#I WROTE THIS INSTEAD OF THERAPY

[dragonagitator]

Since people enjoyed this post so much, perhaps you will also enjoy this snippet from my "Modern Girl in Faerun" author self-insert isekai WIP.

For context, it's the first long rest, and we've been to the Grove but haven't encountered Karlach yet.

Scene under the cut. Criticism welcome!

The fire was warm, but the ground was hard and cold, and my scavenged bedroll was too thin to provide much cushioning.

"Gale?" I broke the silence after a couple of minutes of tossing and turning.

"Mmm?" he responded sleepily from his side of the fire.

"Why are we sleeping on these bedrolls when you can summon beds? Because I know you can summon beds, I've seen you do it in my previous, um, 'time loops.'"

"Ah, well, while I could certainly 'summon' a bed, it would only stay 'summoned' for as long as I am able to concentrate on maintaining the spell," he explained. "So, as soon as I were to slip into slumber, the bed would wink out of existence, and its occupant would tumble to the ground rather abruptly. Counterproductive to a restful night's sleep, as I'm sure you would agree."

"Oh, that makes way more sense than my theory," I said.

"Oh? And what was your theory?" Gale sounded excited over the prospect of having someone to discuss magical theory with.

'Oh, my adorable nerd,' I thought fondly.

"That the spell's somatic component was an erection," I teased.

Wyll erupted into peals of laughter while Gale sputtered indignantly.

"What? No! Why would you -- that is absolutely not how it works -- whatever in the world gave you that idea?" Gale demanded.

"Context," I replied mysteriously.

"Will you lot be quiet?" Shadowheart interjected disapprovingly. "We've all had a long day, and it sounds like we have many more long days ahead of us. We need rest, not this late-night foolishness."

"You know, for someone who doesn't remember shit, you sure do a keen impression of a Mother Superior scolding the girls' dormitory," I retorted sulkily.

"The istik priest speaks truth. We would be wise to rest while we can," Lae'zel chimed in.

'Dang, Lae'zel and Shadowheart agreeing on something already? I'm such a uniter! Look at me speedrunning their friendship!' I began giggling to myself.

"SHUT. UP!" Astarion snapped.

'I don't know what he's so pissy about. He only needs, what, like 4 hours of meditation? Oh, wait, he's probably hungry and waiting for us to fall asleep so he can sneak off to hunt. Right.'

"Goodnight, everyone," I sing-songed sweetly.

Wyll's muffled snickering gradually faded as he regained his composure, leaving nothing but the sound of the crackling fire.

'When I fall asleep here, will I wake up back in real life?' I wondered as I drifted off.

#i wrote this instead of going to therapy #BG3 #baldur's gate 3 #BG3 fanfic WIP #Gale #Gale of Waterdeep #Gale Dekarios #Gale BG3 #BG3 Gale #Author/Gale #Gale/Author #Author x Gale #Gale x Author #Modern Girl in Faerun #MGIF #Modern Character in Faerun #MCIF #Team Tadpole camp shenanigans #Wyll seems like the kind of guy who would find dick jokes hilarious #I intend to provide him and Karlach many opportunities to bond over their shared appreciation of my juvenile humor #Astarion Shadowheart and Lae'zel seem like they would take longer to loosen up so they're still Team No Fun #meanwhile Gale has no idea what to make of any of this other than there's definitely something very wrong with me #it's a lovely morning in Faerun and I am a horrible author self-insert

[fandom-reblog-central]

Fandom (dpxdc) Thought 2:

Context: Halfa!Jason Todd, ghosts communicate through emotions, liminals can do it to a lesser extent

Jason unknowingly keeps trying to push emotions to his family, not realizing he’s trying to communicate. With his family’s awkward outward reactions combined with the lack of response to his core, he feels isolated. Even thought it’s an accident on both ends, it has an effect on him.

To make it a bit worse, the batfam is liminal with all the death in the family and Lazarus exposure. They accidentally reject the emotional conversation from Jason’s core, so neither party knows why Jason is so on edge, but they don’t push for answers.

Danny (bad reveal, good reveal, literally Just Vibing in Gotham—whatever works) hears Damian’s core humming or trying to trill/chirp, and of course he has to help the sick liminal/baby-halfa core. With a LOT of bonding, Danny gets Damian to drink some healthy ectoplasm, and he feels a lot better. He even brings Jason over, knowing the connection to the Pit was stronger in his older brother and wanting to extend an olive branch after the… everything.

Once Jason starts feeling better and Frostbite is brought into the conversation, Damian realizes he can’t hide this from Bruce forever. And, with how many people in his family—hell, his contact list—had been exposed to the Lazarus pit, or gotten caught up in time shenanigans, or had been killed, it was best everyone knew. With Danny’s only request being “say I’m a meta instead of a ghost,” Damian goes to his father’s study.

#dpxdc #a tidbit #chaos reigns with a wobbly wrist #Bruce is in therapy lol #here it is w/o the part I wrote for anyone who wants to take this somewhere lmao #I did it like this instead of reblogging it bc tumblr only lets me copy one paragraph at a time and I am lazy

[cazality]

social anxiety

#artists on tumblr #social anxiety #mental health #coping #i wrote this instead of going to therapy #small comic #small artist #digital artist #digital art #digital illustration #original art #digital drawing

[qbebou]

ok not to be like he’s just like me fr…. but chayanne is just like me fr…..

i’m also the oldest child with one younger sibling who needed a lot more care when we were kids and therefore was deprived of certain needs in favor of my brother. i also had a parent that was missing a lot and depended almost solely on my dad. obviously tallulah needs more help than chay, with her asthma and lesser fighting skills, not to mention she had only been playing minecraft for like a month? or two before wilbur found her. and chay knows that! he knows that she needs more help than he does he knows he’ll do anything for her he knows he has to be the strongest to protect her. my brother and i are only a year apart but i was forced to grow up very very quickly bc i was on my own a lot as a kid while my brother was sick. phil doesn’t worry abt chay when he runs off bc he doesn’t need to, chay can take care of himself. hell, he took care of all the eggs when they first left. but at the same time, it’s comforting to know ur parent is looking out for u even when u don’t need it. phil’s not a smothering parent, he’s attentive, but not smothering. but let’s be real he can also be emotionally constipated LMAO but that leads to situations like the argument and frustration between chay and tallulah when dapper was kidnapped. in his defense, he’s never been a parent before and had 2 children thrust upon him to raise on his own. he didn’t have a lot of time to adjust to parenthood like ppl in real life do, he suddenly had 2 children who had their own thoughts and opinions and emotional needs, he didn’t get the time it takes to LEARN abt how to provide that specific care and while some ppl have that innate knowledge there is a lot of learning and navigating when it comes to emotional vulnerability and regulation esp when it comes to children who are figuring it out as well. i feel for chay when he thinks he needs to be the strongest. i feel for chay when he had to make the decision to gather the eggs and leave. i feel for chay when he had to take blame for bad things happening. and i feel for chay when he realized tallulah doesn’t need him as much anymore. my brother and i are both adults now and we had a …… tumultuous relationship as teenagers for reasons that were both our own and caused by problems outside our control. but i still remember exactly how devastating it was the moment i realized that he was fine on his own. that he didn’t need me anymore. and it caused a rift between us; on my end bc i was frustrated and felt tossed aside and on his end bc he NEEDED to be independent to keep growing. i see so much of myself in chay and i desperately wish he and tallulah had a better mediator for their argument, or at least someone who could truly understand why they were so upset. i don’t think phil clocked that tallulah was so upset and adamant abt looking for dapper bc it was just her dapper and ramon surviving on their own. just bc phil didn’t witness it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen and it doesn’t mean that they don’t have a much tighter relationship than they had before purgatory. and when chayanne said everyone was blaming him for the decisions he made phil was quick to tell him that no one was blaming him but also phil doesn’t know that! he doesn’t know if any blame was put on chayanne when it was just the eggs together. chayanne made the decision for the eggs to run and they trusted him bc he’s the oldest and he’s strong and he can be a leader but by running he also put the eggs thru a lot of pain and fear that they may not have gone thru if they stayed with their parents. and even if the eggs didn’t explicitly say that they blamed chayanne im sure he blamed himself for every little thing that went wrong. we’ve already seen him open up a tiny bit abt how he was questioning his decision to leave. but phil told him that chay made the best decision he could have given the information he had at the time which is true! but when ur the oldest and everyone is looking to u, all of the responsibility lies on ur shoulders. chayanne has been carrying SO much weight on his shoulders for so long it breaks my heart.

#lex.txt #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp #i have so much more i could say abt chayanne tallulah and their relationship but unfortunately ! i am not allowed to write more than this #please excuse my rambling run on sentences and lack of proper punctuation #i type the way i speak in my head and usually that means no pauses no breaks everything flows like word vomit i apologize if things #don’t make sense #i think if this was happening when i was younger i wouldn’t have all these feelings but like #my brother has a toddler that i’ve been helping raise since he was born #that is MY baby i spend the most time with him he’s the closest to me out of anyone #and i think that if i didn’t have any parenting experience i would also handle things a lot like how phil does #i think the several years of therapy have also helped with my parenting LOL #anyways i wrote this a while back and it’s been sitting in my drafts #chay is so sacrificial and i think a lot of it comes from phil putting pressure on him to be strong #he literally said he should’ve been the one to die instead of empanada!!!!! he thinks the eye attacks are his fault #i just wish he could be a kid and do the things he wants to do without worrying that he or his siblings will die #poor sweet boy :( he shouldn’t be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders but he doesn’t think he has the option not to

[theotherbuckley]

Because You’re Exhausting

Word count: 10k | Chapters: 2/2

Edited Excerpt:

Because every day after he woke up still in pain, and he couldn’t even tell his own family (because what if I can’t be a firefighter anymore? what if they don’t let me?). And then he’s hugging Eddie and they’re welcoming him home and maybe, just maybe, for a second he believes that it won’t be so bad.

Because then he was choking on his own blood staring into Bobby’s eyes thinking this is it, isn’t it? And then he woke up because damn, he always wakes up and somehow that’s always worse. And he wants to laugh at himself because how did he think, even for a moment, that anything would ever be ok?

Because then he was on blood thinners and they wouldn’t let him home, and he just wanted to go home (what if I can’t be a firefighter anymore?)

Because then the lawsuit happened and he just lost everything all over again.

Because

“You’re exhausting.”

(Or Buck's always been sad but it's post lawsuit, and Buck just can't handle it anymore)

#911 fandom #911 abc #911 on fox #evan buck buckley #911 season 6 #911 buddie #911 spoilers #buck x eddie #911onfox #911 fic #fanfic #911 fanfiction #sad evan buck buckley #sad buck fic #post lawsuit fic #pls I’m so sorry #I wrote this fic instead of therapy XD

[transferscannervirtualization]

I wish AO3 had its own year-in-review thing like Spotify Wrapped. Can you imagine the chaos?

#spotify wrapped #archive of our own #ao3 #no but really #the most common tag you've read this year is: hurt/comfort #next year we recommend you check out: therapy #the most popular tag used by the community this year was: i wrote this instead of sleeping #are you guys okay #the pOSSIBILITIES

[antikosm]

Merry Unbirthday here's angst

His back had been turned for less than a minute, taking the chance to check on Sam when a heavy impact sounded behind him. He whirled back around to find the android on the ground. “Are you alright? What happened?”He had only taken a single step forward.

No sound came from it, but sound wasn't necessary. It buried its head against the mattress behind shaking arms and drew its knees to its chest.

“Oh,” devastation completely drenched his voice.

“Hey, no, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you,” He walked over to the foot of the bed and knelt on the floor. “I won’t hurt you. I swear I wouldn’t do that,” Its arms dropped just enough for it to keep a wary eye on him. He leaned forward with his palms to the ceiling. “Can I help you up?”

Ten agonizingly long minutes of continuous coaxing and periodic silence passed with no indication from the android of any trust in the man kneeling before it.

He was growing increasingly worried and wasn't able to hide it all too well.

Seventeen minutes passed.He took off his glasses and set them on the bed, pulling his sleeves over his hands and drying his eyes with the back of his wrists.His voice was a broken whisper.

“What happened to you? What did they do to you?”

Somewhere in the time they’d been sitting there, his coaxing had turned to pleading. Tears gathered as he explained he knew adjusting would take time, he knew that there was no evidence or reason to trust him, but to please, at least let him help it to its feet or back to bed so it’s not just sitting in a shaky heap on the ground. If nothing else, at least let it be comfortable in its terror. At least let it have something to hide in.

The questions seemed to be enough to rouse its confusion or at least its curiosity. It wasn't shaking anymore, but its movements were still rigid and unsure. It lowered its arms to its lap, warily eyeing the Misfit crying on the carpet. Faint light pulsed in veins down its limbs, weaving around the panels of the framework. It shifted onto its knees and walked its hands forward just a little bit.

It froze when he opened his eyes and put his glasses back on, retreating to where it sat. This time, it kept its hands down.

A breath of hope pushed its way into his chest to steady his heart. He held out his hand one more time. “One more time. Just one more try and if you really don’t want my help, I’ll go. I promise. I’m sorry for pushing you, I just…I…I wish I could take all your fear away. Whatever they did to you, whatever you’ve been through, cross my heart, you’ll never have to go through that again. I promise. I just want to help you.” The muttered reassurances seemed to be more for his own sake now.

Still, it worked.

The android leaned forward and put its hand is his. He couldn't stop the relieved gasp and the new wave of tears if he wanted to. His focus was on not immediately pulling it into a crushing hug and promising over and over that it was safe and nothing would ever happen again.

They took their time getting closer, inching forward on one of its hands and its knees until it was so close it could rest comfortably against his chest. He slid his palms along the underside of its forearms, cradling its elbows and letting it lean into him as much as it needed to.

It trembled in his grasp.

Jack took a deep breath and willed himself to calm. It needed him calm right now.

He shifted to get his feet under him, moving slowly so he wouldn't make it flinch.

"We're gonna try standing, okay?"

It still didn't respond, but it copied what he had just done. He took that as a cue to continue. They rose together, Jack watching its legs carefully with an iron grip on its arms. He knew Mark’s machinery. Even in the stripped-down state of its legs, it wouldn’t be this weak or unsteady. Whatever was going on, it had to be entirely psychological.

The android stumbled over its first step, letting go of his arms and latching onto his middlelike a lifeline. He might've moved a little too quickly and the creation might've flinched in his arms, but it didn't let go. It didn't try to get away from him. He held it as close as he could, one arm cradling its lower back, the other between its shoulder blades. His ear to its temple,tears of relief fell onto its neck and shoulder.

Sam crooned at the display.

“I’ve got you. It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re safe here. You’re safe.”

He ran his hands up and down its arms, squeezing its shoulders. Its grip tightened when he tried to step back. it went from cowering before him to scared to let go. He must've been the first shred of safety it's seen in ages.

If it had even known safety at all. Friendship was a very powerful truth to those who were lucky enough to experience it. Deceit seemed to run pre-programmed through the veins of every waking thing recently. EDIT: For anyone who wants to read more, you can find Artful Dodgers (part 1) and Codifiers (part 2) at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49069540

#jacksepticeye #cloakbrand #septic eye sam #artful dodgers #codifiers #saturn the B214 #hurt/comfort #android #hug #found family #platonic intimacy #therapy #can't draw good so i wrote an epic novel instead

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 11: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should curiously socialize with a few of the boat travelers ...

~

"The Adventurer grabs one of the ornate glass bowls near the buffet table, meekly gathering some cheese and vegetables as he scans the crowd. For the first 15 minutes of the lunch, he mostly crouches in a corner seat, nibbling on his food and nervously fielding the occasional drunken question from a passing party guest..

Knowing he should.. probably... actually socialize at some point, he begrudgingly chooses conversational partners, squeezing his eyes shut and pointing around randomly until he lands on someone.....

The first is a scrawny man in a flashy suit, wobbly from wine but still keeping a vaguely charming demeanor about him. He proudly introduces himself as a "legal expert", then goes on to ramble for a while about the laws in the area, how drastically they vary from city to city (plus a few veiled hints on how to safely break them), and that if you travel a lot it can be hard to keep up with it all.

He mentions, quite conveniently, that he's recently published a book on the topic, a legal guide for local explorers, and offers to give The Adventurer a copy for a special discounted price... but... then soon recalls that the crate of books he'd planned to sell on the boat sadly ended up falling into the river earlier during a "silly little mishap"..

In place of a book, he simply slides The Adventurer a glossy mint colored paper swirled with golden floral motifs, supposedly serving as some sort of business card, though the actual contact information seems obscured beneath the cluttered design. The Lawyer also pulls off his scarf as he rises to leave, wrapping it around The Adventurer's shoulders with a little waving flourish (not the first time someone has confused his anxious shaking for cold shivers). The Adventurer stutters out a confused thank you, then watches as the Lawyer stumbles off, mumbling to himself that he's been drinking too much and "truly must find somewhere to piss"......

The second person he approaches is an older woman, hunched over a table fidgeting with a handful of colorful glass dice, spinning and stacking and arranging them into patterns whilst her thoughts drift elsewhere. Initially, she gives evasive answers when asked personal questions, but soon grows more talkative once the topic of local flora and fauna arises. She apparently used to adventure as well, roaming the lands to document various elements of nature relevant to her mysterious "private research" - though, at her age, she's now resigned to casual boat rides rather than riskily hiking alone through uncharted wilderness. Gently laying a worn leather journal of watercolor paintings out onto the tabletop, she points at various berries, leaves, and animals, eagerly describing their significance...

After chatting for a while, she abruptly changes topics, mentioning that sometimes she can "sense things which she should not" (whatever the hell that means), then asks him to pick one of her dice. He hesitates, but she just stares, refusing to elaborate further.. Finding even 30 seconds of awkward silent eye contact physically impossible to bear, he hurriedly plops a finger down in front of an iridescent yellow die. She chuckles..

Scooping up all of the dice from the table, she rattles them in her clasped hands, then brings them up to her ear as if to listen... to something?? A few moments later, she turns back to him, speaking in a raspy whisper: "There are others, melding your footprints with their own, seeking a gift you do not yet know - this is what I see."

Before he can ask her for any elaboration, the Captain returns, grumbling that The Adventurer has already stayed 5 minutes past the time limit and swatting at him with a broom to shoo him off of the boat. Apparently an hour can go by fast....

After climbing back into his dinky raft, he sails mostly successfully down the river, finally making it to a point that, at least based on his map, SHOULD be where the main road picks back up past the detour. He crashes into a small grouping of rocks whilst trying to navigate back to the shore, but he was planning on disassembling the raft to get his rope and supplies back anyway, so.. aside from a scraped knee and possibly broken pinky toe, he decides it's actually fine. The cat is okay, which is all that really matters, anyhow.

By the time he's taken apart his boat, eaten a quick meal, and bandaged his leg, the sun seems to have nearly set. It's later in the night than he'd usually like to travel, but, where he's going is a pretty commonly used road, so maybe it's safe? He's exhausted from socializing, but could probably muster enough energy to walk for at least a while. Or perhaps he should just call it a night and find a place to sleep.. But.. where??? What should he do?

-

Additional information

acquired a long, warm, expensive scarf

acquired slightly increased knowledge of local plants

acquired vague information from the 'dice based fortune teller', or whatever that was meant to be

acquired a business card (+ ability to get away with one minor crime free of legal consequence)

acquired mild nausea for the next 5hrs from weird buffet cheese

acquired badly scraped knee and sprained toe (will walk slightly slower for the next 2 days)

the adventurer's current main goal: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

#paventure posting #polls #choose your own adventure #okay yeahgh this one took like a week instead of a few days lol #I've went back to physical therapy for my chronic chest muscle issue and I think one of the new excercises they gave me in the #appointment ended up really irritating something instead of helping it because I was having way worse and sharper #chest pain for a few days. I went to the doctor and got an ekg just to rule out anything bad like that because I seriously #thought something was wrong but.. apparently it's just the same thing as always. It feels a bit better now #and hopefully wont get bad again if I ease into the excercises more. but for a few days I really didn't want to use my arms at all #so that means like.. not drawing or typing. also when I feel bad I kind of stray away from social media? I know for some peopls #social media is a good distraction when they're sick or whatever but I just find it stressful. I usually just lay on the floor #for a few days with silly cooking shows or Carefully Curated Youtube Videos That Specifically Contain Absolutley Zero Possibility #Of Stressful content Whatsoever on in the background lol.. ANYWAY. #I am at the moment able to use the computer again so I could draw things. hopefully will get on better schedules again one day #anyway!!... HE!!! adventure man... Again I hate trying to shorten things by just describing the conversations without dialogue #like saying “they talked about trees” rather than literally writing out a transcript of the entire conversation they had about trees #etc. I think because most of the time when I write it's in a very dialogue heavy context (like script type things. or visual novels/games #where lots of characters are talking and it's mostly that. etc.) So it feels awkward and bad to just skip over things #But also these would take days and days and days to do if I wrote out pages of conversation so I'm just doing vaguely rushed shortcut writi #writing trying to include only details that are necessary or etc. but ggbhjbhj... it's just so opposite to what I usually like #I always walk away like 'FINE.. i GUESS.. that will have to do >:T' lol #Kind of like how I hate literally every bit of digital art I have ever done because I'm so used to traditional art - specifically pencil #and pen stuff that's very sketchy and messy - and then digital art is all about clean even neat lines with a line tool and very polished #clean coloring - so it's super super opposite to my usual sketchy things and just Feels Wrong. I kind of like ms paint because it feels #like a middle ground like. it's somehow also sketchy even though it's digital. multiple pixelly lines over each other give it a 'sketch' #type feel. BUt anyway. It's supposed to be casual and quick and fun! I will choose to ignore all art and writing errors because #it is all about having a little advenchure! :3 As long as the main idea is clear enough for the voting to make sense . who cares #Remember to keep him safe! the dice lady is trying to help him. Regardless of where he sleeps though he can probably use the scarf #as a new warm blanket addition to his existing meager bedding situation lol. soft. fluffy. the cat will love it probably #Also again. whenever he talks to people the text will be longer. Sorry. Still trying for most of them to be short blurbs lol

[saturnspeaks154]

kinlist (in order of severency)

Leafy (bfdi) - I think it might be more than kinning ▪︎_▪︎° don't worry I WILL get that checked out

Balloon (ii) - irl

Seven (xfohv) - irl

Yellow Guy (dhmis) - kin

Book (bfdi) - kin

Pen (bfdi, my au) - kin

Silver Spoon (inanim8 insanity) - kin

Bone (aib) - rel8able asf

Bowling Ball (ab) -rel8able asf

Ranboo (dsmp) - rel8able asf

Spyro (skylanders academy) - rel8able asf

Michael Afton (fnaf, my au) - Often found myself in similar situ8ions/we have the same problems

Kris (deltarune) - we have the same problems

Cole (ninjago) - we have the same problems

Jay (ninjago) - we have the same disorder and both simp for Nya

Saw (bfdi) - typing quirk based on her but that's basically it

#miscellaneous #kin list #ramblings of a madman #I'm not mentally stable #as made painfully clear by the list #I might need therapy lol #wrote this instead of working #W8 that's right I should be working

[robbybirdy]

66. Baking therapy on a budget Ft. Genshin Characters: Tighnari

Hello, every birdy. Today we are going to be making a recipe that I have always loved. And honestly, it just confirms the fact that my tastebuds are childish, haha. Even after saying that, these cookies are a bit sweet for my liking. If I make them again I am just going to make my normal peanut butter cookies. We are going to be making Peanut Butter Blossoms. 

So… we are going to be talking about the Character known as Tignarhi. (tig-nar-e). He is one of the first characters the traveler (main character) meets when entering Sumeru. He is a Forest Watcher and he is a scholar. His favorite food is one of my least favorite food, mushrooms. They just have a weird mouth feel for me and just don’t taste good. 

When I saw that his favorite food was mushrooms, I was a little apprehensive and unsure about what I should make. And then my oldest brother brought home a huge bag of Hershey kisses. And I knew that I would make Peanut Butter Blossoms. 

The recipe and the measurements will be in the description down below. Feel free to check it out for yourself. 

You will want to preheat your oven to 375 F and DO NOT grease your cookie sheets. The sugar on the outside of the cookies will caramelize and burn if you grease your cookie sheet. Unless you are like my dad and prefer your cookies like that, I suggest you not. 

The ingredients that you will need are:

Hershey Kisses

 butter/margerine/shortening

Cream Peanut Butter

Granulated Sugar

Brown sugar

Milk

Vanilla extract

All purpose flour

Baking soda

Salt 

Granulated sugar for rolling (optional)

Using a large bowl you are going to cream together your butter and peanut butter until it is well blended. 

Add in the granulated sugar and brown sugar. Beat the mixture until it is light and fluffy. This takes about 2-3 minutes. 

Add in the egg, milk, and vanilla. Beat until they are all incorporated. 

In a separate bowl, you are going to mix together your dry ingredients: Flour, baking soda, and salt. Gradually add this to your peanut butter mixture. 

Now we are going to be working on the shape of the cookies. You want them to be about 1-inch balls. You can either do that with a cookie scoop or two spoons that are teaspoon sized. 

Roll each cookie into granulated sugar, and place them on an ungreased cookie sheet. 

Bake them at 375 F for somewhere between 8 to 10 minutes or until they are lightly browned. 

Once they are out of the oven, immediately add in your chocolate to the center of the cookie. The cookies will crack around the edges. Let them cool completely before eating. Because you don’t want the Kiss to melt. 

These cookies were so much fun to make. But one thing that I would recommend is removing the wrappers from the chocolates before you even start making the cookies. It will help with time management.

I was a little nervous about these cookies because I brought some with me to my Volunteering I do every week at my local Food pantry. These were the first cookies that I had given people. And they loved them. I had put multiple signs on the Tupperware that was brought in that said that they had Peanut butter in them. 

I hope that you liked this recipe. Feel free to check it out for yourself. See you in the next post. Thank you. 

Pinterest: Here

Recipe: Here

#ts3 #simblr #ts3 simblr #baking #baking therapy #recipe #food #Genshin Impact #genshin impact #tighnari #Tighnari gi #wrote this post back in February #Was like #"gonna wait till the VA changes to post this #And Honestly I am glad I did #Also #I got him instead of a Qiqi with my guaranteed five star on standard banner #Which is still a win for me #because he will be used #rip my mora

[feluka]

i'll be having a normal day then BOOM trauma spiral and stabbing chest pain

#wrote and deleted and rewrote and deleted posts that give away more about me than anyone ever needs to know #self restraint 💯 #i need to go to the beach or something #i can't get over anything i'm like memory foam lol #the past several therapy sessions have been pointless because i couldn't get myself to speak about the things that happener and instead #all i did was shrug and say idk

[dragonagitator]

is there a term that means the total opposite of a Mary Sue because I'm pretty sure that's what I'm writing my author self-insert as

she's like the worst possible version of me and it's glorious

“Now I have a question for thee: what is the worth of a single mortal's life?” I was still too pissed about his “no soul” remark to remember my lines, so I simply snapped, “200 gold, same as in town.”

oh my god what is wrong with you, that is NOT what we say to the God of Death

#BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #Modern Girl in Faerun #MGIF #Modern Character in Faerun #MCIF #i wrote this instead of going to therapy #is it normal to be in an adversarial relationship with one's fanfic protagonist like this or is it just me #it's a lovely morning in Faerun and I am a horrible author self-insert

[strv-xo]

You reminded me of the color green

So green is all I used

My bedsheets are white with green flowers, stripes, and hues

I used cucumber body wash

And green ball point pens

I wore green color-correcting concealer

And wished for an emerald benz

I read books with green covers

And used eucalyptus shampoo

I tended to my plants

But I only thought of you

My favorite crystal was green adventurine

And I loved bracelets with malachite

You told me that we wouldn't last

And unfortunately you were right.

#poetry #apollo devotee #wrote this instead of sleeping #kinda love it #poetry is my therapy #i kinda need therapy actually #fun fact: i actually do have that exact bedding #and i use cucumber body wash #i've got curly hair tho so i be using coconut shampoo

[ilikebooksmoviesseriesandanime]

I can't move on from whatever they did on vol2, but all I know and believe is: everyone deserves a good coming out chance, and to graduate

#byler #mike x will #will byers #mike wheeler #steddie #byler fandom #ronance #lumax #jopper #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #fix it fic #I neede therapy but it's expensive #so I wrote a fanfic instead #fluffy #eventual romance #confession #coming out #little angst

[magdaclaire]

okay so like. does anybody else forget that other people actually hear what they say. like i forget that things i say might exist in someone's memory besides my own. i assume people do not think about the things that i say

#and like i am including writing in this #i genuinely forget that someone might be out there with a screenshot of something i wrote on their phone because #it struck them in a particular way. that's an incredibly insane thought to me. remembered that people like my writing and lost it i think #like isn't that crazy. like what the fuck. people like the things i produce and the words i use and the way i talk. that's crazy #i keep meaning to bring up the low self esteem thing in therapy but instead i spent twenty minutes explaining nov 5 to my therapist #mer rambles

[camille-lachenille]

When, at the darkest of the night, all hope seems lost, Frodo may be dead, and he is alone in the land of Shadow, Sam still finds in him to sing about Spring in the Shire far away and the brightness of the stars and the sun above the clouds of Mordor. This is but a simple song, a shred of brightness and hope in a place of evil; but it holds all the love Sam has for his homeland, for the beauty of the world he has seen in his dreadful journey, and the acceptance that he may be well walking to his end. But he is not bitter, for the stars will still shine bright in the sky, and the flowers bloom in the Shire, and this is enough to give him strength to go on.

And when, against all odds, Frodo and Sam manage their long and painful way to Mount Doom, he still holds to any shred of hope he can find. There is one passage I have in mind, where Frodo is asleep and Sam watches over him. The air is dense with foul smoke, and the skies hidden by dark clouds, when suddenly the wind briefly parts the clouds and Sam sees the stars for the first time since he entered the Vale of Morgul. They are small and flickering, so distant, but they are still here, eternal and impossible to snuff out. And Sam finds his hope rekindled by this sight, he sees the light within him that the darkness of Mordor had hidden from his very heart, and it gives him the strength to continue.

Sam never loses hope, not even in the darkest place, not even when he stands on the edge of death in the fires of Mount Doom and he knows there will be no return for Frodo and him, he still has hope for their friends and the Shire and the world.

And this unwavering, unstoppable force that is Sam’s hope, is something that speaks deeply to me. I have been in dark places these past years, I still have days where clouds hide the stars and I can barely find in myself to go out of bed, but I think of Sam, and I do it. Because there will be something, no matter how small and brief it is, that will make the day worth going through. I will listen to Sam’s song at the Tower of Cirith Ungol and remember that, somewhere, there is spring awaking and sun shining no matter how I feel, and that is what makes the world a place worth living in. And as Sam would say "There's some good in the world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for."

Samwise Gamgee, humble gardener of the Shire and loyal friend, is the greatest hero ever written in the history of literature.

#tolkien #lord of the rings #lotr #the lord of the rings #song #tolkien song #samwise gamgee #samwise the brave #hopeful #hope #i wrote this instead of sleeping #lotr thoughts #half baked ramblings by a sleep deprived tolkien fan #I cannot express how much important Sam is for me #literally #lotr is my therapy at this point #Youtube