So after a long inner debate, I've decided to go on hiatus. Reason why under the cut in case you were wondering. I may reappear here and there during breaks.
I'm going into the IB program. Long story short, IB program = harder than the more known AP program. To give you a sense of the intensity of it, the “I” stands for international. Up until now, I've been in the pre-IB, while still pretty hard, I was herpa-derping around all day all year basically and still got an above 90 average.
IB is supposed to force you to reorganize your time better. In reality, I believe my study habits have, in actuality, deteriorated. I'm pretty much a perfectionist and a control freak so if I’m left alone, eventually I’ll get things done to my standards. My inner control freak hisses at people who force me to do things, even if it’s for my own good. As a result, I don’t do things to retaliate and this is partly where my procrastination problems come from. In IB, procrastination = death. Perfectionism doesn’t help, as I have a tendency to go either all out and get a high mark or just not do it at all. Not healthy, I know...
Among other things, Tumblr is one of my escapes when I procrastinate. I was able to get away with it but I don’t think I can this year. And besides, if I can manage a high mark derping around, what would happen if I was 100% focused all year long? My dad once told me that it doesn’t matter if I fail or get bad grades as long as I have tried my best. When I’m scared that complaining about my high grades seems arrogant, I remember what he would say and I think: I should be complaining. I haven’t given it my all. There’s still room to improve and only until I feel like I’ve done the best I could, reached the limit of my capabilities will I ever be satisfied.
I don’t think many people will read all this mess of me trying to make sense of my thoughts while simultaneously prepping myself for the two years to come, but wow, writing that was really therapeutic.
So there you go. I’m not sure if I will even come on during winter/spring break. Not even sure if I will go on during summer. But one thing for sure, I’ll be back summer following that one, when the nightmare of IB is over. Apparently, survivors of IB are really relaxed during first year uni. When that time comes, I’ll be asking for updates from some friends I’ve made here (cough @iwaicchi). I look forward to it.
I stumbled across your Let's Be Friends AU in the tags, and was quietly squee-ing to myself over the adorable-ness your drawing of the trio asleep under the tree. But then my brain ruined it by imagining Zelda snoring like a friggin freight train and the other two startling awake in alarm.
this is everything i never knew i wanted and now 100% canon in this au
I was so lazy with this comic buT I CANT STOP LAUGHING BECAUSE
“Bokoblins. They’ve come.”If you dont know what anon’s talking about, check out the au here!
More from that friends Au idea floating around in my brain. Ganon you expect too much of an innocent country bumpkin. Zelda’s gotta keep them in check. >u>;
I draw terribly in the morning gomen
I love that photoset of all of them breaking the baskets because everyone is all HAHA WHOOPS and then Murasakibara is literally about to murder someone
so this one time, I had a great idea for pokemon fic.
It was basically about this older gruff jaded trainer who finds a little kid wandering around the route, calling for his fearow. Like little tiny babby’s first time training trainer.
So he asks the kid ‘Yo kid, you lose your starter or somethin’?”
Kid: “Yeah, it’s my fearow, he flew off after some raticate and now I can’t find him.” Older trainer’s like goddamn, who gets a kid a fearow as a starter?
“Your parents uh get you that fearow?” Cause he’s gonna have some words with this kids parents if that’s the case. Kid’s still like looking in trees and bushes and shit.
“No, caught ‘em myself out by the powerplant, saved up and bought the greatball myself and everything!” Kid’s super proud of that, meanwhile the older trainer’s thinking, weird, there’s no fearow out by the power plant, meh, maybe one flew there by accident.
Long story short, it’s not a fearow. A storm front rolls in and the kid’s like, ‘welp, there’s my fearow. Finally.’ Older trainer gets the heart attack of his life when fucking zapdos lands next to this kid out of a goddamn thundercloud and starts preening little kid’s hair.
“That’s not a fearow.” Is the only thing older trainer can say.
“What are you blind or something mister?” Says the little kid. “He’s got the spiky fearow feathers and everything. I can’t believe you call yourself a trainer. Come on Fearow, let’s go find a real trainer to battle.”
One of the ideas was to have team rocket show up and menace them, and have ‘fearow’ show up to strike thunder god fear in their hearts for scaring its trainer.
The other idea is kid gets an igglybuff as their second pokemon and everyone assumes the iggly is their only pokemon.
“Oh no, mr iggles isn’t for fighting.” Kid says. “That’s what I have fearow for!”
They are the worst best trainer ever, because zapdos would fly this kid to the moon if they asked because they are a precious little bundle of naïvety and joy. But kid only wants to beat up other trainers for candy and poffin money.
romaincrisis
germansingergirl
izzy806
kaledo-art
theartofmadeline
jacobvanloon
