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bluescreening · 4 years

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Practical GCSE Advice

Tips From A New Year 12 Who Somehow Got All 9s

Don’t worry, I’m not becoming a studyblr. I’m writing this on results day as a sort of farewell to GCSEs and to impart some “wisdom” upon the youngsters before I move on to A-levels. I’m going to keep this to specific, practical things you can do to improve, none of that vague nonsense. Subject-specific tips for maths, geography, triple science, language, literature, graphic comms and comp sci under the fold because this is too bloody long already.

General Tips:

Don’t go revision crazy. People will always emphasize revision, but so long as you’re revising effectively (see below) you’re safe to start revising about a month before mocks, and two months before your final exams. In terms of a revision schedule during those months, I worked with one or two hours per day, with a free day on Friday and Sunday.

Use apps to stay organised. Put your school timetable and exam dates in your calendar of choice with appropriate reminders and colour coding. To keep track of homework and revision, use Adapt - you can put in your GCSEs and it tracks which topics you have covered and how many times, as well as allowing you to input homework and your school timetable. During study time use Forest (free on Android) to lock yourself out of your phone for a certain amount of time.

Pay attention to lessons from the start. From the beginning of Year 10 every lesson is a GCSE lesson, and everything you learn could come up in an exam. Follow along with your teacher, make the best notes you can, do the work and understand the concepts as early as you can. You’ll thank yourself in a year as you watch the rest of your class wonder what a ribosome is when revision time comes.

Revise effectively. Use Adapt or a textbook to keep track of your confidence level on every topic, so when you’re revising you can focus on the ones you don’t understand whatsoever. Also, don’t just read stuff when revising. You have to train your brain to retrieve the information. Memorise vocabulary and basic facts using flashcards, then answer exam questions. Lots and lots of exam questions.

Use your teachers. They want you to succeed because it reflects well on them! If you don’t understand something after a lesson, pop back at break or lunch, or shoot them an email and they will help. Don’t just bank on it not showing up in the test because Sod’s Law dictates that it will. After Christmas in Year 11 they will often start revision sessions or intervention. Attend them for any subjects you’re even slightly shaky on. They’ll boost your grade like nothing else, even if it does take up some of your chill out time.

Buy textbooks and study materials through school. If your school offers you textbooks and workbooks it’s likely that will be the best deal for them, since they’re purchased in bulk. Grab all you can in Year 10 and talk to the school if you can’t afford many - they may be willing to help. If you know any higher-level teachers see if they have any sample study materials from CGP and the like. My English teacher gave me a lovely set of sample CGP Macbeth flashcards that would have proved really useful.

Make flashcards at the end of every topic. Stay on top of them. You want a term on one side and a definition on the other, or a quote and analysis etc. If you don’t like endless bits of card floating around use Quizlet - you might not even need to make them yourself as many people have shared GCSE flashcards there.

And finally - don’t forget you’re a human! Humans need regular sleep, healthy food including breakfasts, hydration, fun and social time. Make time in your day to take care of yourself. Your brain works better when you’re healthy so often an extra hour of sleep will do more for your grade than an extra hour of revision. Hanging out with your friends and keeping up with your hobbies reduces stress.

Feel free to ask me any questions you may have about any of this stuff, or if you just need advice I’m here too! I’ve done it before, I can help you out.

Subject Specific Tips:

Edexcel Maths:

Use CorbettMaths. All the time. If you haven’t done every one of his worksheets at least once you’re not grinding hard enough. Jk, but seriously this guy used to teach me in real life and he’s awesome. He makes flashcard packs, videos on every aspect of GCSE maths, daily challenges, textbook exercises, practice exam questions... literally everything you could ever need.

Practice everything until you’re sick of it, and then do ten more questions.

You’ll need to memorise some trig identities. Don’t memorise them as a table, that’s hard. Memorise them as these triangles, sketch them out in an exam and work it out on the spot. Easy.

AQA Geography:

Don’t goof off during your fieldwork. Don’t make the same mistake as me. If I ever had to do the fieldwork paper I would not have got a 9. Even though it’s a field trip, even though you’re with your friends, this will directly impact your GCSEs and you need to treat it like an exam.

Memorise vocabulary then move onto exam questions. Geography is very formulaic and exam questions repeat themselves - take advantage of that.

Memorise. Your. Case. Studies.

AQA Biology, Chemistry and Physics:

A l l h a i l f r e e s c i e n c e l e s s o n s .

Practice those reading comprehension questions where you’re presented with information and have to answer questions about them. A surprising amount of people get overwhelmed because they haven’t revised it. You can’t! You have to read and understand it within the exam.

Memorise your bloody equations for physics or you will fail. Use Quizlet, learn them all by the end of year 10 even if you don’t know what they’re about yet, practice using them.

Buy the CGP workbooks and complete them! Make sure to buy the answers too, because CGP are scammers.

AQA English Language and Literature:

Identify 10-20 brief quotes from each piece of literature so you have a few for each character and theme. They can overlap! Also, memorise the author’s intentions for each one. With poems (for those of you who have to do them... I’m not salty, I promise) ask your teacher to recommend 5 that match up with the most themes and memorise 3 quotes from each. Remember to analyse the rest of the poems too - any of them could come up so it’s good to have an understanding.

Memorise structures for every question. The examiners will tell you not to use structures. Shut up, I got all 9s. Structures are the best way for slow writers to ensure they get everything they need to in. TETAAC (topic, evidence, terminology, analysis, alternative interpretation, context) works for lit essays and can be modified for every other question. Work out how many paragraphs you can write in 40 minutes and take that into account when planning. Once the plan is done it’s just a matter of making it sound frilly. English: hacked. My normal plan for a lit essay is a one-sentence thesis statement for an intro, 3xTETAAC paragraphs and a conclusion which reiterates everything but better.

Don’t worry if your grade is terrifyingly low to begin with. That’s just how English rolls. You’ll slowly develop the skills you need and start to make 3 or 4 grades of progress throughout year 11.

OCR Art and Design - Graphic Communication:

Think long and hard about whether you want to do graphics or fine art, if your school offers both. Graphics is designing logos, fine art is whatever you want. I should have taken fine art in retrospect.

Make as much work as possible from the very start, even if you haven’t decided on your portfolio project yet. Everything, and I mean everything, can be shoehorned. If you make a lot of work you have some leeway and can leave out your early stuff so your overall portfolio looks better.

Annotate as you go and store all your thoughts digitally. Even if you have no clue what you’re supposed to write in annotations, put down your thought process. It’s easy to tidy up something you wrote a year ago, but it’s really hard to stare at a letter F made out of newspaper and remember where on earth you were going with it.

To make enough work you will need to stay after school often and give up a lot of lunch times. That’s just how it goes. At least with the right crew it can be fun - the combo of my friends and the very chaotic art teachers at my school made my Thursday graphics sessions something to look forward to.

OCR Computer Science:

Use Quizlet flashcards to memorise terms. Being able to correctly define terms is half the battle, literally. You’ll basically get an instant 9 on the first paper if you memorise every term defined in the textbook. Luckily, someone beautiful and generous by the name of sporkified (wink wink) on Quizlet has created two sets with everything you need to know for the entire qualification.

Practice programming in your chosen language before your programming project starts. Learn to do everything mentioned in the textbook and try it out on a sample project. Many will tell you to not bother about the programming project, it doesn’t matter. That’s true to some extent, but excelling in the programming project can tip you up a grade as well as making the algorithm questions on paper 2 easier for you.

Take part in Cyber Discovery. Give it a Google, sign up. It’s really hard if you have no practical computer experience but doing it gave me a real edge with paper 2 which is where you want to focus your energy as it’s weighted more. Also it’s fun.

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sincerelyreidburke · 3 years

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study break

“Take a break, baby.”

Quinn isn’t sure he’s ever been more grateful for a voice of reason. He looks up from his chemistry textbook for the first time in what has to be at least thirty minutes, and Sebastián, just back from his run across campus to the café, is a welcome sight to behold as he approaches. He holds a bag in one hand, and some kind of warm drink in the other. His cheeks are a little flushed, and there are snowflakes in his curls, where they stick out from under his stocking cap.

“I got you a tea,” he adds, with a gentle, handsome smile, and places the cup down like a peace offering onto Quinn’s disaster table. When he sits in the empty spot beside him on the couch, it sinks with his weight, and Quinn tips toward him naturally.

“Thank you,” he manages to get out, and then, as Sebastián wraps his arm around him, he presses into his shoulder to yawn. “What time is it?”

“Four-thirty,” Sebastián replies, which is an atrocity, because it’s entirely dark outside the windows. Quinn has occupied this same spot in the basement of the dorm for nearly the entire afternoon, trying to prepare as much as possible for his Chem 100 exam tomorrow. Exam season is in full swing, as the last days of the semester approach, and Quinn can almost feel the academic stress like a physical weight on his shoulders.

It’s been a busy weekend.

He grumbles, and rests his face against Sebastián’s sweatshirt. “I think I was just reading the same page for ten minutes straight.”

“You should take a break,” Sebastián repeats, rubbing his back. “I got you a grilled cheese.”

“Oh my goodness,” Quinn mumbles, eyeing the bag from the café. This boy is too good to him. “Tea and you bought me dinner?”

“I mean.” Sebastián pauses. “This should count as lunch. Since you forgot about that in your study coma.”

“I’m just— agh.” He squeezes his eyes shut and swats lightly at his chest. This sweatshirt is a nice one, bright Kiersey blue with gold lettering, not something from the hockey team but just from the bookstore. Quinn might want to take it home for winter break, but even that absentminded thought is something he wants to push aside.

Five days from now, he’ll be on a plane bound for six weeks in Michigan, where it’s back to the gray, isolated, artificial life he was living before this lovely first semester of college. Sebastián will be very far away, and they’re fully aware of that fact, ready to face it together, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to be any easier to suddenly not have him around when he’s gotten so used to him. And though it’s a big part, it’s not only the distance from his boyfriend he isn’t looking forward to. He’ll be far from his drama friends, from doing the things he enjoys, from any semblance of having a life at all. Winter break comes with a regularly scheduled dose of his grandparents, a basement bedroom, and repression of self to the highest degree.

For now, it’s easier to focus on exams. And the large, lovely boy hugging him close to his chest. “Are you nervous?” Sebastián is asking, somewhere above him.

“Not so much nervous.” Quinn releases him to look out over his schoolwork again. He really should tidy up this table. The poor custodian would have his head on a spit if he could see how many class notes, books, and pens Quinn has scattered over it this afternoon. “More... anticipatory.”

“I know what you mean.” Sebastián is quiet for a second as he leans forward to gather all his chemistry notes into a semi-neat stack. He places them on top of his current page in the textbook, then closes it on them, to save his spot. When he leans back on the couch again, he takes the tea with him, and sniffs before taking a sip. It’s peppermint. Because this boy knows the way to his heart.

“You should eat, though,” Sebastián insists, while he drinks. “I called Remy and Rho to come down here. We can hang out. You can have a little study break.”

Quinn nods. He thinks the version of himself who set out on this chemistry mission a few hours ago would sooner fight Sebastián tooth and nail than take a break, but now, in the dark, snowy quiet of the early afternoon, he’s ready for a break. His head hurts a little from all the reading, and he’s put in a good effort. The exam is at ten tomorrow, and the night is young.

He pulls his grilled cheese from the bag; there’s an order of fries inside, too, and a cookie for good measure. “My dear,” he says, as he’s examining the food. “I’ll owe you a meal.”

“Ehh.” Sebastián shrugs; his curls bounce a little. His smile is self-satisfied and charming. “You can buy me lunch tomorrow after your test.”

Quinn smiles back, and tips up to kiss his cheek. “Deal.”

He sets the takeout container with sandwich and fries in his lap, and leans back into Sebastián’s shoulder, tucking his feet up onto the couch. Sebastián is looking at his phone, and laughs a moment before he announces, “Ben’s on his way. He kidnapped Remy from the library.”

“Oh, goodness,” Quinn mumbles. “Remy may kill him for that.”

“Yeah, I think that’s possible.” Sebastián tucks his phone away. Quinn offers him up a fry, but he pushes it away. “No— you eat first, baby.”

Quinn can do that. He knows that whatever he doesn’t finish, Sebastián will take care of for him, so he enters into grilled cheese euphoria without another thought on the matter. Nobody does a grilled cheese like the grill cook at the Bluegrass Café. Yet another thing about college he’ll miss over break. Oma’s cooking isn’t exactly anything to write home about.

“How’s your studying going?” he asks, as he eats. Sebastián already had one exam, yesterday, but he has three more to go, one of which is for his intro to sociology class, tomorrow afternoon.

“I feel good,” Sebastián says. “I’ll study more in the morning, though. I was doing study prayers earlier. I said one for you.”

“You—” Quinn pauses, with his sandwich halfway to his mouth. “You did?”

“Yeah!” The way he says it is so carefree, like he hasn’t just made Quinn’s heart flutter. “I’ve said a couple,” he adds. “I said one before you had that big lab practical last week.”

Quinn wonders if he’s red in the face, as he looks up at him. Logically, of course he knows— has known— that Sebastián is very religious. He wears it on his person, quite literally, with the cross around his neck, and figuratively, too, as he’s spoken openly about faith since Quinn first met and got to know him. But this— this in particular is new information. And it puts something warm and fuzzy in Quinn’s heart.

“What?” Sebastián has noticed now that Quinn is staring at him. He smiles just a little, as he asks, “You okay, cariño?”

He doesn’t exactly mean to blurt it out, but his head is so in the clouds that he doesn’t get the chance to stop himself. “You pray for me?”

Sebastián looks— well, maybe not surprised, exactly, by this question, but at least a little confused. “Of course I do,” he says, without a second’s hesitation. “I pray for you all the time.”

Quinn is most definitely red in the face now. He takes too long to respond, though, because Sebastián speaks again, with a tinge of insecurity in his voice. “Is that— weird?” he asks, then starts to scramble. “If it makes you uncomf—”

“No— no, Sebastián, no. It isn’t weird. It doesn’t make me uncomfortable.” He hurries to shut down any doubt, and, to his relief, the worry fades from Sebastián’s face as quickly as it showed up. He presses his palm flat to his chest, and looks right into his eyes as he adds, “I just think it’s incredibly sweet.”

“Oh.” Sebastián pauses a second, then smiles, that big, goofy grin that Quinn fell head over heels for barely a month ago. He somehow feels like it’s been a lot longer than that. “Well, yeah, I— I do it. It’s just— like, natural. I couldn’t imagine not doing it. I mean, you’re my—” He shakes his head, pausing again, and then remarks, “I pray for everyone I care about.”

Goodness, Quinn is in so deep with this boy. His cheeks burn as he smiles up at him, and then presses forward to kiss him, a gentle little peck but a sweet thing all the same. “I think that’s so lovely,” he says. “And thank you. For doing that for me.”

“I always will,” Sebastián says, like there’s never been another way.

Quinn is getting used to the idea of always.

He gives him another kiss, to make up for his loss for words, and Sebastián is making like he’s going to pull him into his lap when the rude interruption comes.

“Okay, simp city! Break it up!”

Quinn jolts, and doesn’t even need to look to know who the voice belongs to. At the foot of the basement stairs, and, by the looks of it, fresh from the outdoors, Ben is classically boisterous and disruptive, and has a less-than-impressed Remy in tow. Like Sebastián was when he returned from the café, they’re a little snowy and windblown.

“There’s no PDA in the basement,” Ben adds, tutting at the both of them, as he strolls over to the table. “I’ll snitch you to the RA.”

"That isn’t a real rule, Benjamin,” Quinn mutters, in lieu of a greeting.

“Snitches get stitches,” Sebastián adds, and mimes shooting Ben with a finger-pistol.

“You’re right, but for you two schmoopy fucks? I’d risk it all.” Ben tosses himself onto the couch on the other side of Quinn’s disaster table, and Remy, who still does not look impressed, takes the armchair next to it, since Ben has occupied the couch’s entire real estate via sprawling.

Quinn looks to him, as he digs into his backpack. “How are you, Remy?”

“I have so much vocabulary to memorize,” Remy mumbles, and presses his forehead into his hand before he adds, “Life is bleak.”

“Aw, you can do it, Rem.” Sebastián leans forward to drum on the table, like he’s trying to lift his spirits. “We believe in you!”

“I’m going to need all the belief I can get,” Remy replies, and then pulls a notebook out of his backpack.

“Q, is this your mess?” Ben puts his Vans up on the disaster table. “I expected more organization from Mr. ‘I Can’t Leave The Dorm; These Are My Inside Shoes’.”

“Oh, hush,” Quinn replies. “It’s not my fault I have rules about what constitutes sensible footwear for the snow.”

Ben folds his arms and arches an eyebrow. “And yet you don’t have rules about sensible study strategies?”

Quinn throws a fry across the table at him. Remy snorts, but does not look up from his notebook. “Ooh, delicious,” Ben remarks, even though the fry lands on the ground. “Where’d you get the food?”

He picks up the unfinished half of his grilled cheese, and waves it at Ben. “Sebastián graciously did a Bluegrass run for me.”

“You fucking traitor,” Ben whispers, eyes on Sebastián. “You got food for him and not for me?”

“He’s nice to me,” Sebastián replies.

“Ouch.” Ben puts a hand on his heart, bows his head, and remarks, “Message received. We’ll see who lets you in next time you’re locked out of the room at two AM.”

Sebastián sticks his tongue out at Ben, and Quinn laughs. Tucked under Sebastián’s arm on this couch, with snow falling outside, he has a lot to attend to— and cleaning up his disaster table is just the start of it. It’s going to be a busy week, between exams, packing, and saying goodbyes, but right now, he won’t think that far ahead.

Right now, he’ll give himself permission. Right now, he’ll take a break.

#quindo #kiersey college #mini quinny #nandoooooooo #rhode island headass #rat boy #crickets #ficlet #my writing #wtf is this anyway #just sheer fluff???#who knows #mel writes

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bloodbrothcrs · 4 years

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whaddup, i’m rach i’m twenty-three and i never fken learned how to do a proper intro. dsfghjkl. all joking aside, helo to all u angels i’m here to bring you my all time fa Ve aka miss lydia martin aka like every character ever … she deserved better ya’ll. will my love for her be the death of me ?? … probably. anyway !! click below for a little more info about this redheaded angel, and i’d love to get some plots going w/ya’ll bc ya girl loves some drama n connections and overall just … gimmie the love.

˖ ✧ — 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙! lydia martin from teen wolf in the flesh! the twenty-two year old holland roden lookalike is notorious for being intelligent and charismatic. but if you get close enough, you’ll learn that they’re obstinate and sarcastic. anytime i see the cisfemale banshee, i think of bright red lipstick to compliment strawberry blonde locks, an array of books spread among a table reserved for tired eyes, the clicking of heels against flooring as though to announce her presence in a room. don’t tell anyone i told you, but i heard she’s been so overwhelmed with the voices in her head as of late it’s prevented her from sleeping most nights, warranting her to turn to sleeping medication for some peace of mind.

u have been warNed i can’t intro && it’s been a hot sec since i was in a tumblr rp so i apologize for ... everything from here onward.

anyway !! i’m keeping lydia very much canon up until the end of teen wolf, so all the struggles, happiness, sadness, every memory and everything she endured in the show is being kept intact. i’m basically going to kind of fill the gaps for the last few years and leave room for some plots to happen in-between.

as mentioned in the show, lydia heads to mit in cambridge, ma, as a junior. while it doesn’t tell us what she’s studying i honestly just guess it’ll be mathematics, and i could also see her taking classes in chemistry, or even women’s and gender studies. she’d be eager to challenge herself, and maybe to try to take her mind off of the panic of being so far from beacon hills and her friends.

since she’s now twenty-two, and originally entered university as a junior i’m going to go ahead and say she graduated in the last couple of months ( ugh @ the tw gang all the cute canons of them being at eachothers graduations tho ). however, she was still in a TA position in one of the local highschools within massachusetts up until the recent winter break.

now for how lydia wound up in cherryville. i’ve kind of decided that lydia has probably only been in the little town for maybe a fortnight at best? she’s probably staying in one of the local motels/b&b’s and possibly at this point looking for a roomie or even somewhere more permanent to live. but anyway! this is kind of how i seen it happening, given the fact she’s a banshee, and has in the past had a tenancy to wound up in places without being fully conscious or aware she’s going there, that’s how i pictured it happening. she was having this draw or this pull, and considering she’s been having a struggle with the voices in her head lately, figured that if she let it guide her it might lead her to a solution to quiet the noise.

one night she got in her car and she didn’t stop driving for HOURS until she wound up in sweet lil cherryville. i’m going to throw it out there as a possible plot that she might’ve even gotten out of her car and was just stood somewhere in the town square completely out of it, so if you want your character to have come across her and shake her from that little trance ?? there’s a possible plot i guess ?? which could definitely seem strange if it was a human who stumbled upon her with no idea about the supernatural ... they’d probably just think she was straight up cray.

anyway, since that night lydia has stuck around cherryville, determined to find out what the pull was to draw her here in the first place. she’s extremely sus and paranoid about the whole thing, and has been doing her fair bit of snooping around.

oh also !! i should mention that at the moment she’s working for nate archibald for the spectator, he caught on to her investigative work and was highly impressed by her, so she’s now practically his right hand women. lydia agreed to the job position as she figured it would give her reason to snoop around cherryville, it was an excuse to use if anyone questioned her.

okay so !! i think that’s ... it ??? if you’re not at all familiar with lydia/the teen wolf universe i would happily link u to her wiki page so you can get a more in-dept explanation ination of her character, or i literally would talk about this angel for hours on end so i’d happily explain her myself in more detail!

okay, i’m gonna stop rambling now, pls hit up those dms if you wanna plot w/my angel i definitely want all the drama/connections/anything !! <3

#『 OOC 』 / SHUT UP RACHEL.#hqcherry:intro

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marnivanross · 4 years

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★ have you seen [ MARNI VANROSS ] since the storm? some say they look like [ zoey deutch ] but they’re [ 21 ] & go by [ THE SKEPTIC ]. [ she’s ] lived in halloway for [ 12 years ] & they are originally from [ LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA]. before the town vanished they were studying [ astronomy ] and lived at [ UNI BLVD ]. most people knew the [ CISFEMALE ] as [ + INTELLIGENT ] but i’ve heard they can also be [ - COLD ]. for some reason, they feel [ uneasy ] about the town’s disappearance. ( pepper, twenty three, s he/her, est )

ABOUT THE MUN. what is that? that freaky thing? yes, that’s right, it’s a naked mole rat.

hello all, my name is pepper and what you’re about to see is about to be peak mediocrity. i am usually pretty decent at intros but i really have spent most of today watching love island, and i just spent the past two hours watching pilot pete make horrible decisions, so my brain is officially mush. that said i am going to do my best to make this coherent. to start, a bit about me, i am a taurus. i like trash tv. i’m really craving chicken fingers. i have never met a plate of nachos i didn’t like, and if i could be anything other than a human person i’d be a cloud i think. alright onto the good stuff.

BIO. *has my feelings surgically removed*

first of all here is her pinterest board (keep in mind marni was kind of the skully inspired muse in a scooby doo rp so that’s why stuff looks a bit spooky)

marni was brought into the world into a weird situation by anyone’s standards, but especially by hers. to start, both her parents were hippies. yes, weed smoking, chakra cleansing, organic grown kale that they got from the farmer’s market where the only store clerk walked around with her tits proudly out, hippies. but they weren’t just any hippies, they were rich hippies. and that somehow made it worse.

clint ‘storm’ vanross and clementine vanross were the proud owners and entrepreneurs of a whole food organic grocery store (think whole foods or trader joe’s), and clemetine later went on to ride the success of their company to create her own website and brand (think goop basically. yes, marni’s mother has sold a candle that smells like her vagina, and yes marni is deeply ashamed of it). both businesses were wildly successful, and so clem and storm quickly went from living and travelling the world in their van to having about six mansions across the world. marni came into their life as their first child around the time they bought mansion two. she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, but that spoon’s handle was made of moon quartz and the silver was organically sourced.

from there on out marni was raised in a weird way. you’d think because hippies were all about free love, that marni would be raised with an abundance of it but that wasn’t exactly the case. her parents were all about giving marni her aunotomy fairly early in life, which sounds good, but really means that marni was simply treated as an adult from the moment she could walk by herself. and she was the adult really. after all, marni was the one who had to convince her parents to enroll her in school (they were determined to let the world be her teacher, and marni simply wasn’t having any of it), the one who had to fix her own meals when all that was left in their fridge was raw tofu, the one who had to clean up her mother’s vomit whenever she went a bit to hard on the moonshine. yes, marni had parents, but she also had forty-something year old children in boho chic attire.

and marni’s parents never understood it. after all, with the way they were they could never understand how their genetics combined to make such a serious girl. one who would look at the moon and not just admire it, but ask how it stayed up there in the first place. how far away was it? how could she get there? and when told to simply enjoy and love it for what it was, would instead march herself to the library and find out the answers herself. marni’s parents and her truly never saw eye to eye, and at a certain point marni stopped trying to. she wasn’t expecting her parents to follow suit, but follow suit they did. marni’s parents gave up on trying to understand her her around the time she was nine. that’s when she moved to halloway, or rather, that’s when they moved her to halloway.

they said it was because of business. the fact was, marni’s parents had been marching her around the world, from state to state and country to country whenver they wanted to start up a new store or run down a new story. yes, sometimes they would leave her (alone, in an empty house, with only the occasional eccentric ‘aunt’ or ‘uncle’ to come by and make sure marni wasn’t dead) for a while for short business trips (the longest being about two weeks) but they always came back eventually. but this was different. her parents set her up in halloway with a nanny named paola, and then they left for the foreseeable future. her mother, to go down to africa to chase a story. her father, to go down to europe and expand the business. they both promised to be back within a month, and they were. but then they left again. and again. and again.

but it was fine. marni and paola got along great. she learned very quickly how to forge her parents signature on school forms. she didn’t need them. she didn’t miss them. but she did desperately want them to want her, and it took marni a long time to realize they just didn’t.

marni was the new girl for a while. she struggled a bit to make friends as the little girl who got more excited by science experiments than barbies. the one who was always the first to raise her hand in class, and the one with the famous parents. most of the kids didn’t know who the vanross’ were but the parents did. and having the occassion adult come up to marni and tell her how they just loved her mother’s zuchini bread recipe, or the all organic popcorn they sold at her father’s store was just... weird. and other kids found it weird too. marni struggled for a while, and was picked on quite a lot but what was she to do other than accept it? all that marni had in her arsenal were facts and scathing words, and mean kids didn’t usually tend to let those stop them.

eventually marni grew up. she went to high school. skipped prom. remained fairly anonymous other than becoming president of the chemistry club, valedictorian and being known as the girl known for making friends with her teachers. she got accepted to harvard and yale for university, but not knowing if it was because of her own accomplishments (which were countless) or because of her parents, she refused them both and decided to stay in halloway. to go to university here. to try and make her own way.

honestly in university marni’s life was similarly uneventful because for the most part she was the quiet type that went to class, went home, and back. she didn’t cause any stir unless you could hear the occasional scathing comment murmured under her breath, or you were a neighbour who marni was screaming at to keep it down. she didn’t even attend a single party unless coerced. she was nobody, and honestly that was how marni liked it. she had never been one for the spotlight. she genuinely preferred to be more behind the scenes, unless there was a need to rise to the occasion.

and then all of this happened y’all. it really went to shit huh. marni is terrified honestly and she just wants to know what’s going on. a lot of people who barely know who she is have probably seen her speaking up and asking questions and getting almost frenzied in her attempt to find the truth because the mystery of all this is driving her insane. no she doesn’t miss her parents particularly, but she does miss what the world used to be and she wants to go back to that, desperately, but she also really just wants to know. like if marni understood what was happening here or even just played a part in future generations understanding, and she was literally still never able to get back... honestly she could still die pretty happy i’m ngl.

PERSONALITY. *eyes snap open at 3:52am* nobody likes me

blunt. painfully painfully blunt, god. if marni thinks you’re an idiot she will tell you to your face, she really does not care and that absolutely will get her into trouble one day

painfully curious! wants to know what’s happening with this whole situation, god desperately wants to know the truth and mechanics behind it.

cold honestly?? like marni doesn’t know how to comfort people really, she was never really taught how. she isn’t very compassionate, she’s genuinely more on the logical side. will give you the most rational answer even if it does sound kinda of cruel

the voice of reason! the person in your friend group who is the designated driver. also the person in your friend group who would say ‘i told you so’

an overachiever. lives for academic acknowledgement, like those little gold stars on your papers in elementary school are what kept marni going man. huge ass nerd. huge ass bookwarm.

super stubborn. refuses to even entertain the idea of anything magical happening here, and is honestly kind of judgmental of people who think that way because of her parents like marni has very little respect for any hippies i’m not gonna lie

skeptical as hell but we been knew

a know it all! think she’s right about everything !! she usually is but still !!

does not know what to do with emotion. has had a couple, and does not recommend it. would rather die than admit to a feeling.

trust issues galore! does not trust literally anyone ever. if marni trusts you than you’re truly special

HEADCANNONS. it takes me 3-7 business days to process my feelings

has never learnt to ride a bike cause her parents never taught her rip

loves the smell of books

laughs at horror movies generally. the kind of person who is really hard to scare.

was raised a vegan but loves eating meat. stress eats meat when she’s truly like anxious, and so is really bummed about the dwindling meat supply for more reasons than one.

needs coffee to survive, so the rationing has got her going a bit crazy even though she knows it’s necessary.

has never really gotten truly drunk.

keeps a detailed journal about all of her thoughts about all of this and takes meticulous notes.

is left handed.

can shoot a gun and does have one on her person pretty much at all times. i headcannon that her nanny paola taught her to shoot, and marni isn’t strong at all but she’s a pretty good shot. it’s the only way she has to defend herself honestly.

is redheaded/strawberry blonde zoey and redheaded/strawberry blonde zoey ONLY

bi as hell!

WANTED CONNECTIONS. baby’s first words are ‘i’m not here to make friends’

i really am too lazy to make a whole ass sexy list rn and i apologize sjsdjjdf but !!! best friends, friends, confidantes, someone who used to drag her to parties, someone who used to pick on her, someone who used to defend her, flings, exes (marni is a horrible gf and she probably DIPPED the moment she started to feel something so give it to me folks), crushes she used to have in high school or middle school or elementary school, people who had crushes on her in high school or middle school or elementary school, current crushes on either end, enemy (just someone she butts heads with man!), old academic rivals, partner in crime in trying to figure this shit out, someone who hates her man, sibling like relationship, a girl squad, someone who tries to get her to loosen up, someone who is really chill and okay with the current situation who marni just wants to strangle with her bare hands!!! and anything else your heart desires okay, thank you for listening to me ramble ilu already.

#hallowayintro #this is a new blog so i already know this won't show up in the tag but still #m.v. | intro.

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ofchrstians-blog · 6 years

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i told ya’ll i would end up doing this lmao. anyways, once again i’m xan ( she/they ) and this is my non-rushed intro for my disaster son christian! a proper intro of myself is that i’m busy this semester and i hate it so much but you gotta put in the work to get that degree amirite? i’m pretty much a giant ball of stress at the moment, but i know it’ll all work out, but anyways, you guys came for a proper background on christian, so i hope you guys like this version a little better! and it might be long i’m sorry i’m nutty.

christian dempsey avecedo was born to a young and unprepared couple in anchorage, alaska. by the time of his birth, his mom and dad ended their relationship. his father left almost immediately following the breakup, so his mom raised him as a single mother. due to not having a father present at the time of christian’s birth, he ended up receiving his mother’s last name.

i switched the ethnicities of dylan’s parents irl so in this case christian’s mom is of spanish descent instead of his father, which is why his last name is avecedo.

christian’s mom knew that she didn’t want to raise him in anchorage, so she ultimately packed him up along with their minimal possessions when he was eighteen months old; they ended up moving to winsted, ct. his mom attended community college since that was all she could afford being 20 and a single mom, but she also worked two jobs while attending school.

while they had family that lived in connecticut, christian’s mom didn’t want to rely on her family constantly when it came to his care. as a toddler, there were often times where christian would go to class with his mom.

as he got to school age, christian developed an interest in both math and science. as a baby/toddler, his mom noticed that he didn’t like toys that did a lot of singing, but instead the toys that made him think. when he started school, he excelled in those portions of learning, often winning science fairs and participating in school organizations like math club, decathlon, and things of the like.

while he was in elementary school, his mom finally graduated and became a registered nurse. she was able to purchase a modest farmhouse for the two of them and she continues to reside him winsted to this day.

fast forward to high school and christian is pretty the epitome of the best student. he excelled in all of his academics, but of course he did very well in math and science. when it came to choosing colleges, christian had his mind set on MIT, but he still worried about the money even though there are grants and scholarships out there. however, he just knew that it would be a lot of loans he’d have to take out.

christian applied to yale out of the encouragement of his mom; she was always super proud of him in everything he did, so he applied without thinking he’d end up with a full academic scholarship to the school. he ultimately graduated high school as valedictorian with a 4.36 GPA, a 2360 on his SAT based on the old scoring, and a boat load of AP and honors courses.

anyways, now at yale, christian is a double major in mechanical engineering and mathematics with aspirations of getting his masters in aerospace engineering. he’s a graduating senior this year, so he’s in his final stretch of his undergrad and his fifth year since he has double majors.

christian has always had an interest in space and robotics, but his dream job would be working at NASA. he specifically would like to be an aerospace engineer specializing in heat transfer or an electronics engineer w/ telecommunications.

his schedule is pretty jam-packed between honor council, his fraternity ( sigma omega epsilon ) and the lacrosse team. i need to send this change the main because i thought he was gonna be a doctor, but he proved me wrong!

he’s also a TA for a numerical methods class, so that class doubles as his job and fulfilling a major requirement so he’s pretty damn busy since he usually spends his time between the honor council meeting, fraternity meetings, lacrosse practice, and grading papers. he’ll sometimes teach the numerical methods classes on the days the professor is absent, so he’s freaking busy.

christian’s personality is pretty chilled out, even though he’s a major asshole. he’s the type to half listen, to let things go in one ear and out of the ear, and to overall be pretty nonchalant with conversation. he’s that way with everyone he knows ( except for his momma! ), so it’s never an element of him hating you unless he just hates you. if you come across him at parties, he’s the guy who just casually drinks and spends his time mixing and mingling. he doesn’t really go to parties to get drunk, but to relax and unwind.

if he’s really angry, though, i would suggest steering clear. if he’s turning red and his hands are balling into fists, he’s real pissed and it’s the one trait he gets from his dad.

i stopped labeling/announcing my charas’ sexuality a while ago because i felt like i was limiting myself with plots and such, but christian is pansexual as hell so he’s pretty open to everything! he’s the kind of guy who makes lasting relationships based on personalities.

as for plots, i’m open to brainstorm or go based on chemistry, whichever is the most comfortable for you! some specific plots i would love to have are best friends, ex best friends, rivals, academic rivals, enemies, frenemies, flirtationship, ex gf/bf, on and off, toxic fwbs, ex fwbs, current fwbs, hookup, ex hookup, former friends, strictly hookups, squad/clique, good/bad influence, first loves, confidant, and literally anything else!

i’m very sorry for pretty much reposting the same intro, but the last one seemed so rushed to me and like i didn’t give actual detail so here’s me trying again! like i said, i’ll be on for plotting and the like once i’m finished with my homework, so i’ll see you guys then!

#yale:intro #this version is so much better #i'm sorry i'm highkey a perfectionist #i queued this @ 2am that's who i am :(

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poop1001 · 7 years

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First week of school over.

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I don’t know how I got through the first week of school to be honest. It felt like eternity. Not because I was in school for 10 hours a day but because Im not mentally and emotionally stable. I know this semester will be long, like the days when I was in elementary school and all i wanted was to go home because I was so scared of being bullied by my classmates. This semester is going to be long because of my consistent anxiety for nearly a whole month straight. but anyways. Like for the past week i woke up, ate and did my bed. I left early as usual to find street parking. I finally got the chance to hangout in the cafeteria with my A&P textbook. I finally finished chapter one. So many terms to write, i literally cramped my finger from writing too much hehe. It was 11:30 and I wore your two rings as I was walking to my evolution class. When i got to the lecture room I was wondering why no one was here. I went to check my schedule and Evolution starts at 1:00pm lol. I then walked back to school and came across charms. We went to find if we can rent our evolution text book but they were all out of stock. So we went to intrinsic and just hung out. While Hir and Charms were talking I was on tumblr looking at some depressing ass feeds. It was 12:45 and charms and I walked to class. I then held a spot for you like always. I saw you and the first thing I did was take the rings out of my fingers and gave them to you. Today was different. Class started and I didn’t pay attention to anything my professor said. What made it more different was I didn’t look at your hands this time. Not because i’m over you, which i’m not but because it hurts emotionally. Class ended and I immediately left for my intro to photography class. I thought it would take my mind off things but it didn’t. I had a depressing ass face throughout that lecture. She just kept talking about organizing your binder... Like shut the fuck up, you said it like 50x lol. Class ended and I called you to ask where you were. We met up and walked to my car. I was pretty silent like usual. I wanna talk to you, I want to be myself around you but I cant. Its too hard. Im sad and jealous. When we were driving to staples, I was holding the gear level of my car. I don’t know if you noticed but that is a habit ive been growing in to for the past 2 weeks. I would drive with my left hand, hold the gear with my right and constantly move my fingers as if the gear was your hand and I was trying to hold it. My hand misses yours. Its almost like incomplete toy missing one of its important parts. Our hards are suppose to be the one that fits each other but it has lost the other half. My hand holds the gear because he has nothing else to hold on. It holds on to something until its lost piece it found. He’s waiting like always even though he doesn’t know where the other piece is. I mean the other piece is clearly with something else but my hand feels incomplete. Anyways I was silent this whole trip. I don’t come and help you because i think its a job; I come and help you because I want to even if it makes me sad. I just want to see you do a great job and I want to contribute to your efforts. We then went to chipotle and i just ate in silence. Its so hard looking at you in the face because my heart races when I do. Im scared. When we stare into each others eyes for a second, I just fake smile. You shouldn't worry about me anyways, you’re happy and thats all that should matter to you. Im sad and tired and it’s w.e. We then went to Michael's and I hope you got all the things you need. You’re probably gonna give that K (potassium) sticker thing to him because he’s into the chemistry shit. I then drove you home, you hugged me, your cheeks were close to mine and all I wanted to do was kiss your warm puffy cheeks. I wanted you to feel the pain of wanting you back. I wanted you to feel my emotions. I wanted to kiss you because you’re still my universe that I cant escape. You left and I had the urge to cry. I miss you.

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joisapig · 7 years

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Looking Back and Moving Forward

With the new year resolution made, my life was back on track. So much freedom and happiness in me and I feel like the luckiest woman on earth to have so many close and loved ones supporting me.

¾ of 2016 had been rough from the beginning till after the break up. However, it was also a relief that I got myself out of that shit hole which I kept falling back in the last quarter. It wasn’t easy, and I wouldn’t say I was proud of myself either but I managed to get out of it.

And was I glad I did.

I become the person I am and do things I want to. The experiences were amazing and they filled me to the fullest.

Right after the rough stint, I went to Malacca with my brother and his family in mid Aug. They welcomed me with open arms and the “self-pitiful” me went along and was pulling a long face the whole three days because I was supposedly heart-broken. However, having family around is the best thing ever. They left you alone to your moods but still tried to be there at the same time. For that, I’m grateful.

Estelle invited me to try pole dance with her. At first I was skeptical, I ain’t got no dancing bones in me! Been there, done that! 4 years in modern dance in secondary school. And I still feel stiff as fuck. I suspect it could be my shoulders know. Like cmon, relax man~ But, I still went for it. I joined kfit. What’s there to lose? Nothing. I needed to keep fit anyway. Tried many studios, tbh it was fucking fun. I’ve always love doing new things, more of like challenging myself. Imagine hanging on the pole and doing some awesome tricks but still looking graceful. Well, I can try that, cant I? But, I was err “shy” or should I say lazy? And this is what Estelle told me, “I’m going US the next month and you should really go for classes yourself instead of only when with me. Because this will then prove that you genuinely like it and you aren’t going because I am.” Woah. What?! That was a given challenge. Hey woman, I love it so I’m gonna show you that I really do. And that’s when I did. Went for pole classes myself, made new friends and brought friends in. Fun as fuck. And Estelle returned from US amused and proud of my improvements.

Phuket in Sept was next with liyuan for 5D4N. It was amazing. I said I want to surf and she went right along with me. That was fun and I absolutely enjoyed myself that we went again! It was liberating to do things for myself. I had time. Time for myself which was lost when I didn’t know how to manage.

Then Bangkok in Oct was next with lovely Huiyi and Zhimin. Huiyi’s mentor tagged along and I must say I was a little sad that they didn’t have anything going on. I really wish for her to have someone who’s not him in her life instead. Then there will be future ahead. But Bangkok was fun. I shopped so much! Bought stuff for myself too! I was happpppy!

And in the very same month, I got a surprise from my manager that I’ve got a salary adjustment for my work. It was great news because I felt at least now I’m earning the “right” amount in comparison to others in the society. I love my job. I love IT. And to be recognized for my effort was encouraging because this is a company which values its people. I’m blessed.

In Nov, I’ve decided to join an all girls’ darts league. It was a great decision made. Tiring as it was, I got to meet many people and gained league experiences. It was challenging and for the first few games, I was nervous. I always wish that I can focus. It’s like I am a 3 minutes person. Ooo, I love this, I’m gonna do this and excel in it. Then, I lose focus and it’s gone. But this league, it keeps me going. I didn’t have a choice. It was a commitment. And because I have teammates which I don’t want to “let down”, I practice. And when you practice, you improve. And it is still fun to me. When you hit the bulls and triples, the sounds coming from the dart board exhilarate me.

Yixuan broke up in Dec. She said I seem so happy and doing things that I like which made her see why her relationship wasn’t working out. I don’t know how her relationship was. But I have always felt that relationships starting out since secondary schools or junior colleges lasting till now seems to be like couples only having each other. This is what I see from social media which I could be wrong but the couples are usually hanging out with only each other. And that isn’t healthy I suppose. Sometimes, we need friends around us too. But of course, always set your priorities right. I’m really glad for her though. Super glad. Not the break up but her changes. She is so much happier now and amazing. She was the matured one in our clique. Now there’s this wild side of her appearing and full of life. Spontaneous but hopefully, still able to keep herself safe.

So past 2016 after the break up, I told myself that I would stay single for a year but I have friends telling me there’s no such thing. When love comes, it comes.

Even though I said I would be single, I did go dating around. I was just thinking like hey you know what, I have to meet people. Meeting people is interesting. You get to read them, find out what you like or dislike. I know I don’t have to meet guys and I don’t need any more new friends, but I would wanna know what’s good for me too. I’ve always wanted to settle down but I find out that hey, it doesn’t work that way. You don’t want to settle down then you meet anyone and that could be the person for you. No. Because you don’t settle. I want to meet the person who makes me want to settle down with. The idea is different now.

Truth be told, I’ve probably met about 7 new persons from tinder. None matters of course. But sometimes, the funny thing in life comes least expected. Met up with Chelsea and the rest as usual to have meal in HV and we were just talking about life when she teased me about liking Indians and wanting to intro her friend to me. I was like nah, not interested luh. I don’t like Indians specifically but I like nice people. And liking nice people don’t mean I have a thing for anyone. So after the meal here and there, apparently there was a plan to go clubbing and her Indian friend was going along. And that’s when I met him.

Okay, cute. Okay, tall. Hello beer belly. Hello smokes. Eek. Nopes! Haha! So I formed these in my head. But he suddenly became fucking cute to me that night in the wee morning which must be due to the alcohol. Entwined his fingers around mine to lead me in the club was interesting as I dont usually do that with strangers. But then again, my clubbing experiences could be counted with two hands back then. Haha.

Whatever it is, somehow, he texted me the following evening and we began texting everyday. I would say our texts were purely friends. Just talking and I didn’t read much in them which of course I shouldn’t. He seemed nice but I didn’t feel that we had a lot to talk about because we were only getting to know each other. But when we started to self disclose in our meetings, it felt different like in a nice way.

And in someway, he slowly grew on me like a constant. I can tell him anything and I don’t have to worry what fucks he thinks about me. I can be me and I am me. I feel comfortable around him and it was nice yet scary at the same time. I don’t know what the fuck I was getting myself into. I really don’t want history to repeat itself and so I really have to protect myself. I am cool headed. I have to be. I was a diver. Not literally. But someone who falls head over heels over a human quickly and stays devoted when there is supposedly chemistry or sparks. I can’t be that person anymore. This time, I need to be in control of myself.

He told me he likes me and asked me to go The Canopi with him but I was afraid. I don’t want to get hurt again in any way know. And somehow, when he mentioned Taiwan (I love Taiwan), I thought hey that seems fine.

Side track (so me!), I went to Bangkok with my family and friends in early Jan. Months filled with travels make me happy. All the exciting line ups. I feel like a free bird. Oh and I joined a new mixed darts league too as the previous one ended. This bunch of new people is just as fun and lovely!

Anyway back to Taiwan, I went there with him this Feb. It kinda changed things. We grew even closer and I would say we had fun together. Good fun. And I really enjoyed his company. He’s respectful and have amazing self-control there. Thumbs up gentleman. And Kenting was fucking amazing. Especially that one full day we had where we e-scootered the area and ended the night off with the perfect suggestion from him to look at stars together on the beach in the night. I’ve always wanted to do stuff like that and I get to with him. Seems like our travel plans just worked out and flowed when we are together. For now I would say as it is just the beginning. I daren’t look into the future just as yet.

A week plus after Taiwan, we had our first fight kinda too and he just bolted. It felt like when things got bad, the supposedly close person to you would leave. It felt like people only stay when time is good. That feeling sucks big time but we did get to know one another a little more than before. I could have just fucked it and moved on with life initially but me being me, I needed answers and clear cut ones too so I messaged him first. Felt like a loser but as usual I wanted closure. What was the point of closure though when someone doesn’t want me already and yet I kept questioning why. No means no, simple as that. But if he bolts again, I don’t think I want to deal with it because it hurts I hope I am firmer and stronger now than before.

Anyway we had our first staycation together on 25 March. It was the best stay I ever had. I felt so at ease with him just being me. Saying shit and doing silly things with him knowing that he will not view me indifferently after. It was liberating and exciting much. Lovely meal at TheLab. He picks good meal choices yet he doesn’t know. Heh. And all he talks about was McSpicy, no lettuce add cheese only. Teehee. And jacuzzi was awesome. There were lights and he filled the jacuzzi up with bath salts and shower gel. So many bubbles and so foamy! We drank and danced a little. His dance moves are so frigging adorable. Haha!! I love it when he seems so carefree and happy. Okay fine, he drank a lot more than me. Ha!

Oh and when he winks with one side of his lips inching upwards, that is fucking hot and cute. There’s this cheeky kid in him that makes me smiles and I just want to squish him so bad. Those big eyes staring into mine. I can lose myself in his eyes all day and night.

Mid March was Hongkong trip with my JC clique. So blessed to be able to hang with them the 9 years of friendship and still counting. That aside, all I can say was boy am I glad someone didn’t show up due to work. Because by then, I only want to be seeing him and none other.

Oh and I’m rubbing my feet now too. So smoooth.

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