2 A’s, 3 B’s, 2 C’s and a D.

Not so bad I suppose, at least I got the grades to get into college! 




swagbat:

woah, tag your death note spoilers

swagbat:

woah, tag your death note spoilers




these are actually nice you fucking nerd

  • 1. selfie
  • 2. what would you name your future kids?
  • 3. do you miss anyone?
  • 4. what are you looking forward to?
  • 5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?
  • 6. is it hard for you to get over someone?
  • 7. what was your life like last year?
  • 8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?
  • 9. who did you last see in person?
  • 10. are you good at hiding your feelings?
  • 11. are you listening to music right now?
  • 12. what is something you want right now?
  • 13. how do you feel right now?
  • 14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?
  • 15. personality description
  • 16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn't?
  • 17. opinion on insecurities.
  • 18. do you miss how thing were a year ago?
  • 19. have you ever been to New York?
  • 20. what is your favourite song at the moment?
  • 21. age and birthday?
  • 22. description of crush.
  • 23. fear(s)
  • 24. height
  • 25. role model
  • 26. idol(s)
  • 27. things i hate
  • 28. i'll love you if...
  • 29. favourite film(s)
  • 30. favourite tv show(s)
  • 31. 3 random facts
  • 32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?
  • 33. something you want to learn
  • 34. most embarrassing moment
  • 35. favourite subject
  • 36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?
  • 37. favourite actor/actress
  • 38. favourite comedian(s)
  • 39. favourite sport(s)
  • 40. favourite memory
  • 41. relationship status
  • 42. favourite book(s)
  • 43. favourite song ever
  • 44. age you get mistaken for
  • 45. how you found out about your idol
  • 46. what my last text message says
  • 47. turn ons
  • 48. turn offs
  • 49. where i want to be right now
  • 50. favourite picture of your idol
  • 51. starsign
  • 52. something i'm talented at
  • 53. 5 things that make me happy
  • 54. something thats worrying me at the moment
  • 55. tumblr friends
  • 56. favourite food(s)
  • 57. favourite animal(s)
  • 58. description of my best friend
  • 59. why i joined tumblr
  • 60. ask me anything you want





I got quite a range of results… 






heartless:

who wants to date me I’m really annoying but ill like make u food and cuddle with you




heartless:

who wants to date me I’m really annoying but ill like make u food and cuddle with you




"The Angel blade burns you, just as God’s name chokes you. They say that those who die upon its point will achieve the gates of heaven. In which case, revenant, I am doing you a favor. Any last words?

Simon knew what he was supposed to say. Sh’ma Yisrael, adonai elohanu, adonai echod. Hear, oh Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is One. He tried to speak the words, but a searing pain burned his throat. “Clary,” he whispered instead.




the doctor + their ginger bestfriend pt.1

Loves a redhead, the Doctor.



"To me, at least.”




At the end of the hallway she turns and says, “Have a piece of cake for me, all right? The chocolate. It’s delicious.” She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.






I’m only interested in the simple things… like how much this is going to hurt!



edenwolfie:

just-raowolf:

edenwolfie:

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.
First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.
“A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.”
This was a good start.
We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.
“Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—”
“Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.”
“You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?”
He frowned. “Who doesn’t?”
“Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?”
He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?”
We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.”
He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.”
“But I’m not.”
“Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—”
“We’re married!?”
“Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?”
He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.”
We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?”
“Vegetarian.”
“Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.”
“We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.”
“You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.
“They’re your children too!" I screamed back.
He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!”
“Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—”
“I want a divorce!”
And he walked out of the classroom.
The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.”
I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

holy shit that’s glorious

edenwolfie:

just-raowolf:

edenwolfie:

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.

First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.

A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.

This was a good start.

We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.

Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—

Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.

You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?

He frowned. “Who doesn’t?

Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?

He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?

We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.

He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.

But I’m not.

Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—

We’re married!?

Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?

He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.

We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?

Vegetarian.

Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.

We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.

You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.

They’re your children too!" I screamed back.

He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!

Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—

I want a divorce!

And he walked out of the classroom.

The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.

I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

holy shit that’s glorious