Just Writing

A student filled with thoughts

[sweetcreature7]

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[sweetcreature7]

@flokidokie @gordiveganos @lillian-eddington-mmm @deafeningstudentpainterherr-blog @cuisineandhealth @healthbeautygoddess @kmcflondon-blog @gothicshawtyy @cheezbot 

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[j4ckme]

Two years?! I’m in!

[kentishviking]

why not

[texas-bi-lover-deactivated20181]

I’ll try it

[blog-of-what-comes-to-mind]

Eh

[eliyora]

Double your nana, double your yum

[fuckyahumor]

give me luck double banana

[possiblityforjoy-deactivated202]

No fucking joke, I was offered 4 days of film-set marshalling and I told him I was unavailable for one of the days but I could cancel. And he told me he’d potentially found someone else.

I reblogged this.

And not 20 mins later, he came back to me and said if I really want it, let him know now. So fuck. Wow.

[pippistudies]

concept: it’s exam season and you’re studying morning and afternoon, taking breaks in between, eating proper meals and enjoying the fresh air when you get a chance to. you’re still hanging out with your friends and you’re still doing things outside of revision. you have bad days in which you don’t revise and you know it’s okay because you know you’re not a machine and you need to take care of your health. and this is you doing your best and I am so proud of you.

[neverthere12345]

An incel gamer who calls himself a nice guy, decapitated a 17 year old girl “who wouldn’t give him a chance” after she went on a date with another guy.

[lucinatta]

WHAT

[thereal-beanbean]

even after reading the article… is this for real?

[neverthere12345]

[kreolemami]

and still there are people who think we [women] are exaggerating when we say men will literally kills us for denying their advances.

not only did he kill her. he took her fucking head off and posted it for everyone to see.

[vaspider]

Please be careful with ace positivity tags right now, people have been posting images of her body in those tags.

[bencan-t]

A few days before she was killed a she posted a selfie on Instagram tagged #ThisIsWhatAsexualLooksLike. And now she’s dead for not having sex with a man. I never want to hear an exclusionist say we’re not oppressed ever again.

[littlebabycrybtch]

Please, for the love of god, reblog this and know her name. Bianca Devins. She was asexual, and she was killed for rejecting sexual advances. This is the violence and fear we’ve been trying to speak out about. If you call yourself an activist, this cannot be ignored. Please support and protect aces, this kind of event is literally what exclusionists have been ignoring and mocking the concept of for years.

[samxcamargo]

If you’re scrolling through tumblr trying to distract yourself from something you don’t want to think about or you’re looking for a sign that everything will be okay, this is it. So, breathe. Relax into this moment. You’re alive & that’s all that matters.

[gentlesharks]

teacher: how are you doing? me: *thinking about how sharks have survived 5 major extinctions that wiped out majority of life on earth* me: yeah

[sneeking]

they found LIVING sharks in an active underwater volcano recently i’m shaken

[devinwolfi]

there is no god only shark

[ghostswithoutjournals]

Shxhs holy shit

[sweetcreature7]

More like holy shark

[freshthoughts2020]

[softbensolo-deactivated20200430]

It means you’re out of that cave…

[buna-studie-deactivated20200104]

[ 037 / 100 ] days of productivity

sunday started off with a 3:00 am bed-time, four hours of sleep, and potentially two break-downs. recently, the only way i can deal with all my emotions is to distract myself by being buried in school work (albeit, that’s not healthy or a great coping mechanism, but it’s better than say, lying in bed and feeling like crap).

despite the unfavourable conditions of today, i was able to be quite productive. today i was able to accomplish:

completed practice exercises from chapter 1-C (algebra)

completed practice exercises from chapter 1-D (algebra)

completed ¾ algebra work sheets

completed chapter review (algebra)

had a 1 hour revision session with a friend (algebra)

completed three quarters of my business homework (vce)

completed a short workout review for yesterday’s sprint training session (sport)

completed a whitening teeth session that i haven’t had time for (self care)

in all honesty, i am really anxious for my upcoming algebra test that’s in three days. i have worked so hard to study and understand one of my hardest topics in algebra, and i’ve had a few break-downs over it. i am so overwhelmed with mid-term exams coming up, and all my assignments being due. good luck to everyone else with mid-term exams, we can do it!! 👏🏼✊🏼💕

[writing-prompt-s]

You, the queen of a fairy tale kingdom, got cursed to give birth to a princess who’s going to live her life isolated in a tower the first 20 years of her life. Narrate how you avoid your daughter’s fate.

[elidyce]

She laughed, when she placed the curse on me. Laughed and laughed. She called me a fool for coming to her, for wanting children who would sap my strength and steal my power. 

One child to take my kingdom, she promised me. Well, I’d wanted an heir. It didn’t have to be a curse. 

One child the sea would steal. There was room in that. They didn’t have to die, only to love the sea. I would buy the finest ships. 

And the third would suffer my grandmother’s fate. 

The tower. 

Grandmother told me stories about that tower, shuddering. About the isolation almost driving her mad. About the desperate longing for escape. I know what that escape cost her, and my grandfather as well, with his scarred face and limping gait. 

That was going to be difficult. 

The sorceress’s curse worked. Within the year, I held my first babe in my arms, a sturdy boy who kicked and cried and cuddled against his mother as if he hadn’t been made only to bring me grief. Well, all mothers grieve. 

Keep reading

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[studyblr]

Is there a skill you’ve always wanted to master someday, but kept procrastinating on? A language you started learning – then abandoned? A topic in class you’ve never quite grasped? Or maybe you just want to expand your horizon and try something new? Distract yourself from your usual studies?

This challenge is the perfect opportunity to achieve that! Pick a skill and see how much you can improve and grow in 30 days – or really start working on your to-read list (I know those books have been piling up), your portfolio for that dream job in Illustration you want, or your blog you’ve been meaning to post more original content on.

Self-growth and development are so, so important, which is the main reason why I created this challenge.

The idea of this challenge is that people from all communities come together to gain knowledge, add skills and just have fun with the amazing amount of resources out there. This way, we can all support and motivate each other, whatever field you might be interested in.

Post an introduction with the hashtag #30dol with your goals and expectations for the month (starting June 1st), and what your current level is. (Of course, you can join in later as well, but it’s fun to start a the same time!) In the end, you’ll be able to compare and see how much has changed!

Rules:

choose a topic or field you want to concentrate on

post an introduction to #30dol 

define your goals or aspirations

update daily or weekly, we want to hear from you! ♥

post a picture, a sketch, or audio, whatever you deem fitting to show us all your progress for the day/week

Here are some ideas for you:

bullet journaling (read about it here on @emmastudies, here’s an amazing online course on it) 

books/reading (if you don’t have a personal to-read list, here is one with the best books of the 20th century, best series with a gay plot/subplot, and books everyone should have read at least once)

coding (here are some sites to learn html, css, data science, python 3, java, etc.: x x x x)

design/illustration ( stickers and illustration, character illustration, Ink Illustration, 45 best adobe illustrator tutorials, 

business/freelance/open your own shop (tips on how to open your own sticker shop, digital skills: web analytics and marketing)

languages (apps like lingodeer, duolingo, lingvist, busuu, blogs like @lovelybluepanda. there are also so many pdfs and amazing websites out there depending on your target language!)

online mass education courses (edx, coursera, skillshare, futurelearn where universities and professionals teach you about their subject - be that astronomy, engineering, ancient greek history, artificial intelligence or medicine!)

social media (learn to take iphone photos for your tumblr or instagram, and here’s a great post by @studyquill on how to start and maintain a studyblr!)

photography (travel street photography, find photographers you admire like annie leibovitz or henri cartier bresson and read about their path, or browse youtube channels like negative feedback which specialize on photography)

creative writing (there are tons of workshops online - you could also try to set yourself a piece or word limit similar to nanowrimo) 

culinary (check recipe websites, or challenge yourself to try one new recipe a day, or dedicate the month to a specific cuisine)

music (learn music production, andrew huang has also made a video on how to start making music here)

film and filmmaking (karsten runquist’s channel is wonderful for film analysis,  learn about cinematography basics here and film history here)

painting (acrylic painting, sketchbook illustration. you could challenge yourself to fill an entire sketchbook/create a piece every day or week, or to improve a specific technique) 

Every resource linked is free (if you click on the links you can get Skillshare for free for two months and cancel anytime), so all you need is some free time and lots of motivation!!

I’m very happy to be announcing this to you all, and will be working on my Japanese for this challenge – so excited to see what you all and I will do and how far we can come!

Use #30dol as the general tag, and add your field (your specific subject, or writing, painting, lang(uages), pho(tography), film, book, design) to find people doing something similar! Though honestly one of the things I’m most excited about is the multidisciplinary aspect - we are such a brilliant and colorful community :)

Have fun guys!!

[thebibliosphere]

When I was a kid, I would only eat the yolk from an egg. Didn’t matter if it was boiled, fried, poached or deviled, the yolk was all I wanted.

My reason for this was “the white makes me feel sick”/“it hurts my tummy”. And everyone did what most folk do when kids say such things, they roll their eyes and call you a fussy eater and complain to anyone who will listen about how hard your child is to feed.

They won’t eat sandwich meat, they won’t eat minced beef, they won’t eat nuts, they won’t eat tomatoes, they won’t eat pasta, they won’t eat fish or spinach, they barely eat fruits and ugh you should see the tantrum they kick up when you try to give them yogurt for a healthy snack. And get this, they will only eat the yolk from eggs. What an annoying kid, right?

So, anyway, as it turns out egg whites are high in histamine while egg yolks are not. Everything I listed up there, is actually high in histamine or is histamine releasing and as someone who just found out after 20+ years of abject misery and several near misses with anaphylaxis that they have histamine intolerance disorder/possible MCAS, I feel really fucking validated about childhood me being a fussy eater.

So uh, pro tip to parents, while there is every chance your kid genuinely is a fussy eater, please also consider that there may also be something at play going on and they’re not just doing it to personally piss you off. Whether it’s a food allergy, intolerance, sensory/texture issues or an issue as insidious and hard to detect as mine, please don’t assume your child is just being difficult for funsies. And please don’t force them to eat something they say makes them feel sick. There’s probably a valid reason, and it warrants investigation rather just assuming your kid exists to tick you off.

[krakenartificer]

I produce too much stomach acid. For all of my childhood and adolescence I wouldn’t eat anything red, including red grapes and red M&Ms. Instead of trying to help me figure out the problem, my parents just talked to anyone who would listen about how irrational I am for having such a stupid prejudice. When we realized in college that I have too much acid in my stomach, everything became clear: tomatoes are acidic. Strawberries are acidic. Raspberries are acidic. Most red-dyed candy is flavored with acid to make it taste vaguely berry-ish. Fruit punch is acidic. I wasn’t irrational, I was trying to stop my body from eating itself. Listen to your kids. At least CONSIDER the possibility that they are telling the truth to the best of their ability

[teaboot]

Sensory issues. Chewing on specific textures makes this overwhelming sense of WRONG that can make me throw up, completely involuntarily. It’s humiliating and uncomfortable, and you know what doesn’t help? Knowing that you’re being judged for it. And you know, I might have even grown out of it, but after spending a few too many nights in a row crying at a dinner table, I really don’t have it in me to try. It’s not something I can do anymore, and it affects my life every single day. Communicate with your damn kids. They aren’t irritating you on purpose.

[preached-the-devil-in-the-belfr]

[bakwaaas]

I love people with a friendly, down to earth, chill vibe. people without pretence or pride, who don’t make you feel like you have act a certain way to impress them, or that they’re silently judging you. you‘re comfortable around them and you can just be yourself. their whole aura is so welcoming and warm

[thebibliosphere]

When I was nine, possibly ten, an author came to our school to talk about writing. His name was Hugh Scott, and I doubt he’s known outside of Scotland. And even then I haven’t seen him on many shelves in recent years in Scotland either. But he wrote wonderfully creepy children’s stories, where the supernatural was scary, but it was the mundane that was truly terrifying. At least to little ten year old me. It was Scooby Doo meets Paranormal Activity with a bonny braw Scottish-ness to it that I’d never experienced before.

I remember him as a gangling man with a wiry beard that made him look older than he probably was, and he carried a leather bag filled with paper. He had a pen too that was shaped like a carrot, and he used it to scribble down notes between answering our (frankly disinterested) questions. We had no idea who he was you see, no one had made an effort to introduce us to his books. We were simply told one morning, ‘class 1b, there is an author here to talk to you about writing’, and this you see was our introduction to creative writing. We’d surpassed finger painting and macaroni collages. It was time to attempt Words That Were Untrue.

You could tell from the look on Mrs M’s face she thought it was a waste of time. I remember her sitting off to one side marking papers while this tall man sat down on our ridiculously short chairs, and tried to talk to us about what it meant to tell a story. She wasn’t big on telling stories, Mrs M. She was also one of the teachers who used to take my books away from me because they were “too complicated” for me, despite the fact that I was reading them with both interest and ease. When dad found out he hit the roof. It’s the one and only time he ever showed up to the school when it wasn’t parents night or the school play. After that she just left me alone, but she made it clear to my parents that she resented the fact that a ten year old used words like ‘ubiquitous’ in their essays. Presumably because she had to look it up.

Anyway, Mr Scott, was doing his best to talk to us while Mrs M made scoffing noises from her corner every so often, and you could just tell he was deflating faster than a bouncy castle at a knife sharpening party, so when he asked if any of us had any further questions and no one put their hand up I felt awful. I knew this was not only insulting but also humiliating, even if we were only little children. So I did the only thing I could think of, put my hand up and said “Why do you write?”

I’d always read about characters blinking owlishly, but I’d never actually seen it before. But that’s what he did, peering down at me from behind his wire rim spectacles and dragging tired fingers through his curly beard. I don’t think he expected anyone to ask why he wrote stories. What he wrote about, and where he got his ideas from maybe, and certainly why he wrote about ghosts and other creepy things, but probably not why do you write. And I think he thought perhaps he could have got away with “because it’s fun, and learning is fun, right kids?!”, but part of me will always remember the way the world shifted ever so slightly as it does when something important is about to happen, and this tall streak of a man looked down at me, narrowed his eyes in an assessing manner and said, “Because people told me not to, and words are important.”

I nodded, very seriously in the way children do, and knew this to be a truth. In my limited experience at that point, I knew certain people (with a sidelong glance to Mrs M who was in turn looking at me as though she’d just known it’d be me that type of question) didn’t like fiction. At least certain types of fiction. I knew for instance that Mrs M liked to read Pride and Prejudice on her lunch break but only because it was sensible fiction, about people that could conceivably be real. The idea that one could not relate to a character simply because they had pointy ears or a jet pack had never occurred to me, and the fact that it’s now twenty years later and people are still arguing about the validity of genre fiction is beyond me, but right there in that little moment, I knew something important had just transpired, with my teacher glaring at me, and this man who told stories to live beginning to smile. After that the audience turned into a two person conversation, with gradually more and more of my classmates joining in because suddenly it was fun. Mrs M was pissed and this bedraggled looking man who might have been Santa after some serious dieting, was starting to enjoy himself. As it turned out we had all of his books in our tiny corner library, and in the words of my friend Andrew “hey there’s a giant spider fighting a ghost on this cover! neat!” and the presentation devolved into chaos as we all began reading different books at once and asking questions about each one. “Does she live?”— “What about the talking trees” —“is the ghost evil?” —“can I go to the bathroom, Miss?” —“Wow neat, more spiders!”

After that we were supposed to sit down, quietly (glare glare) and write a short story to show what we had learned from listening to Mr Scott. I wont pretend I wrote anything remotely good, I was ten and all I could come up with was a story about a magic carrot that made you see words in the dark, but Mr Scott seemed to like it. In fact he seemed to like all of them, probably because they were done with such vibrant enthusiasm in defiance of the people who didn’t want us to.

The following year, when I’d moved into Mrs H’s class—the kind of woman that didn’t take away books from children who loved to read and let them write nonsense in the back of their journals provided they got all their work done—a letter arrived to the school, carefully wedged between several copies of a book which was unheard of at the time, by a new author known as J.K. Rowling. Mrs H remarked that it was strange that an author would send copies of books that weren’t even his to a school, but I knew why he’d done it. I knew before Mrs H even read the letter.

Because words are important. Words are magical. They’re powerful. And that power ought to be shared. There’s no petty rivalry between story tellers, although there’s plenty who try to insinuate it. There’s plenty who try to say some words are more valuable than others, that somehow their meaning is more important because of when it was written and by whom. Those are the same people who laud Shakespeare from the heavens but refuse to acknowledge that the quote “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them“ is a dick joke.

And although Mr Scott seems to have faded from public literary consumption, I still think about him. I think about his stories, I think about how he recommended another author and sent copies of her books because he knew our school was a puritan shithole that fought against the Wrong Type of Wordes and would never buy them into the library otherwise. But mostly I think about how he looked at a ten year old like an equal and told her words and important, and people will try to keep you from writing them—so write them anyway.

[deadcatwithaflamethrower]

*sobs for like the umpteenth time this day and reblogs the fuck out of this*

[dust2dust34]

this is it:

“Because people told me not to, and words are important.”

[studioprey]

Please please please read this all the way through. I promise you it’s worth it. If you have ever aspired to write, or you have a love of stories and storytelling, this is important.

[deactivated-this-account-deacti]

http://scottishbooktrust.com/profile-author/969

Here he is.

Books are linked within the page.

[undead0relived]

@hecallsmehischild

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Not a prompt my dears, but an important read all the same.

[themerrywriter-deactivated20200]

Gonna buy all this mfs books for my friends kids 💓

[libraerie]

to-do list: may

be more honest with yourself, in everything that you do. don’t try to change who you are just to please someone else - you’re interesting enough. they want to talk to some sort of ideal, they want to talk to you.

remember that you are allowed to make mistakes. realising that you have done something wrong doesn’t make you a bad person, much rather does it make you a better one than before. don’t put too much pressure on yourself. imperfection is natural.

work on your discipline. go to bed early. finish off your tasks. create healthy habits that will improve every aspect of your life. your mind and body will thank you for it.

do that thing you’ve always been meaning to do. no one will do it for you; don’t spend too much time waiting for a sign. it’s time to take matters into your own hands.

see how much you’ve grown. look back at where you were two, three months ago, and how much things have changed since then. be aware of your personal development, even after such a short period of time, and look forward to what is yet to come.