#this only supposed to be fun so no need to stress

[bellysoupset]

Heyy!

So I have an idea, considering wedding is practically just around the corner and Jonah being the groomzila that he is, i feel like all the stress would makes him have a nightmare, I think it would be super fun if you could write a fic about that and maybe he wakes up and is immediately sick from the stress. And how I see the nightmare going is like it’s the wedding and everything’s going well until something terrible happens and that’s when he wakes up.

This one isn't very long, but I was so in love with this prompt!!

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"It's looking a little grey out, isn't it?" Jonah stressed, pacing the bedroom as he watched the makeup artist finish up Angie's makeup. He damn nearly pressed his nose to the window, staring angrily at the sky.

He had been promised a stunning sunset, but now grey clouds were collecting in the horizon, already shielding away the sun and the luminosity was only going to diminish even more in the next 40 minutes for the ceremony to start. By the end of their vows they'd be in the dark.

"You have torches out, Jon," Luke reassured him, getting up from his spot in the couch so he could squeeze Jonah's shoulders, thumbs rolling away the tension knots there, "you'll get stunning pictures either way."

"Not if it rains on us!" Jonah groaned, feeling clammy and nauseous. He shrugged off his jacket and Luke once more patted his back.

"It won't rain, Jonah and you're taking the vows at the pavilion, so relax, will you?"

How could Atwood be so damn calm about things? How had he just married Bella with less than two days of preparations? They were different species entirely.

"Jonah," Angie was sitting up correctly on the makeup chair now, instead of nearly lying down, and she looked gorgeous, even with that amused smile tugging at her lips, "your day is already happening. Right now."

Uh.

He frowned, crossing his arms defensively, then deflated with a sigh as his baby sister continued on to say, "aren't you supposed to enjoy it?"

Bloody hell.

"When did you get so wise beyond your years?" Jonah grumbled, while Luke patted his back and let out a snort, followed by a gasp.

"You look amazing, Ange!"

"Well, wait until you see me in the dress!"

Jonah rubbed his sweaty palms against his trousers. Angie was right, he was stressing so much that the day couldn't be good even if everything went right. All he'd remember later would be how stressed he was...

His phone buzzed and Jon picked it up, smiling as he saw Leo's name across the screen.

Leo: I changed my mind.

Jonah stared at the text for a solid minute, only snapping out of his daze as the tree little grey dots appeared next to Leo's contact, showing he was typing.

Leo: I don't think we should marry.

Leo: I'm leaving.

"Jonah?" Luke's voice caused him to raise his head, or try to, he seemed unable to look away from the screen. Jonah sucked in a breath, tried to click on Leo's picture so he could be redirected to the call button, but his fingers kept slipping for some reason, "JONAH!"

His stomach lurched and Jon's whole world capsized as he was suddenly rolled on his side, gravity seeming to give up on him-

His heart was drumming in his ears and there was hot, bubbling bile climbing up his throat, coming up in a projectile wave as he opened his mouth. A death grip around his chest and stomach.

He needed to call Leo. He needed to fix this. To understand what had happened, to- To get him back, change his mind somehow- What had changed?!

He tried to breathe, but his body seemed to have forgotten how to do it and instead Jonah only wheezed. There was a harsh thump to his back.

Leo?

"Jesus fucking Christ, Jonah!"

Lucas. Patting his back. A hand grabbing his shoulder, keeping Jonah from diving out of the car or strangling himself with the seatbelt. Luke.

"I need- I need- Call-" Jonah tried to say, before a coughing fit overcame him and the nausea surged up once again. He gagged, spat in the growing puddle on the side of the road...?

Road?

The seatbelt released and Jonah nearly fell forward, just as Lucas caught him, pushing Jon to lie back against the passenger seat of the car and all but climbing over the handbrake in order to cup his face.

"Jon, Jonah, HEY!" Luke slapped his cheeks, forcing their eyes to meet, "you had a nightmare, you're freaking out. Not real, wasn't real-" he snapped his fingers before Jonah's eyes, frustrated and panicked, "HEY!"

Jonah nodded, nervously, sucked in a breath- Then lurched to the side just in time to retch another mouthful of acidic saliva. Behind him he heard Luke let out a sigh.

A nightmare. He was in Luke's car. They were going to the airport to pick up Angie, Jackie and Matteo. Fuck. It was a random Friday, Leo was stuck in court, Luke had volunteered to tag along instead and kicked Jonah to the passenger seat because he "looked horrible."

"Bloody...Hell," he breathed out, clearing his throat and spitting a glob of bitter, thick, saliva, finally collapsing back against his seat. Lucas promptly shoved a lukewarm water bottle in his hand, grabbing some takeout paper napkins from his glovebox.

"Here..." Atwood hoovered over him, looking like it was physically hurting him not to shake Jonah like a rattle toy or question him on the spot. Energy and concern was rolling off of him and Jonah raised a hand to shut Luke up preemptively.

"Give me a minute."

Lucas' jaw clenched and he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, bouncing his leg up and down.

Jonah swished the water around in his mouth, then spat it out of the still open door, slamming it shut. He lowered his head to the glovebox and let out a slow, deliberate breath.

What a ridiculous fucking dream.

Nevertheless, he fished out phone from his pocket, wiping his sweaty hand on the paper napkin in order to click on Leo's contact.

Leo: Stuck in court, fuck my lifeeeeee

Leo: Luke said he'll pick you up.

Leo: No, I didn't ask him to, he volunteered.

Leo: BE NICE

Leo: Apologize to your family for me? 😭 I'll see them at dinner, I promise I'll be out by then.

Leo: I love you so much.

Leo: Less than a week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Leo: Chuck's asking the address of the venue again, can I tell him he's uninvited?

Jonah let out a chuckle, then it caught in his throat and quickly turned into a sob. Tears sprung up, burning his eyes and his nose, emotion getting the best out of him.

"Aww, Jon," Luke cooed, no longer able to hold out his nature and wrapping an arm around his back, "dude, c'mere-"

"Don't touch me," Jonah groaned, sniffling and angrily wiping away the tears, only for Luke to let out a snort and tug him anyways, smushing Jonah's face to his chest and hugging him.

"You're so stressed, Jon," Luke's voice was deep in his chest, vibrating, followed by a chuckle, "nothing will go wrong."

Jonah let out a groan, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Luke always smelt a little like mint, because of his after shave, and it was grounding to reality.

"How can you know?" slowly he peeled away from Lucas, rubbing his face and taking a gulp of water.

Luke's face got all wrinkly as he opened a huge smile, "because you're marrying the man you love, Jon. Even if everything goes wrong, horribly wrong, you're still marrying Leo. You got it?"

It was like a knot deep inside his chest loosened up. He was marrying Leo.

The guy he had been in love with since the first time they had shared a hotel room back in the football team, the man who had caught his eye immediately, the one who understood all of his ticks and noises, who could read him as a book. He was marrying his best friend, even if the venue caught on fire, Leo was counting down the days to marry him.

"Yeah," Jonah cracked a smile, going boneless on his seat, "yeah, you're right."

[littledarlingbunbun]

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[coolsvilleprincess]

Today's warm up, the lads. Tomorrow??? Who really is to say.

[kristiliqua]

some ultrakill fans flaming people for playing on lenient/harmless is so funny to me because here i am in my little corner playing on harmless with Also 100% damage reduction (in major assist settings) because my severe anxiety cannot handle the idea of me taking any damage at all . i am wearing my propeller hat and eating my lollipop and i am having fun :3 (and maybe one day i can ease that anxiety and play without major assists)

[proselles]

thing one and dumbass two

[caterpillarinacave]

I’m… not having a good time.

[wall-eye]

If you annoy people for fun, don't be surprised when people don't like you

Work rant in tags. Didn't know there was a 30 tag limit lol

[errantgoat]

The golden dice are mine!

Gods, never again. xDDD

[good-beanswrites]

Could you write a drabble for Mikoto and Shidou plus Blood? This request miiight be inspired by the fact that Mikoto mentions his body hurting a lot but doesn't seem to be receiving any medical treatment, either because Mahiru and Fuuta take priority or because there's no obvious cause, and therefore cure, to his pain...

👀👀👀 Thank you, this is such a good combo ough!! It's so interesting how much focus the others get when it comes to physical health, since Mikoto has clearly complained of his condition :( It looks like Milgram is trying to push the idea that he's completely oblivious to his alters, but I spun it where he's aware, just deep in denial. So have some Mikoto angst to get us hyped for Double!

Mikoto should be grateful. He was lucky. That’s what he kept repeating to himself. He had both of his eyes intact. Both his arms. He was strong enough to walk around freely. He wasn’t on the verge of death, or collapse. Thus, he should be grateful no one was offering him any help, because it meant he didn’t need it. He repeated it again. Maybe this time he would believe it.

With a groan, his body rolled out of bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up actually feeling rested. Everything ached. His muscles tightened with soreness. His throat felt as raw as his knuckles, though he hadn’t been using either. He had no desire to lift his arms over his head, or twist around too much, so he didn’t change out of yesterday’s uniform. Maybe the belts and buckles had made it difficult to sleep. The theory wasn’t a convincing one, but dwelling on things like that had never gotten him anywhere.

He ran his fingers once through his hair, combing out a bit of the mess. Looking in a mirror was the last thing he needed. He made his way to the dining hall. 

The others trickled in for breakfast. His appetite, at least, hadn’t suffered. He hardly noticed the others giving him wide-eyed stares. What were they expecting? Of course he was looking worse for wear, given the circumstances. He ignored them, glad to focus on the hot meal before him.

A hand weighed heavy on his shoulder.

“Mikoto,” Shidou’s voice may have remained calm, but it was urgent. “Do you need some help?”

“Huh?” He shrugged his hand away, offering a weak smile. “I’m fine! Oh, I think Kazui was saving a seat for you over there, if you --”

“-- How about we go to my cell for a moment? Or yours, if that would be more comfortable.”

What was everyone’s problem this morning? Mikoto did his best to keep his voice pleasant. “Really, man, I’m good.” 

Shidou’s expression remained unmoving. Very carefully, he informed him, “you’re bleeding. Pretty badly by the look of it. You’re coming with me.” 

Mikoto blinked. He looked over his shoulder, following Shidou’s gaze. The back of his uniform was torn across the center. A significant splotch of blood seeped into the material, growing even larger as he shifted to see it. 

“...Oh…” 

Back in Shidou’s cell, sad to have left his breakfast plate behind, he slumped into a chair. Shidou gathered together some supplies. As always, he got right to the point. “What happened?”

“I… I’m not sure. I don’t remember anything from last night. I don’t remember most nights, recently. I know that sounds crazy, but…”

“It’s fine. I have definitely heard crazier.” He smiled, something gentle and reassuring. As usual, there was something hidden behind his eyes. It was as if he already knew what Mikoto was up to late at night that earned him so much soreness the following days. He didn’t offer an explanation, though. Mikoto didn’t press him for one.

He winced as he was helped out of his uniform. Removing his shirt revealed the mysterious gash. Shidou’s eyes widened at the array of scratches and scars. Some were fresh, but most originated long before Milgram. Though he didn’t ask, Mikoto answered.

“I’m pretty clumsy, huh?” Maybe this time he would believe it. 

Shidou was kind enough to pretend to. “Here, allow me…”

Shidou got to work cleaning and dressing the injuries. Mikoto closed his eyes. Even though the disinfectant stung, and sometimes those gloved fingers pressed a little two hard, it felt nice to have things patched up. 

“Is there anything else going on? Are you feeling pain anywhere else?”

Mikoto could have laughed. He didn’t. “I’m just sore. And my head’s been killing me, but I’m used to migraines. Perks of the verdict, I’m sure.”

Shidou hummed in thought. 

“Thanks, by the way. I’ll try to be more careful.” Not that he had much choice in the matter, it seemed. But he’d do his best. 

Shidou kept his face straight, but there were traces of pain in his voice. “I will too. I’m sorry, Mikoto. If I had known… I’ve been distracted lately, but I should have paid closer attention.”

“It’s fine,” he flashed a grin. “I know the others are pretty fucked up. And I’m not dying or anything. I’m lucky, you know?”

“I wouldn’t say so. Doctors don’t only treat the dying.”

Mikoto frowned. 

It didn’t take much longer to finish treatment. Shidou gave him a few instructions about the bandages, then offered him a clean shirt. “You’re good to go. I’ll be checking in more often, now. I’ll see if I can find something for your head.” 

“Thanks. Really.”

He returned Mikoto’s torn uniform. “You should talk to Es about getting a new one. Until then, you’ll want to clean this with --”

Mikoto waved a dismissive hand, heading out of the cell. “Don’t worry, I know how to wash blood out of my clothes. Er, that sounds bad. I’m just a clutz, yeah? The blood’s always been my own.”

Maybe this time he would believe it.

[battleshipgarcy]

[daisywords]

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[raksh-writes]

Twf your body forces you to take a break by making you feel sick and giving you migraine symptoms, like-- thanks, I get it, but could you lay off on the stress if Im to have any Actual rest? Please and thank you :')

[tojisteddy]

Sukuna who doesn’t like when you don’t follow his commands and listen to others.

After a long and annoying morning of telling his warriors what to do, killing off aristocrats and ordering servants around— the King of Curses expects to see you out in the garden playing with the stray kittens the King only keeps around for you or drawing in the paper hes given you, or better yet, napping. The sight of you enjoying yourself eases the annoyance, the stress of it all.

But when he doesn’t find you in the mere seconds it takes to scan the the yard with his four eyes, his voice booms across the open space, startling any servant near by. His voice is deep, dark, pronouncing every word slowly in an attempt to slow his irritation—

“Uraume, where. is. she?”

He could just sniff you out, he knows your smell so well now that it’s almost apart of him. Knows the smell of what lies inbetween your legs too, but he’d rather not use that. Not invade your space anymore than he usually does. He gracious like that.

His white haired servant is there in an instant, bowing his head, “[+] is at your room my lord.” They almost say it like a question, as if asking, ‘isn’t that where they’re supposed to be? A servant at their post?’

Well, no.

You do as your king orders you to do, and if that means you go and play instead of working until Sukuna calls for you, so fucking be it.

Sukuna finds you standing there in front of his chamber doors, arms behind your back, eyes low, waiting. like a good woman in waiting is supposed to do.

He calls to you like a sigh of relief, the God himself that never wavers, worried about his pet escaping him, something that would and never will happen, “Little human,”

Your eyes shoot up, your lashes flutter ever so beautifully, bowing your head, “Welcome back my lord.”

He doesn’t hesitate to tell you your wrong doings today, “You are meant to be in the yard before you feed me lunch, yes?”

You nod, “Yes my lord.”

“Then why is it you are here, watching the door when you know well I come to meet you there?”

You shift on your feet, eyes adverting his eyes while biting the inside of your lip. Adorable. You don’t want to get in trouble. His cute little thing. He lifts your chin with his finger, black nail at your throat. But you know it won’t hurt you.

Not his lovely pet.

Your big brown doe eyes stare up at him, he almost lets the matter go entirely— but you must understand your wrong to quickly fix it in the future.

“One of the servants told me I should be here, doing my job my lord. Not, -ehm- ‘wasting time.’ ” You mumble.

He raises a brow, he decides to test you, “So you listen to mere servants over your king?”

You’re sharp though, practically appalled that he’d suggested something like that, “I do not my lord! You are- you are-“

“I am, what?” 

“You are everything my lord.” You say it like it’s just. And he knows what you mean. He sees the way your gaze lingers longer and longer as the days pass, the way your heart beat sounds irregular when you’re near to him. How you long for his touch and approval, more than the ones who come to worship or pray to him. You see him as the moon, the stars and everything in between.

And oh, does Sukuna love it.

The pink haired god relishes in the feeling, his devilish grin appears on his face, he knows he has you. Always and forever and in the next life too.

“Then you will listen to your king and ‘waste time’ until I say otherwise, yes?” He scoffs. Whoever told you, you were wasting time was stupid. Humans need fun don’t they? His little one would get more than enough time.

You nod, replying those sweet words as you usually do when you listen ever so obediently. His loving pet.

“Good girl.” He caresses the apple of your cheek with his large hand, wishing to see the sunny glow on your brown skin. slipping it back in his arm back into his yukata.

“Come, let’s have lunch.”

And you quickly follow, always five feet behind. But Sukuna lifts you off your feet, holding you in one arm.

“M-my lord!” You gasp.

“You’ve worked long enough. Rest.”

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[classyrbf]

super horny babymama!reader with babydaddy!suguru tending to her every needs no matter how dire or casual they may be.

thank you for the request pookieeee, i hope you like it <3

you sat there staring at your phone, an unamused look on your face as you read the text from your supposed to be date tonight.

hate to do this, but I gotta cancel last minute…

all you can do is sigh in disappointment, rolling your eyes and tossing your phone onto your bed. You didn’t have the energy to respond, quite literally drained from scrolling on dating apps twenty four seven and having dates canceled. Getting back into the dating life was harder than you thought, especially now since you were single mother. It’s been tough finding someone, wanting a long lasting relationship and a nice guy who’ll also prove that he’s good enough for your kid too.

Even if you can’t find someone for long term at the moment, you were definitely in need for a good fuck. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually had someone in your bed. The built up sexual frustration added to your stress. You were so excited for this day too, even got Shoko to babysit for you after begging and begging. You frowned, heels clicking against the floor, getting a good look at yourself in the mirror, dress hugging you in all the right places and your makeup enhancing your features. It was a complete waste.

Whatever. You’ll just use the time to have some fun for yourself, reaching into your drawer to pull out your vibrator, hoping that it’ll help take some of the edge off. Any longer without cumming and you feel like you might explode. Unfortunately a horrible idea pops into your head the second you reach in your drawer. An idea that involved calling your baby daddy for a quick fuck.

You and suguru were great at co parenting, but getting too close would always make things messy and confusing, but would it really hurt to have him back in your bed again after a few months. The more and more you thought about it the nastier your thoughts became. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knew all your sweet spots, what made you tick and how to make you cum within minutes. Your pussy throbbed at the thought, and you broke.

You dialed his number, the phone only ringing twice before you heard his voice on the phone. “Hello?” He answered.

“Hey, Suguru.” You bit your lip.

“Hey, baby. Everything alright?” Despite not being together for a while, he never dropped the nickname despite your comments about it.

“Mmm, yeah. I just…my date canceled on me and I was wondering—”

“Need to me to come over?” He finished your sentence, letting out a breathy chuckle. “Anything for you, baby.”

“Yeah, but…I’m just feeling really fucking horny right now,” you take a deep breath, “and I need you so badly. I’ve been pent up for so fucking long, Sugu,” you whine.

“I know, baby, I know. Just be ready for me when I get there.”

Now twenty minutes later, Geto has you riding his cock, his hands squeezing at your hips. You’re bouncing on him with such intensity, greedily pleasing yourself, using his cock to get off. And he lets you without a care in the world. He watches your pussy cream around him, your pretty tits bouncing in his face, tempting to suck on. “That’s it, ride that dick,” he pants, reaching down and rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Nnnghh, Sugu,” you cry, lewd moans bouncing off the walls and straight to his ears. “I love your cock…feels so fucking good,” you whimper. Your hips are slamming down harder, eyes rolling back at the pleasure coursing through your veins. Your chest heaves up and down with each breath, falling back on your hands and spreading your legs more, grinding your hips against his cock. “Mmmph,” your teeth catch your lower lip.

“Ohh yes, show off that pretty pussy to me,” he groans, still messily rubbing your clit. He feels your cunt clench down on him, a broken moan escaping his lips. “Fuckkk, I can’t get enough of you.” He bucks his hips up, fucking you back. The sound of your pussy squelching makes his cock throb even harder, your juices gathering at the base of his cock with each lethal thrust.

“Shit, shit, right there!” You moan. As you grow closer to your orgasm, your body grows tired from riding, making it hard to catch your breath. Geto notices how much of you slowed down, brows furrowed in concentration before he pulls you up and holds you against his sweaty chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you tightly as he takes over, plunging his cock into you. “Ohhhh shit. Oh my god you’re so fucking deep, Sugu!” Your nails claw at his shoulders, your moans pouring into his ear.

The sound of skin against skin echoes through the room, his cock thrusting in and out a rough and selfish pace. It’s like he needed your orgasm more than you with the way he was fucking you. He always knew how to do it just right, making your toes curl, leaving you speechless and a drooling mess. “Cum, baby, fucking cum,” he whimpers, gritting his teeth as his movements grow sloppier. “No one else can make you feel this good, huh? Fucking you so deep and raw, making you cum harder and harder round after round,” his sultry voice sends shivers down your spine. “This pussy is mine. Say it.” You can hear the cocky smirk in his voice.

“Ah, yes, it’s yours!” You cry out, biting down on his shoulder as he continuously pounds into you, satisfying your every craving and need to be fucked. He knows exactly how you need it, and puts it down just right. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard for you to stay away, and he plays right into each time because he can’t stay away either. He’s there at your every beck and call no matter what.

Your pornographic moans grow only louder, dripping cunt clenching around his thick cock before your body begins shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. “I’m cummingggg!” Your eyes roll back, incoherent mumbles leaving your lips while he fucks you through it.

“Fuck, yes, you feel so good!” His grip on you is bruising, your pussy creaming more than before as his thrusts grow stronger. “Ohh shit, you’re bouta make me fucking cum,” he breathes heavily, quickly making the decision to pull out before he ends up making a rash decision and getting you pregnant again. The warmth of his sticky cum coats your pussy lips, geto making sure to smear it between your folds. “Damn, baby,” he breathily chuckles.

“Oh my god,” you lay there on his chest, trying to catch your breath. “God, I haven’t cum that hard in so long. I feel like I blacked out for a second,” you giggle. His fingers hook under your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss, his tongue sliding against your lips and into your mouth. Your hands travel down his toned stomach, pulling away. “Fuck me again,” you whisper, your hand sliding lower, wrapping around his hard cock. Geto wastes no time, flipping you onto your back, your knees pushed up to your chest.

You were ready to be here all night.

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[glowettee]

✧˖° studying without suffering: how to actually enjoy learning (yes, it’s possible)

✧˖° let’s talk.

hey angels, it's mindy!

most people treat studying like a punishment. something to be endured, not enjoyed. it’s that thing you force yourself to do, like taking bitter medicine or running a mile in gym class. but what if that’s the reason you struggle with it?

the secret? you were never meant to hate learning.

somewhere along the way, school made it boring. maybe you had teachers who sucked the fun out of it. maybe you associate studying with stress, deadlines, and exhaustion. but learning is supposed to be exciting. when you actually enjoy it, everything changes. you focus longer, retain more, and (ironically) spend less time studying because your brain actually absorbs the information.

so, let’s fix it. let’s make studying something you want to do instead of something you suffer through.

✧˖° ➼ step 1: detach learning from school

(school & learning are not the same thing. stop letting school ruin your curiosity.)

the first mindset shift? realize that school does not own learning.

➼ school is about structure, deadlines, and tests. it’s designed to measure performance. ➼ learning is about curiosity, deep thinking, and exploration. it’s designed to expand your mind. and help you grow as a person.

if you’ve only ever studied because you had to, your brain associates it with pressure. break that pattern. find something outside of school that you actually like learning about. philosophy, psychology, art history, neuroscience, fashion design, whatever makes you curious.

even if it’s unrelated to your classes, it rewires your brain to see learning as an intrinsic activity, not just an obligation. once you enjoy learning in general, you can transfer that energy back into your studies.

✧˖° ➼ step 2: romanticize the process (but actually make it feel good)

("romanticizing studying" doesn’t mean just buying cute stationery. let’s go deeper.)

sensory association is everything. your brain links experiences to the way they feel physically. so if studying feels uncomfortable, you’ll avoid it. the solution? make it a luxurious experience for your senses.

✧ visuals → clean, minimalist desk, soft lighting, aesthetic study materials ✧ sound → rain sounds, classical piano, lo-fi beats (music that enhances focus) ✧ touch → cozy blankets, warm tea, smooth pens gliding over paper ✧ scent → vanilla candles, fresh coffee, the pages of an old book

this isn’t just about aesthetics. it’s neuroscience. when studying feels pleasurable, your brain stops resisting it.

✧˖° ➼ step 3: use high-dopamine study techniques

(forcing yourself to study the “normal” way is why you hate it.)

some study methods are literally designed to be boring. ditch them.

instead, try:

➼ blurting method: instead of passively reading, close your book and write down everything you remember. then check what you missed. (way more engaging than just re-reading notes.) ➼ dual-coding: mix visuals with text. draw tiny sketches next to your notes. turn concepts into mind maps. watch a video explaining a topic right after reading about it. ➼ pomodoro stacking: instead of the typical 25-minute study sprints, customize it. (ex: 50 min deep focus + 10 min break with an actual reward.) ➼ interleaving technique: mix subjects instead of block studying. it forces your brain to stay engaged.

stop making studying harder than it needs to be. find what works for you, and your brain will stop fighting it.

✧˖° ➼ step 4: make studying social (but in a smart way)

(because you’re not supposed to do this alone.)

studying alone for hours? miserable. but studying with others who are just as serious as you? instant motivation boost.

but instead of chaotic group study sessions where no one gets anything done, try:

✧ parallel studying: hop on facetime or join a study livestream. silent, focused, but together. ✧ teaching method: explain concepts to a friend. if you can teach it, you truly understand it. ✧ study accountability: check in with someone daily. send each other your study goals, no excuses.

even just knowing someone else is studying at the same time can trick your brain into feeling more engaged.

✧˖° ➼ step 5: shift your identity

("i hate studying" isn’t a personality trait. it’s a mindset problem.)

if you keep saying “i hate studying,” your brain will never enjoy it. change the narrative.

➼ instead of “i suck at studying,” try → “i’m learning how to study in a way that works for me.” ➼ instead of “i can’t focus,” try → “i’m training my brain to focus longer every day.” ➼ instead of “i don’t feel like it,” try → “i’m someone who gets things done, whether i feel like it or not.”

become the type of person who enjoys learning. once that becomes your identity, everything else follows.

✧˖° ➼ step 6: create emotional attachment to your goals

motivation dies when your goals feel distant and impersonal. if you’re studying just because you “have to,” it’s easy to procrastinate. but if you link it to something deeply personal, it becomes non-negotiable.

try this: visualize your future self. imagine the version of you who already achieved everything you want. who is she? what does she do? how does she study?

then, make it emotional. ✧ if you dream of getting into your dream school, print pictures of it. make a vision board. ✧ if you want financial freedom, imagine the luxury of never stressing over money. ✧ if you want to be respected in your field, remind yourself that your knowledge is your power.

when you make studying personal, it stops being a chore. it becomes a commitment.

✧˖° ➼ step 7: stop making everything harder than it needs to be

(struggling doesn’t mean you’re working harder. it just means you’re struggling.)

too many people study inefficiently because they think suffering = productivity. but studying smarter is always better than studying longer.

some ways to make it easier on yourself: ➼ use study apps → quizlet, pomdoro apps for focus, notion for organization ➼ summarize like you’re texting a friend → rewrite notes in your own words, no unnecessary fluff ➼ study in “levels” → don’t jump straight into deep studying. warm up with light review, then increase intensity ➼ take advantage of spaced repetition → stop cramming, your brain retains more when you review over time

efficiency = less stress, better results. don’t work harder than necessary.

✧˖° ➼ step 8: replace toxic productivity with high-performance habits

studying 10 hours in one night ≠ academic excellence. true high-achievers prioritize sustainability.

➼ quit glorifying exhaustion. taking breaks improves focus. it’s not laziness. ➼ learn when to walk away. if you’re zoning out, step away. 10 minutes of real focus > 2 hours of fake studying. ➼ protect your sleep. all-nighters don’t make you hardcore, they make you ineffective. your brain processes info while you sleep.

the goal isn’t to study the longest. it’s to study in a way that keeps your mind sharp and focused.

✧˖° ➼ step 9: master the “dopamine pull” method

instead of forcing motivation, use dopamine to your advantage.

➼ habit stacking → pair studying with something enjoyable (ex: study while drinking your favorite matcha) ➼ mini rewards → after finishing a chapter, reward yourself with something small but satisfying ➼ gamification → track progress like a video game. every completed task = a “level up”

your brain loves dopamine. give it reasons to associate studying with good feelings.

✧˖° ➼ step 10: let go of perfectionism (but keep high standards)

perfectionism leads to procrastination and burnout. instead of striving for flawless, aim for consistent excellence.

✧ done is better than perfect. stop rewriting notes 5 times. ✧ progress is the goal. each study session should move you forward, even if it’s small. ✧ your worth is not your grades. strive for success, but don’t let school define you.

when you release perfectionism, you actually start achieving more. keep your standards high, but don’t let them paralyze you.

✧˖° mindy’s personal tips

(things that helped me romanticize studying & actually make it enjoyable:)

➼ set a 5-minute timer. just start. most of the time, your brain stops resisting once you begin. ➼ don’t let study guilt ruin your breaks. rest is productive. ➼ have a “study fit.” i swear, dressing up just a little makes a difference. ➼ invest in one high-quality pen. something that glides effortlessly. small detail, huge difference. ➼ study in cafés, libraries, parks. switch locations to keep it interesting. ➼ make it ✧ cozy ✧. fuzzy socks, oversized sweaters, soft blankets. your comfort matters.

✧˖° homework: rewire your study experience

➼ for one of your study sessions this week, try at least two of the techniques above. ➼ write a short journal entry: how do you want to feel while studying? how can you make that happen? ➼ change just one thing about your study setup that makes it more enjoyable.

then come back & tell me. did studying feel better? (you can always message me or send me an ask in my inbox)

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"Where else was I supposed to sit?" - [OT8 SKZ]

quick summary ; lap sitting w/ ot8 skz

warnings ; thigh touching, casual groping (light suggestive content, MDNI), handsy skz

chris ;

sitting in chris' lap is like asking for a death wish. he welcomes it, when he's not busy of course, but he's got a bad habit for needing to always have his hands moving. he has to constantly be touching something, squeezing something - even when he's standing still during interviews or shows his hands are at his sides, fingertips rubbing restlessly on his palms. so when you're in his lap, he finds ways to make his hands useful; whether it be carefully twisting the hem of your top around his fingertips, sliding his fingers in and out of your belt loops and tugging on them here and there, or gently kneading at the plush of your thighs. that's what most commonly happens - he just really loves the warmth and soft squish between his fingers. he can't help it.

minho ;

you're more than welcome to sit in minho's lap - but you have to be facing him, and i'm sure you know why. if you're around friends or the other boys he'll let you sit facing away and just loosely lace his arms around your waist while chitchatting or pestering hyunjin. but if you're together, he wants you facing him so he can somehow wiggle his hands into your bottoms and casually, non-sexually, rest his hands on your ass. he'll either slip his hands up the bottom of your shorts - or tuck them into the back pockets on your jeans, letting you rest your face in his shoulder as he watches some drama jisung told him about. (no, not the dating ones. he refuses to indulge in those.)

changbin ;

sitting in binnie's lap is like heaven on earth. his thighs are the perfect mixture of muscle and fat - soft enough to be perfectly plush and comfortable but strong enough to nearly push you off when he tenses in frustration at some silly jab seungmin made thirty seconds ago. he's always got his arms around you when you're this close to him, so you're basically just enveloped by big thighs - big arms - his big ol boobies- all in all sitting in binnie's lap is just the perfect stress reliever. but don't think he doesn't notice the way you slide a hand down to grope at the skin when he's wearing shorts - he sees everything.

hyunjin ;

hyunjin likes to sit cross legged and then have you sit in his lap that way - so you're not on top of his thighs, but in between them. the man sits like he's sporting ten inches so i'm bound to believe he is - simple as that - he just prefers it that way, freedom for his thighs so he doesn't feel too pinned down wherever he's sitting. he finds solace in playing with your hair when you're in front of him, occasionally bouncing his legs so you're bopping around enough to make him laugh from behind you. if you're really compliant, he'll probably hold onto your wrists and pretend to puppet you around - which seems to make the other boys laugh quite a bit as well.

jisung ;

he's got a leg bouncing problem, but not in the way that hyunjin does it where it's for fun. he's said before that he's just done it since he was younger but was always told to quit, so now he only does it when he's alone. so if you're on his lap and no one else is around, he's probably carefully bouncing one leg beneath you. it's not too bothersome and if you do huff about it, he'll stop - he just finds it a habit and sort of relaxing. but if you give him something else to do? he'll go with that instead. like playing with the necklace you're wearing, or twisting the hem of your shirt around his fingers. he just needs some way to let out the energy that builds in his tiny ass waist while he's sitting still.

felix ;

i'm bound to believe that felix is like hyunjin and prefers when you sit between his legs - but he likes to spread his legs as wide apart as possible and have you sit in front of him so he can do your hair. he likes braiding it or combing his fingers through it, apologizing if a ring catches on you. he'll fix your shirt from behind and pull you back to lean into him, wanting to support you while you relax - and his hands always find a way beneath your shirt. his fingertips will brush over your skin, thumbs smoothing over any beauty marks or potential scars - always tracing every dip and bump to commit it to memory. (and hoping he'll see it later.)

seungmin ;

he's the type to refuse to let you in his lap at first, pushing you away with laughter and putting his arms up so you can't sit down. but he'll give in eventually, letting you sit on his thighs and sighing. if you're not comfortable that's on you - because he's going to manspread and he's not putting his thighs together just for your ass to rest on. he'll cuddle up soon enough though, so expect him to rest his head on top of yours and wind his arms around you, squeezing you every few moments or swaying with you in his arms. he won't admit it, but he does enjoy the comforting warm of you so close to him.

jeongin ;

sitting in jeongin's lap is like a luxury if he allows it. or - well, if he likes it. sometimes he'll let it happen but he won't touch you, he'll keep scrolling on his phone or talking to felix nearby - but it's not because he doesn't want it to happen; he's just not one for skinship. he'll bounce his leg to give you a small bit of affection so you know he doesn't mind. but if it's a good day, and he really is digging the touchy-feely vibe, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and squeeze you to him until you're barely breathing. if you're around the others, it's common he'll lean forward so you're flush together and rest both of his hands on your knees - which makes you stare and wonder just how his hands are engulfing your body so easily...