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sebs-studies · 2 years
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14.6.22
Some in class study today ✨
I honestly prefer the in person revision sessions I get a lot more done BUT getting places now is a nightmare. Only two days left of college and one more lesson 🫡
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I also did some work when I got home. Lots of essay questions at the minute. Really grinding for this third paper I'm just praying the case study is gonna be nice 😭
Got the JnJs in the background almost 24/7 for comfort and good vibes.
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Hope everyone is surviving and doing the best they can ☕
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chloefromjupiter · 2 years
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exams season
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cyborb · 1 year
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today on "how can I combine my interests": variations of volcarona based on stellar classification!
actual stars are classified based on their spectral characteristics and temperature/color from hottest (bluest) to coldest (reddest) with a strangely ordered letter system: O, B, A, F, G, K, M... why not do the same for this stellar moth?
some other info:
o-type volcarona are incredibly rare and are considered "shiny" pokemon
m-type volcarona can come in the largest variety of sizes from large enough to easily carry a person to about the size of a cat
k-type volcarona are the most common, with the higher temperature ones becoming increasingly more rare (and m is about as rare as g)
while there could be b- and a-type volcarona between o and f, the latter two are so rare that there's no reason to split the categories up further
alder's volcarona is the g-type one shown here, and the m-type one belongs to cyrus in my au
the pupa/cocoon stage is too short relative to the other two stanges to be considered its own separate evolutionary stage like other similar bug type pokemon
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its-hell · 2 years
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Pov: you have learnt five (5) of your French speaking question for tomorrow and you're voice is still nasaly from your cold
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hovee-studies · 2 years
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I'm getting old...
My dudes.
This is insane
I'm finishing high school in like two days??? I still vividly remember the stress I felt when I was going into my first year and now I'm applying for university accommodation and shit.
How has the time gone by so quickly?
You know that thing where adults complain about how the years seem to go by quicker and quicker as time goes on? They were completely right about that?!?! I feel like the days last forever but the weeks and months go by like the snap of a finger? Someone please explain why this is 'cause I really don't understand it!
Anyways, brb I'm gonna go have an existential crisis now 😘✌
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acetictears · 1 year
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past valkyrie dynamic
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villagesong · 7 months
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"where's elora?" — 1x03
kit tanthalos from willow (2022)
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kulai · 1 year
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matching:
scars
outfits
heart-shaped sunglasses
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wakajima137 · 11 months
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my favorite snow miku ! ! ! ❆ ❆ ❆ ye i know its the second of june but i just love her
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ace-geographer · 11 months
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Well Questies a lot has happened this week, and I finally have free time, so please enjoy these long overdue Willow text post memes
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Part 18/?
Credit to cap-that.com for the images (it's only just occurring to me that I haven't included a credit tag whoops)
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tmlxsn · 2 years
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🥺 eyes
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maarigolds · 1 year
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Elora & Graydon + holding hands when in danger
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wwskalisto · 2 months
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I think I just committed a crime
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smolmakerel · 9 months
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Life after the Ghostface killings in New York City was somewhat peaceful. As peaceful as it could be with the entire internet hounding you that you were going to end up becoming a serial killer like your dad.
If Sam had it her way, she would ban the internet. Because, honestly? Most of them were a bunch of incels (whatever that even meant. Sam overheard Mindy saying Richie was an incel and assumed it to mean a shitty person - which, true) who needed a positive social life.
And incels were why Sam usually stayed inside nowadays, because she didn't want to deal with shitty people trying to kill her. Again. For the third time.
Literally isolating herself led to the worst possible outcome.
For Tara.
"Um, Sam?"
Sam didn't bother putting the impact driver in her hand down. She whipped around and grinned at her bemused and annoyed sister coming into the living room.
Tara eyed the power tool in Sam's hand, the few screws poking out of her teeth, and the halfway-put-together hammock limp on the floor.
"Is there a reason why you're drilling holes in the wall?" Tara deadpanned, pulling her arms tight across her chest.
Sam looked down at the hammock as if it was obvious. It was kind of obvious. No, it was really obvious. The hammock was still half drilled into the wall and patiently waiting to be stuck across the room to stretch out. She opened her mouth to let the screws fall into her palm.
"I'm hanging a hammock."
"Why?"
"Because?"
"At 2 in the morning?" Sam went to open her mouth to defend herself, but Tara quickly narrowed her eyes and spoke up again. "When I have a final worth 40% of my grade at 9 in the morning?"
Sam slowly closed her jaw.
Tara held her angry glare for exactly 10 seconds before her shoulders dropped as she sighed. She trudged to the chair and curled up in it, patiently watching Sam watching her. Sam perked up at the silent "go on" from her sister.
"It was supposed to be a surprise for you," Sam admitted. She began to stretch the hammock to the other wall and used her stud finder on the wall. She sighed. "I guess I lost track of time."
Tara raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "So you haven't eaten all day?"
Sam laughed at that, nearly slipping and drilling her hand to the wall. Tara jolted at that but calmed down once Sam continued to laugh.
"That's my line, Tara." Sam tugged on the newly drilled hammock and sighed once she was satisfied it wasn't coming down. "Do you like it?"
"I think I'd like it even more if I didn't have to wake up during the installation."
Ok. Fine. Whatever.
Sam dramatically rolled her eyes and discarded the impact driver and stud finder on the half of the couch the hammock didn't cover. She flopped onto the hammock with a groan, hands behind her head.
"I'll just use it then," Sam teased with her eyes closed, "since someone doesn't appreciate honest work."
She could feel the side eye Tara was giving her, and she couldn't help but feel slightly panicked.
Did Tara really not like the gift? Was it over the top? Did it remind Tara too much of... before?
Before Sam could mentally degrade herself about how she should've known better than to burden Tara with this gift, the hammock rocked.
Sam snapped her eyes open at the tipping of the hammock and immediately threw her foot down to the floor for stability. Tara, from Sam's sudden movement, fell the rest of the way into the hammock.
Tara wriggled around, trying to get comfortable, and Sam laid as still as she could. As soon as Tara relaxed, almost completely on top of her older sister, Sam wrapped her arms around Tara and squeezed.
"Gotcha!" Sam said with a kiss to the crown of her head.
Tara grumbled, exhausted.
It was quiet after that. Sam rubbed soothing circles into Tara's back and hummed whatever song came to mind.
"Sammy?" Tara's tired voice slurred into Sam's shoulder. Sam hummed. "I love it; thank you so, so much. I feel like a kid again."
Sam swallowed. Wow. No one had ever really shown appreciation for the things she gave them. To hear how much Tara loved it made Sam love the gift too.
"It's nothing," Sam tried to downplay how happy she was, but the pitch in her voice gave it away.
Tara nuzzled deeper into her sister's bodywarmth, and Sam reached out to snag the wooly blanket from the couch beneath the hammock and toss it over them. Humming, Tara fully relaxed.
"Dos oruguitas," Sam softly sang, tucking Tara's hair behind her ear, "enamoradas.¹"
"Pasan sus noches," Tara mumbled, not even bothering to try and sing right now, "y madrugadas.²"
Sam snorted. Her foot began to lightly kick against the ground to sway the hammock.
The whir of the heater drowned out the honking outside of people rushing to get home and out of the way of the incoming snow storm.
Tara's shoulders hitched, drawing Sam's attention to them. Her eyes went wide when warm tears began to soak her shirt collar.
"Tara? Mi mariposa, ¿qué ocurre?" Sam lifted the two of them up enough so she could wipe away the tears flowing down Tara's cheeks. Each tear was a punch to the gut, and Sam wanted nothing more than to lightly assault whatever made Tara cry. "¿Estás bien?³"
Tara shook her head. "No es nada.⁴ I was thinking about our backyard. We used to do this all the time." She laughed wetly, full of tears. "I didn't know how much I missed it until now."
So... Sam needed to lightly assault herself. Got it.
At least she could make up for all of those afternoon naps in their backyard hammock she missed now.
"Me too," Sam agreed with a smile. She cupped Tara's face and kissed her forehead, and Tara sank into the action with a tired sigh. "Now -" Sam pulled back with a mock stern glare -"you're going back to sleep. You have your final in the morning. Why are you even awake right now?"
"What? You're the one that -"
"Shh, less talking more sleeping."
Tara huffed, but it sounded suspiciously like muffled laughter.
Sam pulled Tara back down and continued to rub her back and push her foot to move the hammock. The soothing motions combined with Sam's warmth lulled Tara into an easy sleep.
But Sam never stopped rocking her foot. She pulled the blanket higher over both of them before hugging her sister.
With Tara now sleeping, Sam silently dissolved into a mess of tears. She was glad Tara wasn't seeing this moment of weakness from her. What would she think of Sam if she knew Sam cried so easily over her?
"Te amo, Tara," she said as she gathered Tara as close as she could, until the world shifted and the puzzle completed. She was whole again. "Te amo mucho, mi corazón.⁵"
Sam closed her eyes and fell asleep with her entire world in her arms.
— ● — ○ — ● — ○ —
1: Two little caterpillars in love
2: They spend their nights and early mornings
3: My butterfly, what's going on? Are you ok?
4: It's nothing.
5: I love you, Tara. I love you so much, my heart.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 years
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Crocodile vaccine exam
I was running away from a crocodile with my friend after our pirate ship had capsized. I then ran into a vaccination center which was also my school. The nurses were cats and all the patients were people from my school. After I had my vaccine, I walked into an exam hall where Jack Whitehall was explaining what to do whilst my grandpa handed out the tests. I then woke up.
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visit-ba-sing-se · 2 years
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okay but why are you all critizing the german entry. he came an gave nothing. he will receive nothing. 10/10 effenciency, no effort wasted. the true 0 point behavior we know & expect.
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