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deadlittledogs · 4 months

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how do you have motivation to produce so much art? ive been having the worst art block ever, thinking about drawing makes me roll my eyes now…

ive always admired your passion for drawing so im curious as to what keeps you going

I MEAN…. I get art block constantly but I actually found some ways to mitigate it!! (*^◯^*)

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1.) Draw cringe. Just the most self indulgent things possible with no expectation to share it with anyone. Think of it as like, ‘this is only for me, so it can be as messy and weird as I want and I don’t have to feel bad for not making a solid, aesthetically pleasing product’. This is what I did when I wasn’t very active online, I like to call it my ‘goon’ year because all I drew was buttsex and boys kissing and really offensive crap lol. But not having the pressure of getting likes or engagements on social media can be a big relief until you feel comfortable again. It’s always good to draw consistently.

2.) HAVE ARTIST FRIENDS TO PUMP YOU UP!!!! Following my bestie breakup I was really depressed and had no energy to draw, especially because I had just separated from someone who was so impactful in my creative process. Not having someone to workshop and get excited about ideas with was really hard, because now I didn’t have someone who could help fine tune my vision and provide input on the stuff I was working on. It’s still not the same without her, but I found that engaging with people who are very optimistic about centering their lives around art creates a certain atmosphere that will leave you feeling energized!!! Having artist friends show you their own process, their own projects, and being able to bond over your shared passion is something really amazing and fun. It made me realize how important art was to me and how I wanted to take the encouragements my friends gave me and make them really proud one day!!!

3.) DRAW AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE….. this is the one that works but hurts the most….. I find that during art blocks I draw really shitty and it lowers my morale lol. I get even a whiff of inspiration but the minute I draw one wobbly line I’m instantly bored over the fact that I haven’t spontaneously created the Mona Lisa.

You just have to push through it (T . T) ITS SO HARD but if you make it a habit to at least be THINKING about the sort of thing you’d like to draw every day, eventually you’ll feel more enthused when it’s time to pick up that pen or pencil.

4.) This one is less size-fits-all but honestly, I recommend not looking at other peoples work too much. This one is a tricky one because getting reference and wanting to feel inspired by others are important elements in creating art too, but sometimes it can be a bit de-valuing if you do it too much. It’s easy to think, “Well, I just want to get the ball rolling and maybe change up my style a bit, what are other people doing?” Just to spiral down a rabbit hole of “Omg, all these other artist are better than me. How come I’m not as talented? This person is much younger than me- how is that even fair?! What’s the point of drawing if I’m always going to be so far behind?!”

DON’T COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHERS AND JUST GO AT YOUR OWN PACE!!!!!!

ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3

Yes, there are a billion other people who are way more talented than you’ll ever be. Who cares? Draw the things that make you happy, and people who appreciate it will come along. It’s not a competition, it’s an expression of the spirit!! 🤓☝🏼

5.) SOMETIMES YA JUST NEED A BREAK MAN…… I recommended not getting too greedy with it and becoming lazy (something I have a problem with lol) but art block can sometimes signify a burn out, plain and simple. Take some time to reconnect with yourself, don’t worry about making art and worry more about doing some self care. Go look at the mountains, spend some time with friends, engage in other hobbies like sticking metal rods in your penis or knitting. A lot of times going to new places and trying new things can help inspiration strike! :3

but yeah…. there’s some advice!

I hope this list helps you, nonnie!! ∩^ω^∩

Good Luck!!!!!!!!!!!!🍀🍰🌈🤍🦅

#watch me say all this and then get art block lolololol #I was in art block for like almost a year straight so now I’m TERRIFIED of it happening again #idk how many times I just felt too tired to draw and would instantly start having a panic attack like ‘NO… MY SPARKLE…. ITS GONE AGAIN!!!’#but thankfully I’m watchful enough to spot the tricks that help me come out of it…. SO PERHAPS NEXT TIME I WILL BE PREPARED!

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bl00dybat · 2 months

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i just feel so hollow and sad most days, so alone. i cant afford my meds right now and its really fucking me up. my nightmares have been worse and my anxiety. nothing feels enough to distract, everyday passes in a blur and feels just as pointless as the next. i wish i could hangout with someone near me but there just isnt anyone. the one friend i made always cancels cause her husband doesn't like her hanging out with people. idk im just trying to find some peace of mind. im tired of struggling, all around me i see people who are successful, who grinded so much and can now experience financial stability and a job doing stuff they love. everyday i crave it and convince myself it wouldn't be worth it to die because its possible to turn around and have a better life. i cant stop stressing myself over it and feeling defeated when everyday seems like a dead end. fuck i just want to feel confident and comfortable in my art again, fuck i just want to finish all the pieces i need to so i can have a finished portfolio, go into shops and get a fucking apprenticeship already. i think about it all day everyday yet i get easily overwhelmed with my art cause im already so stressed with everything, im constantly comparing myself and never feeling like enough. when will i be enough? i feel so far from the person that is me. i dont want to hate myself, find myself disgustint and unworthy of love, i want to heal i NEED to heal so i can move forward in life it just feels so impossible right now. depression has me desperately trying to find comfort in my vices, anything to feel some form of control and peace, anything to not focus on the endless misery i feel. please please just let me be okay. i want to be happy so bad. i want to be a weight i feel comfortable at and not constantly hyper aware of how it looks every second, i dont want to think, i want to eat healthy and feel happy and energized by what i eat, not constantly having to eat fast food or unhealthy shit in general cause its cheap and we're poor. i miss having a job where i could really save money, i miss having a working car, i miss my friends who lived nearby, but have now moved all over the place, some really succeeding in life. im so happy for them and so jealous. my family looks at my life and just sees struggle, my dad literally saying "you need to move out of there soon so you can escape this miserable existence youre living". if it looks so miserable to everyone else how can i not feel miserable? im trying to be optimistic. im trying. i just want a break from everything that hurts so much. i put so much pressure on my art because getting an apprenticeship is my key out of this shit, i can only escape this situation myself and if i can get that, within a year i could be a full-time artist living my dreams, saving, and otw to my own apartment and so much more. i *have* to do this. please universe just help me be something and get somewhere, im tired of suffering im tired of my brain ruining life for me..

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may I ask for a haikyuu male matchup?f,straight.5’2.long black hair wbangs,golden olive skin&kind yet mysterious brown eyes.skinny.i dress in turtlenecks,skirts &ballerina shoes.i come off as a friendly,kind,organized person who has it together(internal screaming).a good girl&and don’t mind. ♋ im reasonable,adaptable&stick out due to my vintage style&ethnicity.luckily,im quite outwardly confidant.a bit naïve,nostalgic,moody and affectionate.i strive for balance but my head is always buzzing.1☾

I’m really hoping you like your match ☾ anon! I pretty much decided on Bokuto from the moment I read your description. He’s a good boy and he would definitely keep life interesting!

Find out how to request a match-up HERE

Your match is: Kotaro Bokuto

Why Bokuto?

I think you and Bokuto would have an interesting dynamic. I feel like both of your personality traits would balance each other out, which is something you mentioned being important to you. You have a lot of things in common. For example, you are both really kind, friendly, and optimistic. He’s very supportive and encouraging of other people, even when they’re not his teammates. I think he’ll be just as supportive as a partner. Even if he doesn’t know much about your hobbies, he’s going to be willing to give them a try or at least cheer you on whenever you need motivation. He’s definitely going to want to go hiking and stargazing with you.

There are a few of your personality traits that are going to be really good for Bokuto. You said you show your love through words of affirmation. Bokuto can lose confidence in himself sometimes, and the best way to boost his spirits is through verbal emotional support. Bokuto is also super energetic and playful, so your “mom friend” energy is going to come in handy if he ever needs to dial it down a bit. You’re the one who can keep him grounded. If you look up to people who are passionate, you will not be disappointed with Bokuto. He is one big ball of passion! He always puts 110% of himself into the things he loves!

Bokuto has a lot of personality traits that complement you as well. He isn’t the type to hide his emotions, so he’s going to encourage you to open up and be yourself. I imagine him being a bit of a romantic as well, kind of similar to a love sick puppy dog. He’s going to eat up any affection you show him, and give you more hugs and cuddles than you’d ever need in return. I don’t know why, but I also feel like he’d really love your clothing style. He would think you’re so cute!

SHORT STORY

Climbing a mountain that weekend had been sort of a spur of the moment decision that you had made with your boyfriend when the plans he’d had with his friends got canceled suddenly. You’d been hiking plenty of times before, but tackling an entire mountain was an adventure you weren’t sure you were up for. Now that you were out on the trail though, you were on cloud nine. The air was so fresh, and the sound of the wind blowing through the trees energized you.

“Baaaabe,” Bokuto groans from behind you. Turning around, you see him slouched forward as he dragged his feet with an exaggerated expression on his face. “I think I’m going to die!” You roll your eyes. He could be such a drama queen at times.

“Kotaro, this was your idea in the first place,” You remind him while slowing down to match his pace.

“Yeah,” he tilts his head while giving you puppy dog eyes. “Because I thought it would make you happy.” You take his arm and lean into him affectionately.

“I’m always happy when I get to spend time with you,” you promise. “If you want to turn back though, I won’t be upset.” Bokuto perks up at your kind words, seeming to come out of his funk in the blink of an eye. He laces your fingers together and picks up the pace.

“Of course we’re not going to give up!” His golden eyes were full of determination now. “We’re already halfway to the top!” He manages to keep his renewed vigor until you finally reach the top of the mountain. It had taken longer than you’d expected to get to the summit, but the scenery was worth it. The sun was just starting to set and tiny specs of starlight were starting to appear in the sky.

“It’s beautiful,” you say breathlessly.

“Yeah,” Bokuto agrees while keeping your hand in his. “This view was totally worth the climb!” He knew you liked gazing at the stars, but he found himself drawn more to the lovely smile on your face than what was going on in the sky. The curiosity and awe in the depths of your brown eyes made his heart beat a little faster and a blush to heat up his cheeks.

“We can’t stay too long though,” you sigh. “I’m worried about going down the mountain in the dark.”

“Don’t even worry about that, babe!” Bokuto slings an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. “I’ll just make a reservation at the inn we passed a while back.”

“Really?” You ask in surprise.

“Yeah!” Bokuto gives you a huge smile, “I hear mountain resorts have the best food! And if you think the sunset is great, just imagine how amazing the sunrise will be!”

Thinking about the special menu the hotel was sure to have had the foodie in you jumping for joy. The thought of having a full nights rest before having to descend the mountain sounded nice to your tired legs as well. After calling and making the reservation, Bokuto found a nice spot for you both to lay back and relax while the night took over the sky above you.

#Cindy's Birthday Event #Bokuto #kotaro bokuto #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#match-up

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lovelyfeh · 5 years

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HINATA IS SUCH A BABE IM LOVE HIM??

amazing choice!! and don’t worry,I understand completely!! this is so cute i’ve been waiting for forever for a hinata request so this was so fun!! i really hope you liked this honey!! ❤️ ( @the-emblem-of-fire )

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•When Hinata first met you he knew of your nature immediately. You were quiet, avoided eye contact, and seemed to shrink under his gaze as he made friendly small talk with you.

•Hinata is very much an extrovert. The first time he talks to you definitely won’t be the last, so expect him to constantly be around and chatting to you about something.

•He knows you’re more reserved than others, so he puts in extra effort to get to know you better. He won’t overstep his boundaries and give you space when you need it, but won’t back down from socializing with you. Hinata’s a good guy, give him a chance!

•It takes a lot of time, but he can slowly see you breaking out of your shell the more you’re around him.

•Occasionally he’ll catch your eye gazing at him for longer than usual, and sometimes he sees a nervous smile sent his way.

•(what he didn’t know was that there was a layer of affection under these actions-)

•One day he really gets a good look at you. He takes in your gorgeous features, and for some reason his face feels really hot?? And then when you suddenly turn to him with the same shy look you always have hE’S BURNING SOMEONE HELP-

•Hinata is very quick to act on his feelings! It’ll only take him a day or two before he’s absolutely sure you’re the one for him! Because of this he makes sure to find out the best way to confess to you!

•But then he accidently blurts out his feelings for you in the middle of a battle-

•“Hey! Stay back you fiends! I won’t let you hurt my beloved S/O!”

•Hinata what’d you just say?

•Afterwards he properly tells you his feelings. His method is silly but genuine, lifting you up in his arms and spinning around with you while simultaneously telling you everything he loves about you. It’s super cheesy but you love it anyway.

•Although Hinata was in for a pleasant surprise!

•The morning right after His confession your personality does a complete 180! You run up to him with a cheerful smile and energetic eyes, looking absolutely ready to take on the day!

•He’s so stunned at first all he can do is let you drag him around while casually conversing with him as if you’d been dating him since day one.

•And then he’s super excited!

•With your newfound energy he falls even more in love with you! Hinata himself is a very off the wall type of person, so revealing that you had a whole new side to you that meet his attitude with equal enthusiasm is huge!

•With your reserved nature gone he can now shower you in compliments! Even though you still may get flustered, he thinks that they shouldn’t bother you much considering you send compliments back his way afterwards.

•Loves to hear you laugh! When you were shyer he rarely ever got a giggle out of you, but now it comes so naturally! It’s one of his favorite things about you!

•Big on training together! I hope you’re up for trying new things because soon he’ll have you learning the way of the katana-

•He calls you his ‘ball of sunshine’ because you brighten up his day with your cheerfulness! He can’t live a day without hearing your optimistic words!

•Hinata doesn’t fail to notice that you still act quite shy around people you aren’t familiar with, so he sticks by your side to make you feel a bit more comfortable and open. He wants everyone to know how sweet and cute this side of you is, so he’ll push you to be a bit more sociable!

•Hinata will spend most of the day sending hugs and kisses your way, making sure you’re taking care of yourself and that you always feel energized!

•You two are a (hidden) match made in heaven! With two equally upbeat people together it’s just a giant love-fest! In all honesty, expect Hinata to turn it into a competition-

•“I bet I can love you more S/O!”

•“I dare you to try, Hinata. Bring it on! I’ll love you so much you won’t even know what hit you!”

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#fire emblem imagines #fire emblem x reader #feh #hinata x reader #mod cordelias book of imagines #hope you enjoyed!!#100 follower special #💖💖💖#im love him omg

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ofmilesmorales · 5 years

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a box full of sharp objects

WHO: Miles Morales WHAT: After a routine mission with Jessica Drew to take down a Hydra base goes terribly wrong, Miles is left to suffer the consequences. WHERE: Underground Hydra bunker, precise location unknown. TRIGGER WARNINGS: kidnapping, torture, experimentation, mutilation, violence

It was hard to tell time in the windowless room but if he had to guess, Miles would have said he kept up the quips for close to three days. It was probably a generous estimation, probably far too optimistic to be true, but it wasn’t as if there was anyone around to disprove it. So, by his count, he spent the better part of three days doing what Jess would have done. He made bad jokes, muttered puns that only he laughed at, masked his fear with stupid, silly bullshit that he told himself made things a little easier.

It didn’t, of course. Not really. Strapped to a table, alone, and shit scared, it was hard to imagine anything being easy. Easy was something he’d left in the rear-view mirror the second Hydra nabbed him, something that was more a distant memory than anything else at this point. Easy was far, far away from where Miles was now, and he was pretty sure everyone else knew it, too.

But, in spite of that, he kept up the jokes for the better part of three days. He made small talk with the agent drawing vial after vial of blood, pretended not to feel woozy the fifth time they stuck the needle into his arm. Later, of course, he’d long for the moments when all they were doing was drawing blood. In comparison to the other things, the things they called litmus tests, having blood drawn was easy. It was a pinch and an ache, the kind of thing he could call a bloody nightmare with a shiteating grin while still feeling relatively safe. (At least, as safe as one could feel when strapped to a table in some Nazi’s basement.)

Naturally, the feeling of relative safety didn’t last. After the blood samples came the tissue samples, and those were more than a pinch and an ache. “There are more humane ways to do this,” said the doctor taking the sample. There was no follow up, no apology, and Miles knew she’d said it only to be sure that he knew he was suffering more than he needed to.

At that point, he still felt brave. At that point, he could still let his head loll over to the side to look at her with a stupid grin and the closest thing to a shrug he could muster while strapped to a table. “You should really include that in your Nobel speech,” he told her, raising a brow. “Those Peace Prize people would love that. You’d be a hit.”

(He tried to keep himself from making a pun when she reared back and backhanded him across the face, but the words, “Not that kind of hit,” stumbled out anyways and earned him a second backhand. Stubbornly, Miles told himself Jess would have said it was worth it. Logically, he knew Jess would insist that none of this was worth it. Miles was pretty content to ignore logic for the moment.)

Things only seemed to get worse from there. Miles hadn’t seen the woman responsible for bringing him here, the crazy one who’d yelled at Jess that everyone called Madame Hydra because apparently evil scientists didn’t do creative nicknames, but he had a feeling she was always close by. There was a mirror on one wall, the kind that was obviously a one-way glass, and sometimes, the scientists poking and prodding him would glance to it. Like children seeking approval from their parents, or dogs wagging their tails in hopes of a treat. It made Miles feel a little sick to know that there was someone out there watching all this. It made him even sicker to think that it was probably the same woman who’d made Jess look so scared at the Hydra base.

He heard the door open, and he lifted his head as far off the table as he could. Admittedly, that wasn’t very far at all. They had him strapped down pretty securely, even with the energized cuffs they’d stuck on him in the base. Apparently, Hydra wasn’t big on risk-taking when it came to superpowers. Miles might have found that flattering if he weren’t so scared.

“Can I get a sandwich?” His voice was a lot weaker now than it had been in the beginning, but he figured that was okay. “I could really go for a sandwich. I mean, I’d like some chalupas more, but something tells me you guys don’t have a great cook.”

“They said you were still talking,” the man commented, setting a leather case down on the table beside Miles’s head and unfolding it. The scent of rust and copper hit him in a nauseating wave, and he glanced over to see metal instruments with flecks of dried blood dulling the surface.

“That doesn’t look sanitary,” he commented, and god, he was proud that he didn’t sound as scared as he felt. The truth was, Miles was terrified. He’d been in some bad situations before, been beaten down by Kingpin and nearly strangled by his own uncle, but this? This was something else. This was something he’d never thought to prepare for. Miles always figured that this life would kill him. His introduction to heroism had been watching Peter die, and he was too smart to imagine a happier ending for himself than that. He’d accepted that this life was going to kill him, but he’d thought it would be fast. He’d thought he’d go out like Peter in a blaze of glory, fighting a battle to save the whole multiverse from collapse. Instead, it was looking more and more like he’d die here. Strapped to a table in a damp basement with pieces cut off of him, bleeding out as a science experiment. It wasn’t the end he’d imagined. It wasn’t the end he’d hoped for.

“I’ll give you this, you’re stubborn,” the man continued as if Miles hadn’t spoken at all, running his fingers along his tools until he seemed to find one he liked. It looked like some kind of plier set, and Miles shifted instinctively, putting an inch more of distance between them as if it would matter at all. “Most people stop looking for conversation after a day or so. Children usually take less time than that.”

“I’m not a ---” Miles started, but he was interrupted when the man grabbed his jaw and wrenched him forward. He held his mouth open with his hand, and Miles understood very suddenly what the pliers were for. He thrashed and yanked, trying to get his head away, but he was far from his best. He’d been here for hours or days or months or years. He wasn’t sure how long exactly, but he knew it was a while. He knew he was tired. He knew he didn’t stand a chance against the metal pliers making their way to the back of his mouth, knew he was helpless when they tightened against one of his teeth.

Of course, knowing all that didn’t make it any easier when the man yanked, and Miles let out a mangled yell at the taste of blood in his mouth.

The man hummed, pulling the pliers out with a tooth between them, inspecting it for a moment before putting it into a petri dish on the table. “Teeth aren’t the most useful source of DNA, but we do like to be thorough,” he said, sounding like a teacher in a lecture hall droning out facts to a room full of tired students.

Miles gasped out a few breaths, turning his head to the side to let the blood leak out the side of his mouth rather than down his throat. The pain was still washing over him steadily, still settling in to join the rest of the damage his stay with Hydra had left him with. “I feel…” He started, eyes clenched tightly shut, “I feel like you’re n-not a qualified d...dentist.” The words were mangled, forced out through his aching mouth, but he couldn’t stop them. He didn’t want to stop them. Peter had been rebellious to the very end, and Miles wanted to do the same. If he was going to die here, he wanted it to be with both middle fingers up --- even if that was only a metaphor at this point.

The scientist tsked thoughtfully, and Miles felt him lean in close to inspect his expression. Turning his head to face the man, he spat blood into his face, feeling satisfied at the disgusted noise it pulled from him.

Of course, the satisfaction didn’t last. The man was back in his toolkit, back to running his fingers across metal until he found something he liked. This time, it was a scalpel and Miles drew in a trembling breath. “Did you know the palpimanus gibbulus has a cuticle tens of micrometers thick? It acts as something of an armor, protects it from harm. It’s widely considered one of the toughest species of spider.” Miles watched the scalpel glint in the dull light of the bare bulb hanging above.

He was a smart guy. He knew what was coming next. A scalpel mixed with a creepy speech mixed with a hefty dose of anger? There were only so many ways that could end. That didn’t make it hurt less when the blade dug into his stomach, slicing open his uniform and his skin all at once. The scientist looked down thoughtfully. “I guess you didn’t get your powers from a palpimanus gibbulus.”

“Was that ---” Miles let out a shaky breath, eyes clamped shut as a wave of pain and nausea washed over him. “Was that a… a joke? Not… Not bad for your first time. Maybe you should quit this life and take some im---improv classes.”

The only reply he got was another cut, another bite of the scalpel digging in, and his mouth hurt a little too much to keep up a one-sided conversation. He was grateful when the scalpel went back in the toolkit, though he knew any reprieve he found would only be temporary.

Next, the scientist produced a cattle prod from somewhere outside of the scope of Miles’s vision, testing the button a few time to let the sparks fly where Miles could see them. “I hear you produce bioelectric shocks,” the scientist said, though Miles knew he wasn’t really talking to him. He was talking to hear his own voice, or to let the people behind that mirror know what was going on, or to keep a mental note of what he was doing. Talking to Miles would mean that he thought of Miles as a person, and it was clear that that wasn't the case. People didn’t treat other people this way. If Miles had to go out, he wanted to go out believing that people didn’t treat other people this way. “I’m curious if this ability makes you less susceptible to electricity.”

Miles swallowed as the cattle prod came closer. “Take off the cuffs,” he said, trying to keep his voice casual as if he were making small talk. “I can show you something that’ll really shock you if you take off these cuffs.” The scientist smirked, raising a brow before pressing the end of the cattle prod against Miles’s stomach and pressing down on the button.

Electricity, Miles learned, hurt like hell. It was almost enough to make him feel bad for all the people he’d venom blasted over the years, almost enough to make him regret it. But all the people he’d shocked had been people like this. All the people he’d hurt had been people who’d earned it. Miles didn’t like hurting people. It was an unfortunate side effect of heroism, something that had to be done in order to fix things. Some people needed to be hurt to keep them from hurting other people and it sucked, but it was the job.

Miles didn’t like hurting people, but he wanted to hurt this man now. He hadn’t felt rage like this since Aaron’s death, hadn’t felt fury this deep since he’d begged the people he’d worked with them to let him make it right. I have to make him pay. You have to let me make him pay! He hated that feeling, but he clung to it now. It was better than the electricity surging through him, better than the aching in his jaw, better than the sting of the cuts on his torso. That feeling, at least, was one he could control.

Things went on for a while after that. The man asked rhetorical questions that he answered with his experiments. Did the super strength that allowed him to swing without tiring out make the bones in his fingers stronger to compensate? The scientist bent back three of his fingers until they snapped before deciding on no. Did Miles have retractable claws, the way some spiders did? The man yanked out a fingernail from each hand before settling on no again. Every terrible question came with a more terrible form of answer and, by the time the man folded his toolkit back in on itself, Miles was exhausted.

The man looked down at him, and Miles knew he was expecting another joke. And he tried. He really did. He tried to be like Peter, like Jess, like Daisy or Natasha or Jessica. Any one of them would have hit the guy with a quip right then, even tired and beat to hell. Any one of them would have kept going, but Miles couldn’t. He just couldn’t. He closed his eyes until he heard footsteps retreating, kept them clamped tightly shut as the door opened and shut.

By his count, he’d made it the better part of three days before the quips stopped.

He tried to tell himself that was an accomplishment.

#(𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞'𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖊. || self para)#self: sharp objects #tw: kidnapping #tw: torture #tw: experimentation #tw: mutilation #tw: violence

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unixcommerce · 5 years

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5 Ways to Beat Imposter Syndrome

Do you sometimes feel like an imposter in your business life? Like you are acting as if you are authentic and confident but not necessarily feeling it?

There you are tapped for a promotion, being acknowledged and recognized for your work and accomplishments and yet feeling like a fraud conflicted about your self worth and self esteem?

Well there’s a name for it. Psychology Day calls it Imposter Syndrome.

According to the Oxford Dictionary, Imposter syndrome is:

“The persistent inability to believe that one’s success is deserved or has been legitimately achieved as a result of one’s own efforts or skills resulting in an increased risk of anxiety.

According to Psychology Today it’s not an actual disorder, but more of a psychological term referring to a pattern of behavior. The term was coined by clinical psychologists Pauline Clance and Suzanne Imes in 1978, when they found that despite having adequate external evidence of accomplishments, people with imposter syndrome remained convinced that they don’t deserve the success they have. They also noted it was more prevalent in women

Although it is not a disorder it can cause stress, anxiety, low self confidence, and in some cases even depression. Now that we have all the definitions on the table, be optimistic that if you are one of many who do experience this, there are many things you can do to improve and beat it.

5 Ways to Beat Imposter Syndrome

1. Tap Into Your Self Knowledge and Accomplishments

Take some time to document and review your positive qualities, professional accolades and reputation. Do an Internet search of yourself to see how you are branded and see how everything you are doing is working. The search engines simply publish what you create, they don’t edit anything. This is your public brand.

2. Welcome Experiences that Shape your Values and Viewpoints about Life

Experiences are our greatest teachers. Think about the groups, activities, volunteerism you have invested time in and how they have changed and enhanced you. What lessons you have you learned? Which people have touched and impacted you and how have they added to your life? Think about how you felt about yourself by your your experiences and participation.

3. Face Your Fears Head On

What are you afraid of?

Most people will have moments or occasions where they don’t feel 100% confident. There may be times when you feel out of sorts and self-doubt can be a normal reaction. Always consider the context of your feelings. Tap into your support system and seek out a trusted colleague, who you can talk candidly with who knows you and gives honest, constructive feedback. Plan a lunch or coffee if they are in proximity or phone call if they are not. Fears and phobias can be debilitating and can inhibit your professional success, so being willing to identify them, deal with them head on and if necessary seek professional help are important. The reality is most of us have fears, but most are not based in reality and can be worked through and are temporary.

4. Build, Nourish and Raise Your Self Esteem

Taking care of ourselves is essential to maintaining our overall health and well being. Balance, moderation are perspective helps us deal with our big picture and our daily activities and responsibilities. How we feel about ourselves is the basis for feeling authentic not an imposter in our lives. We all go through cycles of challenge, change and conflicts but we can process them through by how we take care of ourselves physically, mentally and spiritually. Time management and being well rounded help stabilize our self esteem. Get sober, develop a new hobby, make more dedicated time for family, friends, travel, volunteerism, practice kindness, get organized and prioritize. Do things that make you feel great about yourself and you will feel more authentic.

5. Attitude is Everything

Gratitude is an action word. Be grateful for every day you are alive and all the opportunities that each day brings. Our powers are inside of us: our feelings, values, attitudes and actions. Most things we are powerless over are outside of us: people, places, things, occurrences and events. When we get clear on this power dynamic and shift our focus and our energy to where our powers are best applied, we can enjoy our life, help others and strengthen our self esteem.

In 2016, one of my colleagues made a decision to move from Florida where she spent most of her life to Colorado and continue her life in a place that always touched her. She felt it fit her life goals and lifestyle now. It was a gutsy adult decision that has totally re-energized her spirit and attitude. Don’t be afraid to make a significant thoughtful change.

Imposter syndrome is real and touches many areas of our lives. It is up to us to figure out what our value and authenticity needs are, so that we can live true to our essence.

Unmask and show your humanity, beauty and awesomeness.

“Inside of me, inside of me,

I swear it’s all there.

Open up your heart and set it free.

You are worthy and magnetic..

Don’t ever be afraid to be kinetic….

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8/03/17

Summer is coming to an end, its been a trip. May 24th I had the worst breakdown of my life and wanted to end my life. Its been about 2 months and some change and im happy. Ive found happiness within myself. 2017s first few months were absolute shit but im hoping to close out the year with a smile like I have on right now. School is about to start and idk how I feel about that, I always feel trapped in school for 16 week interludes. Last semester was the shittiest. I had all night classes which meant I couldnt do anything during the day, I just broke up with my girlfriend and my mom went overseas for a while. I didn't have one soul in my life. My days were spent waking up to everyone in the house gone, doing school work until I had 4 hour classes at night, and then coming home to everyone asleep. It was lonely and depressing. During the school year, I dont have any friends because theyre gone at other schools. Thats the problem with only having a few friends. It was a dark winter. Hopefully my happiness sticks around this year. Im not in all night classes so my days will have some sunshine in them. I dedicated the whole summer to figuring out who I am and regaining hope. I was so hopeless a few months ago. Ive come to love life. I realized that if you wake up with the “fuck life, fuck people, fuck everything” attitude, life will give you exactly that. Youll be trapped in the darkness youve created. If you wake up hopeful, energized and optimistic, life will love you right back. I need to make friends this school year, I can no longer hang out with nobody all the time. It takes a toll on you. I spent the first year and a half of college hanging out with my ex, I didnt make any friends or keep up old friendships because I was fine with only having her, she was all i thought i needed. Now that shes gone I have rekindled old friendships that fell off because of me being so distant to everybody. I love everybody in my life, there is only a few but they all mean the world to me. I have picked up great things and thrown out bad habits this summer. I work out almost everyday, I am in the middle of reading a book, I have started to write songs and poetry. I have learned to appreciate the small things. I have learned to be more grateful. I needed this summer, I needed to fall down so I could take a step back, put everything in perspective and regain my smile. My smile booms now, im anxious but ready to go destroy the next 2 years of school. I am no longer delusional about love. Rainbows cant appear if theres not a little rain. Im no longer a kid, I make investments with my money, I no longer waste days on social media. I appreciate my blessings, I appreciate all the lessons ive learned. Im a good person, Im an amazing friend, and im positive about life. If people want to leave, thats on them. They got no idea what theyre missing out on. Be smooth tumblr, ill update you guys in a few months.

Go make someone smile, go appreciate your backyard, hit up someone that you miss.

Love you all.

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5 Ways to Beat Imposter Syndrome

Do you sometimes feel like an imposter in your business life? Like you are acting as if you are authentic and confident but not necessarily feeling it?

There you are tapped for a promotion, being acknowledged and recognized for your work and accomplishments and yet feeling like a fraud conflicted about your self worth and self esteem?

Well there’s a name for it. Psychology Day calls it Imposter Syndrome.

According to the Oxford Dictionary, Imposter syndrome is:

“The persistent inability to believe that one’s success is deserved or has been legitimately achieved as a result of one’s own efforts or skills resulting in an increased risk of anxiety.

5 Ways to Beat Imposter Syndrome

1. Tap Into Your Self Knowledge and Accomplishments

2. Welcome Experiences that Shape your Values and Viewpoints about Life

3. Face Your Fears Head On

What are you afraid of?

4. Build, Nourish and Raise Your Self Esteem

5. Attitude is Everything

Imposter syndrome is real and touches many areas of our lives. It is up to us to figure out what our value and authenticity needs are, so that we can live true to our essence.

Unmask and show your humanity, beauty and awesomeness.

“Inside of me, inside of me,

I swear it’s all there.

Open up your heart and set it free.

You are worthy and magnetic..

Don’t ever be afraid to be kinetic….

Image: Depositphotos.com

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