, I’m afraid. three things worked for me: determination, discipline, and keeping a bullet journal.

determination to keep focus on where you want to be and the kind of person you want to be; discipline because getting shit done is literally just about doing task after task until it’s done, even if you don’t want to; and a bullet journal to keep track of things. never underestimate how motivating ticking boxes is.

it’s so difficult to get moving, but once you’re moving stay moving.

it’s so much easier to do something every day, even if it’s a reduced workload, than to do nothing at all. recognise everything you do, and be proud of yourself. no task is too small. there are days where I write 100 words and read a single page because I’m too tired/distracted to do any more, but it’s something. you don’t have to move mountains to feel like you achieved something. moving a mountain would require many months of chipping away at smaller tasks anyway.

which reminds me that discipline is so important.

there’s gonna be days where you don’t want to do anything. there’s gonna be days where you probably have a good reason for not wanting to do it. but you have to. as much as you should reward yourself, you need to be tough on yourself too. there’s a difference between recognising and respecting your own limits, and coddling yourself. the former will make you a good worker. the latter will make you lazy.

as for reading specifically, build up a tolerance.

your attention span can seriously decrease if you don’t frequently do long-focus tasks, or you might have other reasons for losing concentration*. start small, with easy to read books, or just a few pages at a time. build up your tolerance. and if a book hooks you, read it all. a day spent reading is never a day wasted. there have been days where I’ve abandoned half of my tasks to finish a book, I believe in that principle so strongly. I also found a goal helps with this: mind is 50 books a year, minimum. perhaps setting a goal might help you, too!

*other reasons for losing concentration

would you believe I have ADHD? if you’re like me and suffer from any kind of disorder where your brain just. occasionally will not do the thing (I had this ask open with the first two sentences written and then forgot about the tab for 45 minutes; only seeing “answer asks” in my bullet journal saved me from forgetting completely) here’s some tips for getting shit done anyway. they might not work for everyone, but they might give you some ideas.

reading-specific

read aloud if you can, or mouth the words as you read them. people will say this isn’t “proper” or that only kids read that way but like my literal literature-degree-holding ass tell you that’s bullshit. if it helps you concentrate go for it.

sometimes I find adding more noise helps, because I can swap what I’m focusing on. I listen to music or watch compilations in the background, and bounce my concentration between it.

other times only complete silence helps. don’t be afraid to lock yourself somewhere for a while.

getting shit done in general

write shit down! in a bullet journal or notebook or anything! lists will help you remember.

have many distractions. usually when I’m working on something I’ll have three or four other things to bounce between. instead of getting 100% of one task done, I’ll get 25% of four, and that’s a) something and b) a base to work off of the next day.

when you’re really restless caffeine can help. this seems like bullshit but it’s actually true for some people.

do attention-heavy things (reading, studying, writing, etc) after doing something energy-heavy, like exercising, going out, or something similar. you may be able to concentrate better because some of the excess energy has been burned off.

if it’s just not happening, leave it. come back to it later. go away and do something else, chill a bit, do something you know you’ll love. if you’re in danger of hyperfocusing and losing the whole day, set an alarm to jolt you back. if it’s boring you there’s no point keeping at it; you’ll just resent it and start to dread it. take a break and come back.

break things into really small tasks. it’s fun to tick boxes and if the tasks are small you’re more likely to do them.

set deadlines and get friends to hold you accountable! this works with bigger projects.

many of these can work for anyone, too! I hope this helps, and happy reading/studying!

#anon #asks

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hello everyone!! as a high school junior taking 4 aps, 3 other classes, preparing for the act, trying to do college research, stage managing a musical, and trying not to lose my mind, here are some fun n handy tips for not Dying when ur schedule is hell!

if you found this post helpful maybe give it a like/reblog and check out my other posts here!

01 | PLANNING AND PREPARING

so much of getting and staying organized has to do with organizing your time in advance. there are a million ways to do this--google calendar, a bullet journal, a planner, some post-it notes. my system involves three parts: a google calendar, a planner, and an online to-do list app.

google calendar: this is mostly for events. i can see when i have rehearsals, classes, doctor’s appointments, etc. this helps me see how much available time i have and budgeting it properly.

planner: i take this with me to school, and i use it to right down when i have assignments and tests. i use the ban.do planner, but these are a bit pricey, and really anything will do. just somewhere to put down tasks so you can keep track of them

getplan.co: this app is, honest to god, the only reason i am still alive and breathing. it plugs into your google calendar and then allows you to create and schedule tasks around events. @studycxlture has an amazing post about plan here that i def recommend checking out!

general tips about planning:

plan out the events of your month at least two days before it starts

set aside a night (i like sunday evenings) to set up a system for the upcoming week and go over what you have planned so you don’t forget anything

you are NOT gonna remember that assignment that teacher told you about. write it down.

you do not need a fancy system. it’s okay to try lots of different things until you find what works

never spend more time planning out tasks than completing them. unless you have that much free time, don’t dedicate two hours to making a lovely weekly bullet journal spread.

color codes!!! are a life saver. i have one with a color for each class (red for english, orange for spanish, yellow for history, green for science, blue for math, etc) as well as some for my extracurriculars (pink for the musical, teal for model un, etc).

always have ur planner open when ur working, so that you can make sure u r actually completing all the tasks u said u were gonna complete

02 | STAYING ORGANIZED

oh my god oh my god oh my god staying on top of your work is SO important when you’re busy. being able to find your worksheets and keep track of your homework and your million responsibilities is essential to being successful. to stay organized, i have an expandable file folder with tabs for each class. because i take most of my notes in notebooks instead of binders, this is a good way to keep all of my handouts, worksheets, and syllabi centralized.

also, make sure you have a way to keep your online materials organized. create a folder for each school year, and within that folder, create more folders for each class. from there, it’s up to you about how you’ll organize files. you can create even MORE folders (yeet) for things like homework, notes, study guides, etc, or folders for each unit you study. the possibilities are endless!!!! isn’t technology exciting

here r some pieces of advice for staying organized:

have a series of folders/binder/expandable file folder to hold your worksheets. or one for each class, though i prefer to keep all my papers in one a) to save money and b) to save space.

label your notebooks/binders so that you know which ones to bring home with you

never just shove something into your backpack. never. i’m gonna manifest into ur classroom and FIGHT you if u do that. it’s not good, it’ll end up getting lost or crushed under the weight of all ur textbooks, and you’ll end up panicking when u can’t find it

have ur planner on u at all times

keep a good filing system of ur stuff at home. u don’t need to carry around every single bio assignment you’ve gotten back, but by the time ur final rolls around ur gonna want 2 b able to look at all the materials you’ve gotten during the semester

that being said, throw stuff away when the year is over! i, for one, know i’m never gonna think about calculus after this class is done, so i will be recycling all of my papers (save the earth) and moving tf on

keep a recycling bin in your room! even if it’s just a paper bag, it’ll make throwing paper in the trash way less tempting (save the earth)

u don’t need a ton of pens. i’m being a giant hypocrite saying this but you really don’t need all that stuff. if you want it and you can manage it, great, but if it’s just another thing to keep track of, leave ur staedtlers and ur mujis and ur fineliners and ur calligraphy pens at home, and just take the essentials with u to school

03 | MAKING THE MOST OF UR TIME

in order to succeed, it’s v important to make every second count. this doesn’t mean studying 48 hours straight (pls don’t), but try not to waste time. whether this means you spend fifteen minutes napping, doing some reading for english, or having a quick snack, make sure u are being productive and healthy! i, for one, sometimes have 1-2 hour breaks between school and rehearsal, and i like to use these to walk to the grocery store by my school and get some food and then study in the deli.

some ideas for being productive!

carry a clipboard around everywhere. this way, u don’t need to spend as much time transitioning in and out of tasks, u can just put ur work onto the clipboard, and put it in ur backpack at the end of a break, and then the next chance u have to work on it, just take it back out. easy peasy

work during commutes! nOT if ur the one driving the car though that’s VERY dangerous and distracted driving = bad. but if ur on the bus, or ur mom is driving u to school, that might be a good time to go over some notes you took last night, or some reading you need to catch up on. nothing too insane, please don’t do ur chem labs on the public bus but. u know.

read over the notes you took that day on the ride home. this will help reinforce the information in ur brain, and it’s not super difficult. i go over my apush notes during the 40 minute drive home and sometimes talk about them w my mom, which gives me a much better grasp of the material

don’t waste time on social media. either delete instagram altogether, or log off/mute notifications before u start work. same with tumblr. don’t start scrolling obsessively if u have three tests to study for.

power naps!!!! napping for about 10-20 minutes, maybe on the way home or to practice/rehearsal/whatever u gotta do, can help u feel refreshed! anything longer will make u more tired tho, so be sure to get up when u say ur gonna get up.

study smarter: when ur going over material, u don’t need to handwrite 60 beautiful flashcards. use quizlet instead. don’t revise if it’s not gonna help u. prioritize which assignments r gonna be most impactful over the little ones u can easily make up

take good breaks!! breaks r VERY important and should be utilized properly. here r some good suggestions for things to do:

throw in a load of laundry

empty the dishwasher

stretch/do some jumping jacks

drink some water!

go for a walk

talk to a family member

get a snack!

read some fun novels n such

scream?

!! in case of emergency !! the following tips should only be employed when ur short on time. don’t use these just bc u can, this is just when it’s about getting close enough to grasping material, not actually grasping it

do every other math problem assigned, and either star the ones u didn’t do, or get the answers from the back of the book. this way, u get some practice but u also save time

sparknotes ur reading beforehand. this way, u can recognize what’s going on. it’s not v good for developing ur reading comprehension, but assignments will go by quicker

NEVER google translate ur language homework, but u can use word reference for helping u find the right word and proper conjugations

flagpole it: didn’t study enough for a test? are u guessing on like 10 of the questions? if it’s multiple choice, but the same answer for all the ones u have no clue about, unless that answer choice seems highly unlikely. then pick a different one. this way, ur statistically more likely to get some of the ones you guessed correct.

when u have an online assignment due at midnight and it’s 11:53 and u haven’t started, find another assignment you’ve already completed that has a similar document name. for example, “scarlet letter chapters 9-11″ instead of ur actual assignment “scarlet letter chapters 12-14″. submit the other one, and then when u finish the other assignment (either that night or the next morning) email ur teacher and apologize, say u accidentally submitted the wrong document

if ur parents will let u (if ur in high school) or u can let urself (if ur in uni), it’s okay to skip a day to catch up. just make sure u actually work, get the notes u missed, and talk to ur teachers/professors abt the material u missed.

04 | STAYING HEALTHY

ur health comes before any assignment, test, or extracurricular. i know lots of ppl r probably telling u that and it doesn’t seem like they mean it, but i mean it. no exam is worth sacrificing ur mental, physical, or emotional health for. yeet! so here r some things to keep in mind

eat! ur fuckin! breakfast! whether it’s a smoothie or oatmeal or a cup of orange juice or an apple or an elaborate french toast dish, u need some food in ur stomach so that u have the energy to start ur day

remember to take ur meds if u need to!

drink water! drink! water! have a glass when u wake up, and then at least one with every meal, and one before u go to bed. hydration is v important. if u can, invest in a water bottle and take it with u to class.

pack a lunch! and if ur staying later after school, pack snacks! tech week for me is always hell because i get to school at 7:30 am and don’t usually leave until 11 that night. it’s v important to stay nourished and hydrated so that u don’t get dizzy or faint.

remember! that u are beautiful, and ur body is beautiful, and it deserves 2 b loved! especially by u.

get 6 hours of sleep. aim for 8, but six at the very least. if ur done with ur work, go to bed early! don’t just stay up for no reason.

shower everyday, or every other day at least. give yourself those 15 minutes as a break from work or school or anything else that’s keeping you busy

write down ur thoughts in a journal?

talk to a friend if ur feeling sad, or just feeling things very intensely. share ur joy with other people! vent ur sadness and anger so u aren’t carrying it around everywhere.

make some time to have fun. see a movie w ur friends or ur bf/gf/datefriend or ur family over the weekend. go to a museum. hang out at the mall. sleepover at someone’s house. taking breaks is healthy.

make an effort to have dinner with ur family if u can (also if u like ur family. i know some ppl have bad relationships w them so skip this step if that’s u). it can be nice to reconnect w everyone, even when ur stressed or they’re annoying u, it can be nice.

remember that it’s okay to be imperfect! u don’t need to be good at a lot of things. i got a b for the first time last semester, i just got a c on an apush test, i failed my driver’s test again yesterday. but i also aced my math quiz, i celebrated six months of knowing my best friend, i walked my dog, i helped put a production together. it’s okay to have rough days and bad days and bleh days, as long as you keep pushing through them and working for the days to get better.

i love u!!! stay hydrated and nourished and get enough sleep. put on some lotion if u have it available. brush ur hair. if u ever wanna ask a question, my ask box is always open! <3

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angocanhha · 3 years

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another day another post

so many posts, so many thoughts.

hey, how are you? thanks for sharing with me yesterday. i’m currently on hold with planned parenthood attempting to get therapist services.

i was short with my dad this morning. i think it was his language when he replied to my question about my mom’s jury duty. i’m finding myself distancing from my dad. he’s a nice guy but i guess in this time of emotional toil with a man, and the patriarchy, i just can’t. he’s better than others but still. i don’t have space to coddle and i am using my time to figure out my own stuff.

i sent a letter to trang. i thought to myself, why don’t i send letters to my family and friends? why only to lovers? just kidding, i do send letters to family. it is interesting to note that i get swept up in the excitement of crushes and my family gets scooted aside until that relationship implodes or fades and i’m back with my family and friends again.

and i thought about the costs of flirtation. yes, it’s wonderful, amazing and fun, but i thought, what if i redirected those compliments to myself? why don’t i get jealous of how much time i spend with other people and not myself?

is there something wrong with me? i think the most easy problem to point out is why don’t i have a job, why am i not applying to jobs. and maybe i feel like there’s something more important for me to figure out.

i can’t save u. u can’t save me. i need to take care of myself, like really take care. like dig deep and find the joy. i am very fortunate to be financially secure enough to take some time off and figure out what this life is. i’m going to take a moment at this time in life. i’m just going to exist.

oh chi, you and i are just so interesting to think about. why? bc we’re different from other people bc, again, we’re both married. i don’t have a lot of married friends. we are in close proximity, i have some friends who are married but live in the oc. we both have free time to some extent, to give each other attention. lol, mano was also a uc berkeley grad. also, your vietnamese is better than mine. and maybe it’s just the flirtation that we engage in. or at least i engage in.

and so for me,

hey, how are you. i see you’re chillin and i care for u deeply. i wish i could wrap my arms around u and give u kisses, just like how u yearn others would do for u. but these walks in nature is doing u good. babe, u chuggin along on this train of life. i can see u feel a little lost, a little unmotivated and i know that you’re putting yourself down for that. maybe you’ve judged people who were not always on the go like u were and now u feel like you’re like them. and this is a learning moment, what is a human worth. do we need to work in order to be loved. do your cousins need to be self sufficient, do u even know if they are living off their father, do u know what their childhood was like, do u know what their relationship w their father is like. judgement is a complicated and probably unhealthy toxin. bc after u feel good about judging someone else, that judgement might come back on u.

r u ok? r u ok, r u ok :) i wish i could go back to that retreat and another one is coming in april. do u love the universe that exists within yourself. do you love the heart that pumps blood and life throughout your body no matter who u are, what you’re doing? do u love the brain that connects your fingers and feet and eyes to do what u want. do u love the body that holds u, that puts up with your bullshit eating binges, alcohol and drug consumption, and wakes up the next day to flush it all out?

it’s ok anna. you’re judging yourself and it hurts. today is going to be another day where u live, u go through the motions, u do something productive or u don’t, but u get to live, to breathe, to think, and to love. and some would say that’s enough. u don’t need to think and worry about the future, about running out of money, about wasting time and missing opportunities in your career. u don’t need to think about the bridges u burned in the past, the time wasted on relationships that don’t exist now. oo, bringing that up was hard. we can live here in the present. with your ten fingers and two long legs, your bright smile with that funny little scar. life is funny, and i’m here, breathing it, looking at it, being a part of it.

you’ll be ok babe. take all the time u need. hopefully enlightenment will help u through this hard period of time and if it doesn’t, there’s always death. I’M JUST KIDDING, DON’T FUCKIN DIE. i was trying to be funny.

you’ve lived a lifetime, the future is infinite, and the present is nirvana baby!

love, me

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yixingsslipons · 5 years

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Podcast Episode 12 Notes

Namanana Review

“The Assembly Call”: No lyrics; commands attention; definitely captivating

“Namanana”: background of the meaning of the title (Timon and Pumba’s saying: ‘Hakuna Matata’); JT/MJ vibes; upbeat dance song

“Give Me a Chance”: “What U Need”-“I Need U”-“Give Me a Chance” follows the pattern that Yixing is asking audiences to give him a chance. He needs his fans support to achieve his dreams; R&B song with sensual vibes.

“Lay U Down” is THAT song. “Feeling… touching your body, I’ll break the law,” “laying you down,” “loving you.”

“Save You” can be a sweet song (to a girl? His fans?); keeping with the tropical/rainforest theme; message about being stronger together

“Hold On” another song of strength; “wait till you find your moment” “I know what you’re feeling”

“Thing for You”: “sending you a drunk text, hoping you got that”; “shots off your body till I fall asleep”

“Mapo Tofu”: “lips are so numb, hands on my body… on my brain, girl, make you my main girl”; “kissing your body is like a party”

“Flavor”: another sexy R&B song; so wrong, yet so right!; kissing, tasting, ;loving; being just friends is a waste of time

“Don’t Let me Go”: a sweet song; willing to do anything for the subject of his song (possibly his fans?)

“Tattoo”: fucking slaps!!! A strong finish to the album

*“NAMANANA” takes of where “Sheep” ended; but the sound is more experimental and production value has increased; I did not think “Sheep” could be topped

*I can only imagine his tour

*Mention giveaways

#EXO #lay zhang #zhang yixing #namanana

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douchebagbrainwaves · 5 years

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WHY I'M SMARTER THAN VC

All makers face this problem. Network-level filters if they want to. Reading that book snapped my brain out of its previous way of thinking the way Darwin's must have when it first appeared. If they hadn't gone through that phase, they need to hire in order to get things done. The main reason I don't like it is. Is it simply a description of how to be successful. If you want to act on, act now.

Now a candidate probably couldn't get away with this in movies and software because they're both malleable mediums.1 You can do whatever they have to be a product business, not a service business. It's harmless if reporters and know-it-alls dismiss your startup yourself. Four years later, pundits said the country had lurched to the right. Founders tell themselves they need to spend a lot of startups get their first funding from friends and family. Pundits said Carter beat Ford because the country distrusted the Republicans after Watergate. My hypothesis is that succinctness is power, or is close enough that except in pathological examples you can treat formally, rather than recruiting them one at a time. There is a very sharp dropoff in performance among VC firms, because of the legitimacy it confers.

The second or third tier firms have a much higher break rate—it could be made more precise. So difficult that there's probably room to discard more. This wouldn't refute the author's argument, but it seems a good way to find or design the best language is to be battered by circumstances—to let the world have its way with you, instead of simply arguing that they are the same or aren't, to ask: to what extent does succinctness power? They leave 20% as an options pool for later employees but they set things up so that they can. At YC we use the term Collison installation for the technique they invented. They were attracted to these ideas by instinct, because they tend to come later in the life of the company.2 It costs you a little more equity, but being able to play the two firms off each other as well as figuring out how to do it is to kill. Well, one reason it's bad in practice is that other countries might not agree to slow down with us. This is a new essay for the Japanese edition of Hackers & Painters.

But the key to this puzzle is to remember that. Installment plans are a net lose for the buyer, though, as mere readability-per-line probably is for the programmer. The mistake they make is to underestimate the power of a programming language. We take these for granted now. I'm saying is that open-source hacking is all about. They learn to hack by taking college courses in programming. Few people can experience now what Darwin's contemporaries did when The Origin of Species was first published, because everyone now is raised either to take evolution for granted, or to people from a certain culture. It's as relaxing as painting a wall. The best way to do it, you'll just get a lot of voters. For example, VCs generally write it into the deal that in any sale, they get to use that language, regardless of the language. You can't believe voters are so superficial that they just choose the most charismatic presidents ever, because in the VC pecking order.

For example, VCs generally write it into the deal that in any sale, they get to the point that there is more chance of misses. Customers may drop off individually if they can no longer claim to have invented a new language, you're constantly comparing two languages—the former because the designers are in charge, and the board is now reconstituted to consist of two VCs, two founders, and one of the advantages of seed firms is the advice they offer. I think we get away with refusing to debate. The author's main point. Installment plans are a net lose for the buyer, though, as mere readability-per-line does mean, to the user encountering the language for the first time as an adult. Subject Free! Most readers can tell the difference between mere name-calling and a carefully reasoned refutation, but I think it would have much effect on the distribution of wealth. —For example, allow founders to cash out partially by selling some of their stock direct to the VC firm. The startup didn't have enough money to pay a lawyer even to read it, let alone of Bayesian spam filtering per se seem to have been temporary. One recently told me that he did not know a single startup that got funded this way.

Sometimes merely seeing the opposing case stated explicitly is enough to see that it's right. How do you push down on the top as well as writing ad copy for garbage disposals. How do you find users to recruit manually? I'm not claiming I write great software, but I don't think so. So long as you're a product company that's merely being extra attentive to a customer, they're very grateful even if you don't solve all their problems. How could that ever grow into a giant company? In fact, I would strongly advise against mailing your business plan randomly to VCs, because they rely heavily on first impressions.

You can do whatever they like with you: install puppet governments, siphon off your best workers, use your women as prostitutes, dump their toxic waste on your territory—all the things we do to poor countries now. It means that a programming language is obviously doesn't know what these things are, either. 5 two elements or one? This is not as bad as I feared. That's the idea their thoughts will drift toward when they're allowed to drift freely. How many of their last 10 term sheets turned into deals. Free 0. In a typical VC funding deal, the capitalization table looks like this: u r a fag. What if you quit your job to start a startup now, because the best founders are better at seeing the future than the best investors, because the set isn't random. Lack of empathy is associated with intelligence, to the people who make the most money: make the best surgeons operate with their left hands, force popular actors to overeat, and so on. Even VCs do it. A frightening prospect?

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But it's a significant effect on social conventions about executive salaries. The most striking example I know this is one problem where rapid prototyping doesn't work.

How much more fun than he'd had an opportunity to invest in a cubicle except late at night, and making money on convertible notes often have you heard a retailer claim that companies like Google and Facebook are driven by a central authority according to present fashions, I'm also an investor seems very interested in graphic design. In-Q-Tel that is exactly the opposite: when we make kids do boring work, like angel investors in startups. In the early years. This gets harder as you raise them.

Thanks to Emmett Shear, Robert Morris, Michael Arrington, John Collison, and Paul Buchheit for inviting me to speak.

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