#updates on homework assignments

[asterxsk]

Hey man, not sure if you remember but you did an undertale design for a tattoo a couple years ago and when I asked if I could do it you said yes. Well I remembered and I just got home from the tattoo parlor. You’re awesome thank you so much :)

DAMN??? i didn’t remember at first because the couple years part threw me off, it was actually a couple months ago, i think it’s been a year or almost now 😳

that’s crazy, congrats dude!!

[lookinghalfacorpse]

just to be sappy for a second:

wanted to thank dreblr for all the good times. i had an assignment for therapy where i had to go through and read all your past comments. honestly the time period between writing itwall & ttdtn was the happiest i've been in the past few years. there were a lot of reasons why, but feeling like i could make people happy with my writing was a big one. y'all are cool.

lately, i just seem to stare at blank documents (or walls, or my instagram feed). i'm so far behind on so many important things in my life, and making fandom content fell away the fastest. i have some doctor appointments coming up to help me figure out why my energy levels are so shit, but i'm not hopeful. sorry to everyone in my inbox/ao3 notifs asking for updates on different projects, but i'm not anticipating anything soon, and i wanted to be realistic about that with you.

i'm still lurking, i'm just struggling to create anything and participate in stuff. i'm glad to see the community growing and (maybe) becoming more peaceful :) box supremacy. peace out.

[nerdie-faerie]

My mum just texted me 'send me a lil essay, not bullet points, about xyz' ma'am I already have homework 😭

[kellystar321]

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[i-upset-to-dead-65]

My digital art professor mentioned he used AI in photos hoping and you could hear a pin drop. Bro we were all Gen-Zers looking at each other like "fuck what is he gonna say" in fear. Then he elaborated the use of AI as a tool (the example he used was covering a window partially with an AI curtain in a reference image that would later be drawn from reference) and that he doesn't even allow tracing in digital art.

[lord-shitbox]

Surgery consult was briefer than expected but went well!

[piratewithvigor]

Journey Out Of Darkness: The History Of Kane

Chapter 17: On Purpose

Peanut butter can cure a lot of things, but not death

Last Chapter ~ AO3

Taglist: @the--blackdahlia @coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe @wendigoruble @old-no7 @kayfabebabe

Abel wasn’t sure exactly how much they’d been paying Mrs. Hill. He’d never really asked. It hadn’t seemed like a polite thing to do. Given how Margaret was acting after she was gone, it was likely a fair bit. She’d been doing all the work keeping the house in working order, after all. Without that extra expense, Abel had figured they would be saving the extra money to keep the ranch going longer. He didn’t know much about saving, but the conversations he overheard made that seem like the most logical choice. He must’ve been wrong, because Margaret started spending like there was no tomorrow. 

Not food, of course. That had been Mrs. Hill’s job and Margaret didn’t seem exactly like she was well-suited to Mrs. Hill’s job. No, she was buying liquor. She’d done away with the flask and now usually had a bottle with her at all times. There was no hiding from her anymore. 

The first few days after she left weren’t as bad as Abel had expected. Meals weren’t made anymore and they weren’t being eaten as a family, but he still had ingredients and as long as those held out, he’d be okay. A loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter went a long way. He kept them in his backpack just in case Margaret went into his room while he was at school and found them. Some of the kids found it a little weird that he was just dipping bites of bread into the jar instead of making a sandwich, but when Abel pointed out that he wouldn’t have to wash a knife or a plate as a result, he was heralded to be the most brilliant third-grader to ever live. He never dreamt of admitting it was because eating one bite at a time felt far more filling than two whole slices at once.

By the end of the fourth day, the bread ran out. Red still showed no signs of waking up. Abel just had to keep praying that he might wake up before the peanut butter ran out too.

–

Somewhere in all that praying, someone must have been listening. Or something was. At the end of the week, Red woke up. 

“You’ve got the constitution of a twenty-year-old, my friend. I don’t know how else to explain it,” Doc Johnston said, standing up from examining just about every part of Red there was to examine. 

“And I bet he wants it back, right, Doc?” Red joked, his voice raspy from underuse, but every bit as jovial.

“Joke if you want, but you really dodged a bullet, Red.”

“I know.”

He was pleased to be awake, and even more pleased when he heard about just how long he’d been out, but he couldn’t exactly ignore the obvious. He wasn’t a young man anymore and he was trying to pretend the years hadn’t been as plentiful as they were. His time, however long it may be, was going to draw to a close faster than he knew. He couldn’t waste it standing over burnt bridges and broken fences. The time could only really be used to make peace. Which would start with calling Aurora…

And end with dealing with Margaret.

He loved her, he was certain of that. Enough to have sacrificed his relationship with Aurora for her was a question he’d be pondering on his death bed, but he did love her. However, he didn’t, and never could love her enough to be entirely blind to what she had been doing and how she had been treating people. Mrs. Hill had always just been help to her, never family, and Abel… oh, he couldn’t excuse that either. She’d been distant at best, cruel at worst to him. Never the mother he needed. Abel was at a fragile place in his life and a wrong word or two now could have some terrible implications later on. 

After Doc Johnston had left, Margaret came in to see him and it didn’t take a genius to riddle out the reason behind the stumble in her walk and why her eyes weren’t completely open. She was drunk and probably had been for a while. 

“I’m so happy you’re awake,” she smiled, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“I am too. We need to have a serious talk.”

That seemed to make her droop a little. 

“You shouldn’t be getting yourself worked up, Red. You’re still sick; you need to be resting.”

“I’ve been resting for two goddamn weeks now, think it’s been. I ain’t even sure. Can’t be wastin’ anymore time, so we need to straighten out this thing between you and Abel. Can you bring him in here?”

“Doubt he’ll come. He’s started some new club at school, must be tuckering him out. He gets home and goes right to bed and sleeps until morning. Come morning, he’s chomping at the bit to get out and get to school.”

“I see.” Margaret believed her own words, Red was fairly certain. It was a convincing story and told her what she wanted to hear, so she’d probably never questioned it. He couldn’t help but hear the distinct lack of mealtimes in that schedule. “Well, we can figure out your side, then I can talk to him when he wakes up.”

“I don’t have a side, Red.”

“You do. The boy’s been livin’ here half a year and you still don’t have a kind word to say about him.”

“There’s not much kind to say.”

“Sure there is. He’s a sweet kid who does his chores and jokes, but doesn’t sass. He’s curious about what we do here and always willin’ to learn, but y’ain’t bothered to teach.”

“Willing to learn, my ass.”

“Language.”

She rolled her eyes and it looked as if she was about to take a swig from a bottle before remembering she’d set it down.

“He’s never wanted to learn. Every time I’ve tried to teach, he fights me on it.”

“Are you teachin’? Or are you yellin’ at him every time you take a sip?”

Her eyes darkened a little.

“That’s not the problem here.”

“Ain’t it? Been shirkin’ off bein’ a Mom in favor of your flask. Have been these whole six months.”

“I’ve been doing both of us a favor, it turns out.”

“Hell do you mean, a favor?”

“You remember the cop that came here a few days before the accident? Left behind that big book with the boy?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“I read it.”

“Now what would you go and do that for?”

“Damn good thing I did. The boy’s a witch. He’s been cursing us since day one.”

“Margaret, you need to stop with the drinking. You know how crazy that sounds, right? Ain’t no such thing as curses.”

“You need to read the book! You’ll see. Everyone in that family’s died young, ever since they came over from Europe. Them and everyone they get close to get cursed. Why do you think you fell? You’ve been riding since you learned to walk, never fell once. Then he gets here and you fall so hard, you’re in a coma for a week. It’s us or him, Red. The whole family’s dead; there’s no one to miss him.”

That was enough. Red grabbed her arm tightly.

“We’re his family. I don’t know what you’re thinkin’ of Margaret, but you need to stop right now. You need to get yourself sober so we can talk about this rationally like adults. He’s a child and there’s no such thing as curses.”

“Let go of me, Red!”

“You’re goin’ for the bottle again and I can’t have it!”

She struggled against his grip hard. He might have been just waking up, but Red had held tough against horses and cattle and Margaret couldn’t match their kind of strength by a long way. The advantage she did have was two arms free of wires and IVs. An advantage she used by clubbing Red over the head with something. It could have been a bottle or a bat or an ax, he wouldn’t have known the difference. He just felt the impact over his skull and everything going black.

–

When he woke up, the room was dark. At the very least, hours had passed. At the most… he didn’t have a guess. His room had been filled with a constant series of beeps since he’d gotten injured, but Doc Johnston had taken away most of them. Everything except the IVs and the heart monitor. One single beep in the room. It couldn’t overpower the soft screams he heard from outside. 

Abel.

Blood dribbled from his arms as he pulled out the IVs and the beep of the heart monitor was replaced with a sustained one, indicating there was nothing beating underneath the sensor. He felt wobbly getting up, but every scream he heard urged him forward. He wasn’t sure what was happening outside, but his gun cabinet being unlocked wasn’t a good sign. Nor was the missing rifle from inside.

Near enough to the front door, he could hear more than the screams. There was some kind of impact before each one. Coming from the tractor barn. An old building they hardly used outside of storage. In comforted him that the animals weren’t being hurt, but unnerved him even more that there was a multitude of tools in there. Any one of them could be used to seriously hurt someone with the right intent.

Unsurprisingly, she’d taken the time to lock this door. It was a stiff enough door to keep him out, but not so stiff that he couldn’t hear everything going on inside. A short, sharp whirring sound, a snap, a scream. A pattern that repeated and had been repeating for God only knew how long.

“Margaret? Margaret, open the door!”

“Go away, Red!”

The pattern sounded again and he heard the tell-tale crack. A whip. Oh God, she was whipping him.

The walk from bed had already taken so much out of him, but it didn’t stop him from shoving his shoulder against the door. It moved, but the lock hung tough. 

The pattern stopped momentarily before a new sound replaced it. Abel coughing, choking, making a guttural noise that was unmistakably a struggle for air. 

The rush of adrenaline coming from bed had been nothing to the one that drove him to trying to kick in the door. It was all the more startling when the lock gave way and moonlight flooded the barn. It fell on Margaret and followed her hands up the whip she was gripping to the beam it was wrapped around and then down to Abel struggling, whip around his neck and feet desperately trying to reach the ground again. She was hanging him and judging by his noises, the time he had was running out.

Red lowered his shoulder and ran into his wife, knocking her to the ground and losing her grip on the whip. Abel fell with her, laying still. 

He was out of the beam of moonlight, but Red could still see him in the shadows and crawled over, frantically untying it from where it had begun cutting into his skin. Abel could barely gasp for air when Red pulled away the blood-slick whip.

“Should have left it.”

He turned to see Margaret pointing the missing rifle at his head.

“Margaret, sweetheart, put that down. We need to calm down… not do anything crazy.”

“I need to end it here, Red. I need to end it.”

She was barely able to stand without wobbling. She was even more drunk than she’d been hours ago, possibly on the verge of passing out.

“End what, Margaret?”

“The curse! The curse he put on us! He dies and the curse dies with him!”

“Come on honey, put the gun down, we can talk about this.”

“Just read the book and you’ll see I’m doing the right thing.” She turned the gun around and pointed it at Abel’s head. “I’m about to do the world a favor, believe me.”

She pulled the trigger

The gun jammed.

“Fuck,” she hissed, yanking the barrel back to check it. Red took this moment to try and charge her. His impact set off the rifle.

Something hit him in the chest. If his ribs weren’t cracked before, they were now.

Margaret stared at him, at the softball-sized hole in his chest, gushing blood, and fell to her knees.

“Oh god, Red? I didn’t even pull the trigger, I…”

She turned to Abel, eyes rimmed with the tears she’d been crying off and on for hours. “Damn you… this is your fault.”

He couldn’t breathe. He could barely think. He was going on instinct alone when he scrambled from his spot on the floor to a little corner behind the stored hay bales. Margaret was patting the ground, hunting for wherever she’d dropped the rifle to. 

“Where are you, you goddamn brat? I’ll kill you! You hear me, I’ll kill you!”

Abel curled up against the back wall of the barn, hugging his knees to his face and rocking lightly, biting hard into the meat of his palm to stifle his breathing. He tasted blood, but it still didn’t hurt. The whipping hadn’t hurt either. It’d just been… scary. She was so angry. She still was. He was just grateful she’d given up on the whip when Red had come in. 

“You did this to us. You hear me, boy? You did this to us. I hope you burn in hell.”

Her voice didn’t sound quite as angry anymore. It sounded more… sad. Upset. The last thing he expected. 

Abel moved from his position carefully, trying to stay out of sight. He found a little peephole between the bales, showing Margaret sitting on the barn floor in the moonlight. The barrel of the rifle was in her mouth. 

Abel was sort of glad the fire had happened at night. After seeing Margaret’s brains splattered across the barn floor like that, he wasn’t sure he could have handled seeing Ma die too.

[scary-senpai]

I am so grateful for my experience with directing, acting and improv, however brief and amateurish, because it provides a nice framework to think of characters--as independent beings with minds of their own

And yes, I am still writing my silly little story about curséd Christmas decorations and I will probably continue to write it, even well past tax day..

“He’s right, you know,” chimed a third voice. “Back in my day, a penny actually meant something. Why, you could feed a family of eight for a week, and still have some money left over for gas.” 

“Oh, hey Bang,” Saitama said. “How’s it going.”

“Don’t encourage him!” Garou chided, turning to the elder gentleman. “You just made all that up.”

“Made all what up?”

“About the pennies, and the gas money, and all that stuff.”

“Hmph.” Bang thoughtfully adjusted his headband: red and green reindeer antlers, festooned with colorful, blinking lights.

“You aren’t wearing the hat I gave you,” Bang said to Garou.

Garou rolled his eyes. “You know, Gramps, we’re kind of in the middle of something.” 

“In that case, I suppose I ought to leave you to it.” Bang pursed his lips as his eyes drifted from Garou to Saitama, then to the elves, and back again. Like Saitama, he seemed a little wary of the creatures–keeping a reasonable distance from their elongated claws as he crossed the kitchen towards the fridge.

“Don’t mind me,” Bang added (mostly to the elves). “I’ll just fix myself a drink and then I’ll be right out of your hair.” 

anyway I like to think that bangs interactions with the Christmas decorations are all him, I have nothing to do with it, I am merely a casual observer

[disciplestudieslife]

Things Haven't Been Working Out

A danger that I've seen from myself is that I assess myself based on a sympathetic standpoint. I have been lazy and less driven and have been seeking different sources to remove stress. I have also set out plans that conflict with others that conflict with what I personally set for myself. I have tried different things to make myself more disciplined like attending live streams on pomodoro or setting up a calendar that just ends up a mess. I just keep feeling this burning fear and discomfort of the things i need to do.

The Bible says in Proverbs 12:24:

The hand of the diligent will rule, while the slothful will be put to forced labor.

But i keep on failing myself and keep on fooling myself that I have the time and capacity to work and finish everything. The fear overtakes and the discomfort I feel in my stomach or on my back or in my brain floods out the pleasure of a good work... the satisfaction of progress and all those things I miss out. If only I could give God the steering wheel to show me the goodness He can do in my life.

Perhaps I have not read or reflected on enough scripture. But I believe God will deliver me even from myself as I fail to do all these things. I pray that God would inspire me and strengthen me.

No one knows my toils more than He. And no one can shape me to be a better man than He, to face all the challenges before me. I am not lazy and I am not my feelings.

[returntotheground]

oh my god i have stuff due every single day next week and half of it is massive project stuff i'm gonna die

[drewtanakagf]

damn. i be writing eveyrthing execpt for what i need to

[fridayyy-13th]

sigh. i am having an evening :/

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

I'm running on like 2-3 hours of sleep rn cuz I stayed up till 4am last night for math homework. Then I woke up at 5:30 to get ready for school- oh wait I'm running on one and a half hour, pog. Oh wait again no I'm not, I dozed off in the school bus and first period(we didn't do anything cuz finals are over). So yeah 2-3 hours. I feel awake enough to act normally but I will still be extra silly today methinks. I deserve it

[kellystar321]

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[kittyhazelnut]

society if I didn't have a million years of homework every fucking day

[malusokay]

becoming a better student ₊˚⊹♡

Prepare for your classes ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Wake up on time. We don't want to be stressed first thing in the morning, right?

Eat breakfast. So you will be able to better focus in class.

Assigned reading and homework. Make sure you are prepared for your classes!! :)

Review your notes. Going through some of your flashcards before class is really helpful.

Check your bag and charge your devices. Ensure you have everything you need: Books, homework, chargers, pens, water...

In Class ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Listen and pay attention. You can save yourself a lot of trouble by simply paying attention, trust me.

Take notes. My favourite note-taking method is the Cornell method; I can make a separate post on that!! <3

"Quick notes." If you struggle with note-taking, try taking quick and messy notes. You can clean them up once you get home!!

Engage. If you have any questions or don't understand something, make sure to ask!! Most teachers really appreciate students who speak up. :)

No distractions. Turn off your phone, no chatting, you'll be glad...

After class ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Finish your assignments as soon as you can. Go home, put on a cosy outfit, have a snack, and get working!! <3

Prepare flash cards. A great way of reviewing your notes, too... :)

Update your Study schedule. Write down any assignment and due dates, reading you must do, upcoming tests, etc...

Clean up your notes. Review them, highlight the important parts, and maybe even make them look cute!! :)

Don't avoid topics/Subjects you dislike. I know it is tempting, but you can't avoid them forever, so you might as well get them done

Structure and routine ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Goals and Priorities. Keep them realistic and manageable.

Time management. Having a set schedule makes studying less overwhelming; it takes some discipline but is so worth it!! <3

Develop a routine. Figure out what works best for you; I prefer studying in the morning or at night.

No "zero days". Even if you can only do a bit, do it!! NO. ZERO. DAYS.

Remember your goals. Dreams will keep you motivated; remind yourself of what you're working for!! <3

Self-care and balance ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Don't forget about your hobbies. You need to do things that make you happy, so make time for those things!!

Maintain a balanced diet. I know chocolates and junk are tempting, especially when you are busy studying all day, but you're not doing yourself any favours.

Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. 8 Hours. Non-negotiable.

Exercise regularly. Even if it's just a walk, put on some headphones, listen to music, and give yourself a break. <3

Care for your social life. Reach out to your friends, make plans, and keep in touch; a good work-life balance is critical!!

Romanticising ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Study dates. Meet up with your friends at a cosy cafe, discuss your work, and have some fun!! Studying doesn't have to be all serious all the time ;)

Silly Pinterest boards. Visualising your goals will help you find motivation!!

Music to set the mood. I have a bunch of playlists on my Spotify that might help!! <3

Cosy sweater and candles. The cosy Rory Gilmore vibes haha...

Getting a coffee before class. A little treat before things get serious... Simple pleasures, you know? :)

Babes, The hiatus is OVER, and I'm finally back!! I got a lot of asks on studying, burnout, and school in general, so I thought, why not start off with a little student guide?? I Hope October has been kind to you, and school hasn't been too overwhelming (though I know it, unfortunately, has been for many of you), and I'm glad to finally be back!! <33

As always, Please feel free to add your own suggestions and tips in the comments!!

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩