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toomuchracket · 8 months

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do you think d!word girlie is all into her wellness and working out? idk, I picture her as being really into her skincare and pilates etc when she has the time? and maybe she works out with matty sometimes, like maybe she introduces him to some skincare products, or when she’s out he uses some of her bath salts or moisturisers because they smell like her <3

anything to decrease the stress of your job, you're into lmao. i don't think you're necessarily at the gym every day, maybe a couple of times a week when you can, but i see you as being a fan of a daily youtube yoga/pilates/morning and evening stretches (sidenote these are actually p good) sesh. i'm sure i saw someone say on here that doing yoga in matty's house would be so good because it's so calm - that's one of the first things you say when you go over there for the first time for drinks with everyone, and matty chokes on his wine at the thought of you a) casually being in his house, b) casually being in his house in workout gear, and c) casually being in his house in workout gear stretching your body out. and then he feels guilty for thinking that. but he's like "well you can test that theory out whenever you want lol", and you just giggle but internally you spiral a lil bit. you do try it, though, once you start dating, and after matty does his "obligatory boyfriend ogling bit" (his words) he actually joins in; in return, you go to jiu jitsu with him a couple of times, but as we've seen from previous blurbs you're both far too competitive and far too horny to actually progress with it lmfao. the "too horny" thing is also why you and matty only go to the gym together on tour when there's no real other option - he's been yelled at by his pt too many times for looking at you do a spin workout or squats instead of doing his own workouts lmao (and you're no better, staring at him with obvious lust as he does literally anything all sweaty and breathless). but aside from that, you both like going for walks and hiking and stuff, so you do that together with no issues lol.

and skincare/beauty/wellness... let's just say, you are a woman on a decent pay grade (i know they're skint. but this is fiction! either way, i suppose, you have a simpy rich boyf who likes spoiling you, so you have Funds lol) with a space nk loyalty card, and by god do you use it to buy some fancy moisturisers and makeup and fragrance. but also you're a boots girly who loves a garnier sheet mask. duality! i think matty learned about your interest in it pretty quickly - thinking one of your earlier dates as an exclusive couple in a central london restaurant was interrupted by you getting a notification that your click and collect space nk order was in, and you were like "oh i'll pick that up tomorrow", and matty was like "babe we can get it when we leave here lol we might as well if we're nearby". once you collected the order (while you queued, matty test-sprayed all of the perfumes to find out which one you wore so he could buy you it for your birthday lmao) and the two of you were settled with a drink in a nearby bar, matty was like "so. what did you get?" and literally made you do an unboxing for him lmfao; he was so cute, though, genuinely interested in what you were saying about your purchases and asking questions and smelling the body lotions and whatever. you actually bought him a little travel size version of a lotion he loved the scent of, but ever since you guys started properly dating and staying with each other he just steals yours lol. but you don't mind, because he has a really nice shower gel that you always use when you're at his, so it balances out. like you said, it's a comfort thing - you both use each other's things (and the bath salts you reserve for when the two of you have romantic baths together) because they smell like them, and it makes you feel safe. it's the same with you guys and evening skincare, you and matty just love the little rituals you share and time you spend together every night you're both in the same place, and it just feels so cosy and comforting and domestic and sweet <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty

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flowercrown-bard · 2 months

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Thank you @restless-witch for tagging me ^^

Questions for 15 friends

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: Not as far as I know (i like to believe I'm named after a character feom "Pippi Longstockings" but i know I'm not) If, for some reason, i don't want to tell someone my given name I tend to use names of characters I played in a ttrpg or in a play (my favourite name is Valentine from Twelth Night) if that counts?

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: Monday, from 8pm until 10:30pm, with some breaks (i had a bit of an exhausting week with a lot of bottled up emotions and rehearsing for a play in which sickness, death and loneliness are prominent topics is both cathartic and very hard sometimes)

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: Nope

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: i used to play handball (hated it), vaulting (loved it), track and field athletics (hated it), hip hop dancing (it was fun i guess but i also felt incredibly awkward), Judo (loved it), Jiu Jitsu (loved it). Now I dance (for the theatre but I'll still count it) and go running sometimes and very rarely I do some sword fighting with a friend (i feel like I'm missing something but i dont remember anything else)

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: Yeah, but only with certain people. I am very bad at telling if someone else is just being sarcastic or is genuinely insulting me, so i often worry that my sarcasm comes across as such. I often follow it up with "just a joke" or something

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: Probably hairstyle and clothes? Visual things by which i can try to remember them

WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: Brown

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: Depends on my mood

ANY TALENTS?: One time I got out of bed and failed so hard that i broke a foot. Make of that what you will

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: Germany

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?:

Theater (including singing, dancing, acting, building the stage set, crafting the props)

cooking (i love doing it, i just don't do it very often)

playing the guitar

ttrpg

going on long walks/hiking -running -creative writing -indulging in the hubris of thinking i can teach myself a new skill without doing any research (aka. Whittling, embroidery, crocheting, making my own dnd dice) I feel like I'm missing something but oh well

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: Sadly no. But I'll give an honourable mention to the dog I'm taking on walks whenever i got time

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 168cm probably. I haven't measured my height in ages

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: Theater and literature. Honourable mention to maths, not because i liked o4 understood the subject but because my teacher was the absolute best

DREAM JOB?: Kindergarten teacher (and maybe publishing a book one day)

Tagging: @dhwty-writes @parttime-creative @sinilumi @combatbootsfemme @lycanbucky @lokibus @a-kind-of-merry-war @witcher-and-his-bard and everyone else who sees this and wants to do this <3

#Tag game #Thank you for the tag!

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 11 months

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Being the group's bodyguard and being in love with Rose would involve...

Rose Weil x reader

This is probably going to interest absolutely no one, but I have been wanting to write it for years!

*****

🌹 You have always been a very active person, a lover of physical exercise. You have started to do combat sports when you were still a little girl: boxing, kick-boxing, jiu-jitsu, karate, muay thai, you have tried them all, becoming in the end a formidable fighter.

🌹 Your career as a professional fighter starts when you are still a little girl, and for years you are one of the most respected fighters in the country, winning many prizes and living your best life... until an head injury, received during the final of an important championship, puts an end to your fighting career.

🌹 The next few years are the saddest and most purposeless of your life; fighting was your life, the only profession you could ever practice, and you know you could never be happy as a shop assistant, a teacher or a lawyer. You have no education, since you left school as soon as you legally could to focus on your fighting career, you are too old to go back studying anyway, and while you still have some money put aside to support yourself, you know that sooner or later you will have to find something to do, instead of spending whole weeks watching sports on TV and crying over your sad destiny, but what? There is absolutely nothing that interests you, nothing you could give your blood for and that makes adrenaline run in your veins as stepping in the ring, or on the tatami, did...

🌹 The person who unexpectedly comes to free you from that torpor of melanchony and regret is Debbie Ocean, a former school friend you had lost contact with decades ago but whose family's reputation, and penchant for mischief, you still remember. A couple times in school you had intervened to defend her from some older students who had accused her of selling them fake test answer sheets (she had.). She remembered you, and had heard of your head injury and consequent fall into disgrace; and now she has come to recruit you for her heist as a... security specialist.

🌹 "Listen, Debbie, I appreciate the offer but I am not going to kill or hurt anyone for you. I am... was... an athlete, not an hitman." "I am not asking you to hurt anyone; we are not even going to use guns"." she reassures you; she told you she just came out of prison, which is the least surprising thing ever "But we need someone to take care of the group's security in case someone tries to hurt us. You are a one woman army, (name); who could be better than you for the job? You will be paid, of course, and very well."

🌹 The offer is... interesting, you must admit, given the generous remuneration you are promised, which obviously would come in handy, as well as because, well, how often does a former school mate comes to enlist you in a band of jewelry thieves? You have always been a law-abiding person, but in the end Debbie does not plan on stealing from people who actually need the money, and this is the first thing that attracts your attention ever since the injury, diverting it from the sad, lonely routine your life has become.

🌹 If you are successful, you reason, you won't have to worry about money or search for a job ever again, which would be nice; and if you are not successful, and you and the rest of Debbie's band are arrested, at least you won't have to worry what you will do for the rest of your life, or at least where you will spend it...

🌹 “Ok. I’m in.”

🌹 Debbie brings the group together, and you are shaking hands with a suburban mom, an hacker and a street hustler, when your eyes fall on a shorter blonde woman... and your heart stops for a bit.

🌹It would be an exaggeration to say you have always been a fashion lover, or even just that you coordinate your outfits every day and follow the latest trends in the magazines, but Rose Weil was a pretty popular designer when you were younger, and it would have been hard not to know who she was. Surprisingly, browsing a fashion magazine you had found in the gym, or absent-mindedly watching a fashion show in TV as you waited for one that interested you, you discovered you actually liked her style: the clothes she designed were original, elegant yet practical, full of vibrant colors and original cuts. You would never feel comfortable with that sort of clothes, being more of a tank-and-shorts kind of woman and because you did not think you had the physique and the posture for it, but you liked what she did.

🌹 And you also liked her, a lot, since the first time you saw the petite blonde woman on TV answering to an interviewer's questions, your heart missed a beat; she was beautiful, and smart and talented, and who knows, maybe one day Rose would create a sportswear line, and then you could actually wear her creations...

🌹 Even though you were ready to bet she was twice as talented as any other designer in the country, Rose's latest collections had been panned by critics, and she had faded into obscurity. You had been strongly disappointed, feeling a sort of kinship with her -after all, had you both not lost what made you successful and fulfilled, either because the public did not understand your vision or you had not been quick enough to avoid a career-ending blow?- but you never thought you would see her in person... and here she is, in front of you, as beautiful as you remembered from the fashion shows you only watched because of her, even though they bore you to death...

🌹 "H-Hi, I am (full name), a former school friend of Debbie. I will take care of you - I mean, I will ensure the security of all of you." you introduce yourself, feeling way more nervous than at your most important matches, and praying she cannot see you are blushing. Rose shakes your hand as she looks you over, and while she had privately thought the group didn't need a bodyguard until a moment ago, she immediately decides she was wrong - or at least, that she is happy Debbie chose you for the job.

🌹 In the following days you and Rose quickly become friends, and while you can't forget the huge crush you had on her, and that is back in full force now that you have actually met the object of your desires, you learn to appreciate her quirky, clever yet self-conscious personality, the capable designer who has been forced to join a heist because she is in debt with the IRS. You are a pretty odd couple but you get along very well, so much that Debbie and Lou decide to send you with Rose to Cartier to examine the necklace, acting as her assistant and bodyguard.

🌹 You have never found anything as sexy and enticing as Rose's voice when she speaks French; she mistakes your blushing for envy and offers to teach you. You are initially resentful of Daphne, who Rose has to meet pretending to offer her services for the MET Gala, fearing the younger, sexy and self-assured woman will attract your friend's attention. It doesn't, since Rose has already started developing feelings for you.

🌹 The two of you discuss each other's fall from grace. You are outraged that the fashion world did not recognize her talent, while Rose is sincerely saddened a single blow was enough to end your career, many years before than you expected. You recognize that you are both going through a similar predicament: you have lost what you enjoyed doing and gave a direction to your life, and now you don't know what to do with your time in the future.

🌹 "You could go back designing clothes; once you have paid your debts, you could open a new fashion house, and sooner or later everyone will recognize how talented you are." you propose, and Rose thinks about it for a while before answering that while she cannot see herself working anywhere but in the fashion industry, she would rather re-start with something small, maybe selling her creations through a shop, to get her confidence back and learn from her past mistakes.

🌹 "I envy you; I cannot go back doing what I did, and there is nothing I could do, and be happy with it, but to be a fighter, so I don't really know what I will do with my life..." you sigh, and Rose, sitting next to you, looks at you, hating how dejected you look. "Could you not work in the world of combat sports, just not at a fighter?" she proposes, and you blink. "What?" "Well, as a talented fighter, there must be someone interested in your competence. You could become a trainer, or open a gym that focuses on teaching combat sports. There are also former athletes that become spokespeople, sport commentators, and a lot of other things. You could be anything you want, believe me; you are clearly tenacious and smart enough."

🌹 It is... an interesting idea, one you decide to seriously reflect on, but the thing you appreciate the most is Rose taking an interest in your life and complimenting you. You are enjoying the moment so much that when she timidly speaks again, you completely miss her words. "What? Sorry, did you say something?" "I... I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink, tonight. Wi-with me." Rose repeats; she is stuttering, but takes courage seeing that your expression is that of a woman who has received the best present of her life "There is a little bar not far from here..."

🌹 Obviously you accept, flattered and happy. You and Rose spend a lovely evening sharing a drink at the bar and then taking a walk in the city, talking and having fun together as if you had known each other for decades. You still think she is out of your league -and don't know she is thinking the very same thing about you- but enjoy her company nonetheless. At one point you stop next to a little park to admire the view, a man runs past you... and grabs Rose's bag, snatching it from her. She screams, and you, not even thinking about it, run after the man, that you soon reach and punch violently in the face, forcing him to leave Rose's bag.

🌹 You are breathless -you have trained as a fighter, not a runner, and that guy was fast!- but the grateful smile Rose gives you makes the effort more than worthy; and then she kisses you on the cheek in thanks, and you spend the rest of the night feeling on cloud nine.

🌹 In time, you also confess how much of a fan of her fashion house you have always been, which flatters Rose to no end. “I would have never worn them, though, obviously; your clothes, I mean.” “How so?” “Well... look at me.” you point out, surprised you need to explain it “I don’t exactly have the body tipe for high fashion, do I? A dress by you, no matter how elegant, would be wasted on an person as ungraceful as me. I have always worn sports clothing, jeans and trainers at best; with a dress and heels I would probably look ridiculous.” Rose does not comment, but you can clearly see she disagrees.

🌹 In the end, you and your allies' mission begins; you have to intervene three times to protect Rose and the others from those who would hurt you, and in the end you are 34 million dollars (34 million dollars!) richer; Debbie shakes your hand and thanks you for your help, while you admit you are the one who should be grateful, and you are, because she gave you the first opportunity to feel strong, capable, in control -in a word, alive- in so many years. You are not only talking about the heist and you both know it.

🌹 Still, when it is time for you and Rose to part, everything you would like to say to her, express your feelings, tell her how much you loved meeting her and wish to give your relationship time to evolve, does not come out. You have always been shy in matters of the heart, and telling another person you are interested in them is next to impossible for you, the intensity of those feelings notwithstanding. You strongly suspect that your crush for Rose has become something much more serious and enduring, but you need to tell her, because if you hesitate now, you might never see her again...

🌹 "So... it was great meeting you. Good luck for everything, take care of yourself." These are the last words you say to her, and you regret them as soon as they leave your lips, and Rose, who has been waiting anxiously for you to speak, looks so disappointed tears have filled her eyes. "Yeah... you too." she murmurs, and after an awkward hug, you part, seemingly forever.

🌹 Time passes. You return home and, acting on Rose's suggestion, open a gym to teach combat sports; you buy and refurbish an abandoned building, hire other former athletes you knew and respected from your time as a fighter as trainers, and offer free classes to kids from low-income families or neighborhoods. You soon find out you love it, much more than as a simple diversion to occupy your time with; you learned a lot by your trainers, even when you were already an experienced fighter, and it is a genuine joy to pass your experience and knowledge to younger athletes, to help them achieve their potential or even more importantly to give them a direction in life, a way to channel their energy in a constructive manner, teach them discipline and keep them away from the streets. Your good name as a fighter has not been forgotten and soon the gym attracts a high number of pupils, and so you keep yourself busy, and productive, and happy, for the first time in many years.

🌹You have heard that Rose has started designing clothes again, selling them through a shop she manages personally as she told you was her intention, but six months pass before you have the courage to look for her; your friendship had lasted only for a few weeks, the most insecure part of you keeps whispering in your ear, and while you had really bonded, whatever feelings she might have harboured for you must have been forgotten, maybe -and how it hurts to think that!- in favour of someone else, younger and prettier and more elegant...

🌹 In the end you decide to try, no matter how embarassing it might be, because otherwise you know you will regret it forever. You wear your best clothes and even put some make up on, buy some flowers and go, determined to ask Rose out for a date. You come into the shop, find her fixing a beautiful dress on a mannequin... and when she sees you, she almost screams. "(name)! It is you!"

🌹She is clearly happy to see you, flattered to receive your flowers and happy to know you have followed her advice to open a gym, but before you can say -stutter, most likely- what you actually came to see her for, she quickly leaves to reach the back of the shop, and comes back a minute later with a large, flat box. "I would have come to see you soon. I am sorry it took me so long, this literally arrived this morning, I had to change the design five times because it never seemed right, didn’t seem you... but I hope you like it."

🌹 She offers you the box, that you open with shaking hands. Neatly folded inside there is a dress, the most beautiful dress you have ever seen, in the style that you had admired the most among Rose's creations, years ago, with coordinated shoes, a jacket and even jewels. It fits you perfectly, and you had no idea how Rose did it since you never told her your size -can she tell just looking at you, since after all she is an experieced designer? Or has she looked at, and cares for, you so much that she has memorized your body shape, as well as what you would look best in and be happiest to wear?- but of one thing you are sure: it is the best present you have ever received, not least because it is her gifting her to you.

🌹 "Thank you, I... I do not know what to say, I cannot wait to put it on..." you say, and Rose smiles, and for a precious, beautiful minute, it is like you are understanding each other, your fears and your hopes and your feelings, without the need to speak them out loud. You take a deep breath and add: "... maybe I could wear it to take you out for dinner, one of these nights?"

🌹Rose beams. "(name), nothing would make me happier."

#Ocean's eight #Ocean's 8 #Rose Weil #Rose Weil x reader #Helena Bonham Carter #Bellona's stuff

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existentialbogwitch · 2 months

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I had a really weird experience at the doctor yesterday and it’s still bothering me.

I went to talk to her because I’ve been experiencing some physical pain. I’m a musician and at first I thought it was just carpal tunnel and I figured it was just going to be part of my life.

But then the pain got worse. There was a week straight where it was entirely unbearable and hurt all the time. Over my entire body.

My doctor told me it was just stress and trauma and that as I learn to manage my symptoms better the pain will dissipate.

I came to my appointment wearing all black. Some swishy pants I love because they are baggy and they do not feel too tight, a sweater vest I just got that is one of my favorite items of clothing right now, and a regular long sleeve white shirt. I had a black beanie on because I needed to wash my hair and in order to make it to my appointment on time, I had to skip a shower.

My appointment was on my day off and I made it earlier than I originally wanted to because I thought I was going to hang out with a friend after. (This was a mistake and I’m never making a doctors appointment before noon again).

I was also wearing sunglasses and a mask because they insist on using fluorescent lighting in the doctors office and it’s easier for me to manage my anxiety if I’m wearing sunglasses. I was wearing a mask because I don’t want to get sick.

When the doctor comes into the room, the first thing she does is point out the bags under my eyes. And I had to reassure her that I’m fine, I’m just tired because I’m working more and I got up early today and I’m not wearing any makeup.

Then she asked me why I was wearing all black and “what happened” because last time she saw me I was really colorful. I told her I just like black, which is the truth. Also I contain multitudes. I actually really liked my outfit that day and I was kind of hurt that she was so judgmental about it.

However, this doctor has been very kind to me over the past year I’ve been seeing her, and I appreciate her kindness. She has children with autism and is generally very compassionate and empathetic.

But she also makes me feel like a child and it’s weird.

She used the word “quirky” to describe me and other autistic people several times.

She told me about her young son who is into jiu-jitsu but also loves my little pony and powerpuff girls.

She told me how it’s “ok that her son likes these things as long as he doesn’t talk about them at school.” And that’s fair, but it broke my heart.

She gave me a list of doctors to go see about getting my autism diagnosis. And that was helpful.

But I had to fight the urge to tell her that the way she was speaking to me about autism felt uncomfortable.

Every time someone tells me a “solution” to autism symptoms that involve pretending to fit in with other groups of people, I immediately feel gross. Mostly because this is what I’ve been told my whole life. Even before I knew I was autistic.

I’ve always had to be the one to make the effort to change myself so that other people will be more comfortable.

I fully recognize that there are a lot of public spaces where this is necessary for safety reasons and also to be respectful of others.

But pretending I don’t have anxiety so that other people will feel more comfortable? I’m not doing that anymore.

If I’m feeling anxious or angry or sad or any other “big feeling”, I’m going to try to do the best I can to regulate my emotions so they do not control me. And this might involve me needing to leave the situation entirely and be alone. Or if I cannot leave, I will tell people that I am feeling dysregulated and I’m trying to calm down and to please stop talking to me or asking me questions while I’m trying to calm down.

Someone standing in my face and going “you don’t have to be anxious with me.” Is not going to help me.

I’m realizing that my trauma is a lot more severe than I thought and combined with the autism, it’s making it very difficult for me to trust people or talk to anyone because I can no longer discern if someone is being genuinely kind to me because they care or if they are manipulating me.

I’m trying not to feel like “too much” or take up too much space or make other people uncomfortable, but it is very painful for me to have to hide so much of myself.

I wish I had the energy to just write music that could convey my feelings. People will listen to you if you have well produced videos and a social following.

But I am overwhelmed by the dichotomy between expressing my own feelings and being concerned that those feelings could harm others.

A lot of people do not like to hear that their actions have been harmful to me, especially when they had good intentions.

I also do not like hearing when my actions have been harmful to others, especially when I have good intentions.

But I am learning and I’m trying my best.

Not everyone is going to like me, and some people may even hate me. Some people do not want me to exist at all.

(No people directly in my personal life have ever threatened me to my face, but it is difficult to live with family who is invalidating to your experiences and watching conservative propaganda on YouTube constantly.)

I’m waiting for the day that I’m “too weird” for someone and they retaliate.

I’m afraid to go out to public events sometimes out of fear that there might be a shooter.

I think my fear is justified.

I’ve been trying to cultivate more community online and participate in “safe spaces” but it is still difficult sometimes. I’m 37 and I do not have a partner or kids and I live with my family. I’m the kind of autistic, mentally ill person who needs a lot more support than I’m getting and many things are difficult for me.

Sometimes it’s hard for me to relate to people with kids because they use their kids as their reason for being exhausted. I don’t have kids. What’s my excuse? I’m just lazy then I guess?

They never say this to me out loud, but I don’t know what to say to them sometimes and they don’t know what to say to me either.

I’ve lost a lot of friends because no one knows how to talk to me and I don’t really know how to talk to other people either. Unless it’s about music or something else I’m interested in.

A lot of day to day topics are hard for me to talk about because my day to day looks very different from most people my age.

I have to do things in the ways that work for me though, even if it’s different from the “norm.”

I like watching social media accounts featuring other autistic people and how they have learned to live in the world. But I also take this information with a grain of salt because every person is different.

Also if catering to your sensitivities makes you weak, then I don’t want to be strong.

I am really working on releasing some of the shame I feel about the state of my existence, but it is a difficult process.

I feel weird posting this because I’m unsure as to whether I’m doing the right thing by sharing my inner experiences.

Almost every time I post I feel like people are reading it and going “poor girl she should really go to therapy.” Instead of just talking to me like a friend.

And I get it, a lot of people do not have the emotional regulation skills themselves to engage with someone who is suffering.

I think most people could benefit from learning emotional regulation skills.

I’m constantly torn between “there are already enough people in the world shouting things from mountaintops, you don’t need to add to the noise.”

And “if you don’t write about your experiences, they will sit inside you and rot, slowly poisoning you from the inside out.”

So I feel compelled to share because it makes me feel better.

If other people don’t like it, they don’t have to read it.

#personal #autism #doctors #existentialbogwitch

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hello--mrs · 14 days

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15 questions for 15 friends. tagged by @handsomecleverandrich 💗

Are you named after anyone?

Not technically but I do have a great-great grandmother with the same name.

When was the last time you cried?

Last week- I miss my partner (she’s away) and I cried when I saw her face on call.

Do you have kids?

Currently child free 🤟🏼

What sports do you play/have you played?

Not really a sporty person but I used to do football (was in the school football team). I have a black belt in kickboxing and used to do jiu jitsu too. I’ve also been into cycling, rowing, swimming, and general walking/hiking. Also love me some yoga.

Do you use sarcasm?

I’ve been known to….

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Whether they’re kind or respectful to others.

Or a really cool hair colour or hat or something if their appearance is quite striking.

What’s your eye color?

Dark brown.

Scary movies or happy endings comedies?

Love me a good horror film!!

Any talents?

I can stick my tongue up my nose and I can make a farting noise with a straw. That’s about as exciting as it’s going to get.

Where were you born?

The UK.

What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, painting, being out in nature, travelling, spirituality, anything historical, generally broadening my horizons, eating good food, gardening, yoga.

Do you have any pets?

No 😪

How tall are you?

5’4 and a half. The half is really important.

Favorite subject in school?

Music, English Literature, Psychology, History, Art.

Dream job?

✨ To be a published author ✨

I’ve tagged you but you don’t have to do it, if you’d prefer not to 💗 @themustbequeer @swenish-and-the-fishies @daveyjlocker @fearlessinger @queen-of-meows @liathcat @itissadbutitsmy-life

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bluejaysandblackbats · 2 months

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Daily Planet Classifieds

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam, Young Justice 98, Titans

Summary: Laney Hausler is currently attending classes at Metropolis University when he sees a boy with his face in the library. At first, he thinks he's seeing things. Later, he starts to realize something strange is going on.

Conner Kent lives off-campus with his friends, but he sees a boy who eerily resembles him, and he hires a private investigator to look into the life of his doppelganger.

Chapters: 7/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent, Conner Kent, Eddie Bloomberg, Rose Wilson, Bart Allen, Cassie Sandsmark, Cissie King-Jones, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Meloni Thawne, Vic Sage, Slade Wilson

Relationships: Past KonBart, Clois

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Father-Daughter Relationship, No Powers AU, Found Family, Family Secrets, No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Complicated Relationships, University AU, Roommates, Private Investigator, Twins, Multiple POV, First Person POV, Psychological Drama, Complicated Relationships, Unrequited Love, Platonic Relationships

Chapter Seven: The Family Video (Laney's POV)

Eddie returned with popcorn, candy, pretzels, chips, soda, and hotdogs. “Oh my god, Eddie… We’re not putting him down. We’re christening the TV,” Rose laughed. I didn’t understand the joke, but I was amused by the time and energy they put into making me happy.

“I wanted to give him the whole movie experience. Lane, wait—. Do you know any movie titles off the top of your head?” Eddie asked. “Anything that you’d like to see?”

I scratched my head. “Oh, Eddie… I don’t know anything about movies at all,” I replied.

“Lane, he’s gonna bring out the bin,” Rose whispered.

“What’s the bin?” I questioned.

“I’m so glad you asked! Stay here,” Eddie smiled. I sat on the couch with Rose while he went to his room. Eddie’s room was the thing of fairytales. Between his plants, movie posters, and weird animatronic creations strewn about his room, his room was a forest for the peculiar. I liked sitting in his room and drawing the strange things that came to mind. Rose brushed a stray eyelash from my cheek with her finger. I delighted in the intimacy of her gesture. “One sec!”

“Okay!” Rose and I answered at the same time. Rose chuckled and punched my shoulder.

Eddie dragged a storage bin into the living room. “Come on. Come look,” Eddie replied. I walked toward the bin and looked at Eddie’s VHS tapes and DVDs.

“They made a movie for To Kill A Mockingbird?” I questioned.

Eddie smiled at me. “Do you want to watch that first?” Eddie asked.

I shook my head as I dug through his movies. There were so many. I didn’t know where to start. “What is Scream?” I questioned.

Rose and Eddie nodded. “You hafta watch Scream,” Eddie replied. I nodded.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s do it,” I smiled. My phone rang. “Oh, hold on. It’s my father.” They nodded, and I stepped away to answer the call privately.

“Hi, Father. How are you?” I asked.

“I’m well. How are your classes?” Father asked.

“Oh! They’re amazing. I went to a Neurology symposium last week and sent you a copy of my notes with my letter… I’m so happy here, Father,” I replied.

“Are your roommates treating you well?” Father questioned.

“Oh, they’re wonderful people. Eddie builds such strange and beautiful things in his room… Rose and I plan to start Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu classes together next weekend,” I answered, “I’m about to watch a movie with them.”

“Well, I hope you have a lovely time. It sounds like this has been an enriching experience for you so far,” Father replied.

“It has. I love you, Father. I hope we can talk again soon,” I smiled.

“Of course. I have two surgeries this morning, so I can’t call you back today… But I’ll text you my schedule later. I love you too,” Father replied, “Goodbye, Laney.”

“Goodbye, Father,” I answered before hanging up. I returned to the living room and sat on the couch while Rose and Eddie shut the curtains and made popcorn.

“Was that your dad?” Eddie asked. I nodded and smiled at him. “How’s Dr. Hausler doing?”

“He has two surgeries this morning, so he’s staying busy,” I answered.

“Is your dad divorced? I never hear you talk about your mom,” Rose replied. I didn’t mind her asking because I knew about her mom. She told me one night when Eddie was out.

“I don’t know anything about my mother. We never talked about her when I was young. I have the faintest picture of a woman in my mind, but Father says—. I used to draw a couple. Blue eyes, dark hair, warm smiles. I thought my mother left my father for this man, but Father says the people I remember were a patient and her husband,” I explained, “I don’t know anything about my mother… I’m afraid I can’t tell you if she’s alive or dead.”

Rose and Eddie fell silent, and Rose hugged herself. “It’s okay… I had a great childhood,” I reassured.

“You draw a lot, but we never see your work,” Eddie replied. He wanted to lighten the mood, and I was grateful. “Is it personal?”

“Oh, no… I just—. No one’s ever asked. My sketchbook’s in my bedroom… Would you like to see it?” I asked. They nodded. I went to my room and grabbed the leather sketchbook my father gave me for the trip to Metropolis. I brought it to the living room, and Eddie and Rose sat beside me, patiently waiting for me to reveal my drawings. I’d never had friends to share my drawings with, but I was eager to see what they thought. I flipped my book open, and it landed on a picture of the woman.

“That’s the news reporter for The Daily Planet,” Eddie replied. I squinted at him. “You’ve seen her before?”

“I must have… What’s the woman’s name?” I asked.

“Lois Lane. Your dad did brain surgery on Lois Lane?” Rose questioned. I shook my head. The name seemed familiar.

“I drew my home, too,” I whispered. The popcorn popped in the background, distracting both of us for a moment. “This is the dock in front of my house.”

“Laney, this is beautiful,” Rose whispered.

“You lived on a lake?” Eddie asked.

“Uh-huh… We took a boat across in the morning, but I could swim the length of the lake in the summertime, but the garden was out back,” I explained. Lois Lane’s name plastered itself in my head as Eddie grabbed the popcorn from the microwave. Rose put the movie in the DVD player, and Eddie gave me the popcorn bowl and ran to his room. He returned with a video camera, and Rose shook her head.

“Eddie, not the camera—.”

“It’s his first movie. We can show the video to his dad on family week,” Eddie interrupted. I laughed and covered my face. Rose and Eddie playfully grabbed my arms to get me to look into the camera. “Come on. Smile for the camera, Laney.”

I grinned nice and big for him, and Eddie turned the camera toward the three of us. “We’re about to watch Scream with Lane. It’s his first movie, so we’re all a little excited. Should we press play?” Eddie questioned. Rose waved with the remote in hand. I nodded. Rose turned the TV on, and the DVD menu had four options. Rose pressed play.

“Rose! I had no idea she would die when I said she reminded me of you. I’m so sorry,” I apologized. Rose laughed into my shoulder.

“No, it’s okay. Tatum was hot, so it makes up for it,” Rose chuckled, “RIP to an icon.”

Eddie got up to make more snacks while I watched the movie. Rose took the camera and pointed it at Eddie. “Edward Michael Bloomberg—.” “Nope. My middle name’s not Michael,” Eddie replied.

“Rudolph?” Rose asked.

“Wha—? No! It’s Allan,” Eddie answered indignantly.

“Allan? Are you serious?” Rose chuckled. I giggled.

“And what are your middle names? Rose Wilson and Lane Hausler,” Eddie scoffed.

“Don’t have one… And legally, it’s Rose Worth. Not Wilson,” Rose replied.

“Lane’s my middle name,” I answered.

“What’s your first name?” Eddie and Rose questioned.

“Jonathan… My father’s called me Laney my whole life,” I answered. It was strange. I hadn’t thought about it much. I realized something that day. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew it’d change my life forever.

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i-swear-my-name-isnt-raz · 5 months

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I am so fucking tired of being mistreated and walked over. In order to be walked upon, you must be lying down. and I'm done lying down.

I am only starting to speak up about these kinds of grievances of mine in recent years because they have brought so much pain for the last 15 years. I have had former classmates tell me I didn't face racism growing up, or that I dealt with bullying. I have had others tell me I have nothing to fear on campus. A tall, white, straight man telling me, a queer jewish asian, that I shouldn't be at the very least worried is rich. I have traveled to more than 25 countries and to all four hemispheres, I think I can talk about where and where I don't feel safe. And right now I have felt safer walking through Istanbul at night than walking around my own city. And this is fully due to the rise in antisemitism. and the lack of support from goyim I have seen for the women who were raped and assaulted on 10/7.

I don't talk about being sexually assaulted and harassed for 6 years by one of my classmates because I have a friend who tells me people should have been nicer to my assaulter. This person also follows my main account, which is part of the reason I created this side blog. I don't want people who know me to see these posts. It's easier talking about deep trauma in front of strangers than people I have known for 16 years.

I am terrified that I will run into him one day. I cry about it at night. I hope that 10 plus years has changed my physical appearance enough to go unnoticed. I think one of the scariest realizations was that he still remembered me in high school, because one of his classmates went to my dojo. And she told me I was still on his list. It terrifies me that I could still be on his mind. I have blocked his family members on social media, because his grandmother and my mom are Facebook friends. Which means he could know what I look like now.

I never express this fear out loud because people around me see me as a strong person, which then makes it hard for me to break down around them. I am the strong person my friends go to for support, but I feel like I would crush them under the weigh of my problems. I mention it in passing sometimes, but I never get into the details. because it scares me to vocalize it.

I have trained in karate and Brazilian Jiu jitsu for 10 years. It took me two years before I was comfortable rolling (bjj version of sparring and training) with male students in full uniform. It took until my 7th year training to be comfortable wearing leggings and rash guard to class. I would wear gi pants and a rash guard, because the thought of men touching my legs with their hands makes my skin crawl. But once the pandemic came around, it was no longer practical to wear gi pants and cheaper to wear leggings. And even though I am one of the highest ranked women at my dojo, I still don't feel comfortable in male dominated classes, especially when I am wearing just leggings and a rash guard. In karate, it took me a few years before I was comfortable wearing just my bra under my gi. because I was worried how it appeared to men on the floor.

I have never been super comfortable wearing revealing clothing, but I have been slowly reclaiming those clothes. And I am slowly trying to overcome this trauma. I spent a good amount of time this summer not wearing a shirt because it was so fucking hot in Portugal (and I only brought seven shirts with me: 3 work shirts, 3 day trip shirts, 1 sleeping shirt). And for the first two weeks, I was living with three men and two women. It scared me at first, but I decided that if I am used to changing around women, and wearing skin tight clothing while grappling, I could wear my bra and biking shorts in my own living space. So I did. and it felt great.

I will keep talking about these events, partially because it makes me less afraid and partially because every time I tell a story, the easier it gets. Maybe one day I will be able to say some of the things in this post out loud. for now I will keep taking small steps

#tw assult #tw sex assault #antisemitism #jewblr #I'm sorry to dump such long story but I felt I needed it off my chest #I shouldn't have to explain why I feel afraid around the feminist collation at my college #but they are signing that letter I mentioned in a previous post and it scares me #kaz ramblings

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lover-girl-estxx · 7 months

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Can you write a fluff story about Nick, taking his son for the first time to the gym (BJJ or boxing, something like that.) and that the reader is a little bit concerned about it.

I Don't Know

Nick Diaz x Reader (N35 R33)

Fluff🖤 With a little dash of Angst

not the same RJ

"RJ just asked me something" Nick said getting in bed next to me, I sat my book down "and?" "he wants to go to the Jiu Jitsu class tomorrow" he smiled "yeah?" "I told him yeah" " you did?" I raised my brows "I didn't think it was a big deal" "I wish you would've talked to me" "i'm his dad, me and his uncle run a MMA gym you didn't think this would happen? I can't believe he didn't ask sooner" I shook my head "okay" "i'm sorry i didn't-" "no it's okay " I gave a small smile "love you," he kissed me "sorry" I smiled "love you".

-----Next Morning-----

"Breakfast!" I yelled RJ (7) came running in the room, both in a NDA shirt. "mom are you gonna come to the gym with us?" RJ asked "um-" "Pleeease?!" he said I laughed "okay yeah!" I smiled. "you ready?" Nick asked "Yeah" he said "babe?" he looked at me, I nodded "can I talk to you for a sec?" I asked "yeah he nodded.

| Nick's POV |

"whats up?" I asked after telling RJ to go in the living room "I don't know if I can watch him do this" she said biting her lip "why?" she sighed "what if he gets hurt?" "he won't" "that's what you've told me every time and you always got hurt" she said quickly looking up at me "babe" "and I want to support him but" "he's gonna have a great time and he may get a scratch but he'll be fine promise" I cupped both side of her "okay," she hugged me "all you fucking Diaz's give me a heart attack" I chuckled and kissed her head.

"Uncle Nate!" he yelled running to Nate, he hugged him "what are you guys doing here?" he said "dad's letting me do a jiu jitsu lesson" "oh yeah?". Y/n sat watch the lesson, one kid threw RJ over his shoulder giving Jay a bloody nose. Y/n tensed and held her breath "oh my god mom did you see that!" he smiled "clean your face" I said. Y/n cleaned up his face while he went on and on about how cool he thought it was.

We were know in the car on the way home when he asked "can I go again next week?!" Y/n look back to his smiling face "yeah!" "really! dad?" "if you liked it, of course" "I did! when can I punch people?" I laughed and Y/n scoffed with a smile "soon" I said Y/n slapped my chest "see your moms already there" Y/n laughed me joining.

A/n: I don't know if this is what you wanted. but I hope you liked it!

#nick diaz #nick diaz imagine #nick diaz x reader #nate diaz #ufc

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vanilla-cigarillos · 7 months

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Little Joys In Life~ With so many things in life stressing me out right now, I think it's good to also give equal thought to the good things in life :)

I went to a very wonderful tea and spice shop with my friend (@knotyourdeer) who bought me my first ever teapot! I now get to enjoy a yummy bourbon chestnut tea as summer fades into autumn, my favorite season. With fall coming up, I'm so excited for the change in weather. Softer sunlight, gentle breezes, and beautiful amber colors dotting the trees, I'm excited for it all! I live in a very nature-focused area, and the upcoming seasonal views are going to be incredible. I have so many new books to read! Every time I see the little group of "to be read" novels hugging on my bedside desk, I feel so content. Literature is so wonderfully comforting to me, and I'm very happy that I've started allowing myself to read again. I've started committing myself to martial arts again! I hit a very deep and intense depression slum, where I stopped going to jiu jitsu classes for about 1 month. I've started going back, and it's so revitalizing! There are days where it is so hard to get out of bed, dealing with both my depression and physical chronic illnesses, but going just once a week fills me with a lot of purpose and pride! I'm dedicating myself more to drawing and developing my skills as an artist! I'm trying to make the effort to draw every day, and even if I don't get around to doing that I brainstorm new ideas all the time. I'm so excited to create new things and let my creative wings stretch again!

#disabled #chronic illness #positivity #self care #witch #witchy #witchblr

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siren-x-saint · 2 years

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SCARLET STRANGE WEEK 2022 Day 1 “ Training “

* cough * ( More like sparring )

“What's this?” Wanda asked as a seal suddenly glowed below their feet.

“It's a binding seal,” he answered as he suddenly stepped in while rubbing powder on his hands. She tilted her head perking a brow. “Since we can't settle the debate on who's the better sorcerer then we'll settle the debate...physically,” he said as he shook his hands from the extra powder. Wanda crossed her arms and scoffed.

“Are you sure that is a good idea...Doctor?” she asked not so keen on the idea. “I was trained to fight by Captain America and Black Widow,” she revealed with a slight twist-like nod of her head.

“And I learned Kung-Fu in the Kamar-Taj,” he answered. “I'm a fast learner, unlike someone I know,” he taunted suddenly as he rolled his shoulders back before hopping up and down quickly by his toes. He exhaled a long calming breath.

“Okay then,” Wanda said turning and deciding to powder her hands a bit as well. Though she already had her gloves on, she was just taking a moment to silently seethe over his last remark. All the while preparing herself for the few blows the Doc was sure to get in. She suddenly turned calmly walking back in. “Ready?” she asked as Strange was now stretching his legs a bit. He was surprisingly limber. However, she didn't care as she continued to near at a quicker pace.

“Nope, not yet, give me—ahh!”

He suddenly fell to his side as she ran the last few steps and kicked him. She gave him a moment to catch up.

“What was that for?!” he asked shaking his head. The side of his face and head already throbbing.

“Opponents don't wait!” she hissed at him, much like Natasha did when she reminded her of the same thing the first few training sessions. She stepped up and kicked with her right leg, as he leaned back dodging before she began to roundhouse him with the other which he lifted his arm on time to block. Wanda growled as she backed off for a moment deciding to let the Doctor recover as he cautiously stood up, glaring at her seriously. “Ready?!” Wanda asked with a small smirk. He opened his mouth about to speak but she was already attacking, kicking him again as he stepped back and dodged the first two and blocked the third. Wanda suddenly rushed forward pulling his arm out, turning, pulling him down. “Stop... blocking!” she growled through gritted teeth as he fell on his back with an 'Ah'. She let go as she was about to drop her knees on him, yelling already frustrated as he rolled to his side quickly and got to a crawl position enough to see that would have hurt.

“Jiu-Jitsu,” he noted. “Let me guess Black Widow?” he asked getting to his feet not daring to take his eyes off of her. She huffed bobbing her head in a nod-like reply. She slowly got to her feet, it was obvious that the move took a bit out of her.

“Obviously,” she breathed finally as she got back into a fighting position. Strange eyed her for a moment. This was something he was more accustomed to.

“Okay,” he breathed as he took a step near and began to attack, he decided to kick but Wanda duck and dodged, which he figured she might the first time as he turned kicking again, she blocked with both arms as he kicked again with force and he broke through her block as she almost stumbled back, with a yelp. He ran to her about to punch but she stepped forward and punched him first, then again and again. He grunted taking the three hits before backing off. He scoffed holding rubbing his jaw before realizing his nose was bleeding. He shuddered a breath.

“Alright, Cap?” he asked realizing those were simple boxing moves. She giggled out a grin as he wiped his blood shaking his head, thinking. He was going about this all wrong, he has the reach and the strength advantage over her. She was obviously properly trained, however. He nodded suddenly ignoring the blood that ran down his mouth and side, he could feel it already starting to slow.

He suddenly stepped back twisting his arms a bit, at a slow and mesmerizing pace before bringing them out in a pose. Wanda swallowed as she perked a brow, she was so caught off guard that she had relaxed on her stance a bit. Though she quickly got back into stance as she waited for him to attack. Though he wasn't moving, neither were. Both just stared at the other wondering what or when the other was going to make their first move. She scoffed, frustrated, as she nodded thinking it over. She decided to rush him as she ran at him, a light yell escaping her lips as she kicked up about to step on him and bring him down before his arms and hands grasped her ankle and leg and suddenly she was flung off her feet, her legs swept under from her. He pushed her leg up so high she practically flipped and landed on her stomach.

She was in shock for a moment, the move took the breath out of her as she suddenly lifted herself enough to look ahead and gasp. Her eyes were wide, elsewhere, as she tried to figure out what just happened. One moment she was about to bring him down with one of Nat's go-to moves the next she was in the air and on her stomach. Her back was revealed she suddenly rolled to her side and slowly got to her feet, staring, wondering why he didn't take advantage of the skillful reversal he pulled.

She shuddered a breath as she tried to get herself together as she got back into a fighting stance. She swallowed watching him, waiting but he wasn't moving, just eyeing her curiously as she slowly stepped to his side. She bit her lip, she was practically behind him, he was being foolish, he was blind, open. She scoffed out a smile as she neared once more, her steps a bit heavy, about to go for a choker-hold, one of Cap's favorites before suddenly Strange jerked his torso back out and it was like she hit a wall.

“Ahhh!” she let out, losing balance, stepping back, about to stumble he stepped back and suddenly he spun low sweeping her off her feet as she fell on her back and side. Her face screwed up, in pain a bit as she sighed opening her eyes to see him in another pose, she can only assume it was Kung-Fu as he let out a smidgen of a smirk. She growled getting to her feet and getting back into stance. She huffed deciding facing him from behind wasn't any better. She side-stepped back to his front. She swallowed stepping back a bit eyeing him, the situation they were in. He was clearly on defense, every physical move or attack he knew how to counter. Which was painfully impressive though she was NOT going to admit it anytime soon. He was watching her, waiting, calculating as she glanced at his feet and took note of their surroundings.

She sighed calming herself as she nodded. She decided to strike again, she rushed him, lifting her leg, then pulling back. It threw him off guard for a moment as he tried to reverse her but hit air as she punched him though it wasn't much of a hit, he just simply grunted and stepped back. She growled going for another roundhouse he blocked it before grabbing her leg and swinging her to the wall behind him. She yelled, startled by how he managed to reverse her as he took advantage of the nearby wall and pinned her.

“Do you give up?” he questioned as she struggled to push back against his weight. However, he was bigger and stronger as she sighed leaning back seemingly giving up. She finally looked up at him, he was close, she can practically smell his breath, minty, curry. Probably took a breath mint after his lunch. She slowly smiled.

“Is that what you want to hear?” she asked. He tilted his head back, confused by her answer. She smiled gazing downward as he followed her gaze before realizing her hand was glowing red.

“Oh...shit,” he breathed out before suddenly flung back with such force he rolled back into the circle and out of it, nearly hitting the opposite wall. Wanda smiled as she stepped forward and back into the sealing circle.

“You forgot to mind your surroundings,” she sung. She remembered how both Natasha and Steve said: Always take advantage of your surroundings, use anything useful as a weapon, make sure not to leave yourself in a compromising position.

Strange shakily pushed himself up as he bit his lower lip and looked to the side. She was right. How could he forget such a basic rule? He scoffed as he carefully got to his feet as well.

“Alright, you got me,” he admitted.

“Good!” Wong suddenly interrupted. Both Wanda and Stephen turned to see Wong by the entrance. “Are you two done fooling around, yet?” he asked. “You both have classes to teach!” he reminded as their eyes widened, realizing that both were probably late for teaching their class.

#scarletstrange #scaletstrange week #day 1 #prompt #1st :P #jp #I tricked ya

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eowyntheavenger · 1 year

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @valasania-the-pale, thanks so much for tagging me! :)

Rules: answer the questions and tag fifteen mutuals

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not my first name, but my middle name belongs to one of my mom's best friends, who I love :)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Hmm... I recently teared up while rereading The Silmarilion, does that count?

3. Do you have kids?

No, and it's not something I see for myself.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Sometimes, but I prefer to just outright criticize things rather than being sarcastic.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I notice how they treat me and others around them.

6. What's your eye colour?

Blue.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! Although this frames it as a choice between two things that are not really opposites, so... I also happen to love tragedies.

8. Any special talents?

Depends on whether I'm actually talented, but I think I'm a good writer, and I also have some skill with drawing/painting, although I don't do it often enough these days.

9. Where were you born?

In the Pacific Northwest.

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, drawing/painting, photography, hiking, and martial arts.

I'm currently reading two books: one about the Coastwatchers in Solomon Islands during World War II, and the other about the Guadalcanal and Bougainville campaigns... also WWII.

I'm also currently working on some writing projects, namely the one giant writing project that has consumed the past three years of my life, although I've been taking a long-ish break for the holiday period (I've been too busy).

I'm also working on my first digital artwork, which has taken a few years at this point... partly because it keeps getting bigger and bigger! Ack!

There are a lot of things I'd like to learn how to do or do more of, like scuba diving, archery, and getting a pilot's license (but I need to save up money for that).

11. Any pets?

Two cats that I love very much. One of them is a tortoiseshell named Minou (there are pictures of her in the link). She is tiny! She is only 6 pounds. She doesn't really know how to meow, so when she wants food or attention she will gently and politely tap me with her paw (it is SO cute).

The other one is an orange cat with white socks named Percy, which is short for Persimmon. She is a troublemaker, and will steal ANYTHING from the kitchen. I once saw her running out of the room with a very long udon noodle trailing from her mouth. She is very cuddly and likes to spend all of her time on my lap, purring. Otherwise she's dashing madly around the house.

I also have a Juniper bonsai, which I think counts as a pet. I have had him for about three years.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I played soccer as a child, and loved it. I played basketball for one season and it was not for me - neither was cross country. I started doing Muay Thai and boxing when I was 17 and I liked that a hell of a lot better. Then I started doing Brazilian jiu-jitsu and judo in college. Nothing makes me happier than getting to do MMA multiple times per week, and I only wish that I could train regularly right now! I don't live close enough to the school I want to go to - but once I find a new apartment I'll be able to. I also enjoy weightlifting.

13. How tall are you?

5′4″... I would like to be taller, but this IS average height for a woman in the United States (where I live), which is what I remind people who tell me I'm short!

14. Favorite subject in school?

History, to be sure, which was my major. I also enjoyed Philosophy, Russian Literature and my language classes - over the years I took Latin, Japanese, German and Russian. Unfortunately my language skills are a bit rusty now, but I don't regret the time I spent studying them. :) I would like to learn some of the languages of the Pacific Islands - there are certainly a lot to choose from.

15. Dream job?

The one I have now, basically! Although I would like to live in the South Pacific one day. I work for a research institute and my field of study is the Pacific Islands. I love what I do, I get to travel, my coworkers respect me - I'm literally so happy! It's a big relief, because I was not happy at my previous job, and it's hard to find jobs in my field, at least where I live now.

Tagging friends: @softlypause, @wishiwould, @jtulipe, @lonelysocksclub, @orestes-hungry-and-pylades-sober, @frodo-baggins, @princeofnerds, @carinatae, @cosmologicalhedgehogephemera, @igotofetchthesun, @tuulikki, @belljarsandrabbitholes, @warrioreowynofrohan, @daegred-winsterhand, @katbatmagat, @softpyrate, @lie-where-i-land, @speckled-jim, @orangechickenpillow, @potatoobsessed999, @armenelols, @actuallyfingolfin, @backgroundelf, @stillcantgetoverthesilmarillion, @rhymes-with-sky, @kookyburrowing, @novemberblueskyink, @legolasbadass, @playingjax, @calliopechild, @randomphases Okay sorry I tagged a lot of people. No pressure to do it though! And anyone else can join in :)

#personal #tag game

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chaos-coming · 8 months

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Not me completely playing hookey from working today bc i used all my spoons for the week and the fatigue is A Thing. Its even the like single only nice day we'll have this week before the rain comes back, but today i am In Bed

Physically my body is tired from running around and going to the gym and pushing myself on the bike (which i have taught myself to ride in the past 3 days so its uh. terrifying. and therefore more exhausting).

But mostly im mentally exhausted from moving to a new country and new uni and trying to get everything set up with my samples, which i had to retrieve from the freezer at our partner uni and it was a Whole Thing (who do i even ask when i need something like a caliper and cant find it in the lab??)

And my professor is in indonesia until next week and basically dumped the whole project in my lap like peace out see ya. And i didnt have my samples until yesterday afternoon, so i didnt make the progress we wanted, and yesterday i spent 4 hours trying to make sense of the mess the undergrad intern left me (we have 2 trees labeled number 42??? And the samples are definitely Not labeled in correct order?? So now i gotta go through all 300 something cores and measure them and try to like, deduce if theyre labeled correctly but in my cursory look there were already so many issues and im so frustrated. The error on our genetic analysis is gonna be through the roof, like garbage data i gotta now try and salvage for my thesis bc of the first year undergrad they put in charge of it without checking on her (i mean she wore a shoulderless white sweater into the woods for field work what on earth made these profs think she knew what she was doing). But i cant say anything to my prof or itll look like im complaining)

And on top of it all im trying to socialize with new people all day and its so much pressure at the beginning you gotta get in there before everyone makes friends and you get left out. Its exhausting.

Not to mention with the exception of like 5 days this entire month, its been cold and raining nonstop which just makes everything that much harder. I almost look forward to the snow so i can stop being soggy all the time (remind me to never ever move to the PNW).

I dont think im gonna make it to the jiu jitsu school i wanted to check out today bc its in like 2 hours and i need a nap. And also really dont feel like talking to anyone. Maybe ill go take a walk and sit by the lake later... In the old days id go out there and smoke a joint, but now i guess ill just microdose on nature or something

#also i forgot to eat yesterday so i like. extra exhausted myself #had a nice chat with my egyptian neighbor in the kitchen bc shes really sweet and now im. really. in the negatives for social energy #im skipping the weekly meetup at the bar tonight too i think #so far today ive had the capacity for about 3 email conversations #but not the one in swedish which i really do need to respond to #im gonna stay in and eat leftovers and and play on busuu tonight #thats it thats the plan

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desaparesidos · 2 years

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Learning The Gentle Art of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu

As I’m writing, I have a bit of a back pain, bruises all over my arms, discomfort on my knees, and a somewhat bent middle finger; all of these I’ve gained through learning the gentle art of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Yet, I keep coming back, subjecting my body to the same environment, 4-5 times a week. During my first few months, I couldn’t help but wonder if this is how my life is going to be for the…

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wellness-university · 1 year

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Meal Prepping 101

Taking maximum credit loads, commuting, and working a part-time job can make eating a balanced diet seem impossible.

I mean, how many more responsibilities do you need?

But that’s the thing - eating a nutritious diet is the foundation to your success. It can give you the energy to study for exams and stay awake during three-hour seminars. And it may even grant you better grades.

Also, eating a balanced diet may improve your immune system, which results in fewer absences.

Yes, you’re not the only one snoozing in three-hour seminars.

One way to guarantee that you’re eating nutrient-dense and filling meals is to practice meal prepping. Meal prepping is cooking multiple servings of a meal in a single day. For instance, you can make your lunches for Monday through Friday by cooking in bulk on Sunday. All you have to do is pop it in Tupperware and grab it before you go out the door.

Click here to see some examples of lunches that are easy to meal prep.

For most college students, this can seem like a daunting task.

“Where will I find the time to grocery shop?”

“What should I cook?”

“HOW do I cook?”

I’m here to reassure you that meal prepping is not as hard as it seems. Throughout my college career, I've been a commuter student who has taken maximum credit loads for every semester.

Meal prepping was the secret to staying organized and making the little time I had count.

There’s nothing like the reassurance of having your lunch ready and prepped next to you at all times. And- you’re in full control of what you are eating because we all know how easy stress eating is. Not to mention how hard it is to stop grabbing for the nearest salty snack.

If you’re unsure of how to begin meal prepping, let’s dive into how you can take care of your body by preparing your meals for the week!

Basic Nutrition

The first step to meal prepping is deciding what you want to eat. I’m not a certified nutritionist, but I do have experience in eating for body function and performance since I am an athlete. These meal plans tend to be nutrient-dense and focused on eating whole foods.

What do I mean by whole foods? These are foods that usually don’t have a gigantic ingredient list listed on their packages. These include fruits, veggies, meat, beans, grains, and eggs.

For example, I made sure to eat foods that would give me sustainable energy for my last Jiu-Jitsu tournament. My breakfast for the day was a sautee of quinoa, scrambled egg whites, and black beans. The combination of protein and carbohydrates kept me fueled through each of my fights.

Here’s the number #1 tip you should follow when grocery shopping: stick to the perimeter of the store. While following the perimeter of the store, you’ll find your veggies and fruits, the deli section and dairy.

But this is not to say that you won’t go down any aisles. There are a few “whole foods” scattered throughout the middle of the store such as beans and rice.

The most important part of your meal plan and diet is BALANCE. Sure, you want to stick to whole foods mainly, but there’s nothing wrong with having Cheez-It’s as a snack every once in a while. Here’s a helpful grocery list you can follow if you want to meal prep your lunches:

- 2 types of fruits you enjoy

- 2 vegetables you enjoy

- Chicken (or tofu if you don’t eat meat)

- Brown rice

- Black beans

- Yogurt (dairy or non-dairy, try to pick one with less added sugars)

- Almonds (omit if you’re allergic to nuts)

- Honey (substitute maple syrup)

- Dark chocolate

- 1 type of cracker/treat that you enjoy such as Doritos

Make sure to multiply this list based on how many days you’ll want lunch. Your meal prep can last however many days you want it to, but I usually cap it at five days. Here’s the meal you’re going to make:

- Brown rice bowl with chicken/tofu, beans, and veggies

- Side of yogurt parfait (yogurt, fruit, almonds, honey)

- Side of dark chocolate

- 1 treat *alternate every other day*

This list is just for lunches, but you can prep any meal of your choice. If you want to meal prep your breakfast, add these items to your list:

- Large eggs (white or brown)

- Egg whites

- Loaf of bread (whichever kind you prefer)

- Any spread you put on toast

There’s your breakfast! You can make 2 eggs + extra egg whites for added protein with toast.

And if you’re interested in meal prepping your whole day, all you have to do is choose a different dish than your lunch for dinner. Since every student has a different living situation, I’ll leave this up to you to decide.

It’s important that when you go grocery shopping for your meal prep, you pick up any other items that you need such as laundry detergent or bottled water. This will save you time and stress throughout the week since your time is limited between classes to run to the store.

Budget

It’s easy to say what you need to get at the grocery store, but I know that not every student has adequate funds to purchase my entire grocery list. This doesn’t mean that you can't meal prep.

You can easily modify any grocery list to fit your needs. For instance, instead of getting two types of vegetables and fruit, you can only get one type of each. Or if raw chicken is too expensive, scour the frozen aisles for pre-cooked chicken tenders. They may not be the healthiest option, but they might be your only option at the moment.

If you’re a student that works a part-time job, meal prepping will save you more money than you’d expect. Instead of picking up random fast food meals throughout the week or spending $20 for a coffee and a treat at Starbucks, your only large purchase for the week should be your groceries.

For each paycheck, set aside $30-70 for your meal prepping. The more days you meal prep, the more you will spend. It’ll seem like a large amount at first glance, but $70 spread out over 5 days is $14 for multiple meal and snacks.

How to Meal Prep

After following your budget and gathering your groceries, it’s time to start meal prepping. Let’s grab our Tupperware and get to work!

The whole concept of meal prepping is cooking your meals in one session. Most people like to meal prep on Sunday since that’s when they have the least amount of plans. Choose a day where you know you’ll have at least 2 hours free to cook.

Here are a few tips to follow when preparing your meals:

- Empty the dishwasher and sink before you start

- Have multiple foods cooking at once (chicken on the stove, veggies in the oven, etc.)

- Always start with the food that takes the longest to cook (rice can take up to 45 minutes)

- Make sure to eat and get yourself in a good mood before cooking

- Clean as you go

With these tips, your meal-prepping session should go smoothly. Meal prepping is something that takes time to truly perform well. The more you do it, the better it gets.

It also may help to try meal prepping with a friend or roommate so that you can delegate and split tasks.

Don’t be discouraged if your first meals are poorly seasoned or cooked through. The only way to improve is to practice and stay consistent.

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