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Does anyone know any good apps for junior doctors that I should get? preferably UK ones. I already have BNF (obvs), microguide and Foundation doctor handbook. 

sunflower from spiderverse, but you’re miles morales painting a mural under a subway station.

Extra Cinnamon— P. Parker || Chapter 1 TEASER

Pairing: Barista!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Very Mild Language.

A/N: This is a new fic that I have been thinking about starting for a while! I really hope you enjoy it! Peter and the reader are both in college!

POV: Peter’s POV 

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I havent seen anyone talk about this yet so im making a post. 

So lets say you’re researching something for a paper (or just for fun) and the research paper you want to read is behind a paywall, or the site makes you create an account first, or makes you pay to download, or limits you to only 5 free articles, or otherwise makes it difficult for you to read what you want.

do not fear! copy the link to the article

go to sci-hub.se         (the url is always changing so its best to check out whereisscihub.now.sh to find what the current url is)

slap the article link in there

bam! free access! 

UPDATED ON JULY 2017

Here you can find videos with advice on different categories related to college and studying! Just click on whatever topic you’d like to learn about :)

10 Bullet Journal Hacks and Ideas

Tips on How to Start a Bullet Journal

New Bullet Journal // Leuchtturm1917 [Mid 2017]

Minimalistic Planning Routine

My Planner Setup for 2016

Bullet Journal Setup for 2016

Bullet Journal 101

How to Plan for Final Exams

Bullet Journal Doodles and Decor

Plan with Me: Monthly Spreads

My Planning Routine

Bullet Journal [Early 2017]

How to Color Code your Notes

New Note Taking Method // Cause and Effect

How to Chose between Typed and Handwritten Notes

How to Type Notes for College

How to Take Notes from Textbooks

The Best, Fastest, Note Taking Method

Binder Tour 2015

Binder Tour 2016

Study Guide 101

Note Taking Tips and Advice for Typed Notes

How to Improve Typing Speed

How to Take Comparison Notes

Minimalist Binder Organization

Taking Notes with Microsoft OneNote

My 4 Types of Handwriting

The Cornell Method with Typed Notes

How to Be More Productive

The Ultimate Study Guide - 40 Tips

2 Different Ways to Use Sticky Notes

How to get Inspired to Study

Lecture Organisation and Preparation

How to have Efficient Study Breaks

How to Balance College and Life

My Study Routine

How to Have a Productive Summer

The Pomodoro Technique

How to Review and Study for Exams

How to Improve Handwriting

Time Management Tips

5 Tips for Exam Revision

College Organization Setup

How I Study for Tests

Presentation/Public Speaking Tips

Things I Wish I Had Known Before College

A Day with Me at Starbucks

My Evening Study Routine

My Morning Study Routine

Study With me For Exams // Timelapse

Huge Stationery Haul [2017]

Top 5 Best Websites for Students

ANDROID Apps for Studying and Time Management

School Supplies for 2016

The BEST Highlighters for Studying

My Favorite Pens for Handwriting

Desk and Study Space Tour

Minimalist Notebooks // mishmash

BEST MNEMONIC EVER

(also my regular expression in semester)

source: insta @neet.usmle.centre 

The @thestudyingapollo‘s guide to summarising dense and long subjects!!

Hello guys! I’m back to normal posting schedule with something that I had been asked before and that is: how can I turn my big ass dense pile of notes into effective little summaries? Well, brace yourselves because this is something that has saved my ass in more than one occasion, and I’m hoping it will help at least one of you too!! 

As you can see in the first picture, I was working on my pathology notes, which is one of the longest and most dense subject at my uni. I had to learn lots of structures, pathologies, test and names, and I was going crazy before I paired with one of my friends and the two of us turned that scary set of notes (seriously, 700 pages for one subject is no joke) into a manageable little pile of summaries, charts and diagrams! Here is the process we followed: 

First of all, we worked wit our original class notes. They were dense, so we tried to highlight, following a colour-coding system, the most relevant bits of information. And you may ask yourself: how do I know what is important and what not? Well, if there is one word or sentence that helps you remember the simplest concept you’re working with and construct all the details around it, that’s what you MUST highlight. Doing it like that, you can look at your notes and remember the core of the concept, and work on remembering the rest from that simple concept. 

This is no magic trick, you need to work in order for this process to work, but I assure you, it makes difficult ass subject with a lot of material much more manageable. So, don’t leave this for a week before your exam, you will die guys! Working on the notes from your class of that same weeks helps you in remembering what your professor stressed in class and you will identify the essential information much more easily! Of course, if you don’t understand something, look it up, ask your classmates and specially your professor, it’s their work help you understand the material!!!

Doing little diagrams and drawings in your original note will help you in remembering stuff and you can skip all the little details while making your summaries, concentrating only in the important stuff. The basic concepts will help you answer lots of questions in the exam and understand the little details and bits of information much better!

Try to make these little summaries after you have studied each chapter. To keep your notes organised, pick a color for each section: for example, I used orange for the digestive system, pink for the cardiovascular system, yellow for the nervous system, green for the lymphatic organs, and so on. Using bold titles written or highlighted in different colours for each section will improve your memory! Also, using BOLD TITLES is essential, and will organise your memory in little boxes and sub-sections. That way, you will remember the information easily, it will be like opening a Matryoshka doll! Of course, number each section of every chapter. Organisation is the key to success! (look at image number 3)

If there is one central branch of information, use diagrams to organise your thoughts! (just like in image 4). If there is something that refers to that information but doesn’t fit in the structure of your diagram, simply use little sticky notes! Again, use little drawings!!!

If something is too complex or there is a section that has lots of information, try to condense it into a table like in image 5! For example, in the table that you see in image 5, I compared the characteristics of the different types of Lymphoma! I put the different points I need to know of each one, and that helped me in realising the points they had in common and their differences; by doing this, you can learn the info that is common for all of them just one time, and then use your energy in memorising the differences, which is what your profs will probably test you in! 

Something important you need to know is that you only need to write IMPORTANT information. Especially in college and university, professor tend to ramble a lot when they’re teaching a class, and that’s why you can’t put absolutely everything in your summaries notes, because this is not a guide on re-writing your notes, this is a guide on how to understand and organise the most important information! The basics of your subject are what are going to give you the most chances to pass, extra details are going to give you extra points, but if you don’t know the basics, extra details are useless! Also, if you have to learn difficult structures, color your drawings (like in image 6), that way you can visualise its different parts when you’re sitting the exam! 

Use red or another bold color for essential info! Also, remember that you can fit a lot of info in a single sheet of paper, so try not to over do it! Too many colours can get overwhelming, and using a super duper small handwriting to fit everything in your notes is a waste of time. I know that the summaries in image 7 look super menacing, but believe me, my class notes were much, much worse. It doesn’t have to be super pretty or colourful, you can do extremely useful summaries with a blue or black byro and a couple of contrasting colours. You may think this is time consuming, but there was no way I could fit 700 pages of info in my head in top of three other subjects that were not much better! It also helped me make revision much more peaceful: when I looked at the massive pile of class notes I got nauseous even, but I could take my little set of summaries anywhere around the house and revise easily. Also, since I had already worked on all the info, revising was much easier, because I had already worked with my chapters and tried to understand them as best I could so my summaries and tables and charts made sense!!! 

So, this is the process I follow for super dense subjects, and it works wonders for me, but it may not work for you! I learn a lot of stuff by writing it down in a much simpler way than it was given to me, and it makes revision for me much easier because I already worked with that. I hope this helps some of you, and if you liked this little guide, I’m open to suggestions on different ones that you may find helpful!!! 

P.S: You can click on the images to see the little notes I made on them better!!

Types of bone fractures!

i’d highly recommend Do No Harm by Dr. Henry Marsh for anyone interested in going into medicine! it’s such a good read.

i just got “first do no harm” tattooed on my ribs. 👩🏽‍⚕️

a list of small study tips

these are small things you can add to your day to be 10% more productive with the estimated time it’ll take! these are things i do (or try to do) most days. they’re small enough to feel manageable, and i for sure don’t use all of them but i find that when i use at least 2-3 in a day i feel a lot better about the material.

retype notes in google docs (10-15 min/1 hour lecture)

Utilize pomodoro technique for at least one subject (25 min work/5 min break. total 30 min)

Look over notes before class (5 min)

Look over notes after class (5 min)

Make notecard summary after class (i find this one especially useful for calculus!) (10 min/notecard)

Explain short concept to a friend (10 min max)

write down to-do list of tasks (5 min)

Go over concepts in your head on your walk to class (absolute FAVORITE because of my daily calculus quizzes within the first 10 minutes of class) (as long as your walk is!)

i hope these are helpful, i need to learn more small tips myself too 😊

what to do when everything’s a mess

Wash your hair. Don’t worry about all those articles online about the best haircare products of 2019 and whatnot, get in, wash it like you usually do, get out. Leave it to air dry, it’s less work for you.

Brush your teeth. Even if you brushed them this morning and are probably going to brush it tonight, do it anyway. Especially if it’s exam time, all that tea or coffee you’re most likely downing (props to you if you only study with water) probably makes them feel kind of gross.

I know most of these lists tell you to run a bath, but let’s face it, for those of you who even have a bath in the first place, the thought of filling that tub and sitting there in complete silence for a couple hours seems like a trek. And ironically exhausting. So instead, just brush your hair, take a nap (set a nice soothing alarm) and once you’ve gotten out of bed, wash your face or at least splash cold water on your face.

CLEAN clean clean clean CLEAN. Easier said than done, but at least start by clearing one messy component of your area; it could be your floor, your desk or your bed. You don’t need to clean and re-organise your entire room marie condo-style for you to actually have a reason to take the time to clean in the first place. A little goes a long way, and you don’t ALWAYS need to do the hard yards ya know.

I would say read a book, but sometimes your brain is melting or buzzing so it can’t really focus on anything lengthy. So instead, find someone reciting a poem online, and just listen to it. I recommend Jeremy Irons and his voicing of tons of T.S Eliot poetry, or Allen Ginsberg reciting his own poetry (Howl is a classic).

If you’re one of those people who drowns their sorrows by listening to music, don’t listen to music!! Don’t reinforce your pain!! So to that I say, listen to a podcast. If the classic podcast genre of true crime is a little too stressful and you’ve already cried twice today, listen to interviews with actors, screenwriters and directors. It can be really refreshing to listen to people you already enjoy the content of talk about their work. I recommend Awards Chatter and Happy Sad Confused.

Stop staring at screens! Just physically sit outside for a bit, you don’t need to go for a jog or do a general workout, just…sit. People-watch, try and memorise the exact scene in front of you, from the mis-en-scene to all the colours and sounds and the way the sunlight feels on your eyelashes. Write it down if you want to, you could even denote a single notebook to your little outdoor descriptions. Or just write on a napkin. To each their own.

Have you eaten today? And I mean something hearty, something that isn’t primarily made out of air and salt. Something that falls under the umbrella of snack does not count; meal is more like it. If not, eat. Preparing food might feel exhausting, but so’s going a relatively long amount of time without something nutritionally substantial.

If you’re feeling emotionally heavily, get out a notebook or even just a scrap of paper, a pen and cry until your eyes are as blurry as can be. With tears down your cheeks, scribble out how you’re feeling. Don’t bother with how neat or messy it is, whether the sentences even stay on the lines, it’s not about being aesthetic. In fact, it’s about being as messy as possible. Let all of it out, and let is act as a physical manifestation of what’s going on in your head. Don’t fight it or deny it, relieve yourself by both constructing and understanding yourself. 

Billy never got to apologize to Max for all the times he hurt her.

Billy never got to show Max the bruises, the fights, how he used his body as a shield and took all of her blows. Acted like his father's perfect target so he wouldn't hurt Max.

Billy never got to meet Elle, the teenage girl who saved his sanity and give him a purpose.

Billy never got to grow up, and find himself, find who he was outside of his own walls.

Billy never got to know what it's like, not being abused, he never got to recover from the trauma, he never got to see how good of a person he COULD have been.

Billy was robbed of so much potential, and given so much pain and rage. All he wanted was to be loved, understood, paid attention to.

It's a terrible thing what growing up with abuse can do to a person. Unfortunately, Billy figured out too late that he is not the monster his father wants him to be.

Max obviously cared about him so he must not have been abusive to her all the time.

Billy was no hero, but he could have been.

Billy and the mindflayer

Red White and Royal Blue

Henry looks Philip square in the face and says, “I’ve been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Philip.” 

If this single line doesn’t convince you to read this book, then there’s something wrong…

Alex Claremont-Diaz

The First Son of the United States

has hated Henry ever since they were eighteen 

half Mexican

undergoing a sexual identity crisis

Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

Prince of England

has been in love with Alex for a looong time

closeted gay

forced to pretend to be straight because of his family 

 An unfortunate mishap at a massively publicized royal wedding raises questions about the international relations between England and the US. So Alex and Henry and kinda forced to pretend to be friends to show the world that there isn’t any tension between their countries. 

(there was tension between them though. Sexual tension /// I’ll just leave now)

Plus points: 

Trump doesn’t exist in this book. Alex’s mom was elected President after Obama. 

Badass side characters 

Perfect writing 

Hilarious dialogues/emails/texts

POC representation

lgbtq+ representation (obviously) 

Enemies-to-friends-to-lovers. I definitely recommend this book if you’re into Drarry or SnowBaz

Goodbye I’m going to cry/fangirl over this book for the next 24 hours. 

how start learn any language? 1h in every day :) 

Language Learning Ideas Printable

Here is a printable I made that I hope can help you out on your language learning journey. It has different activities based on how much time you have, as well as a checklist for frequent activities. By using it, you can see what works for you and what doesn’t. 

I tried to include as many things that many people can use, but some activities can’t be used by all language learners, unfortunately. The links to the website are clickable in the PDF file. I tested this myself and have even included a blank version if you prefer to write your own activities. Again, these are just some ideas for you to incorporate and I hope that they are useful.

Download Links: Dropbox

Full Activities 

Blank Version 

Language Practice for Upper-Intermediate and Advanced Learners

One of the most abso-fucking-lutely frustrating and terrible useful and effective methods of studying I’ve found is to practice simultaneous interpretation. What’s awesome is you can do this anytime your target OR native language is being spoken, as interpretation works both ways.

For instance, when watching the news at night, if I’m not multitasking in some other way, I’ll just start doing my best (no matter how terrible it sounds/how much I don’t know) to interpret it out loud into Russian (or sometimes Spanish or French). You can also do this in your head if there are other people in your house – that’s what I normally do.

Because you’re not interpreting for anyone, it doesn’t matter how badly you do. What’s important is simply practicing the rapid recall of words as they appear at native speed.

Interpreting into your target language is obviously much harder than interpreting from it, so for upper-intermediate learners it can be extremely helpful to find a news source in your target language. For instance, in Spanish and Russian I am advanced enough to try interpreting into it (again, albeit with MANY mistakes – but I’m not doing it for anyone but myself so it doesn’t matter). However, my French sucks. It used to be okay, and it is getting better, but I would not (and have never) called myself “advanced” at it [hopefully within a couple years]. Thus, it is easier to interpret French into English.

Here are some of the resources I use to do so:

French:

France24

EuroNews en Français

France Info

TV5Monde

France.TV

Streema France

rfi - Les Voix du Monde

There were all found via google and the same can easily be done for any language. Streema is a great resource for any country – for instance Streema Spain and Streema Mexico and Streema Russia – definitely an amazing resource that probably deserves its own post.

I hope this helps!

🌌 A Quick Spell to Calm Anxiety 💜

Two parts witchcraft, one part psychosomatic exercise.

1) Touch the tips of your thumbs together, and don’t let them come apart.

2) Close your eyes for three seconds. While they’re closed, say (or mouth, or think): “I am steady.” 

3) Take a deep inhale, as deep as you can. 

4) Exhale slowly while repeating the phrase: “Does not matter. Need not be.” Keep repeating it until you are completely and entirely out of breath.

5) Keep breathing in and out, repeating: “Does not matter. Need not be.” Repeat this process as many times as necessary. Try to exhale for twice as long as you inhaled. This is very important.

6) Once you feel the tension inside you fade, close your eyes again and say (or mouth, or think): “I am steady.” 

7) When you believe it, allow your thumbs to come apart.

Brightest blessings, and best of luck 🕉

jamesmydeer’s masterlist

characters i write for

james fleamont potter

just go

sad hc

secret admirer

birthday hc

fight hc

remus john lupin

as much as I do

gee, i think you’re swell

sirius orion black

royal! reader hc

ten galleons

random hc

no sleep till new year

royal raffoler

sick hc

regulus arcturus black

secret relationship hc

james sirius potter

passing notes

all

seeing you walk down the aisle hc

jealous hc

first kiss hc

Night Out

this week @forevans​ and i shared a prompt: “Are you calling me an angel? Ha, how sweet of you, but you’re off. I breathe fire and hoard treasures, remember?”

pairings: dick grayson x reader characters: dick grayson, reader, & penguin’s goons word count: 1.5K+ warnings: brief fighting, dick being cocky,  brief mention of blood and injuries, mostly fluff

summary: Only Dick would get himself in this mess.

forevan’s bucky story will be linked as soon as posted!

This was supposed to be an easy bust—in and out, but no, Dick just had to go and do something stupid and get caught. And like always, you have to save his fine ass.

“I told you to wait for me,” you hiss into the coms, watching from a vantage point in the warehouse used by Penguin’s men as a weapon’s cache. You have a clear view of him tied to a chair surrounded by at least nine thugs. They’re taunting him, trying to get a rise out of him, but if there’s one thing Dick is is resilient.

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Monopoly.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Female Reader.

Summary: Dick and you play monopoly, things get interesting.

based on this (x)

Tags: @lovingbabybird

You had been playing Monopoly for two hours with Dick now, and needless to say things were getting slightly boring. 

Dick smirks as you throw the dices and fall on the ‘Go to Jail’ square.”Oh too bad babe, seems like you’re going straight to jail…” He says mockingly and an idea pops into your mind as you scoot closer to Dick, since you two were sitting on the floor with the board game on top of the coffee table. 

You smile innocently and he narrows his eyes at you.  “I’m sorry officer, isn’t there anything I can do to get you to change your mind? I’m sure there’s a few things.” You say teasingly and you see Dick gulp down as his cheeks turn slightly red.

“I’m-I’m sorry but the justice system doesn’t work that way.” He stammers and your hand rests on his thigh.

“And you happen to know a lot about the justice system, don’t you Officer Grayson?.” You mumble slowly as you bite your bottom lip, locking eyes with Dick. You lean into his ear. “Fine, but you can pay me a conjugal visit.” You whisper before nibbling on his earlobe, your hear a throaty groan come out of him.

“I guess i have to.” He says in a deep, low voice, before turning to face you and smashing his lips agaisnt yours forcefully. You groan in satisfaction before he bites your bottom lip and tugs slightly before departing. “Were you that worried i was going to win that you had to throw me off of my game?.” He mumbles, still inches apart from your face as his hand goes to your sides, you smile.

“No, you suck at this game - It just got boring.” You shrug and he chuckles.

“Should i be worried that whenever something gets boring you like to seduce men?.” He asks teasingly and you roll your eyes before kissing his jaw and them moving to peck his lips. 

“You’re the only man i like to seduce, Officer Grayson.” You whisper and he throws his head back, groaning.

“Ugh - I have never been so turned on than when you call me Officer Grayson.” He says and you bite your bottom lip. 

“Do you rather hearing me scream it?.” You mumble and smirk and his eyes go wide for a second before a smirk takes over his lips.

He captures your lips once again as your hands grip tight on his black raven hair. 

“I’ll get my uniform.” He mumbles eagerly against your lips before running to your shared bedroom.

this is short but i’m sorry i haven’t posted in a while! ya’know school and stuff.

Open Door Policy (Young Justice and Bat!Mom)

Ask: What would it be like to be the parental figure of Young Justice.

Well Anon, I got a little carried away with this ask, but I enjoyed doing it.

You weren’t sure how it happened. It wasn’t that you were complaining, you enjoyed it, but you just weren’t sure how it had happened. Probably because of Bruce’s bleeding heart. He picked up children like they were collectables.

You only became the ‘Teen Justice Mom’ because you didn’t like the idea of a group of teenagers running their own team and fighting villains. So you and Bruce started you open door policies, if anyone needed to talk both of you were available.

You honestly weren’t expecting any of the kids to take you up on your offer, but one night at midnight you heard a crash in your apartment, startling you out of bed. You ran out of your room to see Artemis desperately trying to clean up the nick-nacks that had been on your window sill. You opened your mouth to say something, anything really, but Artemis just said, “I thought you and the Batman were together.”

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Everyone’s in love (but you and me)

Summary: Everyone at your best friends wedding seems to be in love. But you and Tom.

Words: 2892

Warnings: This is all just fluff, please enjoy and remember to send feedback/reblog if you enjoyed it!

This is a piece for a writing challenge!! (wow, Sophie actually posts for one of the many, many writing challenges she entered? unheard of!) it’s for @marvelousxtsh and @peeterparkr romcom writing challenge. the quote is “Number of current boyfriends: Zero.“ from Bridget jones’ diary 

Nothing about weddings were fun for Tom, who was so used to being alone that he was hardly phased when he ended up sitting alone at the table with a creaseless table cloth beneath his untouched expensive wedding food. He’d barely even lifted the fork, only choosing to glance briefly at his reflection to make sure his hair was still in place and there was nothing caught between his teeth.

It wasn’t that he was used to being alone. It was just that he wasn’t used to having someone’s hand to hold or hair to wrap around his fingers. He had long forgotten what it was like to have someone tangled up between his sheets as the sun streams in through the slit in the curtains and plush lips to kiss when his got bored.

He only knew what it was like to have temporary lovers who escaped before dawn, throwing on items of clothing back to front or inside out and wiping off the remains of their smudged lipstick. 

Tom was so used to relying on one night stands for the slightest bit of intimacy that the sight of the loved up couples around him made him screw his face up. Even if deep down inside, he was itching to have someone to hold too – someone that wasn’t his dog who enjoyed snuggling up beside him at night.

Some guests were drunk on the alcohol, barely letting their champagne glasses run empty while others were love drunk. Sipping solely on gentle sways in the centre of the ballroom, consumed with the thought and presence of the other.

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➹stuck on you like glue➹(miles morales x reader)

When your boyfriend is Spider-Man and he keeps getting nervous around you and so his hand is constantly sticking to yours, like if you can relate.

Basically, the many times you flustered this boy so badly he completely forgot how to control his sticking situation.

word count: 8.2k (LMAOO i rlly went wild w the word count again sorry)

a/n: hello!!  i need to mention 3 things i’ll try to be as quick as i can. 1: thank you SO much for the support my last one shot got, i can’t believe how well it did and some of your comments and tags really made my entire week honestly. i was really proud of it but i truthfully wasn’t expecting it to get much attention since i’m new here but it was a really nice surprise. i’m rlly soft i love and appreciate you all! 2: i’m taking requests bc i’m running out of ideas lmao, so don’t be scared to send me something!! also would anyone like me to write about ps4 peter parker bc i rlly need some content for him so pls let me know. 3: a peter b. one is coming after this one so stay tuned if you’re interested, but y’know i had to write about my bb miles so here’s this!! i had a lot of fun with it so i hope you enjoy it as well (:

Your body became one with the beat as your hips swayed along to the blaring music, your knees bending with each lift of your heels and your gut leaping to every pulse of the bass like a musical rabbit. You didn’t know the lyrics to the song that played, but it didn’t bother you in any way at the moment, because you could see in the distance your boyfriend’s passionate hand gestures and his precious facial expressions as he believed he was the singer— oblivious that you, in all your heart eyes glory, were his adoring audience. The corner of your lips turned upwards, to your benefit impeding you from appearing like a wavering zombie in the crowd of teenagers moving and jumping against each other. Your dreamy smile faltered, however, when Miles’ eyes drifted to you. You froze, standing tensely still, praying he wouldn’t notice your existence for once— despite the odd masquerade mask, which a random girl handed you and you gladly accepted to use as part of your disguise, covering half of your face and the plastic bead necklace messily wrapped twice hanging from your neck. Contrary to your hopes, though, the boy wasn’t blind, and if anything your awkward and rigid body only drew more attention to you than you had originally intended. He shouted something at his friends as he took a step back, then turned around and approached you with a flirty smile, his eyes glinting with a mischief that dried your throat. “Hey.” He said with a deep voice, his hand flying up to rest on your shoulder. “What’s your name?”

The dick, you fumed in your head as you squinted at him, wondering why it only happened to you that your boyfriend cheated on you with yourself. Suddenly, he leaned closer to your ear. “I thought you were supposed to stay at home so your ankle could fully finish healing?” He yelled, his voice partially drowned out by the loud environment nonetheless. Your eyes grew wide and you peered at him with amazement, removing your golden mask by tugging it over your head and further disheveling your already frizzy from the heat hair.

“How’d you know? I was wearing this!” You laughed, pushing the headgear into his chest. He took it, inspecting it closely before giving you a roll of his eyes with an amused toothy grin.

“Y/N, first of all, you know that’s my favorite shirt for you to wear, right?” He smirked, nodding down at your upper body. You followed his gaze, afterwards smacking yourself mentally. Of course it was his favorite— how did you not catch that earlier? As if the way he was unable to tear his gaze away from you and didn’t want to let go of you whenever you wore the garment wasn’t enough evidence; you truly needed to work on your weak deduction skills. “And I know you’re gonna make fun of me, but I’d recognize even half of your face anywhere. You really thought you could sneak by me all Hilary Duff in that Cinderella movie?”

“Well, it worked in the movie, didn’t it?”

He chuckled, shaking his head and gently taking hold of your wrists, pulling you with him as he began to squeeze through the field of heated bodies. “You’re an idiot,” You heard him say loudly, and also watched him apologize to a guy who glared at him since the boy thought it would be a clever idea to call you that right into someone’s face. “You really shouldn’t be here.”

It was strange, you noticed, how that particular night everyone wanted to be as close together as possible; basically forgetting all about personal space and such. You’d lost count of how many people you’d bumped into already. “I don’t know how telling me that is gonna work considering I am here, and you’re the idiot if you think I’m gonna sneak all the way back into my house without my parents noticing.” You replied, holding tight onto Miles in fear of losing him. Out of nowhere, you detected a hiss; and without warning, a cloud of smoke suffocated your face and lungs, painfully drying out your eyes. You began to cough, waving your hand in front of your vision to clear the mist— stupid fog machine, you grimaced, doubting if the beauty of the mystery the smoke added was truly worth it if it’s so unpleasant, and you nearly felt as if you were dying (which really was just you being dramatic like you enjoyed to be sometimes) whilst standing in it.

You and Miles wound up in the deserted backyard, its peace being a relief for your throats after straining them so much back at the dance floor. You dropped down to sit on the grass, which easily was an open invitation for bizarre and terrifying insects to climb onto you and dig whatever body part into your skin. Maybe then you could be like Miles— who said Spider-Man didn’t need a partner in crime, someone who helped him once in a while anyway? You did wish you could aid him, sometimes, especially since you wouldn’t know what to do if his superhero fairytale concluded like his predecessor’s. If it happened once, then it could happen again. You shook your head, pushing those crippling thoughts away— not tonight, perhaps later, but not right now. “Why do you worry so much anyway? My cast is off, so my ankle is living its best life.”

Miles sat down beside you, scanning the glowing water. “I saw you limping yesterday after school when you thought no one was watching.” You stayed quiet, trying but failing to formulate an excuse in your head. “That’s exactly why I’m asking myself how your dumb ass didn’t get caught tonight.”

You hummed, your eyelids fluttering closed. “You underestimate me, Morales. My dumb ass is what’s keeping me alive so far. Plus, my parents are secretly grandparents and they go to sleep at like eight on Saturdays, so it really wasn’t that hard.”

He whistled, but you knew he was just mocking you. “Someone’s a rebellious teenager!” He laughed when you shoved him away playfully, gently returning the shove immediately after.

“Whatever. People are weird, though. I can’t believe there’s absolutely not a single soul swimming out here. The freaking pool even has waterfalls! All fancy and stuff,” You scoffed, your brows knitted as you gestured your hand toward the pool.

“Well, why don’t you go swimming, then?”

You pursed your lips, slapping an ant crawling up your knee off of you. “Because… my ankle, you know.” You shrugged and he raised his eyebrows in amusement. “You just want to see me take my clothes off, you perv.” You changed the subject, trying to steer away from your contradiction and managing to make his eyes grow wide.

He rubbed his nose, attempting to conceal his flushed face. “What? You just admitted your ankle is still messed up.”

“I was lying— and don’t try to avoid the last thing I just said.”

“You’re avoiding what I just said, too.”

You groaned, but a giggle still slipped through your lips. “Miles… stop being such a smart-ass, okay? You always do this to me.”

You thought the conversation had ended there as you both silently stared up at the crescent moon, sadly no little boy fishing on it, but ethereal nonetheless. You sensed him turn his head, though, and began to wonder what ran through his beautiful brain. “How was it that you broke your ankle again, though?” You had to restrain yourself from jumping into the pool.

“Miles.”

“I forgot.” He batted his lashes innocently, although there was nothing innocent in how his mouth twitched.

Your stare was hard. “No, you did not.”

“I just can’t remember, I think I need you to tell me again to remember.”

“I’ve done that for the past two months.”

“Y/N…” He pouted— his large brown orbs, where the reflection of the hanging fairy lights swam, staring back at you with a gentleness that never failed to make your knees wobble. You were grateful you were sitting down at that moment.

You glared at him, laughing dryly and pointing a knowing finger at him. “You’re doing that thing. Stop that.”

“Doing what?”

“The eyes, you’re—” The jerk made all the contents in your stomach scream louder with a confused tilt of his head and you looked heavenward, frustratingly pulling at your hair. You gave in. “I was studying for our history exam.”

He nodded comprehensively, an interested but mocking hand stroking chin. “Aha.”

You dragged your fingers down your cheeks, dreading having to repeat the words once again; you guessed that’s what your parents felt like when you would ask them to read you the same book to bed every night back when you were little. “I was really tired, almost dozing off, and the fact that I had my blanket wrapped around me like the true human burrito I truly am wasn’t helping at all.” You stopped, hopeful that perhaps you wouldn’t need to continue, but he urged you to do so and you let out a heavy sigh. “Then I saw… a spider crawling up my hand, though.”

“Mhm…” He was struggling to hold himself back from spitting everywhere if he burst with laughter right there and then, most likely waiting for the best part to arrive so he could release all his tears. That was what he always did, after all.

“And you know the rest,” You almost got on your feet, ready to escape until he brought your bum back to the ground by tugging your arm. He trapped you against his chest, his limbs wrapped around you as if you were his personal life-sized teddy bear. “Dear God…”

“I don’t know rest.” He muttered into your hair. You made a disgusted noise at how he snuggled into you, but in reality, you didn’t even try to move away; you’d stay there forever, even if your previously broken ankle was uncomfortably twisted and aching since you were sitting on it.

“I’ve told you this story like a million times.”

“Well, I want to hear it again!”

“Goddammit, alright,” You slid your foot away from underneath your bottom, deciding it’d be best to take away its short-lived title of a chair. “I saw the spider and I panicked.”

“You panicked…”

“I panicked. I jolted awake screaming, jumped off my chair, and—” He was already wheezing and that’s when your grumpy self cracked as well, letting out a short laugh. “A-and my foot got tangled in my blanket, so I fell on my face, twisting and breaking my ankle.”

Miles screamed, unwrapping his arms from you and fell backwards, holding his stomach with one hand while the other slapped the freshly cut grass. No matter how many times you recounted the tragedy, he consistently reacted as if it were the first time hearing the story and top humor from the comedy gods. It took him an entire minute for his laughter to die down, his fists coming up to rub his teary eyes as he panted. He dropped his arms by his sides, looking prepared to start making snow angels at any second as he stared up at you with a lazy beam. “Good ab workout you had there?” You asked.

“I don’t need to work out. I’m Spider-Man.” He declared proudly, placing his hands under his head. You snorted.

“One day you’re gonna expose yourself if you continue reminding me that every five seconds, I swear to God.” You were clueless, however, that it wasn’t just excitement and pleasure for being the acclaimed, one and only web-crawler; but rather, he hoped that it would impress you— that your chest would swell with pride whenever you saw him in the news, swinging through the city, trying his best while doing small yet enormous deeds to care for it. The boy was clueless as well, though, that your heart did indeed admire him Spider-Man or not, and its thrumming solely at the sight of his smile and that small dimple in his right cheek would never come to an end. There it was again: your fingers twitching as he peacefully laid on the grass, humming the song that played inside at the party, unaware of how hard it resulted for you to catch your breath. You acted before thinking, grabbing his hand and leaning over his resting body the reach his other hand too. He quirked a brow, seeing as you weren’t one to be affectionate most of the time; it was him who initiated everything (his many weekly heart attacks loathed you for that): hugs, kisses, even hand holding— it was ridiculous. But you bit your lip, having that same knowledge in your mind as well, forcing yourself to remain where you were and not run far away, out of the state. It was your chance: the scenery was perfect— the pool, the serenity, the clear night sky and its countless freckles of stars and planets— it was a damn party; an ideal teenage movie, like the ones you two loved to watch once in a while because they never failed to entertain, either in the way that it wasn’t intended to do so, or because they were simply Miles’ guilty pleasure— and you would gladly watch every single one of them with him, since who said you don’t have to see a good rom-com movie at least every two months to live healthily?

“…What?” He asked when you sat there for too long, the color draining out of your face.

“I… looo… ike you.” Coward, you thought as you nervously smiled down at him. “Let’s dip our feet in the pool!” You blurted out, quickly crawling over to the edge of the swimming pool, quite literally running away from your feelings.

Miles’ entire body trembled, but he opted to ignore it and he gulped as he followed you closely, taking off his sneakers and socks before slowly lowering his foot to test the water. His big toe barely touched it when he flinched and shrieked, jerking his leg up. “It’s colder than the North Pole, no shit there isn’t anyone out here!” You chuckled at him, flinging your footwear somewhere behind you.

“You’re just weak, man. Look—” You smugly grinned. You didn’t pause to thoroughly consider your decision, shoving both of your legs into the pool. Your smirk transformed into an uncomfortable grimace and you glared at him, his entertained face now having a sly smile plastered on it. “No problem at all.” You said through gritted teeth, your wailing skin submerged underwater not enough to overpower the stubbornness in you.

“You sure?”

“Of course. Very.” He could see your soul leaving your body as you maintained your gaze on your feet and wiggling your toes to bring some sort of warmth to them.

He huffed, his forehead wrinkled. “Okay, Y/N, I get it, no need to get hypothermia just to prove me wrong—”

“What do you mean? I’m enjoying myself,” You dismissed him with a wave of your hand and an odd surge of confidence engulfed you, kicking you out of your body’s driver’s seat.

Being headstrong was a hell of a hazard for your safety sometimes; and right now, as you took your legs out and Miles started to giggle at what he thought was your defeat, until you began to unbutton your pants, jumping on one foot as you tried to wiggle your other limb out of your jeans, was a great example of just that. “Y-Y/N? What… what are you doing?” His voice’s pitch sounded higher and quieter than normal. The thoughts in the back of your head were just many question and exclamation marks while you carried on to discard your shirt; and he muttered something in Spanish under his breath, panicking and drifting his gaze down to the ground, afraid that he was trespassing your comfort zone.

“I’m going for a swim,” You announced casually, throwing your shirt at him. He caught it effortlessly with one hand, his large eyes too engaged in the piece of clothing to notice you crouching down in front of him to grab his free hand. “C’mon, wanna jump with me?”

Why was his head running a mile (hah, he thought, mile) a minute? He had a speck of hope that you hadn’t noticed his clammy hands, but oh, you definitely had. And you were ready to gently tease him for it— he could insist he had no struggles, but the last time he’d been as nervous was when he asked if you wanted to be a thing. However, as you attempted to let go of Miles to pinch his cheek like a grandma, you ended up lifting his hand, his fingers latched onto the palm of your hand. You stared at it and then up at the boy dumbfounded, shaking your extremity. “Wha…What is this? What… what are you doing?”

“I-I thought this would never happen again—”

“Happen again?! What do you mean happen again?” You questioned loudly, holding his arm still by his wrist, then yanking your fist away from him, which only resulted in you crying out from the pain of his fingertips pulling at your skin.

“Be careful! Don’t want to, like, peel your skin off or something—”

“Peel my skin off?!”

“Not that it’s gonna happen! I think,” He immediately corrected himself, raising his other hand— that your shirt hung from— defensively. You whined, surveying your surroundings to make sure no one was witnessing or recording this: you wearing nothing but your underwear, freaking out about you and Miles’ stuck hands. “Okay, this worked last time!”

You stopped tugging, opening your mouth to ask him to reveal his solution, but the boy simply closed his eyes and began to softly sing to himself, his eyebrows snapping together. He rendered you speechless— was that his idea? Singing as you sat there, regretting every life choice you’d made to get to this point of your life? You didn’t get the opportunity to lash out at him, though, because all of a sudden, you heard voices in the distance. You jumped to your feet like a scared cat who just saw a pickle, hauling a yelping Miles across the floor. “Get up!” You hissed, helping him stand up before running to hide behind the storage shed.

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French vocabulary

La pharmacie - pharmacy

l'analgésique (m) - painkiller

l'antiacide (m) - antacid

l'anti-inflammatoire (m) - anti-inflamatory

les cachets antiaupathiques (m) - travel sickness pills

le calcium - calcium

la crème - cream

la date d'expiration - expiration date

les déodorants (m) - deodorants

la diarrhée - diarrhea

l'écran solaire (m) - sunscreen

les effets secondaires (m) - side-effects

le fer - iron

le gel - gel

la gélule - capsule

les gouttes (f) - drops

l'herboristerie (f) - herbal remedies

l'hygiène féminine (f) - feminine hygene

l'inhalateur (m) - inhaler

l'insuline (f) - insulin

le laxatif - laxative

la lingette humide - wet wipe

le magnésium - magnesium

le médicament - medicine

le médicament multivitamine - multivitamins

le médicament pour la toux - cough medicine

la médication - medication

le mouchoir en papier- tissue

l'officine (f) - dispensary

la pastille pour la gorge - throat lozenge

le pharmacien/la pharmacienne - pharmacist

la pilule - pill

la pommade - ointment

la posologie - dosage

la poudre - powder

le produit anti-insecte - insect repellant

le protège-slip - panty liner

le sédatif - sedative

le seringue - syringe

la serviette hygiénique - sanitary napkin

le sirop - syrup

les soins dentaires (m) - dental care

les soins pour la peau (m) - skincare

le somnifère - sleeping pill

le spray - spray

le suppositoire - suppository

le tampon - tampon

les vitamines (f) - vitamines

jetable - disposable

soluble - soluble

Synonyms of “Beaucoup”

8/2/2018

Saying “beaucoup” over and over can get tiring for you and for your audience so here are some ways to try and avoid using it too much.

Bien de(s) + nom + action (la plupart du temps) [formal]: Il y a bien des choses à faire. - There is a lot of stuff to do.

Bondé de + personnes : C’est bondé de monde ici. - There are a lot of people here.

Des/un tas de + nom : J’ai signé des tas de papiers pour mon boulot. - I signed a lot/heap of papers for my job.

Énormément [formal]: Nous aimons énormément cette ville, mais on doit déménager. - We love this city a lot/tremendously but we have to move.

Plein de + nom [informal] : On a plein de raisons de te détester. - We have a lot of reasons to hate you.

Tarpin de + nom [informal, from the south of France] : Il y a tarpin (trop) de personnes à cette putain de fête. - There are a lot (too many) people at this fucking party.

Vachement de + nom [informal] : J’ai faim et on n’a pas vachement de choix. - I’m hungry and we don’t have a lot of options/choices.

Bonne journée !

Edmund x Reader: Patronus

Prompt/ask: None

Word count: 576

Warnings: *Slight* language. Like literally one curse word.

Setting: Harry Potter AU

A/N: So this is just a little something I came up with based on a headcanon I found somewhere in the depths of tumblr-I hope you enjoy my first Harry Potter/Narnia AU! If this inspired any further HP AU prompts, please don’t hesitate on sending them in, because I am absolute Harry Potter trash.

“Shit.”

You cursed under your breath, dropping your arm in defeat. You sighed. It seemed as if, no matter how many times you tried, the concept of conjuring a patronus was impossible.

“Having trouble?” A voice asked in amusement.

You turned to the doorway of the empty Transfiguration classroom, rolling your eyes at the smirking form of Edmund Pevensie.

“What, Pevensie?” You groaned, turning back to the wall where you had been practicing. 

Edmund shrugged, leaning into the tall bookshelf by the doorframe.

“Well, to begin with,” He said smugly, straightening up and taking a step towards where you stood, “If I were you, I wouldn’t hold my wand like that.”

You scoffed, turning around abruptly to face him. “And how exactly am I holding my wand?”

Edmund rolled his eyes playfully, grabbing you lightly by the waist and turning you around. You let out a small noise in protest.

“Okay, first, improve your posture. Put your shoulders back, yeah?”

You narrowed your eyes. What was he playing at?

Reluctantly, you did as he suggested.

“Good.” Edmund said simply, slowly removing his hands from your waist and stepping backwards. “Now, raise your wand.”

You rolled your eyes, turning around to give him an irritated look. “Oh, really?” You said, your tone filled with sarcasm. Edmund just smirked, adjusting his collar.

Slowly, you lifted your wand, turning back around as you did. You held it out at arms-length, focusing your gaze on the wall before you and taking in every detail of the cluttered surrounding shelves and small desks.

“Alright,” Edmund began from behind you, “Now focus.”

“What?”

“Just…”

You could feel Edmund approaching you, his footsteps causing the wood floor to creak. You felt his warm breath against your neck as he raised his hand to place it over yours. You stabilized your grip on your wand, tilting it slightly.

“Alright, now…focus.”

Suddenly, all at once, you knew what he meant.

You felt the rush of energy inside you, building up as you raised your wand-Edmund’s hand still on yours.

“Expecto Patronum!” You cried, feeling every ounce of power within you surging through your veins and rushing to the tip of your wand.

A small, wispy blue figure appeared before your eyes, growing in size as the color became deeper and the shape became clearer.

“Merlin’s beard!” Edmund exclaimed from behind you. He immediately let go of your hand, doubling over to burst into laughter.

A round, flimsy nose was expanding from your wand, attached to what looked like the body of an oversized beetle with fur.

“Is that-“

“An Aardvark?” Edmund finished, coughing through his grunts of laughter.

You giggled, shaking your head in mild exasperation as you raised your wand further.

“I mean, it’s actually kinda cute.” You said thoughtfully, carefully gliding it along with your wand. The figure danced in the air, its abnormally long snout wrinkling with every movement.

Edmund bit his lip, clearly trying not to laugh again. “I mean, uh-” Edmund let out a small noise of amusement, but quickly covered it with a cough. “At least you know you have the ability to conjure a patronus, right?”

He paused, trying to think of anything else remotely positive to add to his statement. “And um, it’s not terrible looking from certain angles.”

You sighed with a slight tone of amusement, turning abruptly and abandoning your patronus.

 “Shut up Pevensie.”

And with that, you leaned in.

That certainly shut him up.

You’re The Cutest

Summary:Peter just loves when you wear his clothes

“Is that my shirt” -#13 for @starksparker Summer Writing Challenge

“Shit.Shitshitshit”You quickly ran around your room trying to find a clean shirt and any type of bottoms.You didn’t care.You were about an hour late to school and the only reason you woke up was because your boyfriend had been blowing up your phone with texts and calls.Five missed calls and forty-five text messages to be exact.You didn’t tell him you were missing school,which you normally did so he was probably freaking out

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