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I'm so happy Ryan Coogler hired Yvonne Chireau as his Hoodoo consultant for "Sinners'. That man really respects our roots. Yvonne don't play about Black American culture and our connections to spirit and Africa. Her books and lectures are always on point

Some after "Sinners" reading material if you're interested in Black American and Indigenous History (and the immigrants who came over, too). I put in the Jones-Rogers book too so y'all won't think the 58% had no serious role in shaping the horrors of America.

Adding this amazing "Sinners Syllabus" too for further resources to educate yourself. The books above are ones I have in my personal library, but some very cool people put together an entire webpage of information. Check it out HERE.

It has occurred to me that I can subject my like 5 followers to my crochet projects :D

Making the Fossil Frenzy Cowl by Hunt Hand Knits. This is the crochet version. Very time consuming due to the level of detail but super easy to follow the pattern! On row 30 of 75 in the main section

manta ray i crocheted for my girlfriend's birthday :) he's a very comfy pillow with a nice weight and squishiness. made from cotton yarn and stuffed with down + cotton fabric.

i made the pattern myself with inspiration from this pattern for the overall structure :)

crocheted this stegosaurus for my nephew who was just borned! made with cotton thread

pattern by Heidibears

grass green again post rose window crochet blanket :)

Glowy dark mode site skin

🎼 You would not believe your eyes, if 10 million fireflies ended up in the header of your AO3. 🎶

It's been a while since I tried glow effects, but I saw the fireflies and I couldn't resist.

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suzanne. we need to talk about where we get our names from.

Twirl for me

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Blood & Buttercream

Chapter One - Exposition.

Baker!Reader x Butcher!Simon Riley

CW: None, SFW.

Word Count: 1.2K

You’re sitting in your local Costa, sadly picking at an overpriced, sad sandwich and lukewarm coffee. Chains are never your first option if you can help it, but this small town doesn’t have a local cafe open past 10am.

Another sigh, you could do it so much better, you think, grimacing at a bite of soggy bread. As a baker, you know good bread and this, this is not good bread.

How difficult can it be, really, you sip from your cup; musing.

You could do it, you think, you already have a steady business as an online bakery and a presence at the closest local markets, known for your delicate bakes with pretty decorations.

The savoury side of things though…you know what’d you’d do, sandwiches with homemade focaccia, doorstep thick toast, savoury pastries.

It’d have to be right though. The voice pops up unbidden and you bite your lip, your need for perfection is both a blessing and a curse.

You abandon the remnants of your sandwich and head home thoughts churning.

In your kitchen, you create a focaccia, flaky salt, good olive oil, rosemary and cherry tomatoes.

Once it’s cooked you realise you don’t have the right meats and you drag yourself to the store, you stand in front of the deli meats aisle for longer than you want to admit, until your fingers start to get a little numb and you take home a selection and painstakingly try a little of everything with the bread and nothing's right, nothing works.

You hiss in frustration before cutting a large chunk and wrapping it in wax paper and grabbing your keys.

You know you must look like a crazy person, stomping into the butchers and dropping the bread on the counter in front of the mountain of a man who works there, the bottom half of his face covered by a black mask.

“I need help” you say shortly “I’ve tried the supermarket meats and it’s not right.”

He stares at you, shocked, confused, you can’t tell.

“Look, you're an expert right?” A slow nod. “Good. I’m fed up with having no good cafes so I’m gonna do it myself but I’m a novice at savoury, so taste that.”

You wave a hand irritably at the wax-paper wrapped focaccia “and please tell me what meat is supposed to go in it.”

There’s a beat, two, before callused hands are unwrapping the bread and tearing a chunk off, corner of the mask lifting to accommodate before being lowered.

A moan. “I know” you say, slightly smug “so I’m not putting it with mediocre fillings”

The man hums, swallowing, before turning to a leg of something along the back counter and cutting a thin slice, dropping it onto a paper plate before handing it to you.

“Try that” he rasps, you take the plate and try the meat, it’s salty, slightly smoky and so much better than whatever you brought from the supermarket and combinations throw themselves into your head.

You’re unaware of the butcher staring at you.

“How much will I need to make at least ... .four sandwiches?” You half ask, half demand.

“Bout 15 slices” he replies after a moment's thought.

“Great, that then please,” you say sweetly, “and you can keep the rest of the bread.” You add on when you’ve paid and have the wrapped meat in your hand before almost running out of the shop to get home.

Simon stares for a long time, before devouring the rest of the bread.

The next few hours are spent in your kitchen, every surface covered in pans and bowls. The meat he’s given you, you learn, is called Serrano and it’s so good. 

You’re lucky enough to have a garden and a greenhouse and you pull some rocket from the soil dropping it into a colander for later. Back in your kitchen you create a chilli jam, not too spicy with a slight acidity to balance the salt. 

A quick google suggests that manchego is a common pairing but you worry that it will make the finished sandwich too salty and you bite your lip, scouring your fridge. Burrata. You’d brought it to make your own pizzas but…you wouldn’t need all of it. 

You catalogue what you have in your head, salt from the meat and the bread, acid from the jam, fat from the cheese and heat from both the jam and the peppery kick of the rocket. 

You layer the sandwich and wrap it in greaseproof paper, pulling it tight before cutting it in half with a large bread knife. 

You smile at the cross section and take a bite. The flavours explode on your tongue and you grin, victorious. It’s so much better than the sad toastie you started your day with.

You tidy your kitchen, decanting the rest of the chilli jam into sterilised jars and carefully storing the meat and cheese before washing your paraphernalia. 

You’re about to become that poor butcher’s worst nightmare, you think ruefully as you start to compile a list of other things you’d want to stock. 

You feel so guilty in advance that you assemble a peace offering, the other half of the sandwich, a jar of your new chilli jam and a caramel brownie. Is it weird if I bother him again? You shake the thought away, you have questions and your brain needs them answered. Now. 

You pack your offering into a box and head back out, chucking a notebook and pen into your bag as you pass the countertop. 

The man behind the counter looks surprised to see you, if the slight raise of his eyebrow is any indication. 

“Alright?” He asks slowly.

“Yeah,” you chuckle slightly nervously as you introduce yourself, “I think I’m probably about to become your worst nightmare.” 

“Doubt that” he mutters, “‘m Simon.” 

You nod “Simon, it’s nice to meet you.” A smile, you brandish the box containing your peace offering. 

“I need to ask you some questions about, well, everything meat so here’s a…” you stumble over your words. “Gift? In return for the annoyance I’m probably gonna cause you.” 

The man, Simon, takes the box from you and flips open the lid, “this the sandwich you made?” He asks, fishing it out with one large hand, you nod as he unwraps the paper and takes a large bite. 

His eyes close momentarily as he chews and swallows “gonna bring me one of these every time you’ve got a question love?” 

Your brain stutters momentarily over the pet name and you feel your face get warm. 

“Um, yes?” You offer as you will your face to cool down, watching as he takes another bite and groans in appreciation. 

“Best sandwich I’ve ever had.” He tells you and you can’t help but preen at the compliment. 

“Thanks,” you whip out your notebook “so, if I wanted to make a quiche with ham in it but also sandwiches, would I need different styles?” The pen is pushed against your lip as you think “Oh and I know there’s a ratio of fat to meat for everything but if I wanted to do sausage rolls and scotch eggs would they need to be different too?” 

You realise Simon is staring at you and you shuffle your feet, ears going hot, waiting for the inevitable comments about you being ‘weird’ or ‘too much.’ 

They don’t come. 

You force yourself to meet his gaze, steeling yourself for whatever expression you find there. You don’t expect fascination, appraisal. 

“You this meticulous about ever’thin love?” It’s almost a growl and your mind wanders for a split second before you manage to eek out a “yes.” 

Simon grins, taking a large bite of the brownie “fucking hell, where’ve you been hidin?” 

why do i keep seeing “young!ditzy!reader” or “trophywife!reader” or stupid shit like that where authors make the ‘reader’ the most fragile person in the world??

at the end of the day, this recession theory shit is real. and it is seen clearly as day on this app.

why are the inspo pics for the oneshot just blonde and skinny white girls?? why are we making the reader sweet and innocent and fragile??

and look, there’s nothing wrong about being a blonde and skinny white girl, but after seeing the same pictures as inspo for a series or a oneshot, it gets annoying and repetitive how there’s no diversity.

also, i’m not saying every post in the “x reader” tag is like this, but they just keep popping up on my feed and i had to speak my mind about it.

please, if anyone reads this, tell me if you found the same problem or i’m just going crazy.

Compass

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Crossposted on AO3

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Word count: 5.2k

Summary: where Simon finally gets it.

18+

CW: angst, hurt/comfort, canon typical violence, fluff

Masterlist 🦊 | In The Walls Masterlist 🦊

Staring straight at the screen won’t make that form fill in, yet it’s all you’ve been doing. 

The office is cold. Freezing. Your fingers are stiff when you punch the keys, rough skin tight at each knuckle. 

Price has asked you to do it. He’s tired and needs to lean on you for a moment. You know how hard it must’ve been for such a proud man to ask for help, so you don’t have the heart to refuse him. Even if you’re just as exhausted, just as worried, because the op went tits up so quickly and suddenly that you’re still recovering from it.

Faulty intel. Ambush. Tactically placed C4 blew the place up into smithereens. Mayhem ensued—you all lost sight of each other and then met again. 

The ringing in your ear still sounds fresh. A new cut on your brow your new shiny scar, the crescent of speckled mauves under your eye yet another reason for the brass to come and shower you with meaningless praise so you’d keep up with this unforgiving job without rest.

Chest candy as a prize. As if you care.

Your eyes burn. They squint at the unforgivingly bright screen; bloodshot sclera and a healing bruise, cheekbone swollen and tender.

Casualties And Damage Assessment. 

The cursor on the document blinks right next to it. 

Write above the dotted line. Do it. It’s there. It’s not hard, it’s just a name—a name among thousands. You could be typing John Doe, and it should feel the same.

So do it, love.

Type it in.

Type “Simon Riley”.

You feel your eyes sting wet. 

Johnny is still out there, searching for his whereabouts. Kyle’s with him, probably trying to be the voice of reason—the only one with a head still on his shoulders. The one who grabbed you and handed you to Price so he could slam you in the helo for takeoff. It left without Gaz and Soap in it.

Without Simon.

Crystal clear is the memory of Price’s finger pointed at your face as you huddled your knees to your chest—glossy, bloodshot eyes seemingly lost as they looked back at him, trying to find a compass to guide you through this dreadful darkness, through ice cold fear.

Instead, you found a scowl that struggled to mask a quiet threat beneath it, something you knew he’d been almost impatient to tell you.

Something you knew he knew.

You should’ve known better than to bring feelings into the job. I trusted you and your judgment and you failed me. You failed us.

But now all that feels so unimportant. Price’s disappointment is only another notch to your belt of failures, and you know it’s gonna get even thicker and tangled if you don’t type that name into that form.

If you don't prove to him and everyone else, yourself included, that you’re still somewhat sane. That you didn't lose your marbles on that day, only a chunk of your heart.

Nails tap nervously on your desk. The clock ticks out of beat. Your eye twitches restlessly, but you punch the keys. 

Simon Riley — MIA

A weary breath escapes you. 

Good girl. 

And the leftovers of your heart crack something vicious, a perpetual hairline fracture that will not go away. Your molars grind until your head hurts. Your eyes water, because it’s all happened so rapidly, that you don’t think you’ve had the time to metabolize it.

S’alright. S’alright. You did right.

You sniffle. Wet your lips. Your face screws up to keep it all inside because you can’t have him see you like this—he’s not here, and yet he might as well be, with how clear his voice is echoing in your head. 

Why shouldn’t it be? Your last talk was barely a week ago. Your last kiss not even ten days prior. 

Softer than the ones he’d given you before. Wet lips stealing your breath, big hands holding you tight by the waist.

The slow, purposeful drag of his cock inside of you as he flattened his chest to yours. The wordless whispers tumbling out of his mouth—uncontrolled, reverent of you. 

His lips on your skin, both selfish and selfless: descending to your throat, where the taste of you intoxicated him—and where you shivered, moaned, sunk your fingernails into his back, painting it red.

Your brows pull tight, but you can’t stand it a moment more, as that name typed black on white looks at you expectantly, like you could pull it out of there and bring it in your arms.

Don’t, sergeant. Need you sharp.

You cry, because logic is knocked back into you, and there is no Simon Riley if not the memories rushing in your head.

If not the weariness with which he’d invited to his flat for the first time. Burnt the eggs he cooked for you the next morning, as you slept soundly in his bed. Asked you to stay, even if you were as cautious as can be—a gazelle in the lion’s den. 

“Not fuckin’ it up, this time,” he’d told you. 

And even in your caution, you could recognize that silent pleading—that almost a year without you has taught him the pains he would endure to not go through it again.

It didn’t soothe your worries, but it did smooth down the line carved between your brows. 

You slump back on the chair and think of the times he’s told you there were no strings attached between you two, and how those strings inevitably formed.

How he’s annealed them, as time passed, going against everything he’s ever vouched for.

How he watched you snoop around his bedroom, allowing you to study his home and his habits—voluntarily and without an ounce of reluctance in him.

Sobs wreck you as you recall that night: you hadn’t even bothered wearing something, just tiptoed around naked the way you left the bed. 

You tinkered with the few framed photos he had on the shelves, recognizing the people in them: the team, your face squinting at the sun while wearing khakis, and the family he told you about as the muscles of his jaw jumped with tension.

How you scoured through his books, giddy when you double-tapped those you’d read too. 

Or how you smiled when you found the wrinkly receipt of that drive-through, dated on that day, being used as a bookmark in the novel you’d recommended him ages ago. 

You glanced his way every once in a while, just to make sure he was still asleep. Instead, you found a man bathed in moonlight and lazily wrapped in wrinkled sheets—a knowing smirk on his lips, one that made warmth bloom on your chest, all the way to your cheeks. 

He’d patted the spot next to him on the bed, inviting you back beside him. 

That was the first night you held each other for no other reason than the pleasure of being close.

In the days that came after, there were countless nights just like it.

And now, drowning in your own tears and snot, you don’t know if there will be more.

If you’d feel his thumb run along your jaw again, his fingers brushing down your spine—or pinching your cheeks to make you take a breath when you rambled on. 

If you’d feel his lips on yours, tasting you and your voice, with the veiled excuse to make you quiet. 

Wondering if he’ll ever smear greasepaint on your brow, if he’ll ever fix the straps of your vest.

Each tear that falls now is chock full of memories, old and lost. The ones you could’ve had but you’re not sure they’ll ever be. You cry, as you hold yourself together—arms around your chest, nails digging into your biceps, painful enough to anchor you back to earth.

You cry until your throat burns, until your eyes yield, and you fall asleep; the document blank on the screen, only his name as the blatant proof of your failures.

A hand rests on your shoulder. 

It’s soft at first, a thumb brushing against your collarbone. When you only shift, the grip gently tightens in a brief shake.

“Sergeant,” you hear.

Your eyes blink open, then, struggle against the crust formed between your lashes. They focus on an equally as tired pair of blues, a mouth that breathes some relief in your weary bones.

“John,” you croak, stretching your limbs behind your head until you hear a sequence of pops in your spine. 

You look around to assess where you are. The sunlight, dimming behind the windowpane, tells you that you’ve slept on your chair for half of the day.

Your neck tingles as it wakes, aching from the awkward position in which you fell asleep.

Blinking away the drowsiness, your eyes land on the document plastered on the screen. 

Your stomach turns into a boulder once again.

“What is it?” You say, returning your focus to Price standing next to your chair. You press your thumb between your brows to dispel a migraine sure to fall upon you. “Almost done with the report, gimme a few more ho—”

“He’s back, darling.” 

Your body deflates pitifully. Dread clogs your throat with ice, because Simon being back doesn’t necessarily mean he’s back alive. 

Your hands tremble as they land limp on your thighs, and you don’t care if you’re giving too much away; John already knows, after all, doesn’t he?

And he senses it: the gnawing fear, the supplication in your eyes.

“He’s in the med bay, overall lookin’ fine.”

You stand up so quickly that the chair is knocked back. 

Your vision gets spotty, and suddenly the poor nutrition of the past days rears its ugly head in the form of low blood sugar.

John senses it and places a hand on your bicep when you wobble on your feet.

“Bit dehydrated, few scraps here and there, but eh—" A tired smile stretches his lips as he squeezes your shoulder. “We both know it takes a lot more to bring down tha’ bastard.”

John can’t even finish his sentence that you’re curled on your laptop, typing something he can’t see. You stand upright, and with a rush of thank yous that barely make sense, you bolt out of the door.

The captain huffs and rubs his face in exhaustion, before his eyes swivel to the screen.

Casualties And Damage Assessment. 

Simon Riley — MIA & found

He sits there, hunched on the gurney like he’s too big to fit on it. His uniform has taken a lighter hue because of sunlight and dust from the unforgiving desert. A nurse is fumbling with a tube on his arm, a needle already inserted in the crook of his elbow for rapid hydration. There are two crumpled bottles of water on the shelf right next to the gurney, and even though Simon's still hiding under the mask, you're sure he's just finished chugging on both.

Johnny stands by his side, arms crossed and a lazy smile on his face. Sunburnt cheeks and a dusting of freckles on his nose. 

Kyle talks to a doctor, fiddling with his cap in hand—you catch words like “bruised ribs” and “sunstroke” and something about his ankle but you’re not sure. They get lost in the chatter surrounding you when Simon lifts his head and clocks you at the door.

You stare at each other for what feels like centuries, his eyes always sharp as those of a hawk—yet a little more tired, this time. A little more rough.

When the nurse moves away to tinker with the IV bag, Simon’s hand on his thigh twitches, and he subtly beckons two fingers at you. 

It’s all you need.

You beeline your way through passing doctors and nurses alike, until you come to stand in front of him, long legs dangling off the gurney. He’s subtly parted them for you, but Johnny has noticed it and he’s sporting a smarmy grin because of it.

You decide he can have it for today. 

Jaw clenched, you swallow before you speak. “Gave us a scare, yeah?” 

He doesn’t answer, because his eyes are locked to the thin white bandages taped to your brow. His focus shifts to your cheekbone, then, and the mauve shade it’s taken after the bombs went off out of the blue.

“Quite the shiner you got.” He drawls.

His voice is raspier from disuse, almost a croak. It makes your heart soar and your spine shiver, because it feels like years since he’s gone radio silent. 

You gesture vaguely at it, a slight shrug of your shoulder as you try to hide how tight your throat has gone at the realization that he’s alive and kicking, and not an unnamed corpse under some rubble.

“Yeah,” you reply, “Shrapnels—uh, something hit me when those things went off. Just a bruise.”

A sentence he’s heard more times than he cares to count, but he seems unfazed by it this time around. Maybe the relief of being safe has finally set his priorities straight.

You smile wearily, uncharacteristically quiet even as you try to make light of it. “Reckon purple’s my colour, eh?”

He nudges an admonishing foot to your knee. You lose your balance for a moment and blink back at him with a frown.

“Reckon it ain’t.” He grunts with a pointed look, as if you said something unbelievably stupid. But then his voice softens. “But it’s hard for things to look bad on ya, eh?” 

His eyes are crinkled at the corners. Simon smiles through them at you. “Still, tha’ bruise ain't it, if ya ask me.”

You huff.

“Flatterer.”

“Thought we’d established flattery worked jus’ fine with ya, mh?” 

You choke on a laugh, running the back of your fingers to your lips.

“Yeah, yeah.” You clear your throat, trying to dissipate the warmth in your cheeks. "Got it."

If you two weren’t so lost in this conversation, you wouldn’t have missed the baffled look Johnny was giving you both, talking like he wasn’t there to witness it all. 

But now Simon looks at you with such an intensity that Johnny’s behavior falls into the background.

There is no discovering Simon Riley, today; he’s taken the toll of discovering you, because while you’ve always cared and he’s always known, your eyes are telling him that there’s something he’s yet to find.

Or perhaps he’s found it already, ages back, when you called his name in his sheets, when you bit a promise on his fingers, when he coloured your skin with his own—kisses and sweat and grease.

When you left, and he inevitably drifted—a demagnetized compass that couldn’t find its north again, and you were just as adrift.

Good luck, you’d said. And fucking hell he’s needed plenty of it—found it too, it seems, since he’s back where he’s safe. Where he’s home.

“You alrigh’, yeah?” You ask, causing his mind to flounder back to earth.

His throat bobs.

Simon nods stiffly but doesn’t speak. 

Johnny sighs heavily and takes the burden from his shoulder instead. 

“Aye, he’s a big lad, hen.” He rumbles from your side, and you turn your body to him to give him your attention—wide-eyed like you’d forgotten he was there at all. 

Johnny snorts.

He starts to ramble on, and you listen intently to how they found Simon crawling blindly towards them, as he and Kyle ran in his direction.

Simon’s eyes, however, are on you. 

And so are his fingers. 

Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees and starts tracing subtle patterns on the back of your thigh. 

A tickle that would normally make your knees jerk, but you push through and stay still—because what if he stops, then. What if he believes you don’t want him to touch you, after almost a week with no clue about his well-being.

God forbid he pulls away. 

God forbid he thinks you don’t want his hands all over once again, and from this day on.

As Johnny tries to fit some light in the dusk of your eyes, Simon discretely hooks one of his fingers in the pocket of your fatigues and doesn’t let go—holding onto you as much as you are to him. In fact, one of your hands lands on his knuckles, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the inside of his wrist.

“Doc said you can go rest in your room for tonight,” Kyle’s voice pitches in. “Just come back tomorrow for a checkup.”

Johnny beams at that. The world weighing on your shoulders suddenly lifts an inch, and you manage to take a breath. 

“No injuries, then?” You ask, turning between Simon’s parted legs. 

His forefinger stays hooked at the hem of your pocket even when you do.

“Nope.” Kyle smiles. “A concussion, maybe, since he’s not being chatty—oh, wait.”

Simon grunts. “Piss off.”

It’s only when he's done with the IV bag that you’re finally helping him carry his things to his quarters. 

Johnny and Kyle don’t bat an eye when you offer to take the lead, and you stop wondering whether they’re aware of your and Simon’s thing the moment Johnny gives you a glaringly obvious wink.

Simon tries to hide a limp as you walk through the hallway, and you’d love to keep his stupid pride intact for his sake, but yours has gone and drowned in the shitter the moment you broke down into sobs in front of Price. 

So, you don’t see why his can’t be a little bruised too, tonight.

You hook your arm around his waist, mindful of those eventual bruised ribs you heard the doctor talk about with Kyle. Simon only looks down at you but doesn’t put up a fight—instead, he leans into you and unexpectedly accepts your help.

When he hands you his key, you try to fit it in the keyhole and fail a few times, until you force your hand to stop shaking and the lock clicks. You two stumble inside, as the heavy door closes with a loud thud. 

His backpack is dropped carelessly, key on the floor next to it.

“Easy, there.” You whisper, noticing how he almost tumbles onto the mattress. 

A deep, drawn-out sigh escapes him as his whole body deflates now that he’s sitting somewhere comfortable.

You crouch in front of him. 

No words are exchanged as your fingers work with the straps of his vest on each side. Simon carefully lifts his arms to help you help him, and it’s the first time in years of camaraderie in which he’s actually cooperating. 

Vest on the floor. Gloves off. His tac belt is carelessly tossed behind you, as you unlace his boots with his eyes burning holes down at you.

“You need a shower,” you mumble as you slide one boot off his foot. “And then I’ll check those bruises myself, see if I can help somehow.”

Simon is deadly silent. 

Or maybe it’s you who can’t quite catch any sound, as the blood rushes in your ears, your heart a violent drum.

“Gonna take a look at your leg too.” You go on, relentless, as your voice cracks unbidden. “It’s probably just a sprained ankle, but it’s better to ma—”

His hand cups your jaw, then, stopping your endless ramble. 

You stain the cracked skin of his palm with tears you didn’t know were falling. Simon holds your face until you find it in yourself to look up at him. 

He peers down at you through the eyehole of the balaclava, ripped and singed in various spots as a testament to his survival.

He presses a thumb against the corner of your mouth, forcing it into a plastic smile. But those teardrops are still regrettably streaking your cheeks, your lips still trembling in a fruitless attempt to keep quiet.

His other hand comes to grab your bicep to help you up. 

You’re on shaky legs, probably worse than the stagger he had when walking down the hallways. You come to a stand right between his thighs nonetheless, pressing your palms on his shoulders for balance.

Simon doesn’t speak as he looks up at you—doesn’t have the strength to do it, nor does he know what to say when you look so vulnerably lost. 

He uses actions, instead. 

Languidly, he slides the balaclava off his head, showing the cuts on his skin that match the rips on his mask. His forehead is ruddy and chapped, flaky skin peels off the bridge of his nose right where it gets redder and inflamed. His lips look thinner and pale, like he hasn’t had a good gulp of water in a while.

Your brows pinch and you instinctively lean forward until your noses brush. 

Simon takes a generous look at you, taking note of all the things left unsaid that are so clearly etched into the fine lines of your face. 

He nods softly, like he knows you need him to give you the green light.

And so, you kiss him right then, not wasting a moment longer. You both don’t bother to pretend to build up the tension when the rubber band has obviously already snapped. He parts his mouth for you and tilts his head until you can only breathe him in.

You taste the salt of your own tears, and his acetone breath of days spent without having a bite. You reckon yours isn’t much different—fear and hunger your only companions in his absence. Similar desperation in his hands running up your spine, in the panting of his breath, clogging your lungs already filled with a cocktail of dread and relief—poisonous, yet so comforting.

His arms are sore, muscles taut, but he uses them anyway to wrap around your thighs, bringing you in. 

But it’s then that you stop: when your knees dig into the mattress on each side of his hips—your hands softly pressed to his chest to push him away. 

His eyes land on your lips, already swollen and glossy after he’s kissed them to bits. He watches them move when you speak, entranced, as tears trail into the corners of your mouth.

You think he’s a bit lost in that moment, possibly not entirely listening to what you’re saying, yet that doesn’t stop you from rambling like time is running out.

“You have to shower and rest; we can’t be doing this now.” You’re stumbling over your words. “What if you got a broken rib that might puncture your lung, I gotta be careful.”

He blinks, snapping out of his head. Brows tight in a frown, he lifts his arm and grabs the nape of your neck, pulling you in.

“No, you gotta come 'ere.”

Your lips crash onto his. 

The salt of your tears stings your tongues, dancing together just because your mouth is already open, busy mumbling something under your breath.

“Simon,” you’re saying, but not in the way he likes. “Listen—”

He stops. Sighs like the world has been dropped on his shoulders, breath heavy in your mouth.

His eyes shut close, lips to lips ready to ravage yet both stand still and anticipating. His fingers flex at the back of your neck, others dimple the fat of your thigh through your trousers. 

Anxiety has your stomach in a clutch, and you fear he knows because he can read you like a book, easy as anything, like he’s taken notes through your pages firsthand.

When Simon gazes back at you, his eyes are close enough for you to distinguish the bloodshot whites, the enlarged pupils eating at the chestnut irises. You don’t look at his lips, but you feel with yours how he tentatively opens his mouth a few times, as if he wants to say something but thinks back on it every time.

Until he speaks.

“Please.” 

You want to give in. Have him show you he’s still alive in the only way he knows: with the touch of his hands, the flawless glide of his body with yours.

But you’re relentless, and you mimic him—if not even more desperately. “Please.”

He sighs, completely disarmed.

Both his hands come to cradle your jaw, then. He starts tracing a path with his lips—kisses so tender you can barely feel them, landing blindly on your cheeks.

“Just a few days out there, just—” he murmurs, voice low and breathy. “Fuckin’ sweltered all day, then soon as the sun fucked off—cold as a witch’s tit.”

He breathes a hoarse chuckle, such a weak one that instead of stealing a smile it pulls and knots at your heartstrings.

You gulp. It’s fruitless, there’s something lodged in your throat so thick you abandon any effort to identify it. Fear peaks, however. Cold as the harshest of winters.

You stay silent. You listen. No questions asked, no interjections of any kind. A dance you’ve learned over time, from past mistakes you promised to never make again.

“Been through worse, y’know?” he mutters to your skin, words interrupted only by his own kisses on your cheeks. “Much bloody worse—an' this? This was nothin’. Part an' parcel of the job, love, bound to happen sooner or later.”

He pulls back, his gaze meeting yours as though he could show you what he’s endured, like snapshots unfolding in a reel of film.

Your fingers lace through his hair, and specks of sand and grime settle under your fingernails as you scratch his scalp. Slowly, you lean in, and press a kiss to his forehead.

Simon imperceptibly softens against you, like his body wants to but his head won’t allow him. The muscles in his shoulder are taut but the ones in his neck are loose and flaccid, head bowed to your lips.

“But fuck—” he breathes. “Never been so bloody scared.”

When he takes his hands away from your face to wrap his arms around your waist, you know better than to move—as if the ghost of his fingers still lingers at your jaw. 

He holds you closer. Fists your shirt between his fingers until it’s pulled tight around your middle. 

Seconds pass, in which you do nothing but wait with bated breath for him to elaborate further.

“But not f’ me.” He sighs. “Don’t care if I live or die, yeah?”

It’s not a surprising statement. It doesn’t leave you as floored as it should’ve. 

It’s one you’ve internalized so long ago, even before you two engaged with this nonsense of a thing that only ended up hurting you both.

When you first got to know him, it fell upon you not slowly like a setting sun, but more so like a comet crossing the sky—quick and sharp. Burnt itself into your bones, in the crevices of your heart: that in front of you was a man who didn’t care for his life. A ticking time bomb bound to blow up.

And this knowledge properly slapped you when he went MIA. 

A handful of days of nausea and shaking limbs.

Days in which you bit your nails until they bled, refusing to mourn a dead body you couldn’t see.  

“You listenin’?” He asks hoarsely.

Gingerly, you nod. Your lips brush his forehead. They’re wet. Tears are falling again, salt as needles puncturing the cracks of your lips. 

“You get it, yeah?” He murmurs, and this time it’s him who guides your eyes back to his. They’re dark and heavy with sorrow and, for once, not chained shut.

Days in which you didn’t know where he was—if he was at all. 

His eyes search for yours. Palms to your cheeks like you’re made of glass and might shatter if he holds you too tight.

“You get it?” He asks again, low and breathless.

Days in which he didn’t know where you were—if you were at all, too.

“I do,” you croak.

There's a sense of grounding, then—tectonic plaques settling back after the earthquake. The needle of your compass locks back into place, finally pointing North—no longer caught in an erratic spin.

And it’s so quiet after that. 

Two words that hang in the air and cut the tension in half, until it finally dissipates when he brushes the hair off your forehead.

Simon holds your eyes for a moment more before he brings your lips to his own. 

He kisses you slowly like he doesn’t know the way you like it, like he’s doing it for the first time. 

And maybe, he is.

That night, Simon doesn’t fuck you. 

He’s naked, just out of the shower you helped him take. He sits at the edge of the bed, fists curled around the blanket haphazardly thrown over it, towel crumpled at his feet. 

His skin is damp, glistening under the low lights—gentle highlight of scars you’ve traced, and newer ones. The knotted lines and the inflamed cuts. The pale stretches of skin interrupted by speckled purples, greens, yellows—entire galaxies blooming on his shoulder, on his ribs, on his abdomen and on his thighs.

If that isn’t enough to make your knees buckle, enough to make your heart crack, it’s his request that does it.

“Stay,” he croaks.

That’s just how he says it, blunt as ever—gritted through his teeth, still coarse in the attempt at tenderness. Trying to fit in a role he’s never thought he’d get the chance to play; where he's not a killer, only a man.

That night, Simon doesn’t fuck you, no.

Simon holds you to his side, deaf to your protests when he guides you to lean your cheek to his heart—all the be careful’s stumbling out of your lips tossed out the window by the very man they were meant for.

Still, he brushes your hair, fingers gently lacing through it. His hand faintly trembles—discomfort in the unfamiliar, you think. 

However, even in their uncertainty, the gesture’s enough to make you fall asleep, lulled by the warmth of his body tucked under the duvet with you. Pine needles of his body wash, vestiges of tobacco, antiseptic you smeared on his cuts—the strange familiarity of it, the comfort you hope he's found too.

And maybe you’re dreaming. Maybe it’s the delirium — the adrenaline crash, the hunger, the sleepless nights. Or maybe it’s just the overwhelming relief of having him here, real and warm, alive with blood that still runs.

You feel it rumble in his chest first, before it properly travels to your ears.

A curse. Drawn out, rouged with tender resignation, with honeyed surrender. A beautifully dreadful feeling, conveniently compacted into a single, wretched word. 

Wet lips touch your forehead. They brush left and right but never press in a proper kiss.

“You get it, uh?”

A sigh, then. Or a hoarse chuckle, maybe—you’re not sure. Warm breath grazes your forehead, tickles your scalp until shivers tiptoe gently down your spine and you unconsciously huddle closer.

Simon only holds you more thoroughly.

“Can't fuckin' believe it,” he whispers. 

There's something feather-light in his voice that betrays a hint of careful awe—jarring, misplaced, especially after days scraping by on the very edge of life.

Something akin to hope.

A lot from a man who insists he doesn't care if he lives or dies.

Still, Simon doesn’t bother to conceal it—perhaps because he thinks you're long asleep, perhaps because he doesn't care about hiding at all, not anymore. It curls into his vowels, bleeds golden into his tongue clicking at each t.

“Yeah,” he breathes. Kisses your forehead. “Now I get it too.”

Cesium-133, let it be. Cesium-134, let it be even more.

Periodic Table Regions [Explained]

Transcript

[A periodic table with regions labeled.]

[Hydrogen:] Slightly fancy protons [Lithium and Beryllium:] Weird dirt [Group 1 & 2 metals, Periods 3-4:] Regular dirt [Group 1 & 2 metals, Periods 5-7:] Ends in a number, let it slumber ends in a letter, not much better [Left side of the transition metals group:] Boring alloy metals Probably critical to the spark plug industry or something (but one of them is radioactive so stay on your toes) [Most of the top row of the transition metals + aluminum:] Regular metals [Below the rightmost "regular metals" - the "ordinary metals" and some transition metals:] Weird metals [The platinum group:] $$$$ [Boron:] Boron (fool's carbon) [Carbon, Nitrogen, Oxygen, and Phosphorus:] You are here [The Halogens:] Safety goggles required [Noble Gases:] Lawful neutral [Iodine and Radon:] Very specific health problems [Ordinary metals and metalloids - Arsenic, Antimony, Tellurium, Thallium, Lead, Bismuth, Polonium] Murder weapons [Astatine and Period 7 from Rutherfordium onwards:] Don't bother learning their names - they're not staying long [Lanthanides and Actinides:] Whoever figures out a better way to fit these up there gets the next Nobel Prize

An Absolute Guide To Manage Your Time And Energy For School

If you struggle with time management and are still struggling, then maybe this short guide can help you become better, not perfect but better.

These are not time management techniques, no. None of the techniques personally worked for me because let's be honest. It's not that practical. I'm someone who does not get Pomodoro, nor can i get anything done if i write it down.

It's a mockery really but here are some adjustments that i made that helped me manage my time and energy.

Between classes/breaks/lunch

Have some incomplete work? Do it between classes. The short breaks. The teacher is 5 mins late? Complete at least some of the work, you might not believe it but you get a lot of things done when you add the spare time.

Travel

If you have a lot of travel time, do some of your studying then. If you get headaches, just do active recall or skim through notes, try to revise. You can even practice for tests, take your question paper and try answering the questions in your head.

Home=Studies

I personally only prefer studies at home. All written assignments, essays, extra curriculars, everything is only during school hours (If you don't have the "time". Do it during breaks). Because home is the one place you have minimal distractions beside your gadgets so use that opportunity in any way you can.

Mental lists and Accountability Partners

Normal to do list never work for me so i always keep a mental list of tasks i have to do every single day. It helps. An additional tip is to keep an accountability partner, share your tasks with each other and keep each other on track. Make it more challenging by making each other do something like a dare or something stupid if you don't complete your lists.

No time allotments

I personally feel that keeping a time allotted for every subject/topic is unnecessary like it doesn't work for me. I'll change the subjects when i'm bored. I'll take a break when i feel tired. Having time allotted is like a barrier. (At least for me) It will take time for you to understand difficult topics. Easy concepts can be fitted in the allotted time but difficult ones need more time and energy.

Only important things in the morning

Mornings are the best things that can possibly happen. I'm generally not a morning person, seriously but if you have to study complex topics or if you have some kind of important work then do it in the morning. Nobody disturbs you. Everyone is asleep. You can concentrate on your work and your mind is fresh, you can grasp more things and get your work done by the time everyone gets up.

Get in the flow

Learning things is not difficult. Making aesthetic lists and vision boards is not difficult. Anyone can do it, hell, everyone does it. Sticking to the process consistently is difficult.

You won't see results right away. It will take you time. It will take you energy so take a breath. Stick to the stuff longer than an hour and you'll actually see how difficult topics turn into easy ones. It normally takes 20 mins for you to actually get into "work" mode and it would take another 20 mins to actually get what you're trying to do.

Mindset Shift

What i realise when i look around me is that literally no one actually wants to do the hard work. Many of my friends literally give up after studying a hard topic, they don't put in the effort and the only thing i hear is "It's too hard and i don't have the time and energy right now" and that is the exact mindset that leads them to unwanted stress and cramming before a small test or an exam.

The thing is time is going to pass anyway so might as well get things done. And get it done in the best possible way. Period.

Get Assignment Done In Advance

My school gave me around 5 assignments every week or so, the only way i got them done was through doing all of the work during school hours. Complete them during breaks or free periods, after school or just between classes. And i know, sometimes you'll feel like "This is weird" because everyone else is relaxing and talking. You know what i did? I just sat with my group of friends and i just did my work (written work) while also talking to them. It's not as difficult as you think it is. It's more fun honestly. Honestly, after a while, they too joined me.

One Step Ahead

Look, it's really easy. Set what i call a "One In Advance". Your assignment is due in two weeks? Complete it by next week. Project due in one month. Complete it a week in advance. This is necessary because, when you start early, you finish it earlier than others so you can actually focus on some studying rather than wasting your time managing assignments and tests. You'll actually notice the difference in your stress levels when everything doesn't pile up. The trick is to complete everything before one week.

When You Feel Tired? Rest. Period.

This is non-negotiable. You don't force yourself to work when you are really tired. There is no use doing work when you feel exhausted.

The only thing i did for me to have a few extra hours per day is just allot my time. When i'm at school, it's fully work mode. Do your work and get things done. When i get back home, it's rest + study.

Hope this helps! :)

(By the way, in no way am i promoting toxic productivity. Rest when you need it and take time off. It is a crucial part. Don't. Forget. That. I'm providing you some daily adjustments that made my life easier and can do that to yours too)

How to Secure Admission as an International Student in UK Universities.

This article has been a long time coming. I decided to put together useful tips to help international students from Africa, who dream of pursuing a postgraduate degree in the UK, you’re not alone. As one, who ventured on this path alone without the help or support of a travel agent, to becoming an international student ambassador, I have detailed all the steps I took to make your transition smooth.

Every year, over 430,000 international students from 180+ countries study in the UK’s diverse and world-class universities . In fact, nearly half of those students are in postgraduate programs proving that the UK is a top destination for master’s and PhD studies.

The UK postgraduate application process for international students can seem daunting, but this friendly guide (from one international student to another) will walk you through each key step, from initial research to enrollment with tips tailored for African applicants.

By following these steps rightly, you’ll be well on your way to study in the UK.

Step 1: Research UK Universities and Postgraduate Courses

The first step is to research the courses and universities that match your interests and career goals. The UK has a wide variety of postgraduate programs, one-year taught Master’s degrees (e.g. MA, MSc), research degrees (MPhil/PhD), MBAs, and more across dozens of universities. Here’s how to get started:

• Identify your field of study:

Think about your intended subject and whether you want a taught course or research-based program. For example, do you want an MSc in Data Science or an MBA in Finance? This will narrow down your options.

• Use course search tools:

Leverage official resources like the UCAS postgraduate course search tool to find courses across different universities . You can filter by subject, location, and start date. The British Council’s Study UK site also has a course and scholarship finder to explore programs in the UK. (Useful Links and Sources are below)

• Check university rankings & reputation:

While rankings aren’t everything, they can give you an idea of a university’s strengths. More importantly, read about each university’s facilities, faculty, and support for international students. Many UK universities have a strong track record of research and teaching quality.

• Consider location and environment:

Do you prefer a bustling city like London or a quieter town? The UK offers big metropolitan campuses and smaller campus towns. Factor in cost of living too – London can be more expensive than other cities.

• Connect with current students or alumni:

If possible, reach out to African students currently studying in the UK (through social media groups or alumni networks). They can share first-hand insights about their university and course.

Personal Protip: You can choose to attend education fairs hosted by the British Council in your country, where UK university representatives could answer your questions. This would help you feel more confident about shortlisting your target universities.

Step 2: Check Admission Requirements (Qualifications and Language)

Once you have a shortlist of courses, the next step is to check the entry requirements for each program to ensure you’re eligible. UK universities will clearly list the qualifications and documents needed for admission. Pay attention to:

• Academic qualifications:

Verify that your undergraduate degree is equivalent to the UK requirements. Most UK Master’s programs require the equivalent of a bachelor’s degree with a certain grade (often a Second Class Honours upper division or “2:1” for competitive courses, or at least a 2:2 for others). Each school may have guidance on international qualifications. For example, the University of Cambridge advises applicants to “check that your non-UK qualifications meet the course requirements” . If you’re unsure how your African degree (e.g. a Nigerian BSc or a Ghanaian bachelor’s) compares, you can consult resources like UK ENIC (formerly NARIC) or ask the university’s admissions office for clarification. Generally, universities are familiar with common African qualifications and grading systems.

• English language proficiency:

If English isn’t your first language, you’ll need to prove you can speak, read, and write English at the required level . For most African countries, even if English is an official language (like Nigeria, Kenya, or Ghana), universities often require an English test unless you completed a prior degree in English. The typical tests accepted are IELTS or TOEFL. For instance, a university might ask for an IELTS score of 6.5 overall with no section below 6.0. Tip: Some universities may waive the test if you studied in English or have a high grade in a recognized English exam (like WAEC English in West Africa), but check the policy of each university. And remember, proof of English is not just for admission – it’s also needed for your visa. The UK visa requires you to meet a minimum English standard or come from an English-speaking country .

• Prerequisites and specific requirements:

Certain programs might have additional requirements. For example, an MBA might require work experience or a GMAT score; a PhD program will likely ask for a research proposal and to find a supervisor; some creative courses may require a portfolio. Make sure you note any such requirements early so you can prepare for them.

• Application deadlines:

Unlike undergraduate programs that have fixed UCAS deadlines, postgraduate application deadlines can vary. Many UK universities have rolling admissions for Masters courses, but popular programs (or scholarships) may have specific deadlines. Check if the course has a deadline or a recommended latest date to apply (often a few months before the course start). It’s generally advised to apply at least 6-9 months in advance. As an international student, applying early gives you time to sort out your visa and funding. (For courses starting in September, a good target is to apply by January–March of the same year.)

Note: Ensure that your name on all documents (passport, certificates, transcripts) is consistent. Any discrepancies (like different name spellings) should be backed by an affidavit or explanation, to avoid confusion during admission or visa stages. Also, if your documents aren’t in English (for example, French-speaking African countries), you’ll need official translations.

Step 3: Prepare Your Application Documents

With requirements in mind, start gathering and preparing the supporting documents you’ll need for your applications. A strong and complete application package will increase your chances of admission. Common application materials include:

• Academic transcripts and certificates:

You’ll need official transcripts from your undergraduate university, showing your courses and grades, and the degree certificate if you have graduated. If you’re in your final year of undergrad, you can usually apply with interim transcripts and provide the final result later. Make sure to have these documents in PDF format (and translated to English if necessary).

• Personal statement or statement of purpose:

This is a critical piece of your application where you introduce yourself, explain why you want to study the course, and how you’re qualified and motivated. It’s your chance to shine beyond grades. Be sure to tailor each personal statement to the specific course and university, mention what excites you about their program or faculty. Explain any aspects of your background (like projects, work experience, or research interests) that make you a good candidate. Keep the tone professional but genuine. As an African student, you can highlight unique perspectives or experiences you bring, but also convey that you understand what studying in the UK entails.

• Curriculum Vitae (CV)/Resume:

Most postgraduate applications will ask for your CV to detail your educational background, any work experience, internships, publications, or relevant skills. Focus on experiences related to your field. Keep it concise (1-2 pages) and up-to-date.

• Letters of recommendation (references):

Typically, you’ll need two academic references for a Masters application (often from professors or lecturers who know your work) . If you’ve been out of school for a while, one professional reference (from a supervisor at work) may be acceptable. It’s crucial to ask your referees early so they can enough have time to write a thoughtful recommendation. Provide them with your CV and statement so they have context. Universities usually have referees submit their letters directly through an online link or via official email, but you as the applicant will need to enter their contact details in the application system.

Pro tip: Don’t delay your application waiting for a slow professor to send the letter, you can often submit and have the letters added later. However, the admissions committee won’t review your application until references are received, so gently remind your referees if needed.

• Passport copy:

As an international applicant, you’ll be asked to upload a clear copy of your passport ID page. Make sure your passport will be valid through the duration of your studies. If it’s expiring soon, renew it now.

• Proof of English proficiency:

If required, attach your IELTS, TOEFL, or other test score report. Some universities allow you to apply first and provide the test result later as a condition of the offer. Check the policy, if you already have a satisfactory score, include it. (For example, you might upload your IELTS certificate showing you meet the minimum scores).

• Other documents:

Depending on the course, you may also need to include a research proposal (for research-based programs or PhDs), a portfolio of work (for art/design courses), or a writing sample. The application instructions will spell out if these are needed. Always read the specific requirements for each course and prepare those items.

Before submitting, be sure to double-check that all required documents are included. A missing document could delay your application review . Being organized and thorough at this stage sets you up for success.

Step 4: Submit Your Application (How to Apply to UK Universities from Africa)

Now comes the big moment, submitting your applications to the chosen university. Fortunately, the process of how to apply to UK universities from Africa is straightforward and done online.

But here’s what to expect:

• Direct applications vs. UCAS:

Unlike undergraduate admissions, which are done through the centralized UCAS system, most postgraduate applications are submitted directly to each university. You will typically create an account on the university’s online application portal, fill in your details, upload documents, and submit.

UCAS does have a service called UCAS Postgraduate, but it’s used by only a small number of institutions . In the vast majority of cases, you’ll apply on the university’s own website. (For example, if you’re applying to the University of Manchester and University of Leeds, you’ll fill out two separate online forms on their respective sites.)

• Application form:

Be prepared to fill in personal information (name, contact, etc.), details of your education history, and the course you’re applying for. You’ll either upload your personal statement as a file or paste it into a text box. The same goes for your CV. For references, you usually provide referee contact emails so the university can solicit the letters directly.

• Application fees:

Some UK universities charge an application fee for postgraduate programs (fees can range from £25 to £60 per application), while many others are free to apply. Check the university’s admissions page to see if there’s a fee and how to pay it (credit card online). Plan for these costs for each application, or seek fee waivers if available (occasionally, schools waive fees for certain countries or during fairs).

• Number of applications:

You can apply to multiple universities and it’s wise to do so to maximize your chances. There’s no official limit (unlike the 5-choice limit on UCAS undergrad), but I believe focusing on 2-5 well-chosen courses is better than spamming 10+ applications. Make sure each application is high quality and tailored .

• Tracking your application:

After submission, you’ll get a confirmation email or login where you can track your application status via an e-portal. Universities may take anywhere from a couple of weeks to a couple of months to respond. Some have rolling admissions and will send an offer as soon as a decision is made; others might batch process after a deadline.

Be patient, but if a long time passes beyond the typical response window indicated by the university, you can politely email the admissions office to inquire.

• Interviews (if applicable):

Some people say most taught Master’s programs do not require an interview, but some courses (like an MBA or certain scholarships, or PhD admissions) might request an interview or video call. However, if you’re invited to one, do well to prepare by reviewing your application and being ready to discuss your motivation and background. It’s a good sign it means you’re a strong candidate.

Tip: Throughout the application process, check your email (and spam folder) regularly. Universities may reach out if any document is missing or if they have updates. Respond promptly to any requests to keep your application moving.

Step 5: Explore Scholarships and Funding Opportunities

Studying in the UK can be quite expensive, so it’s crucial to plan how you’ll finance your education. The good news is that there are scholarships and funding opportunities available specifically for international students. Here’s how to maximize your funding chances:

• University scholarships and bursaries:

Many UK universities offer scholarships or tuition discounts for international students. These could be merit-based or country-specific. Once you have offers (or even before, while researching), check the financial aid section of each university’s website. Look for awards like “International Excellence Scholarship” or faculties that have funds for postgraduate students. Deadlines for university scholarships are often early, so keep track (some require you to have an offer in hand by a certain date).

• UK government scholarships:

The UK government runs prestigious scholarship programs for international postgraduates. For example, Chevening Scholarships offer fully funded one-year master’s degrees in the UK (covering tuition, living expenses, and flights) . This is a highly competitive program for future leaders in various fields, and many African countries are eligible.

Another major program is the Commonwealth Scholarships, which fund postgraduate studies for students from Commonwealth countries (which includes many African nations) . These scholarships target talented individuals who have potential to make an impact in their home countries.

GREAT Scholarships is another option (in partnership with UK universities) that offers funding to students from select countries in Africa and Asia, for instance, GREAT scholarships for Nigeria, Kenya, Ghana, etc., typically providing £10,000 toward tuition.

• External scholarships and sponsors:

You can also look into scholarships offered by organizations or governments in your home country. Some African governments and banks sponsor students for studies abroad. Additionally, international bodies like the Joint Japan/World Bank Graduate Scholarship or PTDF (for Nigerian oil/gas studies) or the Mastercard Foundation Scholars Program (available only for certain universities) may be options depending on your background. The UK’s Foreign, Commonwealth & Development Office (FCDO) also supports programs like Chevening and Commonwealth shared scholarships.

• Scholarship search databases:

Utilize databases to find scholarships you might qualify for. The British Council’s Study UK website lets you search for scholarships by country and subject . Also, platforms like Scholarships for Development or Opportunity Desk list scholarship opportunities for African students. Always verify any scholarship’s legitimacy and apply by the stated deadline with all required documents (often a separate application with essays or references).

• Budgeting and part-time work:

If scholarships don’t cover everything, plan your budget. As a student visa holder, you can work part-time up to 20 hours per week during term (and full-time on holidays) to help with living costs. However, don’t rely solely on part-time work to fund tuition or major expenses, you must show proof of funds for the visa.

It’s better to secure funding beforehand. That said, a part-time job or graduate assistantship can supplement your experience and income once you’re there.

• Education loans:

If necessary, explore loan options. Some local banks offer student loans for overseas study, or there are international loan providers for students. Be mindful of interest rates and repayment. A scholarship or grant is always preferable to a loan if you can get it.

Tip: Begin scholarship applications early, often around the same time you apply for admission. Many major scholarships (like Chevening) require you to apply almost a year in advance of the course start. Also, note that you usually need at least a conditional offer (or unconditional offer) from a UK university to finalize scholarship awards, so the application steps go hand-in-hand. Stay organized with a calendar for all scholarship deadlines.

Step 6: Accept an Offer and Apply for your UK Student Visa

Congratulations are in order, from here on now after applying, hopefully, you’ll start receiving offer letters. UK universities usually issue two types of offers:

• Conditional Offer: This means you have a place pending meeting certain conditions. Common conditions include achieving a specific final grade if you’re still studying, providing further documents, or meeting an English language requirement. For instance, you might need to send your official degree certificate or an IELTS result. Once you fulfil the conditions, the offer becomes unconditional.

• Unconditional Offer: This means you’ve met all requirements and secured your place. If you receive multiple offers, take time to compare them, consider factors like ranking, course content, location, cost, and funding. You’ll need to accept one offer (and usually decline others) by a deadline. Some universities ask for a tuition deposit to confirm your acceptance (this deposit will later count toward your fees). Pay attention to any deposit requirement and refund policy, as you might need to pay this before they issue your visa documents.

Getting your CAS (Confirmation of Acceptance for Studies)

Once you have an unconditional offer and you’ve firmly accepted it, your university will issue a Confirmation of Acceptance for Studies (CAS). The CAS is an electronic document (with a unique reference number) that confirms you have been accepted into a course and is required for your student visa application . The university (which is a licensed student sponsor) typically issues the CAS a few months before your course starts, often after you have met all conditions and paid any necessary deposit. You will receive the CAS number via email, along with details of your course, fees, and a summary of any payments made.

Important: Check the information in your CAS email carefully (name, course title, duration, fees) for any errors. You will need the exact CAS number when filling out your visa application, and you must apply for your visa within 6 months of receiving the CAS .

Applying for the Student Visa

International students (including all African countries) require a Student Visa to study in the UK. Here are the key steps for the visa process:

• When to apply: You can apply for the student visa up to 6 months before your course start date (if applying from outside the UK) . It’s recommended to apply as soon as you have your CAS and required documents ready, since you’ll want to leave ample time for processing and any unforeseen delays. Most visa decisions are made within about 3 weeks if you apply from your home country , but it can take longer during busy periods or if additional checks are needed.

• How to apply: Visa applications are done online on the official UK government website. Start at the official UK Government Student Visa page and follow the instructions. You will create an account, fill in personal and travel details, enter your CAS number, and pay the visa fee (and a healthcare surcharge for the NHS).

• Documents needed for visa: Key documents include:

• CAS (from your university)

• Proof of finances: You must show you have enough money to cover your first year’s tuition (minus any paid deposit or scholarship shown on your CAS) and living expenses for up to 9 months. The UK Government sets a maintenance amount you need per month (e.g. around £1,334 per month in London or £1,023 per month outside London, as of recent guidelines) multiply that by 9 months to get the total required funds . This money needs to have been in your bank account (or your parent’s account) for at least 28 days in a row, evidenced by bank statements or an official bank letter. Alternatively, an official scholarship letter or sponsor letter can satisfy this requirement if it covers the amounts.

• Proof of English proficiency: If your CAS indicates you met the university’s English requirement or if you are from an English-speaking country, you typically won’t need to separately prove it for the visa. Otherwise, you may need to provide your IELTS for UKVI test results or other approved language test certificate .

• Passport (valid) and passport photos: You’ll submit your passport for the visa vignette (sticker) to be placed, so make sure it’s not expiring. You also may need recent passport-sized photographs depending on application center requirements (many now take your photo digitally).

• Tuberculosis (TB) test certificate: Applicants from many African countries are required to undergo a TB test at a UK-approved clinic and get a certificate if studying in the UK for more than 6 months. Check the UK government site if your country is on the list where a TB test is needed and obtain the certificate before your visa appointment . (For example, Nigeria, Kenya, Ghana, and many others do require a TB clearance certificate.)

• Academic Technology Approval Scheme (ATAS) certificate (if applicable): If you are going for a postgraduate course in certain sensitive science or engineering fields (like some nuclear physics, biosciences, etc.), and you are a national of a country that requires ATAS, you must apply for an ATAS certificate before your visa. Your university will inform you if this is needed for your course (common for certain MSc/PhD programs). ATAS can take several weeks to be granted, so apply early if required .

• Biometrics and interview: As part of the visa process, you’ll schedule an appointment at a Visa Application Centre in your country to submit your biometrics (fingerprints and photo). Occasionally, some students might be asked for a short credibility interview (via video link) where an officer asks about your study plans. Don’t be nervous – just answer honestly about why you chose your course and university. This is to ensure you are a genuine student.

• Decision and visa vignette: Once approved, you’ll get a vignette (sticker) in your passport that allows entry to the UK, and you’ll later collect a Biometric Residence Permit (BRP) card in the UK. If for any reason your visa is refused, you’ll be given a reason – if this happens, you can correct the issue and reapply or appeal, but let’s hope all goes well the first time by preparing carefully!

Tip: Double-check that the name on your CAS, academic documents, and bank statements match your passport. Discrepancies can raise flags during visa processing. Also, do not book non-refundable flights until you have your visa in hand. While processing is usually quick, delays can occur.

Step 7: Prepare for Departure and Enrollment in the UK

With your visa approved, you’re almost at the finish line! Now it’s time to make practical arrangements for moving to the UK and starting your studies. Here are the final steps:

• Arrange for accommodation: Look into housing options as soon as you have an offer (even before visa). Most universities guarantee accommodation for international postgraduates if you apply by a certain date. University halls of residence are a great way to meet other students and simplify your move. Alternatively, you can rent privately. Many African students in the UK choose to stay in university accommodations at least for the first year for convenience. Whichever you choose, sort it out before you arrive to avoid last-minute stress.

• Book your travel: Book a flight to the UK, aiming to arrive a week or two before your course or orientation begins. This gives you time to settle in. Remember, you can arrive up to one month before your course start date on the student visa (for courses longer than 6 months) . Check baggage allowances you’ll want to bring some essentials but you can buy many things (bedding, kitchenware) after arrival or via the university’s accommodation services.

• Prepare documents to carry: In your hand luggage, keep important documents: your passport with visa, university offer/CAS letter, financial evidence that you used for your visa, and TB certificate if you needed one. Immigration officers at the UK border may ask to see these. Also have your accommodation confirmation easily accessible.

• Arrival in the UK: When you land, follow the signs for International Student check-in if available, or regular immigration. The officer will check your visa and passport, and might ask a couple of questions (carry those documents just in case). After clearing immigration, collect your bags and proceed to your university (many universities run a pick-up service from major airports on certain dates, check if yours does and sign up).

• Collect your BRP and register: If your visa required you to collect a Biometric Residence Permit (BRP) on arrival (check your visa letter), make sure to pick it up within 10 days. Often you can collect it on campus or at a local post office. Your university’s international student support will guide you on this.

• Enroll at university: You’ll need to formally register/enroll with your university in person. During enrollment/orientation week, you’ll show your passport/visa, your original certificates (some universities check your degree certificate or transcripts in person), and complete any remaining paperwork.

After enrollment, you’ll get your student ID card. That means you are now officially a student in the UK.

• Attend orientation and settle in: Take advantage of any induction or open-day programs. There may be sessions for international students to brief you on banking, healthcare (register with a GP, pay any health surcharge if not already), getting a student Oyster card (if in London) or other transport discounts, etc. It’s also a great time to meet fellow students. Many African student associations or international societies might host welcome events join those to find your community abroad.

Tip: The UK may have a different academic culture. Don’t hesitate to ask questions in class, talk to professors during office hours, and seek help from student services if needed. Universities offer support in everything from study skills to mental health and career advice . Embrace the experience, it’s okay to feel culture shock at first, but you’ll find your rhythm soon.

Conclusion:

Applying to UK universities as an international student from Africa is a journey that requires effort and patience, but each step is manageable with the right information and mindset. From researching the perfect course to clicking “submit” on your application, from securing a scholarship to packing your bags you are on your way to an exciting educational adventure.

I hope this step-by-step guide I managed to break down has demystified the process and empowered you to get started. If you have any questions or want to share your own experiences/tips, please leave a comment below, let’s help each other out. If you found this guide helpful, feel free to share it with fellow students or prospects who are also hoping to study in the UK.

Your future UK campus life is closer than you think. Good luck with your applications, and who knows soon you might be boarding a flight to the UK, ready to write your own success story. 🇬🇧🎓

I wish you all the best. Cheers.

Sources & Useful Links:

• UCAS – Postgraduate UK: International Students (how to apply and benefits)

• UK Government – Student Visa Requirements and Overview

• British Council Study UK – Scholarships for International Students (Chevening, Commonwealth, etc.)

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Source: How to Secure Admission as an International Student in UK Universities.

Habits that changed my life for the better

I stopped joking about myself. It was mostly about suicide jokes (it was a decision that I made after the worst moment of my journey with depression, if I can call it that), but, really, it's about all self-deprecating stuff. It may be just jokes, but it stays in your brain.

Positive attitude. It's similar to manifestation, in a way, but in a... down to earth way, I guess. Thinking positively about stuff changes everything for me. Almost everything is simpler.

I deleted Twitter. It may be a different social media for everyone, of course - now probably TikTok for most - but, well, Twitter was where I spent long hours everyday. I started taking breaks from it about a year and a half ago and deleted it in August. It was hard - I loved the community there and I miss the daily updates from my fav fandoms, but it's for the best. I still can't explain how Twitter affected me but I do feel better since I stopped spending so much time there.

Taking vitamins. I didn't think it would really make a difference but it definitely did. The biggest surprise for me was vitamin C - my immune system has improved super quickly when I started supplementing it. I didn't even realise how bad it was before. Other than that, I take B complex, A+E (hair, skin), and iron (i tend to have a deficiency of it). (& D when it's winter).

Having a consistent skin care routine. It's calming and both doing the routine and seeing the effects make me feel better. (I do realise that many people have more demanding skin than me and searching for the right products can be frustrating and expensive. I'm just talking about my experience).

Other things that I think are worth mentioning:

Therapy - just a short explanation that I've been on therapy (with breaks) for about 6 years now. I've had social anxiety for most of my life, now still struggle with depression (and amnesia, actually) a bit, but what I wanted to mention here is that I learned a lot from it. It's obvious, but I just think it's important to pinpoint that I did not just learn how to think more positively and love myself by myself.

Exercising! - I still struggle to make it a habit, but when I actually do exercise regularly (I do pilates), I really feel better. It's worth it.

Hydration - same with drinking water. I really don't think I have to explain it in any way lol.

how you can use social media in a healthy way

set your intention:

what use do you want to make of social media?

which apps do you want to keep using and which not (or reduce their consumption)?

how much time are you spending on it? how much do you want to spend on it?

establishes limits of use:

you can activate or deactivate certain applications when you are no longer using them so that they do not distract you or add a time limit depending on how much time or how many days a week you want to use the app.

how to set the time of use?:

ios:

settings > usage time > limit app usage > add limit

you can also limit apps only in focus, work, do not disturb or whatever mode you have set.

settings > focus > the category in which you want to activate it > focus filters

android:

settings > well-being and parental controls > set time for your apps

pros and cons:

make a list of where social media is good for you and where it is bad for you. anything that is hurting you stop watching or following.

value your real time:

not having social media or having control over it brings you more in your life and personal growth. for example, how many of us have woken up and the first thing we have done was to look at instagram or another social network and that has made us lose time of our morning? instead you can do a short meditation or breathing to start the day off right, it also reduces stress and anxiety.

just think about how much you spend a week being stuck in social media and imagine what activities you could develop in that time.

other tips:

look for an activity you would like to try

socialize more with your friends

keep your cell phone away from you or in a “do not disturb” or “concentration” mode when you are engaged in an activity

spend more time in nature

uninstall or deactivate those apps that no longer benefit you, try it for a while.

don't take anything personally from what people may share there.

conclusions:

when you have a routine, things to do, you don't pay as much attention to being online all the time, so it's not such a hard task. i'm not saying stop using your phone but i'm writing this post for all those people who spend all day scrolling or really spend a lot of time watching tik tok or instagram, that's not healthy in the end.

of course you can still use social media but with knowledge and in a way that does not harm you or does not compromise your time too much. the most important thing is not to be glued to a phone watching what others do but enjoy your life.

Definitive Guide to Stop Checking Your Phone Compulsively

1. Set Specific Check-in Times – Limit phone checks to designated times, like after a relaxing activity or during breaks.

2. Keep Your Mind Busy – Engage in activities like reading, exercising, listening to music, or creative hobbies.

3. Practice Mindfulness & Breathing – When tempted, take deep breaths and remind yourself of your well-being goals.

4. Remember Your Purpose – Stay focused on your inner peace and personal growth.

5. Redefine Your Focus – Visualize how you want your day to end—calm and fulfilling.

6. Find Alternative Activities – Replace phone-checking with reading, journaling, or relaxing exercises.

7. Create “Phone-Free Zones” – Avoid your phone during meals, walks, or before bedtime to be more present.

8. Use Reminders & Affirmations – Place visible notes or phone reminders like “I choose peace over uncertainty.”

9. Take a Mental Pause – If overthinking, focus on your breath or something positive to regain clarity.

how to start reading again

from someone who was a voracious reader until high school and is now getting back into it in her twenties.

start with an old favourite. even though it felt a little silly, i re-read the harry potter series one christmas and it wiped away my worry that i wasn't capable of reading anymore. they are long books, but i was still able to get completely immersed and to read just as fast as i had years and years ago.

don't be afraid of "easier" books. before high school i was reading the french existentialists, but when getting back into reading, i picked up lucinda riley and sally rooney. not my favourite authors by far, but easier to read while not being totally terrible. i needed to remind myself that only choosing classics would not make me a better or smarter person. if a book requires a slower pace of reading to be understood, it's easier to just drop it, which is exactly what i wanted to avoid at first.

go for essays and short stories. no need to explain this one: the shorter the whole, the less daunting it is. i definitely avoided all books over 350 pages at first and stuck to essay collections until i suddenly devoured donna tartt's goldfinch.

remember it's okay not to finish. i was one of those people who finished every book they started, but not anymore! if i pick up a book at the library and after a few chapters realise i'd rather not read it, i just return it. (another good reason to use your local library! no money spent on books you might end up disliking.)

analyse — or don't. some people enjoy reading more when they take notes or really stop to think about the contents. for me, at first, it was more important to build the habit of reading, and the thought of analysing what i read felt daunting. once i let go of that expectation, i realised i naturally analyse and process what i read anyway.

read when you would usually use your phone. just as i did when i was a child, i try to read when eating, in the bathroom, on public transport, right before sleeping. i even read when i walk, because that's normally a time i stare at my screen anyway. those few pages you read when you brush your teeth and wait for a friend very quickly stack up.

finish the chapter. if you have time, try to finish the part you're reading before closing the book. usually i find i actually don't want to stop reading once i get to the end of a chapter — and if i do, it feels like a good place to pick up again later.

try different languages. i was quickly approaching a reading slump towards the end of my exchange year, until i realised i had only had access to books in english and that, despite my fluency, i was tired of the language. so as soon as i got back home i started picking up books in my native tongue, which made reading feel much easier and more fun again! after some nine months, i'm starting to read in english again without it feeling like a huge task.

forget what's popular. i thought social media would be a fun way to find interesting books to read, but i quickly grew frustrated after hating every single book i picked up on some influencer's recommendation. it's certainly more time-consuming to find new books on your own, but this way i don't despise every novel i pick up.

remember it isn't about quantity. the online book community's endless posts about reading 150 books each year or 6 books in a single day easily make us feel like we're slow, bad readers, but here's the thing: it does not matter at all how many books you read or what your reading pace is. we all lead different lives, just be proud of yourself for reading at all!

stop stressing about it. we all know why reading is important, and since the pandemic reading has become an even more popular hobby than it was before (which is wonderful!). however, there's no need to force yourself to be "a reader". pick up a book every now and then and keep reading if you enjoy it, but not reading regularly doesn't make you any less of a good person. i find the pressure to become "a person who reads" or to rediscover my inner bookworm only distances me from the very act of reading.

★ Discipline Made Beautiful

Discipline and consistency are often seen as heavy or restrictive, but they are the foundation of any goal. By reframing these practices as empowering and beautiful, they stop feeling like sacrifices and start feeling like acts of self-respect. The key to achieving your dreams is aligning your daily actions with the life you envision.

So, I have a list of actionable ways to embrace discipline and consistency in your life!

⋆ Reframe Discipline as Self-Care Instead of viewing discipline as deprivation, see it as an act of love toward yourself. Showing up for your goals—whether it’s working out, studying, or creating—fosters self-respect and builds confidence.

Example: Choosing to eat foods that nourish your body isn’t about restriction but about creating a body you feel confident and strong in. The same idea applied here.

⋆ Build a Lifestyle That Reflects Your Goals Align your habits and routines with the person you want to become. When you act in ways that reflect your goals, you start believing in the possibility of achieving them.

Example: Slow, intentional mornings with a cup of tea and a moment for gratitude can make success feel attainable and normalize a higher standard of living.

⋆ Normalize Small Wins Create small, intentional experiences that reflect the life you want. These moments help you feel successful and keep you motivated to stay consistent.

Example: Rewarding yourself with a favourite skincare product or a relaxing bath after sticking to your routine reinforces positive feelings about your journey.

⋆ Fall in Love with the Process Not every part of building the life you want will feel exciting, but you can find joy in knowing these actions contribute to something greater. Consistency becomes easier when you view it as part of your identity.

Example: Journaling may not feel thrilling every day, but it’s a ritual that connects you to your goals and fosters clarity.

⋆ Practice Gratitude for the Journey Appreciate how far you’ve come and recognize that every small step matters. Gratitude helps you shift your mindset from focusing on what’s lacking to seeing the beauty in the progress you’ve made.

Example: Look back on a previous version of yourself and celebrate the growth that discipline and consistency have brought into your life.

When you align your actions with the life you desire, success stops feeling distant and starts feeling inevitable.

Celebrate your progress and trust in the journey—you are building something beautiful.

Wishing you all the best,

how to start reading again

from someone who was a voracious reader until high school and is now getting back into it in her twenties.

start with an old favourite. even though it felt a little silly, i re-read the harry potter series one christmas and it wiped away my worry that i wasn't capable of reading anymore. they are long books, but i was still able to get completely immersed and to read just as fast as i had years and years ago.

don't be afraid of "easier" books. before high school i was reading the french existentialists, but when getting back into reading, i picked up lucinda riley and sally rooney. not my favourite authors by far, but easier to read while not being totally terrible. i needed to remind myself that only choosing classics would not make me a better or smarter person. if a book requires a slower pace of reading to be understood, it's easier to just drop it, which is exactly what i wanted to avoid at first.

go for essays and short stories. no need to explain this one: the shorter the whole, the less daunting it is. i definitely avoided all books over 350 pages at first and stuck to essay collections until i suddenly devoured donna tartt's goldfinch.

remember it's okay not to finish. i was one of those people who finished every book they started, but not anymore! if i pick up a book at the library and after a few chapters realise i'd rather not read it, i just return it. (another good reason to use your local library! no money spent on books you might end up disliking.)

analyse — or don't. some people enjoy reading more when they take notes or really stop to think about the contents. for me, at first, it was more important to build the habit of reading, and the thought of analysing what i read felt daunting. once i let go of that expectation, i realised i naturally analyse and process what i read anyway.

read when you would usually use your phone. just as i did when i was a child, i try to read when eating, in the bathroom, on public transport, right before sleeping. i even read when i walk, because that's normally a time i stare at my screen anyway. those few pages you read when you brush your teeth and wait for a friend very quickly stack up.

finish the chapter. if you have time, try to finish the part you're reading before closing the book. usually i find i actually don't want to stop reading once i get to the end of a chapter — and if i do, it feels like a good place to pick up again later.

try different languages. i was quickly approaching a reading slump towards the end of my exchange year, until i realised i had only had access to books in english and that, despite my fluency, i was tired of the language. so as soon as i got back home i started picking up books in my native tongue, which made reading feel much easier and more fun again! after some nine months, i'm starting to read in english again without it feeling like a huge task.

forget what's popular. i thought social media would be a fun way to find interesting books to read, but i quickly grew frustrated after hating every single book i picked up on some influencer's recommendation. it's certainly more time-consuming to find new books on your own, but this way i don't despise every novel i pick up.

remember it isn't about quantity. the online book community's endless posts about reading 150 books each year or 6 books in a single day easily make us feel like we're slow, bad readers, but here's the thing: it does not matter at all how many books you read or what your reading pace is. we all lead different lives, just be proud of yourself for reading at all!

stop stressing about it. we all know why reading is important, and since the pandemic reading has become an even more popular hobby than it was before (which is wonderful!). however, there's no need to force yourself to be "a reader". pick up a book every now and then and keep reading if you enjoy it, but not reading regularly doesn't make you any less of a good person. i find the pressure to become "a person who reads" or to rediscover my inner bookworm only distances me from the very act of reading.

I was talking with my housemate about how to be more physically active if you’re not used to it at all because everywhere you’re told to start a training routine where you push yourself a little every day, and while that may seem easy for some people it can be really fucking daunting if you start from zero.

As someone who comes from a very physically active family that doesn’t exercise just for the sake of exercising but do things like walk to the grocery store and bike to work, here’s my advice that has always worked for me:

Go super duper easy on yourself.

If you want to walk more start by walking for 3 or 5 minutes. The shortest possible walk you feel you’re capable of. A trip around the block or across the yard. You don’t need to sweat or get your blood pumping. Just a short stroll. The hardest part is to convince yourself to set aside 5 minutes every day to go on this short walk but nothing else about it should be hard. Do it every day and one day you’ll realize that you don’t want to go home just yet. It’s very important that you don’t think “I want to pressure myself to walk further” but rather “I haven’t spent all my walking energy yet. I have more walk in me” and only then do you lengthen the walk. I repeat, at no point should it be exhausting or difficult because even when it feels easy your body will be building muscle and stamina and it will eventually feel too easy and you’ll naturally want to crank it back up to easy again.

If you’re not used to being physically active it might not make a ton of sense when I say that you’ll have more walking energy left but trust me, you’ll get it when you get there.

I grew up with going on evening walks with my parents and passed that on to other housemates who didn’t get it at first but are now going on walks long after they moved somewhere else. Because once you get the hang of it you’ll realize how calming it is on the brain to move the body even if the body isn’t exhausted afterwards.

And it of course helps to entertain yourself especially in the beginning. My housemate started out listening to audiobooks and podcasts but eventually realized Pokémon Go was the best motivator. Whatever you feel like you want to do on your 5 minute easy stroll.

Hey remember that a boycott if actually MORE effective under capitalism if you profess you would actually end the boycott under certain conditions.

“Nothing this company does can make up for their bad actions, I will never buy from them again!” Okay so they’ve lost you as a customer and have no reason to try and get you back. You can HOPE to drive them into bankruptcy but Chic-Fil-A is evidence of how well that works.

“This company did something bad. I would not consider buying their product again, UNLESS, they publicly apologized and made up for it by … [donating money to a cause, promoting different content, offering better care to their employees, etc.]” This is actually MORE likely to be effective because if enough people say this, the company m sees them as potential customers of a certain demographic, and is willing to make changes to get those customers back and, long term, make money from them.

౨ৎ ⁺ . my bedroom cleaning formula .ᐟ 🎀

📧 -> to get me motivated before cleaning, i like to imagine that I've invited a really hot person to my house and they're going to see my room. works like a charm.

this is a guide for people who struggle to get motivated when cleaning their room, or for people with ADHD like me who get side-tracked and easily bored!!

step O1 -> clean up any dishes 𝜗𝜚

you don't have to wash them right now, just get them out of your room!

step O2 -> throw out any visible food-related trash 𝜗𝜚

food packets, scraps etc.

step O3 -> pick up and put away anything red 𝜗𝜚

i get bored easily when cleaning, so i like to split things up by picking up colour-coded things too! this has helped me the most when keeping a tidy space.

step O4 -> throw away any makeup related trash 𝜗𝜚

make up wipes, q tips, makeup packaging, etc

step O5 -> pick up any makeup products 𝜗𝜚

put them back on your dresser / wherever you store them!

step O6 -> pick up anything orange 𝜗𝜚

step O7 -> pick up any paper, cardboard, etc 𝜗𝜚

loose sheets of paper, cardboard packaging, etc. put it in the recycling!

step O8 -> pick up any dirty washing 𝜗𝜚

you don't have to wash them right now, just put them in the washing basket!

step O9 -> pick up anything yellow 𝜗𝜚

step 1O -> pick up and put away any clean clothes 𝜗𝜚

make sure to fold them !!

step 11 -> pick up any craft materials / stationary 𝜗𝜚

pens, pencils, erasers, markers, etc

step 12 -> pick up anything green 𝜗𝜚

step 13 -> pick up any accessories 𝜗𝜚

jewelry, hair accessories, hats, scarves, etc

step 14 -> put away anything beauty related 𝜗𝜚

skincare, nail polish, hair brushes, perfume, etc

step 15 -> pick up anything blue or purple 𝜗𝜚

step 16 -> make your bed! 𝜗𝜚

a clean bed is a literal game changer. makes your whole room suddenly look neater.

step 17 -> put away any entertainment 𝜗𝜚

books, cds, toys, games, etc

step 18 -> pick up anything pink 𝜗𝜚

step 19 -> pick up anything monotone 𝜗𝜚

white, grey, and black !

step 2O -> rearrange things! 𝜗𝜚

neaten up your bookshelf, dressing table, desk, wardrobe, etc

Now you're basically done! things should (hopefully) seem a lot less stressful now that everything's where it should be. 🫧🧁

the last step is just to vacuum, dust, and wipe down any surfaces!

My 11-year-old couldn't decide what flavor of ramen to make, so I told her to flip a coin. Heads for spicy chicken, tails for beef.

Taking my advice, she flipped a penny, and when it landed on tails she said "Wait! Wait! I did it wrong!"

I told her that she did it right, because the real reason for flipping a coin isn't to let fate decide for you, but because when the coin is in the air, you will suddenly realize what you wanted in the first place.

I'm sure there's a life lesson there somewhere…

But honestly, I have never known her to pass up spicy chicken.

Re-blog this if:

- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.

No one will know which applies.