#some inspo & background music to help with your apps !!

[purgatoriorpg]

A MURDER MYSTERY IN THREE ACTS: THE OFFICIAL SOUNDTRACK.

LUXURY. POWER. GLORY. PRIVILEGE. This is what it means to have the world eating out of your palm. Could you blame them for their arrogance and vainglory? Damnation was seductive, ravenous. The urge to be consumed, to be feasted upon, devoured them whole. Temptation beckoned with velvet corruption and violent revelry, slipping the blade into their hands and sharpening sacrilege into sin. The unholy covenant: he deserved to die. Reckoning dawns in blood and gilt sun, the road to perdition carved by age-old treachery. It bloomed in the garden at the beginning of everything, serpentine and blasphemous, and now it catalyses the end of days, harbinger of the last judgement. Remember this: sin eats and leaves you starving.

#pg.soundtrack #orginal rp #skeleton rp #mystery rp #lsrp #lsrpg #some inspo & background music to help with your apps !! #we're in the endgame now — one week to go !!!!!! #also i know its a beast of an edit set but feel free to reblog this as promo <3

[daredevilexchange]

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What’s your fannish ID? Taggerung or Tagg. It’s my chosen name (I’m non-binary), and yes it’s from the Redwall character. 

What types of fanworks do you create? Currently have only done art and shitposts/text post edits but have some fic and fan mixes in the works

What are your favourite types of fanworks, when you’re not creating? Art and fics (when I can sit down and read that is…)

What do you like in particular about this fandom? Absolutely love how willing a lot of people are to ship Matt with everyone under the sun 😂 I am a sucker for angst, hurt/comfort (gee in the daredevil fandom, ya don’t say!), and polyam ships. Matt, Karen, Frank, and Foggy are my favorites (individually and as a polycule). 

Do you like participating in fan events? Yes. Because it gives me a deadline I didn’t set and gets my adhd behind in gear 🤣

What about your creating process? I usually need a show I’ve already watched or music playing while I write or draw. I cannot work in silence! Night time (between 11 and 3am) are usually when I end up getting anything done. I make character and ship playlists in Spotify to work with [here’s a playlist!]. Also guilty of occasionally giving myself some inspo with Fireball. Normally have an Aussie or two touching me or “helping” in some way… [pic of the doggo helpers below]

Do you interact a lot with other fans? I try to! Sometimes my social batteries are dead, huge servers intimidate me, but I always try to leave comments on fics and art that I enjoy, and of course reblog art as it comes across. 

Do you have other fandoms you'd like to talk about? I’m in…so many fandoms, as my handle suggests. I love The Punisher show and The Defenders/Jessica Jones/Luke Cage. Was writing with a friend and we ended up mashing xmen and daredevil, now I ship Rogue and Matt and it’s entirely their fault lol. 

Is there any particular piece you'd like to showcase for this post? https://tooattached2fictionalcharacters.tumblr.com/post/672854336230064128/day-6-of-daredevil-fanweek-the-fights-wrong-side It’s my favorite piece I’ve done for Daredevil so far. I only just started digital art literally for fanweek so I was pretty happy with the result. 

Is there anything else you want to tell us about yourself? I’m queer, I write with the pace of a snail going uphill through molasses in January…or like a speedster with red bull. Just depends on the day, and while I am occasionally sodium laced I love talking so feel free to just hope in my inbox to talk fandom. 

Where can your fanworks be found? http://instagram.com/artbytaggerung  http://archiveofourown.org/users/tooattached2fictionalcharacters http://Twitter.com/artbytaggerung http://tooattached2fictionalcharacters.tumblr.com tag: tagg doodles

Thank you, @tooattached2fictionalcharacters !

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[lildioraddict]

♡ phone organisation ♡

Since I spend a lot of time on my phone (i’m trying to fix this i promise!!) I’ve made some changes to make it optimal for my lifestyle!

Cute wallpapers

I get wallpapers off pinterest! I go for something arty and creative to make me happy, but i’ve also seen girls put their vision boards here! I usually do a cute colour theme and keep the home screen simple

Home screen organisation

I keep most of my apps organised into folders, with my most common apps (bank, notes, my workplace app, safari) without folders for easy access. I also keep messages/phone/spotify on the bottom bar

The new widgets feature for iphone is good to keep track of steps, screen time and have motivational notes/reminders! The pinterest widget is very helpful for displaying your vision board in a subtle way, it rotates the picture every hour to remind you of your goals throughout the day.

Limiting your phone usage

I delete most social media apps I am prone to scroll through, and only reinstall them when i need to post something! Another option is turning off notifications on these apps so the evil masterminds trying to suck you in to being addicted can’t tempt you with “so and so posted to their story!!”

Keeping track of your screen time also helps, I find that putting the time locks on apps doesn’t help very much as I always just bypass it, so i delete the apps instead.

Putting the Do Not Disturb timer helps too, I usually do it from 8pm to 9am to avoid texts/calls and respond to people in my own time.

It’s best to reduce your phone usage so you have more time for you instead of worrying about everyone else’s lives!! freeing up those hours means more time for education, nurturing your wellness, self care and self improvement.

My must-have apps

Photo editing

Picsart - remove distractions/mess from the background of pics, some cute filters such as polaroid effects

Airbrush- for light editing of selfies etc, the acne tool also helps remove distractions/dust

Colourtone, snapseed - cute filters, adjust lighting etc in pics

Google Photos- MUST HAVE for backing up camera roll, keeps all ur photos in a secure place and you can save space on your phone by mass deleting pics after they’ve been backed up

Productivity

Notion - I’m still getting used to using this but it’s an amazing customisable tool to organise lists, calendars, links, uni work, finances etc. Takes a little work to set up but after that it’s a great place to refer back to and use as a planning/productivity tool

Forest - cute way to stop yourself using your phone so much! you set a timer and a tree grows while you are off your phone, it dies if you attempt to use your phone for more than a minute

Pinterest- for vision boards, fashion inspo, art, home decor etc.

Google drive/docs- I do all my school work on docs and store everything I need in my drive including ebooks and scanned documents. Easy to access anywhere eg. in uni libraries, friends computers etc and if you run out of space you can get 100gb for only $2.50 a month which is amazing

Etc

Flo - amazing for tracking periods, gives you some peace of mind for next time you have a pregnancy scare lol and doubles as a fitness/health tracker

Raiz - I think this is australian only (?) but similar apps are out there. It allows you to invest small amounts of money such as $50 or even rounds up your purchases and invests the change (eg 0.60 from your $4.40 morning coffee)

My fitness pal - good for tracking calories and weight loss (but can be somewhat triggering so I avoid counting calories most of the time)

Reddit - can be helpful for finding advice about niche topics and funny shit! my fav subreddits are r/wholesomememes, r/konmari, r/AmItheAsshole, r/getdisciplined, r/nosurf, r/decidingtobebetter, r/lingerieaddiction

Podcasts - I listen to a podcast or two daily on my daily walk and they can be helpful while cleaning etc to help educate yourself. My favourites are She’s On The Money (great for learning about finances), Shameless (pop culture, feminism, news but delivered by two funny and lovable girls), Rise & Conquer (wellness, lifestyle, motivation), The Art of Manliness (ignore the name lol but lots of helpful episodes about fitness, productivity, being charismatic etc) and The Simple Sophisticate (calming podcast about a simple feminine luxurious lifestyle).

Other tips

use your notes app!! I use this for dreams, wish lists, todo lists, reminders, passwords, everything lol i have like 1500 notes

clean out your photos regularly, google photos helps with this a lot! sort them into monthly albums and delete screenshots and dud pictures you don’t need

Aim to avoid using your phone for an hour after you wake up, I get ready and dressed to workout, have my coffee and go for a walk (wearing my cellular apple watch for safety + music) before i open any apps. Same goes for an hour before sleeping! I put my phone away while i do my skincare, pyjamas, journaling and reading before i sleep.

So that’s a run down of important things I do on my phone!! I hope this gave some helpful tips, if anyone has any other tips for reducing screen time pls let me know because i need them lol ♡

[cancerbiophd]

hi julia, i hope you're having a good monday! do you have any recommendations for homesickness? i've moved across the country for grad school and am totally alone in a new city. i'm so anxious i can barely eat, and i miss my family so much. i just want to settle in already so i can prepare for classes, but right now i can barely function! ):

hello my darling anon! 

I’m sorry to hear it hasn’t been a good couple of days for you! But I want you to know that it’s totally ok to feel homesick. We’re never “too old” to feel homesick. It’s sometimes really tough moving away from the familiar! I wasn’t close at all to my family when I moved away for grad school, but I still felt a lot of sadness when my parents were driving away and I went back into my new (pretty empty) apt. If anything, the loneliness of being away from what I was familiar with compounded with the nervousness of starting something so monumental. So I completely understand what you��re feeling, and I want you to know it gets better once school starts and you form a daily routine and are kept super busy with classes and work, and you make new friends and memories. You’re going to be ok anon :)

Here are some things to try that might let you feel less homesick:

Talk to the person you’re missing. Call them as often as you want if that makes you feel more whole. If calling isn’t always an option, communicate by other means, like texting, etc. One of grad school friends literally calls her mom every single day during her evening commute, and as far as I can tell, has been doing this for the past 5 years of grad school. If you want to talk to someone every day, then go for it. There’s absolutely no rule in life about having a quota on communicating with our loved ones. Just keep in mind to be considerate of not only the other person’s time constraints, but your own as well. But a 15 min chat every day can be totally doable! 

Have noise playing in the background when you’re at home, be it music, a podcast, the news, a TV show, ambiance sounds, etc. I’ve found that silence can heighten feelings of loneliness, especially if you’re used to living in a household with lots of hustling and bustling. A friend of mine comes from a huge family so when she moved here for grad school, she would always have the TV on quietly in the background in her room. If things with words are distracting (like if you’re trying to study), I love using the Relax Melodies app on my computer or phone to play a huge variety of background noises that can be can mixed and matched (my favorite is rain + crackling fireplace). 

Put up pictures of good times with your family and friends around your place (and future work space, if possible). Gazing at the laughing faces of my family and friends is the next best thing to being with them, and sometimes it does feel like they’re almost right there next to me. I get my prints from CVS–it’s super quick and cheap. 

Make a list of all the positive things you’re looking forward to with a physical list on pen and paper so you can refer to it often. For example: you’re starting grad school!!! How many years have you dreamed of this day? So many!! If you have a stipend: you’re gonna get a salary, and tho maybe a small one, it’s a salary nonetheless! Your new apt is a blank canvas for decorating, so if there’s an aesthetic you’ve always wanted to try, now’s the perfect time! Even if it’s just one thing, it could help bring a little brightness to your day. 

Try to make your new place feel more like home, by unpacking, organizing and cleaning, acquiring any furniture or supplies you need, decorating, browsing websites like apartmenttherapy.com for new decor inspo, etc. If anything, it’ll give you keep you occupied from thinking bad thoughts, even for a brief couple of minutes.

Reach out to your cohort, if you have their info. Many are probably feeling just as lonely. If there were some cool people you met during your interviews that also got accepted, think about reaching out to grab a bite to eat and explore the city together. Same with current grad students who welcomed you to contact them! 

Get take out or delivery these few days. If you don’t have the emotional and mental energy right now to go grocery shopping and cook, that’s absolutely ok. But I would like you to eat something, because I know it’ll make you feel better. It’s amazing how much better we feel and how much clearer we think once our bellies are full, so think about what you most want to eat right now, and order it to go. 

I’ve also been told that cooking something from home can help. But personally, since I’m a terrible cook, I sometimes end up just messing up the recipe and feeling even worse. But if you’re gifted with chef skills, you could try that! 

Take an afternoon to explore campus. If the thought of exploring an entire new city is overwhelming, then start small with just your new campus. It’ll also be a great chance for you to find out where your classrooms are, where the best places to eat or study are, etc. And all university campuses are just gorgeous and filled with history, so that alone is worth the exploration. And even though classes haven’t started the campus won’t be entirely deserted, so buildings will still be open! After all, we current grad students are always there, no matter the season :P

Read a book--new or an old favorite. I know the one thing that will take my mind off bad feels for a long time is reading (or re-reading) a great book. There’s also something really comforting about curling up and reading too that feels like home and a hug rolled into one. 

I hope there’s something in there for you to try, and that you start to feel at least a little bit better soon! You’re going to be ok anon. Things will be ok :)

Please feel free to reach out to me on the chat system if you feel comfortable doing so! I’m always here if you need someone to talk to (or give book recs :D!)

#Anonymous #grad advice #college advice

[agustdef]

Here & Now - Chapter 21

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: Fluff; Chill romance

Word Count: 2,452

Warning: Cringey attempt at lyrics because somehow that became important to the chapter. I’m deeply sorry. 

Banner Marker: @dee-ehn​

I’d been sitting at my desk double-checking the papers in front of me when my phone started to aggressively ding. In the group chat with the boys and Hals, there was a countdown going.

I couldn’t help the smile that came to my face as each of them sounded off and then Yoongi delivered the final word:

Rise is out!

The chat descended into anarchy as we all sent gifs and memes of celebration for the mini. As well as the group promising a listen and then to return back with thoughts.

As I opened Spotify my phone buzzed again and a message from Yoongi popped up. My immediate reaction was to roll my eyes.

Listen to ALL of it.

I ignored it and found the mini, pressing play on it without the shuffle so I could experience them shifting in the order they were meant to. We’d tried our best to make sure they flowed easily, while also making each distinct.

Why? I could just listen to the super-secret one. It’s the only one I was forbidden from listening too.

Sometimes I just felt like being a little difficult. I could guess that he was rolling his eyes at me.

Just do it.

please

Even though I knew I was already listening the guilt still hit me, making me want to start something I was already doing. He���d been using please a lot lately and eliciting that feeling from me.

You know I already am. Will report back soon

After that, I exited the app and restarted the first song. Leaning back in my chair I relaxed, focusing solely on the music filling my studio. It was the softest of the songs we’d worked on, but still couldn’t be considered soft. The bass alone ensured that.

One song poured into the other and each one growing a little more in its intensity. He was pouring out his feelings, but none of them were on the level that the first Agust D mini; thankfully.

Hearing them while not in the studio making them made them sound different. I was less worried about picking things apart and could actually enjoy them. When it came to the end I was kind of sad it was over, but I also knew I had one more song left. The one I’d been banned from hearing.

There was a long pause and then a very soft sound started playing. It sounded like the piano and after several seconds it was confirmed. It was very beautiful and I got wrapped up in it as it continued on with nothing else. What shocked me was that as it grew softer again the sound of a cello rang out. They paired together and played off one another. Though it wasn’t something to be terribly shocked by, it was the fact that the piece playing was by me. I’d allowed him a few of my recorded pieces to hold on to.

As I pulled myself together, I realized that it had gone on well over a minute with nothing besides the instruments. Unlocking the phone and glancing down at the time total I gawked at the nearly six-minute length.

“Holy shit.”

I wanted to message him and question it, but remained still and listened. After several more moments, there was a throat clear, but before I could question its place there was singing. It was soft and a bit rough, but it worked well.

Yoongi’s voice fills the space after, his style of rap soft and a little rough; almost singing.

You don’t expect them to step in

Alter your feelings and your focus

Make you feel different

Realize you’re whole

That they weren’t the cause

but they complimented it

That you loving yourself worked

And now as you love them it’s pure

Not you becoming dependent

Like you were before

It went on and I just sat there opened mouth. The lyrics were surprising and vastly different from the rest of the mini. Those coupled with the beautiful instruments in the background brought me to tears.

After the song ended and the mini restarted it took a bit to collect myself. Once I did, I remembered I was to report back. The group chat was on fire, everyone announcing how much they loved it. I came in just as they were getting into the bonus track.

Kook: So that’s the track you were hiding?

Jimin: It was different and so good

Hobi: Told you it would be

Hobi: His inspo was too strong. Speaking of

He must have pressed send before he could finish it, which gave me time to slide in before he could finish. Ever since we’d talked about the whole awkwardness he’d been laying on the implications thick. It was worse when they’d come back to the states for some shows. I’d been bombarded that morning about finishing work early and coming to hang out with them.

It was great. I’m a little biased, but everything sounded better than I imagined it did. And the bonus song is great, I didn’t know you were going to use the cello piece.

Hoseok’s typing stopped and that made me feel better, but then Yoongi started.

It just felt right.

Not a word else was said and no one appeared to be typing anything. I had no clue how to proceed, my feelings about the last song hadn’t even processed yet. And they were taking longer since Hoseok mentioned Yoongi’s inspiration. I was never one to assume something like that was a grand gesture for me, but the thought had planted itself in my head.

Joon: Anyways… Yoongi went live and that’s why he’s quiet. And stay off Twitter Ken, it’s not as bad as before but the bad always seem to climb to the top of your mentions.

Part of me wanted to look, but I decided against it.

I will. Got some things to work on so I can leave.

With that, I sat my phone down and turned back to the paperwork in front of me. It was a large stack, the sudden change to the contract having come in a week ago. It was a lot and very different from what I expected when I started the process, it made me so excited though. It was a new chapter and a great step.

I made sure both copies were signed and then closed it back. Just as I finished my door was opened and in came Marcus; he looked stressed.

“Did you finish?” he asked.

“Yeah, but uh are you okay?”

He nodded, expression unchanging. After a moment he sighed and I could see the tired in his eyes. “Yeah. Well, I will be. Just a lot going on with work and other things, so I’m trying to stay on top of it. Just a few more things today and then I’ll be clear for a reasonably calm weekend.”

Part of me wanted to press, but I knew well enough that holding him up would make the anxiety he was probably feeling worse.

I handed him the papers and with a quick bye he was off and I was alone again. My eyes glanced to the phone, but instead of picking it up I just stared.

All that I could think about was the song. With the instrumental alone it spoke to me. The piece that was used had been a random mish-mash of some other pieces I’d been practicing. I’d wanted to pair it with another string eventually, but hearing it with a piano felt so right.

And then there were the words. They spoke to me as a person who wasn’t into the chaoticness of love and relationships. Being comfortable with myself and being able to care for another was all I ever wanted. I’d experienced not being able to profess my self-love and worthy and loving another so wholly. It wasn’t the wrong way per se, and I learned to accept me during the relationship's duration but it always felt like I was putting in so much work to make us both happy.

The final nail in the coffin for it was the possibility that it could be in reference to me. He could have been talking about anything or past experiences, but he hadn’t let me see any of it. I’d almost heard a single second of it one day and he nearly had a fit.

Groaning, I rested my head on the desk. We really needed to talk. The longer I was left unsure the more my mind raced and lingered on things that I would normally brush over.

So after several minutes of agitation, I came to the conclusion to wait until his live was over and then see if we could meet that day.

Grabbing my phone I unlocked it and went to the Vlive to watch. He’d been on for a bit and seemed to not stopping anytime soon, so I just sat and watched.

He was chatting animatedly with those in the chat about the mini. How he’d decided he wanted to do another one and how to proceed with it. Everyone appeared to be happy and loving it. Many saying that they were still playing it in the background as they watched him.

“Well, once I had some lyrics and an idea I talked to Joon and he recommended Sailor V or Kendall as many of you know. I loved what they did for his song so I got in contact. Things worked so well and I’m very proud of where we got the songs. She worked on every song, even the last one even though she wasn’t allowed to hear it until today. The strings you hear is her playing the cello.”

The bonus track was so good

i lovved the whole mini

The cello sounded good w/ piano

she plays cello!??!??!

why not just have Adora help

IT WAS SOOOOO GOOD. WILL WE EVER GET THAT SONG LIVE?

I knew he saw the comment about having Adora produce with him, it was the way his lips almost pushed down into a frown. He played it off well though.

“Live? Well, that would be up to, Kendall. She loved the song, but she might still be a little miffed that I wouldn’t let her here it all these months.”

He wasn’t wrong. I was feeling salty about that.

Adora could have helped

please get her to do it, it would be awesome

Why didn’t you just work with Joon?

it would have been just as good if not better with Slow Rabbit pd

Stop being mean about Kendall. She did good and seems nice

Do you think Yoongi wants to see hate to his friend

“I really don’t,” he said.

It was an obvious mistake on his part, but that didn’t stop him from running with it. I think he’d reached a new level of fed up.

“Kendall has been a great help to me and a great friend. She’s accepted this project and my friendship all while knowing how chaotic some can get with hate and accusations. When it hate and messed up comments came her way she stayed, when we all would have understood her dropping out. She’s helped so much with the direction of the mini. Made sure to accommodate me, while also pushing me on things when I’m refusing. She’s been a great friend to me and the other guys. Nothing she’s done has warranted this hate.”

He paused, closing his eyes and I thought he was done. I was very wrong.

“For you all to sit here and disrespect her because of her race or getting close to us or even rumors of us dating isn’t okay. She is undeserving of the hate. And you show your true nature when you attack her for these things. If me possibly dating someone or getting close to a woman bothers you so much, then that’s a problem. I’m a human being and I’m allowed to experience happiness whether it be platonic or romantic.”

Another pause and this time his hand moved towards the screen as if he were going to end the live. “Please think about your behavior. No one should be attacked for something like this. It’s not what we as artists stand for.”

And just like that he was gone. There had been a flurry of pleadings to not leave yet before the screen shifted, but obviously he hadn’t heeded them.

A good chunk of me felt bad, I didn’t know if what he’d just done was okay. It was rare for artists to call out their fans, even when it needed to happen; like during fan wars. But part of me felt relieved and that Bang wouldn’t be too bothered. He’d shown that his own tolerance for nonsense was waning over the last year or so. Call outs and lawsuits came real quick.

I waited a few minutes and then called him, hoping he was alone and didn’t need to rush to do anything.

“Hi,” I said when he finally picked up.

“Hey,” his responded, voice gruff and clearly annoyed.

For a moment I remained silent, knowing what I wanted to say but unsure of how to say it.

“So I saw the live, well the last chunk of it. I’m sorry it was tainted by weirdos, trolls, and antis. Today was supposed to be a great day for you.”

He sighed, so loud that it made me jump and pull the phone away from my ear for a second.

“It’s… it’s fine. I expected them. It was just going so well and I just kind of forgot. And I’m just so frustrated so everything spilled out. So much build-up and I just feel like I can’t get it all out. I’m tired of holding in all these emotions. I just…” he trailed off.

The longer it was silent the more my stomach began to churn in discomfort. He sounded how I felt and I wasn’t even a hundred percent sure that his little tangent was about us. It felt like there was nothing I thought I could offer in the moment. Any words of comfort I could give seemed futile.

“You just what?” I tried to ask gently.

Another sigh and then the line went dead silent. Pulling the phone from my ear I noticed he’d hung up. My mouth went wide, shocked that he’d just leave it like that. I had no clue what the hell I did to deserve such swift dismissal.

Before I could figure out how to proceed my phone vibrated and then a message appeared on my screen.

Please meet me at Hals

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[pagesuponstpages]

waiting for you

inspo: songfic of waiting for you by the aces

word count: +8.8k

synopsis: she’s always been close with luke, best friends even. and when feelings are realized does she find out that maybe their friendship had always been a little more than ‘just friends.’

a/n: sorry if my capitalization doesn’t make sense. also this kinda got out of hand, thus being so long. also the last line is kinda eh but yeah, hope you enjoy

Ping! Ping!

She cracked one of her eyes open, blindly grabbing for her phone. 

Bzzt Bzzt

Remember the words you told me, love me till the day I die.

Y/N finally caught her phone, clicking the home button to turn it on, which also shut off the ringer.

“Fucking shit,” she yelped as the white light nearly blinded her eyes. After turning down the brightness to a considerable amount, she saw the notifications pop up, one after another.

lu: I’m having one of those moments lu: I can’t sleep (2) missed calls from lu cal-pal: did u pick up luke? cal-pal: he’s interrupting my sleep (2) missed calls from sumo smash ash mikey-crikey: please tell you’re with him sumo smash ash: u up mikey-crikey: I don’t need more late night phone calls sumo smash ash: pls talk to luke sumo smash ash: I need my sleep mikey-crikey: he scared the daylights out of southy and crys (1) missed call from cal-pal lu: I’m sorry if I woke u up

She rolled her eyes, reading the texts, before unlocking her phone and replying back.

y/n: no but I guess I will now cal-pal: thank god, bless your soul y/n: overdramatic ass. I’m getting up now cal-pal: oke gn :) y/n: gn u dork

y/n: lazy hoe sumo smash ash: wOW OKAY sumo smash ash: but please? sumo smash ash: he somehow calms down the best with you y/n: fiiiiiine sumo smash ash: :D <3 y/n: go to sleep then! sumo smash ash: -.- zzzz

y/n: nope mikey-crikey: please? y/n: getting up and putting my jacket on mikey-crikey: you’re a lifesaver y/n: the story of my life mikey-crikey: love youuuu

“Hello?”

“Hey, are you at your place?” she said, grabbing a sweatshirt from the chair next to her closet that was probably either Calum’s or Luke’s.

“Yeah, why?” Luke replied. She slipped on the two sleeves while the phone was tucked between her ear and shoulder.

“I saw your texts, I’ll be there in 10 and be ready to leave.” She ended the call before he got another word in. She grabbed her wallet and keys and slipped on a pair of mustard-yellow vans, that Mikey called atrocious and Calum called vile but she loved them to death. She went out the door, locking up behind her and walked down the 15 or some steps down from her floor to the street front, where her car was parked. Once she started the ignition and warmed up the car, while fiddling with her phone trying to find her calming playlist, she pulled out from the curb, towards the direction of Luke’s place. Y/N had been there so many times, that the drive from hers to his was muscle memory, thus her mind drifting off, just enough that her eyes were on the road, but not focusing on where she was going.

Before she knew it, she was pulling up the curb right outside his place.

y/n: i’m right outside your windowwww lu: wait lu: what?? lu: oh

She saw his head peek out the window, grinning widely at her, then she assumed he ran downstairs, a few seconds bursting out the door. He was clad in a 5SOS III hoodie and grey sweats, the hood up, which was mostly covering his curls that were spilling out from the sides.

“Y/N, you didn’t have to do this,” Luke said, settling in shotgun. She rolled her eyes, as she shifted the gears from park to drive.

“What, no hello? No ‘early morning to you’?” she teased. His laughter filled the car, warming her more than the hoodie that she was wearing.

“Top of the mornin’ to ya’, lassie,” he then said, in the best Scottish accent that Luke could muster. Which wasn't the greatest to be fair. Y/N giggled, while flicking on the turn signal to get onto the main road.

“Alrighty matey,” she replied, trying to keep a straight face.

“What, was that the best you can do?” he retorted, his thick accent becoming more prominent.

“I tried okay!” She slapped his knee, all the while staring at him cross-eyed and tongue sticking out.

“Hey! Eyes on the road!”

“Alright dad.” That prompted a shove, which Y/N responded with the car shifting to the left, nearly going into the other lane.

“Staahp it,” he groaned, leaning back in his seat.

It was quiet in the car after that, minus the music playing quietly in the background. There were barely any other cars on the road, just them speeding down the road with the windows creaked open giving a light breeze in the car.

“What playlist is this?” Luke finally said, as the song switched from Coldplay’s Fix You to Landslide by Fleetwood Mac.

“It’s my chill playlist.” They would often share music with each other, from being of their time, as they made playlists on spotify with titles that were either one-worded or twenty, to them burning CDs for each other. Thankfully, Y/N’s car still had a CD player, which she would play Luke’s mixes on the way to work.

Luke grabbed her phone that was docked next to the dashboard, where it was placed for easy access if she needs to see it for navigation or messages while driving.

“I’m not telling you the code,” she said, watching him try to unlock it in the corner of her eyes.

“That’s alright,” he said, swiping up on the screen and placing the phone in front of her face for a couple seconds before the device was unlocked.

“Hey!” she said, which earned him another smack, this time on the shoulder.

“Oww, you hurt me.”

“That’s what you get for abusing phone privileges. And now I’m not loving that function anymore, Apple,” she grumbled, as the car slowly stopped for the red light.

Luke flicked through her phone, reading through the list of songs in the playlist currently playing in the car.

“Kacey Musgraves, Fleetwood Mac, George Ezra,” he mumbled, “and 5 Seconds of Summer?!” She rolled her eyes but watched him read through her playlist amusedly.

“Yeah heard of them? They’re alright but they have some tunes.” This prompted another shove.

“Oi! Stop hitting the driver!” He stuck out a tongue at her, which she nearly missed as the light turned green. To annoy Luke even more, she sped up the car, accelerating the car as quick as she could to the speed limit of 40 mph.

“Hey!” She glanced in the rearview mirror, checking to see if there were any cars nearby, which there weren’t. Thus her slamming the brakes, careening Luke forward and her phone smacking on the dash in front of him.

“I regret ever getting in the car with you.” Luke groaned, rubbing his head which also received casualty during the sudden stop.

“But you still love me.” He watched her, hands loosely gripping the wheel and hair blowing in the breeze, as they continued down the road.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “I do.”

Antics quieted down after that, and it just became the music and the road ahead of them. Y/N noticed Luke drifting off, as she was telling him a story of an incident that happened at work, right when she was getting into how her coworker, Brooke broke the coffee machine. She smiled at him, as she heard his soft breaths, his chest rising then sinking in slumber. Y/N turned at the next light, slowly circling back to Luke’s place.

Once she pulled up at the same spot from a couple of hours ago, she shut off the car, the music cutting out as well. He was still asleep, thankfully. Y/N knew that the guys were pulling in the extra hours on their next album, even to the point of not sleeping regularly, which worried her. So she was happy to help any band member calm down and relax in the comfort of her car, which also happened to be her favorite thing: driving down the road in the dead of the night, with quiet conversation and her trusty playlist to accompany her and the other passenger.

She climbed out of the car, shutting the door silently as she could. Then Y/N walked to the other side, opened the door, and reached over the tall blonde boy to unclip his seatbelt. Then she shifted him, so his legs were hanging out the door and one arm over her shoulder. She would’ve tried to fully carry him but considering that Luke was at least seven inches taller than her, she didn’t even bother. Thankfully, despite him still drifting in slumber, his legs cooperated with her, taking steps to the door. She kicked her car door behind her and clicked the fob to lock it, before finding Luke’s house key on her keychain.

“Okay work with me here,” she whispered, once they got into his place. Y/N sat him down on the couch, slipping off his shoes and placed them by the door next to hers. She then pulled him off the couch, having him leaning on her again as they walked slowly to his bedroom. She assumed that Luke was somewhere in between consciousness and sleep as he held her arm, right as she was walking away from his bed, in which she tucked him into moments before.

“Stay with me,” he mumbled, while tugging her back towards the bed. Y/N weighed the options, thinking when she needed to get up for work that would give enough time for her to get back to her place and change in time.

“Okay,” Y/N decided. She opened the clock app on her phone, pressing the alarm for 7:45 am and 8 am before plugging her phone in Luke’s phone charger next to his bed. Then Y/N untied her hair from a half ponytail, putting the hairband next to her phone, wallet, and keys on the bedside table. She slid into bed, right next to Luke, who wiggled a bit away from her to make room, and once her head hit the pillow, his arms and legs wrapped around her frame, warming her enough to immediately drift off to sleep.

Why you acting like a stranger, when we do this every night.

Y/N’s eyes opened, before groaning. She was exhausted due to not going to bed early enough, much less considering her late night/early morning drive with Luke. Speaking of Luke, she briefly forgot where she was, until a large form curled around her shifted to slap her phone off the bedside table, which she assumed Luke hoped would shut off the alarm. Alas, no.

You only ever wanna love me after midnight.

She peered over the bed, looking for where her phone was. Surprisingly, it was still plugged in. So, Y/N reached out, trying to grab the phone on the ground whilst still in bed. But no, the universe didn’t want to give her all the pleasures in life.

Thuump!

“Owww,” she groaned. She quickly unlocked her phone, this time thanking the apple gods for facial recognition and shut off both of her alarms that were blaring 5SOS music.

“The funniest part of that was not the music but you falling off the bed.” She turned around, to see Luke smiling, his eyes half open and his voice scratchy.

“Shut up Lu,” she groaned, rubbing her side and hoping that a bruise won’t form there. She checked the time on her phone, cursing. “Gonna be late!” She stood up, shoving her items into the hoodie’s front pocket and tied up her hair into a floppy bun.

“Goodbye hug?” Luke said, holding his arms out. She sighed, watching this adorable man-child curled up in bed. What she would give to have another hour, heck even fifteen more minutes.

“You dork,” she said, as she put one knee on the bed, balancing herself before Luke nearly swallowed her with his arms.

“Can’t you stay longer? It was comfy with you.”

“I cannot Lucas. Also being your human teddy bear was too hot, especially when the human teddy bear is wearing sweats.” He chuckled, then retracted his arms, snuggling back under the covers.

“It was hot last night,” he agreed. The fact that both of them were wearing sweats under the comforter, not even considering that Luke was a human space heater, had Y/N slightly sweaty when she got out of bed. She walked out of the bedroom, spying a block of post-its next to a mason jar full of colored sharpies by the jar. Y/N wasn’t surprised.

After first meeting the guys and getting to know them, whenever she visited their apartments, she noticed that there were random places where there was stationary and writing utensils, post-its and sharpies being preferred the most. Calum explained to her one day that when they have random bouts of inspiration, the boys would quickly scrawl it down, trying not to forget anything. Or other times, they would leave little notes or drawings to each other before they would leave each other’s places. Some notes being thoughtful and lovely and others with crude jokes with badly drawn stick figures.

Finished with her sticky note that one was placed on the fridge and the other on the counter and putting on her shoes, she unlocked the door.

“Bye Lucas!” she yelled into the house, then shutting the door and locking up behind her with her set of spare keys, before Luke could even respond.

When Luke got up, about an hour or two later after Y/N left, he saw something neon pink in the corner of his eye once he walked into the kitchen.

hello lucas bobby hemmo hope u had a decent night of sleep and I was happy to help (you were heavy to carry when asleep!!) don’t forget to eat something before going into the studio and do the guys a favor and shower before too!!! love ya u man child your temporary uber driver

He grinned, reading the message while waiting for the coffee machine to finish brewing his morning cup. After getting out a piece of bread that he immediately put in the toaster and two boiled eggs from the fridge, he saw her second message, this time on a neon green post-it.

aaayyee ohhh hemmo1996 (never letting that go) also if you dented my phone case or cracked my phone when you smacked my phone to the ground with your humango hands I will send u the bill (also I suggest wearing the plaid pants and black high tops, it’s a look and gunsta be ‘chilly’ today!!) don’t understand you people thinking that 55 degrees is cold give Pet my best, I didn’t get to see her :(((( I bet ur eating those nasty-ass boiled eggs for breakfast ~love ya~ ;D y/n

He scoffed, biting into one boiled egg and taking a sip of his coffee. He heard the pitter-patter of Petunia’s feet on the hardwood.

“Hey Pig,” he cooed, kneeling down to rub her head. “Y/N says hello and is sorry for leaving so early.” She grunted in response, then trudged away from him to her food bowl, lapping up the water.

“Yeah, I wish she stayed too.”

Luke stood up and opened the cupboard where all of Petunia’s food, snacks and treats were housed. He grabbed the correct plastic jug, popped open the lid and used the lid which was dipped enough to indicate how much dog food to give per meal, then poured it into her bowl. He shut the jug and placed it next to the ziplock bag of homemade treats that Y/N made two weeks ago. Petunia happily started eating as he finished his own breakfast, toast now finished with butter and vegemite.

“Pet, I just-” he said, talking to his dog, “I think I like her, like, like-like her and I don’t really know what to do.” As if she was listening to him, Petunia turned around, watching him with her chocolate brown eyes. Luke sat on the ground, followed by Petunia padding over and laying in between his legs. He took another bite of his toast, chewing thoughtfully.

“And she keeps telling me that she loves me, but what does that even mean?! Is this a platonic love? Or a familial love? Or like a romantic love?” The white bulldog mix grumbled, before sniffing her own leg.

“I don’t know, man,” he said, stroking her back. He paused before laughing to himself.

“I don’t know, WO-man.” And there was silence, as if Petunia understood his bad joke. “Get it? Cause you’re a girl Pet? Not a man?” Petunia made some whining noises, before getting up and laying on her bed near the couch.

“Alright then,” he grumbled. Luke got up, realizing that he should probably get ready for the studio.

“I’ll figure it out. Maybe.”

Just as she walked into the cafe where they were having brunch, she heard all of their laughter. More specifically Luke’s laughter. Despite having a deeper-toned voice, Luke’s laugh was more high-pitched and breathy, which was something that always brought her a smile to her face and even had her laughing along.

“How can I help you?” Y/N snapped from her daze, now seeing the slightly too peppy hostess in front of her. “Hi, I’m here with a group, and I think they’re in the back.” The hostess frowned, clicking on the screen.

“I’m sorry but that’s a private party,” she said. Y/N noticed that she was tenser compared to how the hostess was a few seconds ago.

“Is there a problem? My friends are there; we made a reservation.” The hostess chewed her lip, contemplating before deciding.

“What is the name that the reservation is under?”

“I think it’s under Bobby or Thomas. For a party of 7?” Whenever they would have these get-togethers, the boys would always put the reservation under a different name, to limit the crowds of people that would form out front once someone recognized them. She mentally rolled her eyes, as they weren’t that creative with names.

“Uh,” the hostess said, her hands slightly shaking and her eyes shifting around them, “can you give me a second?” Y/N frowned, annoyed that she had to wait when she could hear them just a few feet away from her. But she nodded, which then the hostess walked into the back.

y/n: what the heck?!! cal-pal: what? what did I do? y/n: what’s the reservation name under cal-pal: ...fuck cal-pal: I think I put it under Thomas y/n: …… cal-pal: sorry cal-pal: are they giving you trouble y/n: I think so, the hostess had to quiz me y/n: then I think she’s getting her boss cal-pal: do u want me to go up there y/n: no it’s fine, I’ll figure it out cal-pal: ..okay just lmk if u want me to y/n: oke

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Y/N looked up from her phone, now seeing the hostess move onto another customer while a young lady and a guy that seemed to be the epitome of a hipster watched her, their eyes looking over every part of her and her outfit. Y/N normally didn’t care what people thought of what she wore. Some days it was lazy and comfortable with a sweatshirt while other times it was more dressy and fashionable with colored ankle boots to match. Today was an in between, with a polka dotted t-shirt dress, black stockings, and olive green combat boots. Oh, and she was wearing Luke’s 5SOS sweatshirt again, which she stole from him and basically claimed as her own. Now thinking over her choices this morning as (what she presumes) the two owners look her over, debating if she truly is apart of the group that’s closed off the back of the cafe or if she was a rabid fan that wanted to meet the band of her dreams.

“Oh! Y/N, you’re here!” She spotted Ashton behind the cafe owners, sporting a wide grin. The owners automatically relaxed and stepped aside.

“Sorry about that sir, we just weren’t sure if she was-”

“That’s fine, and I’ll take her to our seats,” Ashton said, cutting off the hipster dude. The two nodded, before walking away, into the back area near the kitchens.

“Perfect timing,” Y/N breathed, as she and Ash walked down a corridor to the closed-off section.

“Cal told me about the situation, and after taking awhile, he asked if I could check up to see if they had thrown you out.” She rolled her eyes, elbowing him.

“There you are! What took you so long!” Michael said, pulling her into a hug.

“Sorry guys and gals, the front wouldn’t let me go for a bit.” Luke’s eyebrows furrowed, as he took a sip of what Y/N assumed to be some fruit/vegetable health concoction that she would say far away from.

“I think the sweatshirt didn’t help,” Cal said, who was sat next to her. Y/N shrugged.

“Probably. I didn’t think much of it this morning, was just cold. But hey, at least you know that you’re covered with security and privacy at this place.” The boys nodded, looking back down at their menus.

“We didn’t order yet, except for Luke’s weird-ass smoothie and Crystal’s juice,” Cal said, leaning on her shoulder. He gave her his menu, since there wasn’t enough for the whole table, thus him reading over her shoulder the options.

“Heyyy,” Luke said, who was sitting on the other side of Y/N. He leaned in, to the point where Y/N was squished in between the two freakishly tall dudes (okay so there are many people, specifically guys that are around their height but to Y/N and her measly height they all seems gigantic). “I heard that. And it’s not weird; it’s tasty and good for you.”

“Mate, those two don’t belong in the same sentence,” Ashton quipped. He was sat across from Y/N, still flicking through the menu, unsure what to get.

“Unfortunately I would have to agree, it might be healthy but definitely doesn’t taste good,” Y/N said, facing Luke who was pouting at her statement.

“Have you tried it?” His eyes bore into hers, and when she looked into his, there was a lack of laughter that would usually be there. She shook her head.

“No,” she mumbled.

“Try it.” Luke reached out the straw towards her lips, and with some nudges from Luke, she took a sip to her dismay and the laughter of her friends around her. Once the liquid hit her tongue, her eyebrows crinkled and her eyes squinted at the bitter and sour taste.

“HA! I told you it wasn’t good!” Calum said, pointing at Luke. Luke raised his eyebrows at Y/N in question.

“I mean it’s not bad-”

“See!”

“-but I wouldn’t pay money to get it.” The table chorused in laughter, with the exception of Luke.

“Are you ready to order?” Their whole group suddenly went silent, now realizing the waitress that was standing at the end of their table, for who knows how long.

“Uh yeah,” Mikey said. Everyone said their orders, going clockwise around the table, until it stopped at Y/N.

“Uh this is awkward,” she mumbled, flipping through the menu to see if anything stuck out to her. She had something in mind earlier, but now it was slipping her mind what that was.

“Just get the eggs benedict, it’s pretty good here,” Luke whispered to her, who was practically on her shoulder.

“You and your fucking eggs,” she grumbled.

“And what would you like ma’am?” Luke choked back his laughter, as the waitress spoke immediately after Y/N, who was now mortified that everyone around her heard what she just said.

“I’ll have the eggs benedict, with hash browns on the side,” she finally said, after a nudge from Cal, which broke her stupor. The waitress nodded, scrawling it down on her notepad before collecting all the menus.

“It will be out in about 15 to 20 minutes, and is there anything else that you need? Refills?” Cal and Ash snorted, then quickly composed themselves.

“No thank you,” Michael said, almost rolling his eyes at the boys’ antics. The waitress nodded, then walked away back into the kitchens. “Really?” He glared at Cal and Ash.

“What? We were laughing at Y/N.” Ash said, still giggling. The whole tabled looked at her, who was doe-eyed, like a deer in the headlights.

“What? All I did was this,” she said, shrugging. She then pointed at Luke’s smoothie, followed by the pantomiming of her chopping her neck along with being cross-eyed and her tongue sticking out. The whole table erupted in laughter.

“Man, I’m stuffed,” Mikey said, patting his stomach. Y/N rolled her eyes, yet chuckled at the currently blonde-haired boy.

“Heading back to the studio?” Y/N asked, as they got up from their seats. Some were stretching and others were sliding on their jackets. Mikey shook his head.

“Nah, we have the day off.” Y/N nodded, while tying the sweatshirt, that may or may not have caused her so much trouble earlier that day, around her waist.

“So, you’re just gonna chill?” she replied. Ashton shrugged, frowning slightly.

“Yeah, I guess.” They all walked out of the cafe; the cool breeze lightly hitting them in the face. The group stood in twos, with Luke and Y/N bringing up the rear.

“What are you gonna do today?” Luke said, swinging his arm, back and forth, which was holding her hand. She shrugged, also swinging her arm in tune with Luke’s.

Normally, when they would casually be holding hands or any other form of affection that was shown more in couples, Y/N didn’t think much of it. But today it felt different between them. Maybe it was the excessive joking at the cafe, or how they split chocolate chip pancakes together and he fed her the first bite, but whatever it was, it was all adding up in her head. Did he like her? Because damn, if he did, her heart would burst out of her chest, just like how it is now, thundering away.

“Just it’s gonna be us singletons!” Y/N snapped out her reverie, now seeing Mikey and Crystal walk away, giving them a wave with her free hand.

“Mate, it’s just us,” Calum point out, nodding at Luke and Y/N’s intertwined hands. Her cheeks turned hot and were probably pink.

“No, my hands are just cold,” Luke said, who was also sporting tinged cheeks.

“We’re in the west coast? And look, you have pockets, man.” Ashton was pointing to Luke’s leather jacket, which indeed did have pockets.

“They can’t fit with his humango hands,” Y/N quipped, grinning at Luke. She maintained eye contact with the blue-eyed boy as she put their enclosed hands into her own coat pocket that was unusually big. Something in her compelled her to do this; she wasn’t sure what. But based on the widened eyes and grin that Luke was giving her, Y/N was glad she did.

The boys didn’t say much to the gesture, as they continued walking down the street, side by side. Luke gave their intertwined hands a brief but tight squeeze, as he continued to chat with Cal about some band, that Y/N didn’t catch the name of, and that band’s new album that was going to be released in the next few days. She glanced at him in the corner of her eye, while she was listening to Ash ramble about a new song that the band was writing recently.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” She looked up from her shoes, to see Ash staring at her with a smirk.

“Thinkin’ about something?” Her mouth flopped open then closed, after a moment, noting that she probably looked like a fish flopping out of the water.

“No?” Her cheeks grew hot. Was it just today, or has it always been that her mind drifted to thinking about Luke?

“Well,” Ash said with a raised eyebrow, “I was asking you about your thoughts.”

“My thoughts?”

“About the song?” Y/N’s eyes widened suddenly, trying to rack her mind of the song that Ash was talking about, to pull something out of her ass to convince him that she was listening to him.

“Yeah, the one I was talking about?”

“Ah, um, it’s interesting?” she paused, thinking of something better to say. “Like, I can’t imagine creatively writing a melody that doesn’t copy an already written song?” Ashton nodded at her, his face grim and stoic.

“That’s-” he said, before bursting into laughter.

“What?” She stopped walking, seeing the older boy bent over laughing. Oh yeah, she forgot Luke was holding her hand. Y/N was immediately pulled forward, causing her to trip and stumble, which also induced Ashton into further laughter.

“Why did we stop?” Luke said, watching the two of them, one who was still bent over in laughter, while the other gripping his arm to prevent from falling over into the pavement.

“Y-Y/N-” Ashton said, then giggled further. He stood up, taking deep breaths to calm down, though he was still sporting a huge grin.

“Shut up dude,” Y/N groaned, pulling Ashton’s arm up till he was standing upright again. Luke smirked at Y/N while Cal rolled his eyes at the two of them, and the two of them continued on with their conversation.

“I hate you,” she groaned, once they were again situated back in their positions: the four of them walking down the sidewalk in a row of four, much to the annoyance of other pedestrians that would pass them with a stink eye. Ash would give them an exaggerated frown back at them, which would be responded with a huff and a mutter something along the lines that they were done with tourists for the month. Cal and Luke were completely oblivious to those stares and grimaces, as they were wrapped up in their conversation, which Y/N was not sure if was still about music or about the recent rugby match that Luke dragged her out from her cozy cocoon of her bed at 3 am to watch the match with him at his place. (She later found out that both Ash and Cal were also up at the godforsaken hour at Ashton’s apartment, much to the neighbors’ disappointment.)

“Nah, pretty sure you love me,” Ashton quipped, sidestepping behind Y/N to let an elderly couple walk past them. Y/N rolled her eyes, but the smile creeping up on her face said otherwise.

“Unfortunately.” She slumped her shoulders, which pushed her hands deeper into her coat pocket. She also missed the widening smile that Luke was on his face, while Cal and Ash noted the quiet exchange in their minds.

“And you love him more,” Ashton said, quiet enough for her to hear, but for the other two Aussie boys to not.

“Well I mean,” she hesitated, “I love all you guys.”

“But him more.” He raised his eyebrows slightly, as the corner of his mouth quirked up, the smirk threatening to spread across his face. Y/N frowned for a moment, then her expression changed to a soft smile in an instant.

“Maybe so.”

cal-pal: I don’t understand cal-pal: why cant u just tell her lu: dunno lu: I’m sure she doesn’t like me in that way cal-pal: dude cal-pal: have u SEEN how she’s like with u around? lu: like any other normal time we hang out? cal-pal: smh lu: ?? cal-pal: whatever man

Luke sighed, placing his phone on the coffee table in front of him. He likes her, that for sure he knows. Heck, he’s also pretty sure that he loves her.

But his mind is going crazy if she does too. It also didn’t help the poor boy when she decided to hold his hand while they were strolling down the street with Cal and Ash. And she made no comment or further action about it, other than teasing him with the boys that 1. he’s cold and it’s LA in the spring, and 2. he has, and she quotes, “humango hands,” which she also said exactly in her post it the other week. Does she or does she not?

Petunia padded over to where he was sitting on the couch, sniffling and whining for his attention.

“Hey Pet,” he said, a soft smile adorning his lips as he rubbed her head, placing a kiss or two right above her eyes.

“Maybe it’s just a close friends thing,” he grumbled, “like, she greets all of the guys with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.” He paused thinking. “I mean she calls Ash ‘babe’ all the time.”

y/n: am forward or being too forward sumo smash ash: normally, I’d say a bit too forward y/n: and? sumo smash ash: let me finish! sumo smash ash: but with luke’s thick-ass skull I’d almost say not enough y/n: aCTUALLY y/n: I mean, last week I stayed in bed with him and we CUDDLED y/n: I don’t cuddle with guys too often sumo smash ash: cept us dudes sumo smash ash: cause we cuddly y/n: facts y/n: but like I helped him fall asleep at the “ass-crack of dawn” y/n: who does that? y/n: and we slept in the same bed, intertwined PRIOR to falling asleep y/n: I left the dude cute-ass notes sumo smash ash: to be fair sumo smash ash: u do the driving thing with us, along with other poor fellas that suffer jet-lag or insomnia sumo smash ash: even at the ass-crack of dawn y/n: I guess sumo smash ash: but u do seem to be more personal and flirty with him compared to your usual nice-ness

Y/N groaned, dragging her fingers through her hair. How come he just didn’t know?

She had been trying to give Luke hints that she likes him, hell, that she loves him, but alas he has no clue.

Two weeks ago, they had a movie marathon, the day right after the boys came back from 5SOS III, in which they were both tucked up on the couch with a few blankets and at least four pillows. And after awhile, at about the beginning of the second movie, they were spooning, and she was also hand-feeding Luke red vines and popcorn. Not to mention that they also fell asleep on the couch and were woken up at 7 am by Petunia licking her face and whining in Luke’s ear.

The following weekend they spent time “browsing,” as what Y/N called it, thus so that her wallet wouldn’t be dead by the end of their spontaneous shopping trip. They went everywhere, from boutiques that housed fashions worth more than her apartment rent, to beauty counters where she needed more matte eyeliner and the two of them gazed and glitter palettes (they both bought one each, though they promise to borrow and share the wide variety of colors) and rows and rows of nail polish in every color under the sun. To normal clothings stores, “lucas, these clothes are barely in my income range, and I want plaid pants too,” and of course the stores that allowed Y/N to get five white t-shirts of the most minute styling differences all under 20 dollars. They even ran into a few fans, which she silently stepped aside, continuing to look at other items in the store, all the while being a couple feet away from Luke in case they needed to make a swift exit. No questions were raised about the two of them together, out on the town, all assuming that she was just a supportive friend in all endeavors of Luke Robert Hemmings’ life.

It became to the point with the amount of time that they were spending with each other outside of Luke being in the studio or Y/N at work, that her lingering feelings that she’s housed for the light-haired curly-headed boy turned into actual, vivid emotions that came up fluttering in her belly, especially when he would give her that wide, eye-crinkle, grin.

y/n: I just don’t know what to do sumo smash ash: maybe bring it up a notch? sumo smash ash: like to the point where it’s painfully obvious y/n: well if that doesn’t work then might as well tell him myself y/n: despite ya know y/n: the overwhelming potential rejection y/n: damn. y/n: guys have it hard, when going first with these kinds of things sumo smash ash: YEAH sumo smash ash: that’s if guys go first sumo smash ash: despite it being the 21st century y/n: yeahhhh ik y/n: girls kinda still want some reassurances that the other is into you before they jump in too sumo smash ash: c’est la vie

Y/N frowned, trying to wracked her brain of more, should she say, creative ways of implying that she’s in love with her best friend.

Remember the words you told me, love me-

Y/N awoke immediately, swiping on her phone screen to answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, you coming?” She furrowed her eyebrows, now looking at her phone screen, which popped up with more notifications that she seemingly didn’t hear during her nap.

in 2 hours - cashton’s rando bar hang lu: do u want me to pick u up lu: I think cal and mike want to go eat before lu: are you there? cal-pal: hey so thinkin that we should eat first cal-pal: to ya know, avoid the sudden alcohol rush cal-pal: nvm ash is pregaming mikey-crikey: are we meeting at the restaurant ash: what restaurant mikey-crikey: I wanna eat dude mikey-crikey: starving, ate an early lunch cal-pal: me too cal-pal: y/n where to? ...read more messages…

Y/N cursed to herself, seeing that it was a little past 8, while the guys had planned to hang at 7, and the additional last-minute dinner plans that they decided at 6, made her super late.

the true 5 seconds of summer y/n: SORRY SORRY SORRY y/n: OVERSLEPT cal-pal: finally cal-pal: we were just about to leave and bust down ur door mikey-crikey: luke was getting worried lu: WAS NOT mikey-crikey: you kept checking your phone every minute ?? lu: shut up ash: y/n hurrry upppp wer’e abtt to go HARD y/n: what? cal-pal: luke and ash are tipsy now, ash more than luke y/n: alright imma comin, imma comin

She plugged her phone in the charger, as it was likely that it was gonna be a long night and she didn’t want the risk of her phone being dead, trying to get a cab or uber with four utterly smashed guys.

Y/N looked in her closet, trying to find the dress with zodiacs embroidered in gold, that she was planning to wear, as she thankfully already planned her outfit for the night.

“Now where’s the jacket,” she mumbled, after slipping on the dress, breathing out heavily.

Luke swallowed another shot, trying to numb himself of the incessant thoughts in his head.

“Dude, you should slow down. Wait until Y/N comes,” Calum said, then taking a sip of his water.

“Don’t bother, she’s probably with that guy from her work.” Calum raised an eyebrow at the younger boy, but didn’t question him.

Ever since Luke heard from Y/N about this one guy that she met from work, who was a new hire, he couldn’t stop the seething jealousy. Despite him not voicing his own feelings, she would blabber on about how they both like similar music and movie marathons, which he thought was their thing. Much to say that Luke hated this guy’s guts, and the funniest part is that he doesn’t even remember the guy’s name.

“Hey, did Y/N make it yet?” Ashton said, with Michael trailing behind him.

“Not yet, but she just texted me, and the uber driver said about 2 more minutes,” Calum said, shrugging.

“I’m getting another drink.” Luke stood up suddenly, though he wobbled a little walking to the bar.

“I’m sorry again, but how much longer until we get there?”

“I don’t know ma’am, there seems to have been an accident.” She frowned, re-crossing her legs and vowing that she will set up ten alarms before she takes a nap ever again.

y/n: sorrrrry again cal-pal: ? y/n: there’s an accident on the highway y/n: hella traffic y/n: if I wasn’t on the highway, I would walk, we’re that close cal-pal: it’s alright cal-pal: except luke is getting antsy cal-pal: apparently you’re with a guy from work and it’s driving him crazy y/n: wait what

She raised her eyebrows, before frowning. It makes sense now: the hesitance, the nervous blushing, the need to cling onto her at all times. He liked her too.

But she also recognized that in Luke’s thick ass skull, he thought that when she was talking about her new co-worker Steven and how he wore a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt to work and oddly made it work in a business-attire setting and how Luke should try that. In her rambling on about Steven and his band t-shirt, Y/N presumed that he thought she liked Steven, which in her head, was the complete opposite. She was also glad that she didn’t bring up that Steven had subtly asked her out, in the form of getting drinks with a few of his buddies, but she gently let him down because she had plans with a blonde rockstar that had just come home from a promo tour of a new single off of his band’s third album (not to mention that she was head-over-heels in love with him).

Much to say that she had to bring her A-game tonight.

“I’m really sorry I’m late,” she huffed, slamming her purse on the table.

“Y/N! You’re finally here! Did you get to visit Sydney while you were at it?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes and shoved Mikey.

“I fucking hate you,” she grumbled, squeezing in between Luke and Calum. Y/N took the two shots that Ash pushed in front of her once she got settled, which went down her throat in a nice burn.

“Love you too,” Mikey said with a wink.

“Traffic finally let up?” Calum asked, leaning close to her ear, as the music was progressively getting louder once she arrived.

“Almost an hour, yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “It was just an accident with an out-of-towner that doesn’t know how to drive the California highways.”

“Figures,” Calum scoffed.

Then her phone went off, ringing and vibrating on the table in all its glory.

Remember the words you told me, love me till the da-

Y/N picked up her phone quickly, answering the call, not even checking the caller id.

“You have our song as your ringtone?!”

“Shut up!” Her cheeks turned red, from either the comment or the alcohol, but she would claim that it was the latter. “Hello? Who is this? Stevie? Stephen? Steven? Sorry, give me a second. Give me a second!”

She got up, holding onto Luke’s shoulder for balance, before teetering towards the entrance of the bar which was quieter.

“Dude, you really need to jump on that before the train leaves the station.” Luke was staring at the drink in front of him, then peered up, seeing all three boys, at different stages of drunkenness, all with knowing looks.

“What do you mean?” Ash scoffed, his arms leaning forward on the table.

“You need to get your head out of your ass and talk to her,” Ashton said, taking a sip of his beer.

“In the span of the three, maybe four minutes since Y/N has arrived, you haven’t spoken to her, even acknowledged her. Of course she’s gonna think you’re not interested and move on to another guy.” Calum said. Luke sighed, taking a huge gulp of his beer.

“Guys, just because I like her, doesn’t mean that she’s interested.” Calum was pretty sure that both Ashton and Michael were seconds away from decking the youngest boy. But he just shook his head, then took a long sip from his drink.

“What do you mean Linda won’t cover for me? I covered her last time!” Y/N huffed, rubbing her arms absentmindedly, as the front of the bar didn’t have the best insolation and the night cold seeped in every time someone walked in or out. Turns out Steven called because Caroline’s phone was dead. “Sorry Y/N, she had a conflict in the last minute.” Y/N frowned. She was hoping that her schedule would work out to tag along with the boys on one leg of the tour. She had saved about two and a half weeks of vacation days, planned to use for the tour, and the vacation could be a little longer with Linda covering her projects for about a week. And she was hoping that she could surprise the boys with the news tonight. But it looks like life had other plans.

“Can someone else cover them for me?” she said, taking a few glances back at the table. The boys were animatedly chatting: Cal sporting a soft smile, Ash with a wild grin on his face and waving his arms around, Mikey rolling his eyes, though a smirk was plastered on his face, and Luke, head tilted back in laughter. She could even hear him all the way from where she was. Or it was that she could hear what his laughs would sound like in her head.

“Y/N? You there?” She blinked, focusing back on Caroline on the phone.

“Yeah, yeah sorry. What were you saying?” Caroline giggled on the other line, barely loud enough for her to hear in the bar.

“I’m pretty sure I can find someone. And even if they don’t, I’ll split up the work and pass it out with no exceptions. Babe, you’ve been working so hard for the past few months. This break, you deserve it.” Y/N broke into a smile, the tips of her fingers tingling in excitement.

“Thank youuu, I don’t even know what I owe you.”

“Staaaph, you don’t owe me anything. And I better hear all the stories that you’ll get up to on tour.”

“Oh you will,” she said, while being sidetracked with Luke back at the table. This time, he was taking a long drink of his beer, his adam’s apple bobbing and the strands of hair tucked behind his ears falling out. Damn he looked perfect, with his shiny hair, shiny boots, and even shinier personality. And all the feelings swirling in her belly continued to swirl around with no destination in sight.

“-and I bet you’re not even listening to me, staring at the blue-eyed beauty with heart-eyes. You know what, you should tell him. Cause if you keep waiting any longer, complainin’ to me, I’m gonna tear my hair out, then shove the both of you into a small closet and throw the key.”

“Hey!”

“What? Bet you he’s driving his friends crazy with his overwhelming emotions that he doesn’t know what to do with too.” Y/N scoffed. “But anyways, I should let you go. Have fun! And tell him before I do!” Then Caroline hung up on her before she could inch another word.

“Caroline-!” She looked at her phone, her co-worker’s face disappearing from the screen and her call history showing up. She scrolled a little, before finding another number.

“Hello?”

“Hey Sam, it’s me.” She crossed her arms, balancing the phone on her shoulder, to give herself some warmth.

“Well, I hope it’s you and not someone else with your number.” She rolled her eyes.

“Listen, I just got off the phone with Caroline, and Linda can’t cover for me. So be a dear and help out Caroline with my projects, please?” She heard a sigh, followed by a thump, which she assumed was him landing in his desk chair.

“Fine. But you owe me. Like food or something.”

“Yeah, yeah I know,” she said smiling. At the office, she was the only few people that can cook well, thus favors being repaid in food.

“Okay gotta go, Caroline is telling me you have a hot date.”

“Wait no! It’s not a date! It’s just with guy friends.”

“Surrrre. And you must be in love with at least one of them,” Sam scoffed.

“Well, that may be true but this is not the time!”

“Aha! Well have fuuuun!” And he hung up on her.

“I’m gonna kill them both,” Y/N muttered, as she walked back to the table.

“There you are!” Ashton said. The other three turned to face her; they all had dopey grins, minus Luke who was giving her mixed signals.

“It was work,” she frowned. Calum raised his brows, silently asking if there was something else going on.

“Nothing important, buuut,” she said, climbing back on the barstool while gripping Luke’s shoulder for balance. “I do have a surprise.”

“What is it?” Mikey said, his eyes widening.

“It’s nothing big, but I did have to work out the logistics with work, and also talk to your manager for the details and the permission to do so but-”

“Tell me, woman!” Ashton said, slamming a fist on the table. “Fuck, that hurt!” He gripped his fist with the other hand. Y/N bit her tongue from laughing.

“So that all means that I get to join you for tour!” The four of them froze, eyes wide, with some gaping mouths.

“You’re fucking joking,” Mikey said. She shook her head.

“Not joking. Confirmed with the boss man yesterday and with my boss earlier today. I get to tag along for the euro leg!” Next thing she knew, she was clobbered by four tall dudes with bear hugs.

“Can’t fucking believe it. You’re coming on tour,” Cal said in her ear.

“Y/N’S COMING ON TOUR!” Ashton nearly yelled in her ear.

“Ow, tone it down Ash,” Luke said. Well, more Luke’s ear than hers.

“Aw geez guys, thanks for the love and warmth, by the way, this bar is fucking cold, but I’m also losing oxygen.” They all reluctantly let go, sitting back in their chairs, except for Ash, who went to get more shots.

“Can’t believe it,” Luke mumbled in her ear. She scooted her chair closer to Luke, before tucking herself in his bomber jacket and wrapped her arms around his frame.

“What are you doing?” Luke said, giggling.

“It’s fucking cold,” she said, pulling herself closer to Luke, “and I’m the dumb idiot that wore a backless dress to the cold-ass bar.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, rubbing the other side not attached to him, pausing slightly when she mentioned the backless dress.

“At least you were sensible enough to wear a jacket,” he finally said.

“It’s your jacket, asshole.” Luke giggled, then taking the shot that Ash brought back to their table, handing her one as well.

“Here’s to the true 5SOS band’s Meet You There Tour!” Y/N twisted herself enough to face the group with her shot glass raised in the air.

“Cheers!” They all clinked their glasses, then swallowing the clear liquid down. The other three boys walked away from the table: to dance, to smoke, to get more drinks.

“You’re truly something,” Luke whispered into her ear, rubbing her back.

“Truly yours,” she said back. He stopped rubbing her back, staring into her eyes. She kept eye contact, while straightening up in her chair.

“What?” he said softly. “You mean it?” She rolled her eyes.

“I mean it,” she said, grabbing the lapels of his jacket, “and I love you.”

Luke’s gaze softened, tugging her closer to him.

“Wow, I just never-” he stopped, looking down at her, nearly in his lap and wearing his leather jacket. “I love you too.” She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I’m glad, and I thought we were just friends.” Luke blushed, staring at the sun on her dress.

“I’m glad you made the first move.” Then she pulled him down for a kiss, their lips meeting halfway.

“About fucking time.” They both jumped, breaking apart.

Ash, Cal, and Mikey were standing in front of the table, all with smirks plastered on their faces.

“I hate you guys,” Y/N said, before reaching up to kiss Luke again. Once they broke apart, Luke smiled, gazing down at her.

“What?”

“I’ve been waiting for you, all this time.”

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#5sosff #luke hemmings fic #luke hemmings x reader #5sos imagine #5sos fanfic #5sos fic #luke hemmings #luke 5sos #ashton irwin #luke hemmings fanfic #calum hood #michael clifford #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemming imagines #luke hemmings imagine #damn this has been a PAIN to format and lowkey regretting the texting parts bc thosewere the worst part of formatting #also i feel like i'm missing something but oh well #content creation

[dramaqueeenamby]

How I Plot MY Stories

DISCLAIMER: This method works for me. It’s subjective. It may work for you and it may not. Regardless, I’d like to think that there are some objective points in this thing. 

1) Inspiration 

This is one of those objective things, but I personally find my story inspo from a myriad of ways. Environments, personal experience, conversations, etc. However, my most common (and favorite) method would definitely have to be music. Music always tells a story. You just have to know how to listen to it.

Take for instance Si Una Vez by Selena. In English, it translates to If I Once. Now, if you don’t speak Spanish (I’m real rusty, but I can generally translate pretty well), that’s okay. 

Despacito and Gasolina, anyone? 

2) Brainstorming

Anyway, this particular song talks about a woman who regrets a relationship that she was in and no longer has plans to return to said person. Now, the first thought that comes to my mind is “what happened that made this relationship so terrible?” Did he cheat? Did she cheat? Did they grow apart? Was there possibly some type of domestic violence-related issues? These questions all serve to help you brainstorm, play around with different broad ideas. If we go with the cheating storyline, who stepped out on who? And who was it with? His friend? Her friend? This also helps you figure out your cast, OC’s, and main conflict, the heart, if you will, of your story. 

3) Conflict 

Now, here’s where my personal touch comes into play. Okay, let’s say that he cheated. Why? What caused him to step out on their marriage? The first thought that comes to mind is some type of trauma. To him. To her. I did a story years ago about a couple whose marriage was in shambles because of his cheating ways and only revealed near the middle of the story what caused him to walk away. 

They’d lost their baby. She’d suffered a miscarriage. 

So while the main conflict was his cheating, the reason behind his unfaithful ways was another secret. 

Now, this is a little tricky to do because you have to slowly build up to the ‘big reveal,’ dropping clues and such along the way. The easiest way is flashbacks. I recommend alternating so if chapter one is a flashback then chapter two is the current time. The flashbacks should start with how the couple met and build up from there that way readers see the development of their relationship and start to wonder what went wrong. 

The other method that is sometimes harder to do is clues. If she lost her child, then have a scene where she is out and sees someone with their children and she becomes uncomfortable. Mention her avoiding certain people, not returning phone calls, etc. However, do not drop too many or make them too specific or else your readers might figure it out. 

Instead, have your current chapter focus on his cheating, maybe her trying to track down who he cheated with. In the present timeframe, have a plot twist.

4) Plot Twits

These are a favorite of mine and they’re always pretty damn convoluted. That’s just the way my brain works. You don’t have to have one in your story. Not at all. I just prefer them in mine because I like stories with a bit of suspense. Now, using the Black Panther as an example is good because there are two sides: comics and MCU. I’m a fan of both and implement ideologies from both sectors into my works.

Let’s take someone like Shuri in Space Between and this notion that she’s the informant. I’ve already said that she isn’t so this shouldn’t be a “spoiler.” Someone said that she’d have the least amount of motive, but wouldn’t that make her an even better subject for a twist?

And I tend to disagree that she wouldn’t have a motive. If something were to happen to T’Challa, she would become the ruler of Wakanda and (possibly) the next Black Panther. If T’Challa marries Nala, then Bunme becomes his heir and Shuri is bumped down the line. We know that Shuri is absolutely brilliant and capable of so much. What if she wanted to be queen? She wouldn’t be too happy about some kid who, while she loves, knows nothing about Wakanda taking her “place.”

Like that part at the waterfalls? I could have written a part where Shuri is suddenly quiet when the people started calling Nala their queen because she knows what would happen if her brother were to marry the woman. 

Or going back to the cheating scenario, make the therapist that’s treating the couple the one who is cheating with the husband. Make it the doctor. Hint that the husband has a history with the cheater by writing that he seemed uncomfortable in the sessions or appointments. Readers will think it because the couple already has a lot of tension between them instead of this notion that she’s the one he’s sleeping with. 

Play around with your characters, search for the point of intersectionality, and draw on it. 

5) The Outline

For me, I do this in a number of ways. The first thing I do, however, is write everything that I have (so far) down. I write out my cast (I’m going to use my outline from stories on Wattpad, again, to avoid spoilers) and their brief background after spending a week or such on research to ensure that the veracity of the characters is on point. 

Then, after figuring out what needs to happen (I do this by freewriting and brainstorming various ideas that I know could help me build up to the big reveal of one or more of my conflicts. I have a notebook that I write in for that part. ), I do a rough outline of each chapter to figure out how long the book will be. I either use bullets: 

Or I use sentences:

Whatever works for you. 

Oh, the apps I use are: Google Docs, Evernote, Notes, and iBooks Author.

Now, keep in mind, that these are just rough guides. Your story might end up being longer, shorter, or not include something that was in the initial draft.

All of this happens to me with each fic that I formulate. 

It’s okay though because you have something to fall back on and help remember your original plans. 

I also create playists of songs that contribute to each chapter or the story as a whole. And, typically, my titles are lines from the main song that sparked the fic or I just name it after the song itself. 

Plus, I’m a visual person so I create covers/aesthetics/visuals for my fics. They help remind me of the story and the characters background. Here are some of the visuals that I’ve done for various fics (published and sitll in the making):

Take the Chadwick one. It’s got Siyanda and Simone. One on each side and a split road in the middle as well as a bed. It indicates that he can only go one way aka pick one woman. 

That might be spoiler-ish.

6) Final Thoughts

Again, someone requested that I give a snippet as to how I plan my stories, but I figured that I’d just make a post because a lot of you seem enthralled by my hot mess ass, messy ass, works. Lol. But, I needed to get into the writing mood and this helped so I guess it’s a double win? No? Okay.

~Amby

#personal #do not steal my graphics or I WILL hunt you down #confessions of a reformed hacker

[12-16-1993]

music. singing.

Who doesn’t love music? Music is literally a great void to avoid or solve all your life problems. however you are feeling, there is a song out there that will help you get through it. Since I describe myself to be an artistic person, music will always be one of my first loves before I got into learning to love the entertainment business since I want to be a producer after I am finished with school.

There are so many artist and genres that I love and are open to all. The few genres I really love to listen to on the daily are pop, alternative, hip-hop/rap and r&b. I listen to pop because it makes me feel good. I listen to hip-hop and rap because it makes me feel confident. I listen to alternative because it makes me actually feel the music. I also listen to jazz because it is calm and soothing. If I were to be a music artist, my genre I would do would be r&b alternative like Tinashe, one of my favorite artists.

When I listen to music, I find myself analyzing a lot about the song I’m listening to like identify the instruments in the song or listening to only the lyrics or listening to only the music or looking up who produced the song/album and with me being a wannabe singer, I like to match my vocals with theirs. It’s a fun lil thing to do when I just want to have my time with my music I listen to. I also like to sing the artists’ background vocals/ad libs in a song. I highly enjoy that and feel like a weirdo for saying that, but that is another great quality in music - everyone listens to it their own way.

How I normally hear new music is of course through social media or television, whether it is from the artist(s) I follow or just stumbling across someone new I’ve never heard of. I just give the new artist(s) a listen to their songs because I’ll honestly listen to any and everything. I also listen to mostly all of the music apps/websites like Pandora, Spotify, Youtube, Soundcloud, iHeart Radio, etc. I do not listen to the radio a lot because of repetitive airplay… :/ I hate when radio stations do that; it makes me get annoyed with a song very quickly.

A relaxing thing I like to do is create playlists. They describe how I feel or what is currently stuck in my head these days. I get so excited when my favorite artist release new material. I feel like I’m growing with them as well when they evolve in their music. I mainly make my playlists on my Spotify account (kimberlykashana06). I had to cut back on making so many playlist because I also follow other people on Spotify and I want to listen to their playlists as well. The categories I’ve narrowed my playlists to be are all of my music collection playlists, boymood playlists, workout playlists, inspo playlist, a fun playlist, monthly playlists, throwback playlists, car ride playlists and my personal playlists which I keep private for now. And they are all placed in folders to keep it more organized. My main focus is on my monthly playlists and my bop city playlists

I want to make some improvements on my monthly playlists. It’s getting hard for me to keep track of not putting the same songs in a new playlist of the month (but now it has a search bar at the top, which could make it a little bit easier; it’ll just be a little more work creating it). What I used to do was pre-make it a week before the month would start. I’ll still continue to do that so the playlist will be up for the entire month. I think with my monthly playlists I want to incorporate newly released music, music that has been released during that month or do a theme if it has a theme, like February has Valentine’s Day.

With my bop city playlists, I will choose 100 songs and divide them up between artists. I will post my playlists on here for you all to check out if you would like :)

In the end, let music take you places you have never been. You will feel so much better once you're outside of what you are currently feeling.

Happy Friday loves!

xo,

Kim

#music #listen #social media #feelings #playlists #singing #artists #genres #mood #love #behappy

[sheepbearfox]

fifty question studyblr tag.

questions from @organizedminimalist​

i decided to start off this baby studyblr with a questionaire studyblr tag. <3 i love doing these types of things. it’s super great exercising for the brain... well, specifically my own brain if not others, lol! 

you can check out organizedminimalist’s answers here! btw, she tagged everyone!

GENERAL

What country are you studying in now? USA

What’s your major or specialization? I have no idea, but I’m considering Art History, Neuroscience/Neurology/...everything neuro lol, Psychology, &/or Business

What year are you in? 1st year in General Studies atm.

What courses are you taking (/will be taking if on break)? I haven’t even enrolled/picked my classes yet! lol!

Favorite course? I have a feeling it’s going to be Drawing, but who knows?

What languages do you know? Want to learn? I am only fluent in English atm, but I used to be fluent in Lao. Languages I’d like to learn?: (especially) Korean & Japanese, Latin, French, Italian, Spanish, Mandarin Chinese, Thai, refresh on Lao, and Hmong (due to being half Hmong.)

What language do you study in? Do you think in a different language? Study in English, and I think in English... with a whole bunch of different language onomatopoeia (thanks Korean Dramas.)

Career aspiration? SO MUCH ASPIRATIONS, but I mostly want to be an artist, writer, and entrepreneur or possibly a CEO.

If you couldn’t be #8, what would you be? Psychologist, Art Professor, or Wedding Planner.

Moment you knew what you wanted to do? I slowly understood what I wanted to do from little snippets of ambition. I finally understood the whole picture about a year or two ago.

STUDY ENVIRONMENT

Where is your favorite place to study? Quiet places that allow my study music and with LOTS of desk space (coffee shops, library, closed rooms, etc.)

When is your favorite time to study? I don’t have a favorite time lol, but late mornings/late nights to early mornings. I like it to be dark outside basically.

Clean desk or organized mess? Depends on the mood, but clean messy...if that makes sense? The exact stuff I’m studying with would be messy while everything else is organized.

Music or no music? What type? Music for sure. Softly played piano covers (k-pop piano covers, anime piano covers, etc. I also enjoy easy listening music like Crywolf. *PRO BACKGROUND MUSIC TIP: USE AMBIENT-MIXER.COM FOR THESE COOL BACKGROUND SOUNDS LIKE HOGWART’S LIBRARY. YO.

Name top 3 worst distractions. Social media, Korean drama, youtube... other life planning (making lists, pinterest, etc.)

Exam time, dress up or dress down? In sweats. I’m always in sweats.

Exam time, hair up or hair down? Depends on the mood... but most likely high up pony-tail. My favorite hairstyle.

Favorite outfit for studying? Same-old sweats. Maybe in pj shorts this time if it’s hot. But tbh, even if it’s cold... I’d wear shorts and jus use a blanket.

Favorite study scent? After rain morning.

STUDY TOOLS

Name 5 things you would consider your ‘study essentials’. 0.3 mm or smaller mechanical pencil, small black MUJI eraser, 0.5 mm or smaller black gel pen, small ruler (6ish inch,) graph paper, hobonichi techo planner (random notes are in there,) laptop/phone (online notes & pinterest for study layout inspo,) books, and music.

Hardcopy books or pdf online? Both are okay with me, but the physical book is a tad bit easier.

Favorite study snack? drink? Goji berries or blueberries... maybe grapes. Slightly chilled water or coconut water.

Favorite pen (or pencil)? Pilot for my pen. I lost my pencil, so I’m not sure about that one at this moment. I’ll edit it in later.

Favorite notebook/paper? I love, love, love graph paper (specifically the SMALL squares like within the hobonichi techo.) I also love the Cambridge notebook papers, but they’re on the expensive side. As for blank pages? Textured sketchbooks like the Canson Mixed Media Pads.

Name 5 apps/tools that help you be productive. Evernote, but recently an addition of the Bear app (transitioning note-taking app,) Tick Tick, TORA reminder app, myHomework Student Planner, and still discovering!

How many pens/pencils/markers are in your pencil case? I haven’t been pen/pencil/marker shopping yet... so 2 black gel pens, 1 0.3 mm mechanical pencil, and the rest are MUJI erasers and a ruler.

Backpack or purse? Backpack, and SOMETIMES a shoulder laptop bag.

How many notebooks do you have? ROFL. A LOT. I’m a journal/notebook/sketchbook-hoarder-in-responsible-journal/notebook/sketchbook-purchasing-training member. My favorite “note” journal/notebooks are my hobonichi techo, moleskine journals, my large Cambridge lined notebook, and graphing notepad. Since I’m trying to avoid buying journals/notebooks/sketchbooks, I’ve been using Evernote & Bear like crazy.

STUDY HABITS

How do you motivate yourself when you’re not motivated? Take a break, stroll through the amazing study note-taking on pinterest/tumbr/instagram, think about my future and the ambitions I have, &/or listen inspirational speeches.

Pump up routine before writing an exam? Bag needs to be packed, have to have showered, dressed nicely, hair done and minimal make up applied - and listen to either EDM or coldplay on my way there. Finish a crying session with Korean Dramas, reading serious-businss tumblr threads, get dressed in sweats, put on my eyebrows, contemplate on eyeshadow or eyeliner, coconut oil & bite lip agave lip mask lip time, tie my hair up, pack my bag, sit down and scroll through phone one last time for a while AND ALSO EAT SOME FOOD, head there, and pray I’ll stay awake.

Crammer or pacer? Both, but mostly crammar. I for some reason have a part time studying/remembering long-term knowledge under pressure. Short-term memory is stronger for pressure/stress.

Type of learner (kinesthetic, auditory, visual)? Visual and a little bit of kinesthetic.

How do you plan? (digital, planner, lists, no plan, etc.) myHomework planner, Tick Tick if needed, planner, more lists (the more I write it down, the more I remember to do it/makes it a higher priority in my mind.)

Preferred note-taking method? Typed/digitally AND hand-written/drawn. I have to do both.

Do you make to-do lists? How? Hell yes, I do. I make lists EVERYWHERE. I LOOOOVE making lists.

Do you stick to your to-do lists? Depends on the list. But majority of the time. It has to be high-priority/a list I create on every item I can think of.

Group study or independent study? Independent.

Average number of hours of sleep during exam time? I can’t do less than 6 hours, or I’ll pass out during the day/exam.

Ever pulled an all-nighter? Not for school related things... SO FAR.

STUDY MENTALITY

What do you do to recover from getting a grade lower than expected? I feel down about it, but I know I end up having a decent to great grade at the end of the road. That’s all that matter to me... trying my best.

One advice you’d give others? There is more than one way to get to where you want to go. Put your heart into your work. The more genuinely interested you feel, the easier and BETTER you learn and remember anything. Find interest. Find purpose.

What are you most proud of right now? Surviving schoolwork with lack of motivation from depression.

Favorite quote to keep you going? Oh my, too much... just too much quotes. LOTS.

Favorite way to de-stress? Sleep.

OTHER

Favorite 5 studyblrs? I’m new, so I haven’t seen a lot yet!

How often do you check Tumblr? At least once a day.

Hobbies when you’re not studying? Art, pinteresting, taking notes/making lists, thinking about the future, etc.

Favorite compulsory-reading book? I’m not sure lol.

First nerdy joke that pops into your head. My favorite one.

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