anguox:

The reason depression is literally the worst is not because of the soul-crushing sadness or the wanting to kill yourself or the self harm or all the violent and extreme emotions that come with dealing with this particular mental handicap.
It’s the long and painful stretches of days of weeks of months where you’re not really depressed, but you kind of just exist. The time you spend sitting in bed aimlessly browsing the Internet instead of finishing that video game you thought was fun or going out with a friend to see a movie or getting up and doing your laundry. You exist, and it’s okay, but you’re not really sure why. You’re not doing anything productive when you have all the time in the world to be doing it. You feel like you’re missing out on life, but at the same time you feel that it doesn’t really matter. That’s the worst kind of depression.

Hey it’s the end of the term at school and it’s super stressful so you should tell a story maybe? Please?

ofgeography:

ofgeography:

hmmmmm. so while i was at boarding school i took ap physics, which was a bad decision for all parties involved because a) as a pigeon-toed loser with a center of gravity her body doesn’t know what to do with, physics has never done anything but betray me, and b) i’m not very good at math.

the good thing about AP classes is that you only have to take the actual school exam once, at midterms. the bad thing about AP classes is that you have to take the AP exam. at the time, there were just… a of things i’d rather have been doing than studying for an AP physics exam, like, for example:

  • makin out with my then-boyfriend
  • watching lois & clark: the new adventures of superman in my dorm room, where once my roommate’s mother actually said to me “i don’t think i’ve ever come into this room and seen you out of bed”
  • wrestling guerrillas
  • filling out paperwork at the DMV
  • solving the then-impending economic crisis
  • giving myself a root canal
  • listening to the zac brown band’s “chicken fried” on repeat for the rest of my natural-born life
  • finding out that waterbeds don’t have fish in them, what the hell is the point of a water bed if it’s not also a NAPTIME AQUARIUM?
  • being stuck forever at that point where you’re JUST ABOUT to sneeze
  • breaking up with my then-boyfriend over a series of commitment issues and personal insecurities
  • realizing they never sold the last season of lois & clark on DVD
  • finding out dean cain campaigned for rick perry
  • RICK PERRY!!!!
  • DEAN CAIN, YOU WERE SUPERMAN.
  • SUPERMAN WOULD NEVER CAMPAIGN FOR RICK PERRY!!!!
  • ugh
  • UGH
  • WHAT A BETRAYAL.

you get the idea.

anyway, the problem with not studying for your AP physics exam if you’re not some kind of physics genius who hangs out in dexter’s lab and makes periodic table puns at dinner parties is that when it then comes time to sit down in the exam room, the AP exam asks you what happens when a 3-kg object is release from rest at a height of 5m on a curved frictionless ramp and you’re like, “…………well DID YOU KNOW THAT DEAN CAIN CAMPAIGNED FOR RICK PERRY????”

  • did you???? DID YOU???
  • DID EVERYONE KNOW???
  • DID EVERYONE KNOW AND NOBODY THOUGHT TO TELL ME?????

no. i didn’t write that. what i DID do was think to myself, “well, molly, you’re going to major in Books And Thinking, not NUMBERS AND SCIENCE, so who cares, really, in the long term, about this exam??? i mean, getting a good grade on your AP physics exam isn’t a judgment call on you as a PERSON. you could get a 5 and be a douchebag, just like you could get a 1 and be a saint. so really, i mean, REALLY, would it be the end of the world if you chose to just…. maybe chose to answer this question creatively??? show that you can use limited resources, like your brain, to find creative solutions. BITCHES LOVE CREATIVE SOLUTIONS.”

so what i did, instead of attempting to answer the question, was to INSTEAD write a 5 paragraph essay, in spanish, about why we shouldn’t be throwing 3kg objects off ramps in the first place, because that’s dangerous. what is this object? is it breakable? are we aiming for something? 3kg might not SOUND like a lot, but at the speeds it could theoretically reach when being released down a frictionless ramp, i mean, that kind of thing could do SERIOUS DAMAGE. PEOPLE IN FRICTIONLESS WORLDS SHOULDN’T THROW 3KG STONES.

  • also, nobody should throw stones.
  • stop throwing stones at each other, what the hell dude.

in the second essay, which was like, “idk idk trains are going in different directions or something,” i wrote that the easy solution is to check the train schedules to see what time the trains will arrive, and check periodically with the conductor to see if there have been any delays. with the time saved by taking that approach and not DOING MATH, we should ask ourselves the Real Questions, like what season we are and how that should affect our wardrobe choices. i laid out a series of questions for the reader to determine whether they were a Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall:

  • do you prefer apples, oranges, or strawberries?
  • would you rather be hot, or cold?
  • what is your favorite holiday: christmas, thanksgiving, or easter?
  • would you rather go rock climbing, swimming, skiing, or apple picking?

based on these questions and a complicated point system i set up, the reader could determine their One True Season and what type of color palettes they should then focus on.

the bell rang. exam over. BYE, AP PHYISCS!!! SEE YOU NEVER, HAHA!!

the next year, fresh-faced mollyhall was walking through the halls of the science building on the way to AP environmental science (WHY DID THEY LET YOU TAKE ANOTHER AP SCIENCE CLASS? you may be asking yourself. WELL, i tell you, chuckling, WELL, THAT’S—that’s a really good question, actually.) when i was stopped by mr. h, my AP physics teacher.

“you know,” he said to me, “AP exams, like model un or athletic competitions, are representations of us as teachers, and of our students as people. they reflect the school.”

“cool beans, mr. h,” i said.

“which brings us to the subject of your essays,” said mr. h.

SO HERE’S SOMETHING I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT AP EXAMS:

  • they send copies of your essays to your teachers, and
  • my AP physics teacher spoke spanish.

“uh,” i said. “yes. right. i see your point there. my essays. they were. well, i did put words on paper. you cannot deny that words were written. i think—i think i did okay? on the multiple choice? i think i…. gosh, mr h, you look very smart in that orange and brown color palette, is that new???”

“i’m a fall,” said mr. h.

for everyone who asked: i got a 2.

Just A Taste: KnB Fic (AkaFuri)

courtingstars:

You can also read this fic on Ao3.

A shamefully
late fic for @cerberosthehellguard, for the AkaFuri Secret Valentine exchange. Thanks so much for being so
patient with me, dear Niri! ❤️

Rating: PG (kissing)

Word Count:
8,000

Warnings: Toothache-inducing
couple. Poetry quotes, because nerds. Demisexual character. Tons of references
to Japanese traditions for Valentine’s Day. Mild angst, because this will
eventually be part of a larger story that spans decades. (… I have a problem. OTL)

Summary: For their first Valentine’s Day together, Furihata makes Akashi a batch of homemade chocolate. Akashi decides to reciprocate—and comes to a few realizations in the process.

A/N: Dear Niri, I
am so sorry your gift is so late! These last several months were hard for me,
but way more importantly, I wanted to make sure to give you the best gift I could. Which
meant that the idea for your fic somehow evolved into a gigantic project that’s
WAY bigger than anything I can finish this summer. OTL (It’s also full of
spoilers for things that happen in The Fast Train to Kyoto and its sequels.) So
instead, here’s the first fluffy chapter of that fic, which is also a
standalone story. And I’m going to return to this after I finish the
other AkaFuri fics I’ve told you about!

Anyway, I really hope
you like it, since you’re one of my favorite readers in the universe, and
an awesome friend. (I felt so lucky when I found out I would be writing for
you!) Your messages always brighten my day, so I hope this story brightens
yours. ❤


The first year, Furihata almost burned down his family’s
kitchen.

He should have known, he thought grimly, as he
surveyed the charred mess of chocolate swirled with fire extinguisher foam. He
wasn’t a bad cook, most of the time. In fact, he was probably the best in his
family, next to his mom.

But whenever Furihata attempted to make
something for Akashi Seijuurou, it always turned into some bizarre disaster.
Probably because he was trying way too hard. Psyching himself out. The usual dumb
crap.

Not that he could help it, really. Feeling some
pressure was kind of inevitable, when you were dating a guy like Akashi.

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