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pru i’ve just moved into a residential college far from home & i’m feeling extremely anxious because there’s new people & a new environment and i feel like i don’t have a support system in place yet. do you have any advice on how to feel less awful when moving to new places in general?

College, as the first time away from home, can be such a mindfuck. Even if you’re a fairly independent person, losing the framework of home and breakfast time and dinner and people you see all the time and the familiarity of the a place you know can be massively, massively disorienting. 

Something that helped me immensely when I just went off to college was finding an activity that I could really build connections in. I mean something like an acapella group or theater or GSA or campus publications or a charity of some kind, because usually these groups are built with an infrastructure for integrating new people, will help you find common-minded friends, and if it’s something that has a cause instead of say, just like a club that hangs out together, you’ll have a project to work on, too, to get your mind off of how alien all of this feels. To the extent you have the energy, try not to give into the temptation to shut yourself away in your room. For one thing, it’s bad for you and will just create a feedback loop of isolation. For another, it’s hella rude to your roommate (if you have one, and this is a shared-bedroom dorm situation) because they will want private time to jerk it or fuck their partner or just sit around alone, too. 

I think something you should keep in mind though is that failure to land gracefully in college is not only expected, it’s understandable. My first semester in university I got a 2.2 GPA, spent a lot of time hurling in playground bushes, and went home almost every weekend because I was so miserable. I couldn’t pinpoint what the issue was, all I knew was that I wasn’t handling it well. Now, with the benefit and distance of years, I can make guesses at what changed to make that second semester and the rest of my college experience better, and it had a lot to do with becoming more involved in my activities beyond classes, making new friends, not just the one or two assholes who’d gone from my high school to my university, and feeling slowly, ever so slowly that I didn’t consciously notice the change at all, that I had a stronger, more solid footing upon which to build my life.

The process can be slow, and it can be difficult to find your place, but schools are great for that, college – more than a degree – can be a blessing because it’s a safe space for you to experiment with yourself. What do you want to do? What minor delinquencies do you want to try? Take up a new hobby! Become a version of yourself you haven’t tried before! Fall in love. Make out in the stacks. Get heart broken. Go to a kiss in. Fuck up. Fuck up badly. It’s all okay because you’re in school. And I know it feels, overwhelmingly, like high stakes, but this is oddly a place in your life where you will have the most elastic of boundaries, so let out a shaky breath, and know that it’ll take some time, but that you have that time, and that you can invent and reinvent along the way.

Also, and I don’t know how comforting this will be, I made my advice specific to college because it’s probably the BIGGEST “living alone” transition most people make. After that, all the other ones are still adjustments, but your toolbox for managing them will be more robust, and you’ll feel each one slightly less than the one before, or at least you will be in the position that most of adulthood just is, anyway, an accumulation of additional moments where you can look at the disaster zone of your life and think, “Okay. I can handle this. I’ve done this before.”


CLINTASHA AU – The woes of a superspy couple.

“You’re mad at me for forgetting your fake birthday?! But that wasn’t even in the file! Nat!”


Editor: “I don’t wanna read this damn story. Are there any mistakes in it?”


sebastian stan spam [part 15 – ∞]

Reconstruction sneak preview as you stare at the above images of Stephanie’s best guy!

Because Bucky’s an absolute popinjay, sometime between where he’d more or less ordered her out of the medical tent and away from him and now, he’s gone and found a clean uniform and scrubbed up. His face is clean and red from cold and cold water, and he’s even found a razor somewhere to trim up the worst of his whiskers. His brassy hair is still a touch long but Steph likes it this way, and she reaches up — automatic — to run her fingers through the strands at the base of his neck, at the knob of his spine, smiles at how he shivers a little and leans into her touch like a cat.

“You do,” she tells him quietly, looking and looking and looking at his face, at his throat, at all of him she loves so well. “You look good, Buck.”

There’s something that looks trapped and lost in Bucky’s eyes, that she sees because she sees all of him all the time. He swallows too hard, too fast, and he clutches at her — not jealously, like before — but like he needs her, like he’s holding on so he can stay standing, and Stephanie presses herself close and knows he’ll understand what she’s saying, what her body’s saying: I can carry you; I can hold this weight.

“Yeah?” Bucky says, finally, after too long a silence. “Couldn’t embarrass my best girl in front of her new friends, could I? Not after you came all this way.”

Stephanie thinks that there’s nothing Bucky could do that she wouldn’t forgive him for, that she wouldn’t see beyond, learn how to love him in spite of. But that’s too much to say in front of other people, maybe it’s too much to say at all, so she just smiles at him tight-lipped, to keep her confessions close, and leans in to kiss him, close the space between them. Now, he tastes like Colgate and smells like Lava soap, all the sourness of fear and sickness washed away, and even this close — still shaking the adrenaline and fear out of her system — Stephanie thinks if she hadn’t found him half dead on the table, she’d never know that he’d barely made it, that she’d barely held onto him.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Bucky’s murmuring, into her mouth when he breaks for air, then into the shell of her ear when he drags her in, presses her face into his neck so she has somewhere to hide her expression. “I’m okay.”

List the first lines of your last twenty stories. See if you find any patterns.

There are no patterns. The only thing I can observe is that I write too much fanfic and have been a LOT of fandoms.

1. Eggsy’s relationship with his heats is pretty fuckin’ meh.  

2. Harry’s in Dubai when he gets the first message. He’s in the middle of working a possible informant, and he never gets around to listening to it.

3. Any good thing in Eggsy’s life must — necessarily — be accompanied by an equally shite turn of events. 

4. Since Eggsy’s in the bathroom anyway, he submits quietly when Harry — so excruciating and subtle it reads like a beacon — suggests he wash up and calm himself.

5. Most historians focusing on the private life of Barnes have been frustrated by a lack of pre-war evidence.

6. Even when Phil Coulson was doing something ridiculously, embarrassingly, crushingly human, he was still a flawless, seamless black box of a spook.

7. After Bucky steals that kiss and finds Steph amenable to being robbed in such a manner on a regular basis, it’s all bets off. 

8. Stephanie’s a good girl, she’s not an obedient one, so when Sarah Rogers finds out that the no-good Barnes kid has been hanging around, she’s deeply unsurprised.

9. Howling Commandos HQ > Home > Forums

10. The first time George meets Mycroft Holmes, she tases him.

11. "It’s my fault,“ is the first thing Eduardo Saverin says whenever someone spends too long looking at the sign over reception. 

12. Charlotte’s only just subdued the blonde jailer Shaw had sent to guarantee her arrival for the wedding when the coach jars to a bone-rattling stop, the horses screaming, and a shot announces a man’s voice, calling, "Stand and deliver!”

13. Tae Ssun shows up at the house sometime in between two snowstorms.

14. Alex isn’t really surprised when Agent Lehnsherr finds him in the old squat.

15. In the 18 months since Proculus Media had swallowed up the paper, Dom Cobb has (a) offered Saito, their new publisher and overlord, oral sex to keep ads off the front page (it hadn’t worked), (b) started crying actual tears of exhaustion at a redesign meeting the fourth time Yusuf brought up page gutters to try and guilt him into ceasing his reign of terror (it hadn’t worked) and © tried to get Arthur to agree, peacefully, to work election night.

16. The first time Dom had ever seen the Madonna of the Pinks was in a textbook during an art history survey course in college. 

17. Just because Ariadne knows things about Eames doesn’t mean she shares them with the rest of the class or ever intends to, but on day three of the worst rainstorms Sacramento’s seen in years, she puts her foot down.

18. Eames used to think a long fuck was an hour, when at the end of it his hips are sore and he’s got a fucking charley horse and everybody’s gasping for air and dying for oxygen — he didn’t know shit.

19. It’s the Gilt Bar at the Palace Hotel, a place so spangled and gleaming and orange-rich it feels like the overheated heart of a Faberge egg — so of course Arthur is sitting at the overpriced bar squinting at a copy of yesterday’s Wall Street Journal like an absolute twat.

20. Merlin had been in absolute, exquisitely embarrassing ecstasies for the entire first month he was engaged.



He is deliriously perfect.

Almost annoyingly so.

annnd I’m just staring at his hands. rageprufrock you with me on this?

I’m staring at his finger pressed up against his mouth and feeling the fire of Taron getting ready to fight me for having his man’s name in my mouth.


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