#mom is on an art supply binge or something

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Landslide (series)

Part Five

Pairing: Josh x reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: You've lost something in a hiking accident... are you prepared for it to come back?

Warnings: marijuana use

MASTERPOST

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The remaining days of July slipped by quickly despite the remnants of your summer plans being canceled and crossed out on your calendar. Josh had taken up the bulk of the work that went into it, calling hotels and friends to regretfully inform them of your unavailability.

It wasn’t that you didn’t feel up to traveling or going out, but he’d come to you a few days ago and explained Dr. Prescott likely didn’t want you leaving home for too long while you were still healing. And while you were ready to accept that as his only reason, the crack you’d been keeping your door open allowed you to hear him calling his mom that night, telling her that he was worried about not being able to keep an eye on you. That he had to be there for you. 

Still, concern from others doesn’t stave off boredom, and with your limited hours at the studio you found yourself wandering the house most days. You’d picked up embroidery again, tried your hand at crochet, and practiced every Wii sport. Even with an at home schedule that was packed with attempted hobbies and binge watches, you were bored, and grew restless. 

That restlessness grew and sprouted into today’s new hobby: scouring every inch of the house for something interesting. 

You’d started out in the kitchen. The shelf above your sink had caught your eye as you were finishing your cereal, so after you rinsed your bowl and dumped it in the sink, you pulled a chair over and stepped up on it. 

There wasn’t anything to be found except some dust bunnies and a poorly rolled joint. One of Josh’s early works, you were sure of it. You slipped it into the pocket of your sleep shorts and clambered down. Nothing was to be found on top of the fridge, so you pushed the chair back into its place at the table and began opening cupboards and digging through their contents. Mixing bowls, chipped plates, and old cookbooks stacked up around you without revealing a single secret to your curious mind. 

Defeated, you let out a huff of air as you set everything back in its place and picked yourself up off the ground. You were about to start looking around the living room when Josh’s door caught your eye. Or rather, the lack of it in its frame. He’d left his door open. 

Without a second thought, you headed in. It wasn’t necessarily a foreign action for you, if your memory served you correctly, you’d been looking through his room since the day the two of you had moved in. Typically it was in search of sweaters to borrow or art supplies he’d stolen, but going through his stuff now didn’t really feel like crossing line, especially after you’d caught him rummaging through your drawers the day after you’d returned. You reminded yourself to bring that up to him as you roamed around the dimly lit space. 

Surprisingly, Josh had always kept his room relatively clean. That was in sharp contrast to his younger brothers, who he had admitted he was relieved to move away from if not for that reason alone. But that also meant there wasn’t much to rummage through… until you remembered his closet.

Josh’s closet was larger than yours, a sacrifice you had been willing to make in favor of a larger bedroom that could accommodate all of your things. Now, you silently thanked yourself for making that sacrifice as you stepped into it, glancing over each of the stuffed shelves and practically buzzing with intrigue. 

Your fingers danced over the shelves, finally choosing one and reaching up to grab a box on top of it. It was labeled with the number 14, and was stuffed full of cards. Upon inspection, you found that they were every birthday card he’d received for his fourteenth birthday, kept in pristine condition save for the cash and gift cards that were clearly missing from their designated spots. 

Most of the boxes were exactly like that one, cards or memories from one occasion or another that he’d cataloged and stacked on top of each other. But every so often you would stumble across a different collection. Rather than tossed in boxes, these belongings were gently packed in clean folders that were carefully folded shut. 

The first folder you opened was from around two years ago, and upon opening it you found a small pen and ink piece that you’d done over the summer. Another held the first painting you’d completed for a high school class. Folder after folder, you soon came to realize that for years, Josh had been collecting your work. Your art. 

They were all neatly labeled, some including comments regarding the work’s theme or medium, or a specific memory they were attached to. They dated back to your early teens, right about when you’d grown into the habit of discarding art if you didn’t love it. At his request, you’d mostly just given the pieces to Josh if you hated them, but he even had ones that you’d tossed in the trash. 

You weren’t sure if he knew it, but he had pieces that had been created with the thought of only him in your head littered about his closet, and at that, a sort of ache filled you. Deep down you’d always ached to be understood by him the way you wanted, but the reality of the situation was so much more overwhelming in comparison. He understood you the way you really were. In a world of people who would only ever know pieces of you, he knew who you were. 

The scribbled notes on themes, the collection, the soft indents left from times he’d evidently pored over the work. Josh knew you. Beyond expectation, beyond facade. Josh knew you. 

A heaviness in your chest told you it was time to get out of his things, but it didn’t stop you from grabbing a heavy looking book before you left. You were pleasantly surprised when you found it to be a photo album, detailing the entirety of your shared college experience. Tucking it under your arm, you brought the book out to the living room and settled into the couch. You propped it up on your legs as you turned a show on for background noise. 

As you flicked through it, drinking in the photos and descriptions that appeared to be written by both you and Josh, you found that your neurological predicament seemed to be solving itself rather quickly. 

By the time Josh arrived back home that afternoon you’d regained everything except around a month before your accident, and the progress was enough to make him wrap you up in his arms and spin yourselves around until he got dizzy. 

“Prescott’s gonna be so happy when we tell her.” He said through a beaming smile once he finally let go of you. 

“When exactly are we telling her?” You had technically known you were due for a visit to the hospital now that you’d had time to be among the artifacts of your life, but you hadn’t gotten any phone calls or other reminders, so the knowledge had been sitting at the back of your mind until now. 

“Well you’ve got your appointment tomorrow. We could call now but I don’t really see the point in that.” You shrugged indifferently when he looked to you for your thoughts, so he turned to the kitchen to scrounge something up for dinner. “10 tomorrow, so don’t plan on sleeping in too late. Now do we feel like ramen or toast tonight?”

You padded after him, peering over his shoulder at your options. “How about soup and grilled cheese?” The wind outside had been carrying a chill for days, and the atmosphere inside hadn’t been much warmer, despite how things were going in this moment. 

“Sounds perfect. Nice and cozy.” You smiled at his word choice, suddenly wishing you were back to the point where you could sleep in bed together. Ignoring the pangs of your heartache and the phantom warmth of your limbs tangled with his, you set out to gather a cutting board and pan, having reacquainted yourself with the kitchen cupboards that morning. 

The hospital visit the following morning was a simple affair. You’d arrived with a few minutes to spare, giving you time to flip through home magazines and judge the taste of the designers with Josh before Dr. Prescott called you into her office. 

“So, how are we doing with our retrieval mission?” She smiled warmly as she flipped through your charts and scans. 

“Really, really well actually. I think I’ve got most of it back.” There was a proud tone to your voice as you spoke to your physician. 

“Most?” She peered up at you as her hands stilled.

“Well, yeah. I think there are a few small gaps throughout the past couple years. And then I can’t remember really any of the month before the landslide,” the quizzical expression she was wearing urged you to continue, “but my parents are sending up a box of some of my things, some photographs and whatnot, so I’m hoping that’ll fill the rest in.”

Your fingers fidgeted as she took a moment to interpret the information you’d given her. “Alright, well I think we’ll take one more scan today, and then after that package arrives I’d like for you to give me a call. If this scan comes out clean and the bulk of your memory is recovered after you look through that box, I can’t see a reason why I’d need to call you back in.”

The scan went quickly and without issue, so she checked the scar above your ear one last time before clearing you and sending you and Josh out to the front desk with a nurse. 

After you’d signed every piece of paperwork you’d been handed, Josh drove the two of you home from the hospital once more. 

You’d noticed a shift in his demeanor at the hospital, but it was especially clear now that he was still maintaining a careful distance. While he made his way to his room, you decided to stay in the front of the house to brainstorm ways to open him back up. Each of your ideas came with excitement and went leaving a discouraging taste in your mouth. 

That’s how you spent the rest of the daylight, thinking of and discarding ideas as you rotated about the living room, watching as Josh left for and returned from work. Once the sun had set and the ideas had run dry, you stood from your place at the bay window and stretched your body, looking for your next move.

It wasn’t until you’d just about given up and headed to your room that the perfect opportunity presented itself to you. There on the floor next to your closet laid the sleep shorts you’d been wearing the morning before, and if memory served (which it just about always did by now), there was a poorly rolled joint in the right pocket. 

Rather than fish it out now, you undressed and changed back into them, pulling on your most comfortable shirt, a Stevie Nicks tee from the folded mass of band shirts you rotated through. Now that you were comfortable, you made your way back to the living room and turned the record player on. Selecting Fleetwood Mac’s self titled album from the communal crate, you pulled it from its sleeve and set the needle down on it. 

You took your time setting the living room up, pulling blankets and pillows from the basket beside the couch and arranging them into a nest atop the couch cushions for you and Josh. Leaving the overhead lights off, you flicked the lamp standing on the table on to its dimmest setting and went to the kitchen to fill water bottles for the both of you. 

Josh was prone to cottonmouth, a fact that he seemed embarrassed of the first time the two of you had smoked together. Since, you’d taken it upon yourself to provide water each time and sip it at the same pace he did. 

Rhiannon began with its familiar notes as you took a deep breath and headed back to Josh’s room. After lightly knocking on his door a few times, you pushed it open to find him sitting on one of his floor pillows, propped up on his footboard, book in hand. 

“What’s going on?” He peered up at you with soft eyes and a sweetly inquisitive look, quietly snapping his book shut. 

“I need you out in the living room.” When he made no moves to get up, you walked over to him and extended a hand. He hesitated a moment before latching onto your wrist with his fingers and pulling himself up inches away from your face. 

“Could it have anything to do with the music choice this evening?” He didn’t release your wrist, and you didn’t back up. There you two stood, practically breathing into each other’s mouths, the words ‘taken by the sky’ drifting through the open doorway and wrapping themselves around this moment in your mind. 

“Maybe. But you’ll have to leave your cave to find out.” You finally took a step back, turning on your heel and exiting back to the set up in the living room. There were a few seconds of hesitation before you heard his steps picking up right behind you. 

You directed him to sit on the couch as you grabbed a lighter from a basket by the fridge, then crossed the entryway to join him. He sat with his back against the corner, his left leg tucked under his right and his eyes tracking your every move as you took your own spot next to him. 

Remembering the water bottles sitting to the left of you on the table behind the couch, you grabbed them, handing one to Josh and keeping the other tucked by your side. Shifting to completely face him, crossing your legs under themselves, you plucked the joint from your pocket. 

An abrupt laugh erupted from Josh when he saw it, the noise filling the air and adding to the warm atmosphere that now enveloped you. “Now I think we both know you’re better at rolling than that.” His grin was so self assured that you could hardly wait for him to stop speaking to drop the truth on him.

“We do know that. So that would narrow the only possible creator of this monstrosity down to…” you leaned in, elbows landing on your knees as he involuntarily seemed to inch his face closer as well, “you.” 

The look of feigned disgust on his face made you sit back up, tipping your head back as you laughed. “Well, I guess we should find out if it smokes as bad as it looks.” He grabbed a blanket that had fallen to the ground and covered your laps with it, his knuckles dragging over your bare thighs as he placed half of it atop you. 

A ritual between you two had formed some years ago back in high school when you’d had to pool your money together for weed and sneak out to the garage to smoke. Each of you would lean in closely as you took the first hit. When you let it out, he would breathe in what smoke he could before it drifted out into the open air before taking the joint from between your fingers and starting the process again with him as lead. 

It wasn’t necessary anymore, now that your supply wasn’t limited to what his dealer had on hand for your budget and there weren’t any parents present to make surprise appearances, but the way you both tended to get touchy while high seemed reason enough to carry on with tradition. 

You placed the tip between your lips gently, waiting for Josh as he fucked around with the lighter until a flame appeared. He hesitated a moment, biting his cheek as he looked to the fire at his fingertips. 

“What is it?” you mumbled through partially closed lips.

“Isn’t it, smoking I mean, isn’t it bad for your memory? Like what if this makes your condition worse?” The flame persisted, his thumb still resting in its place to continue providing it with life. 

“Prescott cleared me, and I’ve, like, all of it back. There’s no condition to make worse.” You weren’t your most eloquent, but that was just the effect of your desperation. If this didn’t work, you weren’t sure how you could ever get him back to the level of openness he was at before the accident. 

“Yeah. Yeah you’re right, I’m just being stupid.” He raised the lighter to the end of the joint, watching as the flame took and the cherry began to burn brightly in the dim lighting. Your eyes stayed on him as you drew in your first hit. 

His eyes darted down your lips as you leaned in closer to exhale. They closed as he inhaled as quickly as he could, then opened them as he reached for the joint that you were holding between your fingers. 

“You’re not being stupid. It’s cute how much you still care about me.” A soft giggle escaped you as you watched him blush and take a breath before bringing the joint up to his lips, gently shaking his head with a smile.

What little smoke was left in the air dissipated as he took his first real hit. He could always hold it in a few seconds longer than you, a fact he made sure to brag about as often as possible. In fact, you had already begun to anticipate it from the time you were filling the water bottles earlier. 

When he finally blew the smoke out of his lungs and towards your waiting lips, you accepted it happily. “Sorry for the long wait, didn’t mean to keep you in suspense for so long.” There it was. You choked on your own laugh, coughing as you doubled over, forehead landing on his shoulder. You let it rest there as you felt his warmth. 

Josh always got extra warm when he was high, a perfect match for the way you tended to get cuddly. “As heinous as the presentation is, this shit is good, sit up before I have to break our pattern baby.” The pet name jolted you back to awareness, making you pick your head up and take the joint from him, a different type of warmth finding its way to your cheeks. 

You were typically a four hit type of person, especially with the little game the two of you played, so by the time it got back to you for your fourth turn you were getting the ashtray from your coffee table ready for when Josh was ready to quit. 

As the smoke swirled around in your lungs, you caught sight of Josh’s lips separating themselves in preparation for you. In a moment of impulse, you stamped the joint out and used your newly free hand to cup his jaw and bring his mouth just inches from yours. His hands found their places on your hips as you closed your eyes and exhaled directly into his lips, listening to the sound of his staggered inhaling paired with the fading instrumentals of Crystal. 

Neither of you moved as the track finished in its silence, except for the minute movement it took to rest your foreheads together and the occasional tensing of his fingertips against the soft fabric covering your plush skin. His warmth combined with the fuzziness you were now engulfed in seemed to be enough to keep you in that position forever. The sound of his light, shaky breaths told you how much he had to have been blushing, and you were suddenly thankful that the close proximity didn’t allow him to see the rosiness of your own cheeks. 

But the moment the piano of Say You Love Me hit your ears you were sitting up again, setting the ashtray on the table and springing up from the couch. Your high sent a warm buzz through your body, making you laugh as you held your hand out to Josh, practically glowing with excitement as you demanded, “Dance with me.” He opened his mouth to protest, but couldn’t get a single word in before you were pulling him up and explaining, “This is one of my favorite songs!”

You dragged him stumbling to the open expanse that was your entryway, starting to sing along as the words began echoing through your front room. Josh was never much of a dancer. Well, much of a good dancer. He loved to ‘dance’, but if you were being honest you may be the only person alive who actually enjoys watching it. 

Due to that, no matter your personal ability you did end up with the title of better dancer. So naturally, you began to lead him in the movements you were coming up with on the fly, grabbing his hands and moving around like a pair of marionettes with twisted strings. 

Giggles erupted from your chest when he began singing along with you to the chorus, lifting his arm above you and prompting you to spin into him. That night it seemed like the two of you couldn't keep your faces a friendly distance apart for your lives. Bubbly laughs were shared between you as your hands returned to each other, fingers lacing together as your shoulders shimmied in unison.

His cheeks had turned pink a while ago from the weed, and the way they shone in the dim light made him so… inviting. You untangled your fingers from his and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him tight as you swayed with him. 

“This isn’t exactly matching the tempo here,” he pulled his face away from you, trying his best to make his words clear, “let me set the pace.” Before you could protest, your hand was in his as his other arm snaked around your waist, leading you in fast waltz-like movements around your living area. He spun you again, laughing as your footing faltered and he had to catch you in his arms. 

In a moment of drug-induced weakness, you reached your knuckles up to his cheekbone, watching the way it glowed in the light. The bruise that had made such a prominent mark there was almost gone, probably unnoticeable if you hadn’t been staring at it since the accident. You could feel his breathing pause as you made contact. 

“Breathe.” You gave a simple command as you reached your fingers further, trailing into his curls, and found your footing again. “It’s important to breathe when we’re engaging in such, such…” the word wouldn’t come to your buzzing mind, so you chose to forgo it entirely, “something physical activity.” 

“Something physical activity?” Josh looked at you with his eyebrows raised, a smirk creeping up on his lips. 

“Shut. Up.” Your eyes opened widely, but the moment you made eye contact with Josh you were both doubled over with laughter, holding on to each other to stay upright. The sound of the song finally crept back into your mind, and you jolted up at the words. 

You started to shuffle as the third verse started. 

Baby, baby, hope you’re gonna stay away

Pushing the air, you backed up from Josh in smooth movements, laughing as he slowly stood up straight again. 

‘Cause I’m getting weaker, weaker every day

A hand raised to your forehead in mock exasperation, you tried to slowly sink to your knees, but ended up just falling on the floor. 

I guess I’m not as strong as I used to be

Josh ran over to you, getting on his own knees and scooping your head into his arm. 

And if you use me again it’ll be the end of me

After you both took a few seconds to laugh, he started to help you up. The feeling of him, his arms, it had never been foreign, and still wasn’t, but tonight there was something different in the air. And it wasn’t just smoke. 

He wrapped your arms around the back of his neck as he started to stand you both up, holding you closely by the waist as you got back on your feet. His hands held your arms and your chin hooked around his shoulder until you were both standing steadily. As you pulled away from him, your faces turned towards each other, brushing your noses together. 

A hazy feeling found its way to your head at the contact, confusing you further in your already disoriented state. His fingers tightened around your biceps for a moment before he let go and pulled away, quickly stepping away towards the kitchen. 

You stood still for a few seconds, staring at nothing in particular, listening to the song as it continued and the soft padding of his feet on the hardwood floor. Slightly swaying on your feet, you tried to maintain your balance as best you could while the feeling of uncertainty washed over you. 

Almost involuntarily, as if your body had been put on autopilot, you stepped slowly over to the couch, falling back down into the position you had assumed previously, before almost kissing Josh had fucked with you so thoroughly that you could hardly stand. The rummaging of plastic was discordant with the end of the song you loved so much as you sat on the couch, spacing out at the wall as your mind swirled. 

The familiar fingerpicking of the next song picked up as Josh closed the cupboard and started to make his way back to the living room. It was that stage of your high where you got retrospective and philosophical, and the current state of your relationship paired with the song playing around you wasn’t helping to fix that. 

“I uh, I got hungry.” Josh flopped down on the couch next to you, snacks spilling down onto the blanket the two of you had been under together just a few minutes ago. The noise was enough to snap you back to reality, making your head turn towards him and the pile of junk he’d gathered as an avoidance technique. 

“I can see that.” You look up at him with a small smile, mixed feelings rushing through you and leaving your brain with the feeling of actual waves crashing over it. “Do you…” it wasn’t easy, trying to find the words for the question you had for him. Even when you were sober, it wasn’t easy. “Do you have anything else that you want to tell me about what led up to the accident?”

A look that seemed to be a mix between fear and shock washed over him. “What do you… do you remember something else? Do you have something new you need, uh, you need clarity on?” He swallowed. Hard. 

“No I… I was just wondering. I feel like something is really missing from me.” You took Josh’s hands and looked into his eyes before continuing. “Is there something you’re keeping from me?” 

“Why would you ask me that? Do you really think I would keep something from you?��� He didn’t seem mad, just confused, as he removed his hands from yours. He ripped open a box of Cheez-Its, and though you hadn’t gotten an answer, he seemed to forget that you had asked a question at all. 

You turned away, dissatisfied with the turn the evening had taken. 

Well I’ve been afraid of changin’ 

‘Cause I’ve built my life around you

Chancing a peek back at him, you notice him staring at you before ripping his eyes away. 

“What?” You were still in a deep haze, pulling your knees up to your chest and leaning against the back of the couch as you turned to face him again. 

He finished chewing, then seemed to mull over his answer further. “I wish I could do more. To help you. It feels like, hopeless, kind of. Just the last of it, getting it back. Like it won’t happen, and I can’t help.” His tongue ran over his teeth as he finished trying to get his point across. 

“Yeah, it sucks. But maybe… maybe it’s okay. Like, hey, I have everything else. What’s a few weeks?” You give him a small smile, your eyes growing heavy as the song goes on. After a moment of deliberation, he swiped the snacks to the floor and extended his arms towards you. 

With more than a bit of effort, you pushed yourself over into him, tucking into his side and resting your head on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, letting the song echo through the room. After a moment, he agreed, “You’re right. It’s only a few weeks. What’ll it hurt?” 

“I can’t imagine what it could hurt.” You sigh as you lean further into him, “I can’t imagine.”

#josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka #gvf fic #landslide fic

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Astro Observation/Rants #3 (includes moral support for ppl with harsh aspects between their big 3)

🍰UNDERRATED ASPECT COMBO: Mercury sextile venus + mars when I tell you the amount of crazy situations I’ve talked my way out of and the amount of free things I’ve talked my way into is simply ridiculous.. The mixture of both I think gives someone a rlly nice and sweet way of talking but with a certain tact and persuasion with how their saying it if that makes sense? Which equals a real charmer in words but also someone very skilled in how to get what they want through what their saying. If you have this as well start using it to your advantage trust me it works!!!

☹️Does anyone else who has Pluto or Saturn on or aspecting the ascendant in a harsh aspect have an intense self awareness that kind of keeps them from doing certain things bc it gets to much be too much or you get too paranoid over what others will think of you?

😪Being a Sagittarius but with Saturn as my dominant/elevated planet is really not what I signed up for... I thought I was getting my fun carefree casual storyline but Saturn said it’s the struggle for me. RIP to young me who only looked at cookbook astrology and rlly thought I was doing something...

🙃Ppl who have their sun or ascendant squaring your own ascendant usually have habits or just certain things they do that tend to annoy you or make you judgemental in how they present themselves to the world and others around them. My virgo rising squares my moms sagittarius sun and I can’t take her anywhere 😕

🥵Venus square mars is so hot yet such a disaster in synastry😭 like maybe it’s because I attract relationships that tend to be as messy as something out of a Netflix original but I’m always so attracted to guys who’s venus’ square my mars... and then they open their mouths😪

📚If you know someone with mercury in an aspect to saturn compliment their intellect, writting skills or just knowledge in general!! Ppl with this aspect tend to feel insecure with being considered “smart” even if they really are! Most ppl I’ve met are able to articulate their thoughts rlly well and are like walking dictionaries almost? They way they talk when explaining definitions or concepts is also lowkey hot🥵maybe that’s just my Virgo rising talking tho...

���Sun in any aspect to venus but especially the conjunct/trine as an aspect between two people is the official hype man aspect!! The venus person hypes the hell out of the sun person and vice versa!! Probs the loyal fan who’s always in your comment section😘I love this aspect sm tho you just love the entire being of the other person! one of my fave celebrities has her venus conjunct my sun and I am deeply in love with her🤪

😩WHEN WILL THE UNIVERSE GIVE ME ANYTHING OTHER THEN A DAMN PISCES ARIES OR LIBRA MAN ITS GETTING OLD give me my Scorpio or Capricorn man😭🙏 (except dont bc all of hell will break loose and it’ll be me invigoratingly opening the gates)

🌗If you have your sun in a harsh aspect to your moon (square or opposite) your childhood was probably not the most fun in the home life and you probably understood the harsh reality of marriage or just unhealthy relationships in general from the parents :/ the whole sun/moon inner conflict was also probs pretty prevalent and caused social issues with peers at school.. honestly such a sad aspect to have as a child bc everything’s so hard and you don’t understand why bc you don’t rlly understand yourself yet :( but once you grow into it and figure out how to balance your emotions/moon to your overall personality/sun one can become the strength where the other is weak and it creates a sort of wondrous enigma of a person and ppl can become rlly entranced in your personality! It’s called layers bitch😜

🤫Scorpio/Pluto in the 3rd house (I have both🤗) could be someone who has a lot of secretive hobbies or interests that they don’t share with a lot of ppl but may have a secret social media accounts for them👀 not the type to tell ppl if they like someone but the ppl who are close to them will catch on or honestly figure out just by asking them straight up bc once confronted we get all embarrassed and you can see it on our faces super easily! We love our mysteries, plot twist or literally anything that requires digging deeper or making theories when reading or watching something. No surface level shit here🙅‍♀️

💸Mars in 2nd house may have a shopping addiction or may be bad at saving money. They usually binge shop and are the types that went to a grocery store for more untensils and came back with a waffle maker and a bunch of baking supplies😅 stingy if you eat their food without permission... the type to freak out if they left their fave shirt at their friends house after a sleepover lol, probs has a thing for food and sex together or sex in a really luxurious place with candles and rose petals.. it’s go big or I’m going tf home with them. Have furniture in ur home their not fucking in a god damn roller rink🤣

🌟People with Mercury in Aquarius/aspecting Uranus seem to really like talking about scientific theories or futuristic concepts!! All the ones I’ve known have had really grand ideas and seem to like anything related to the mystical but also seemingly holds a lot of innovative undertones! One of my friends who has Mercury in Aquarius aspecting Neptune/Uranus has a thing for the Disney short films which honestly is like a mix of neptune and uranus in its art forms! I’ve always thought it was cute how eager she is to show me them☺️

🌊From what I’ve observed an aspect that can make someone kind of bad at confrontation or like vocalizing their feelings until it’s too late and their bursting like a freaking geyser is Pisces mars. It doesn’t rlly take a lot to have them feeling some sort of way either with or without a valid reason (this is just an observation from the ones I’ve seen I don’t want to generalize!!) but the way they get angry is like a baby’s tempter tantrum and because I’m a Sagittarius I can always see thru the bullshit and I’m like is anyone else seeing this? I think overall besides Scorpio having a water mars signs is exceptionally hard so I cut them some slack but at what cost😫

🤤Mars conjunct Jupiter people are yummy. The men and women both are so hot and the men are always exuding big dick energy and usually thats what their giving👀

🌎All my big 3 create harsh aspects to one another (sun square moon, moon opposite ascendant, ascendant square sun) I honestly don’t know how I made it this far without literally exploding from tension but to anyone with these I guess my advice would be to refrain from taking things too personally bc it’s usually never that serious we’re just already a bit insecure in ourselves and how we present ourselves to the world! Your perception of how others view you vs how they actually do are usually very different in a good way but we tend to self sabotage ourselves into acting the way we think others want us to! I think having so many conflictive yet different sides of yourself creates a very influential character. It’s kind of like living in many completely different places throughout your life. The change is always hard and you don’t always feel secure but your experience and perception on things are really unique and you can offer other ppl a whole new perspective on who they are bc you yourself are always looking through the world through conflicting yet contrasting lenses.

#natal aspects #natal astrology #astro chart #astro rant #astro culture #astro observations #astrology #natal

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Happy BFSN, everyone!!

I've been meaning to do one for the past 2 weeks but kept putting it off either because of school or work or something but today I'm free!

Ramadan started this past Friday and to say it's been a strange experience would be an understatement. I don't know if yall saw the photo back when COVID-19 started spreading, but the pilgrimage around the Kaaba in Makkah was stopped for the first time ever. Since that moment, I knew this year would be different. Ramadan is a month about communal gatherings and coming together as a community to pray & donate & help those who are less fortunate and we're all mourning that loss. Masjids would be overflowing with people coming to pray in congregation after breaking their fasts and that livelihood is unparalleled to anything I've ever been a part of.

Regardless of that loss, we're still donating and providing food & other supplies to those who need them and trying to become as connected as possible, and it gives me hope every day.

Up above are some things I've been doing during this quarantine!

The first pic is 5-ingredient flourless chocolate chip cookies that I made after finding Hummingbird High's instagram. They were DECADENT and super chocolatey and only took 15 mins to make!

The second pic is a Bob Ross painting that my sister did on a mini canvas! She definitely got all of my mom's art genes.

Also watching Lucifer (go watch it immediately!!) after binging The Witcher (watch that, too!!) and I've got about 10 more shows I've been meaning to start.

What have yall been up to? Got any book/TV show/documentary recommendations for me? Let me know!!

I hope you all are safe and healthy and happy during this weird, scary, uncertain time. If I can help you in any way, PLEASE let me know!! My inbox and chat are always open. ❤

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[yastaghr]

What We Do For Family 5

This one took a while, but it’s worth it! What We Do For Family is back!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22254547/chapters/58305151

Reaper stepped into Sharktale. He also stepped into absolute chaos. He’d thought he’d opened a portal into the cold-water equivalent of Snowdin, but it looked like he’d missed his mark and ended up in the current to Hotland. That was close enough to walk it, and he didn’t have to worry about anyone bumping into him. Everyone in Sharktale swam, including the little diver humans who worked with them. Besides, the only sharks that would be on the floor of this section of ocean were slow enough that he could dodge them. It turns out that binge-watching Shark Week with his son had its uses.

A few hours later Reaper ran into the monster (or, rather, god) that he was looking for. Dream waved at him from the window of his cave complex in the rock forest of Snowdin. Reaper smiled and waved back at him, then grimaced when Dream moved to open the door. It wasn’t that he disliked Dream. It was just that Reaper knew that Palette would be there, too, and Reaper hadn’t brought Goth. He still wasn’t sure how to react to the knowledge that Goth had a crush. So, instead of reacting, he’d decided to ignore it.

The door opening up was what interrupted Reaper’s thoughts. Sure enough, the first thing that happened was a little white blur racing out of the house and tackling him at the knees. Reaper was once again glad that he’d convinced the other gods to let Palette become a little immortal. Goth needed someone his own age to play with who wasn’t going to die.

“hey, pal-pal. goth has been talking about you,” he said, testing the waters to see what Palette’s reaction was going to be.

Palette turned an enormous grin up at him. “HE HAS?! I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT HIM, TOO. I’VE BEEN TELLING MOM THAT GOTH SHOWED ME HOW TO MAKE A PORTAL! HE’S SO COOL! I LOVE HIM THIS MUCH!” Palette said, holding his hands as far apart as he could.

Reaper smiled, but inside he was panicking. Love? Palette loved Goth? That much? Reaper really hoped he just meant as a friend. “that’s great, palette. i’m sorry i don’t have goth with me today. i actually came to talk to your mom. do you think you could find something to do that would be fun to do while dream and i talk?”

Palette nodded. “YEP! I’M WORKING ON A GIFT FOR GOTH! IT’S A SECRET, THOUGH, SO DON’T TELL HIM.”

Reaper smiled a little queasily. He definitely wasn’t prepared to deal with this. “i promise i won’t tell him, pal-pal. now you go get working on that present! goth is really looking forward to seeing you again.”

The little skeleton beamed at Reaper, saluted him, and ran back inside. The sound of Dream’s laughter, muffled as it was by the water between them, drew Reaper’s attention. Dream looked… good. He was smiling, and that smile was more than the shadow Reaper had grown used to on his bad days. Palette did that to him. Goth did, too. Reaper couldn’t blame him. They were both absolute delights.

“He’s a little gem, isn’t he?” Dream said softly, coming over to stand by Reaper. “Even the most horrible situations can have a little light in them, right?”

Reaper winced. He could recognize false cheer when he heard it. Then again, that was Dream’s job. He was the God of Positivity. He had to try and make people feel better. Reaper could understand that. He hated his job sometimes, too.

“i can’t possibly imagine what good could come of me losing geno, dream. he’s…” He trailed to a stop.

“Well, you got to spend some more quality time with your son, right? That has to count as a positive!” Dream said determinedly. Reaper sighed. He should just give in to being cheered up instead of moping, but… after what he had found out from Life about Geno’s current condition, that was hard. He just wanted to curl up and cry, but he’d already done so much of that that his voice was sore.

“i guess… that’s actually why i’m here. geno, not spending time with goth.” It was Dream’s turn to wince. Reaper quickly explained, “i have some new information. life found out… she found out… geno’s changed. she says something even more powerful than she is messed with him. he probably won’t remember us. so, i’m here to warn you about it, and ask if you can maybe check for any new souls? she said his soul has been changed, so maybe you could find him this time.”

Dream sighed. Reaper could already feel his aura shifting. He hoped he wouldn’t trigger an episode, but he needed to know if Geno was okay. Maybe Life couldn’t find him but Dream could? All Reaper really had at this point was hope.

The God of Positivity got that far away look Reaper recognized as him searching. He stood by, ready to act if Dream-

Dream froze, his eye lights going black and his whole body going rigid. Damn. Reaper reached out to touch Dream and wake him from this stupor. Dream could be stuck like this all day if he didn’t. It was a consequence of Dream’s time trapped in stone. Humans called it dissociation, and it was a scary thing. Dream had once said that it felt like he wasn’t attached to his body anymore. His senses were all dulled and so was his mind. If Dream could even manage to respond it seldom made sense. It was part of why Dream was rarely left alone.

Everyone knew what to do when he got like this. The first step was to speak to him. “dream. it’s me, reaper. i’m going to touch you, okay?” He said. There was no response, which Reaper knew to expect.

He moved on to the next step, which was to gently touch Dream in a safe place. Reaper picked his arm to touch, not above the fabric of his sleeves, but still on his upper arm. Dream didn’t react to the initial touch, but as Reaper began to rub little circles into his arm Dream started to move. First there came a breath. Then a blink. Two. Then Dream’s head turned, agonizingly slowly, to face Reaper.

“hey, dream. take your time, but try to come back to yourself, okay?” Reaper said. Pinpricks of light appeared in Dream’s dark sockets. They slowly grew into actual orbs. They were still faint, but at least they were there. Reaper counted that as a win. “that’s it, dream. good job. do you think you can speak? you can say whatever you want, just say something.”

Dream sipped a lungful of air, then let it out. He repeated this twice before he actually spoke. “... I had another episode, didn’t I?”

Reaper nodded. Honesty was always best. “yeah, dream, you did. it’s okay, though. it didn’t last nearly as long as some of your others have. you were out for maybe ten minutes max, and you didn’t relapse at all. that’s good!”

Dream smiled weakly. “Thanks for your help. I’m sorry I’m not more use for you. What was it that got me started into the haze?”

“i asked you if you could try and find new souls that could be geno. it’s okay that you didn’t succeed. life already told me we wouldn’t be able to find them, but… i’d hoped that she was wrong. i shouldn’t have asked you to do that. i’m sorry,” Reaper apologized.

Dream’s smile grew a little bit in strength. “That’s okay, Reaper. I understand. If I hear about or feel any new souls I’ll let you know, okay?”

Reaper recognized a dismissal when he heard one, but he had one more thing to talk about. “dream? um, i don’t know how to put this, but… goth has a crush on palette. can you tell what kind of crush it is?”

Dream blinked at him and laughed, bright and clear. Reaper smiled. That was good. He hated to leave Dream in a bad frame of mind. “Are you just discovering this now, Reaper? They’ve been dating for over a year. It’s sweet. They’re always talking about each other and constantly want to be together. They make each other gifts and share all their discoveries with each other. Palette’s soul beat speeds up every time he sees Goth, and Gothy’s soul skips a beat when he sees him. I couldn’t tell you what kind of relationship they have, though. I just know that it’s real.”

Great. There went Reaper’s little fantasy about the two kids. There was only one thing to do now. He had to find out. “so, how many people knew about this before i did?”

“Quite a lot, I’m afraid,” Dream tittered, “although if we knew you didn’t know we would have done something about that. There’s even a little fanclub for their ship. People give them art supplies and toys to give to each other, that sort of thing. It’s called the Poth Fanclub! I can give you the list of people who are in it if you want.”

Reaper nodded. He could feel his dark aura swirling around him. He had a thing or two to say to these people who would encourage two little kids in something like this. It was very rude to ship real people, and doubly so for children. Reaper knew what he was going to be doing next. These people needed to have a lesson in manners, and Goth needed to be reminded about taking gifts from strangers.

Dream giggled. “It’s all people you know, Reaper. Grim is in it. So are Mercy and me. Classic, Blue, and Red each have their part in it, as do their brothers. I think the only person you’d have doubts about is Ink. We’ve kept him away from Goth like you wanted, but he is the one giving most of the art supplies to Palette. He is his son, after all.”

Reaper shuddered. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Ink… no, that was a lie. Reaper hated Ink. After what he had learned about him lately, why wouldn’t he? Ink was a menace. “thanks for keeping him away from goth. i just-”

“I understand, Reaper. I just wish you could forgive him. I have,” Dream said pointedly.

“heh. you know me, dream. death is notorious for holding a grudge,” Reaper said, chuckling. How exactly that rumor had gotten started was beyond him, but that didn’t really matter. It was useful, so he let the rumor hang around.

Dream sighed. “I know. Say hello to Goth for me when you see him!”

“i will. see you later, dream!” Reaper said, waving as he opened a portal back to Reapertale. “i will.”

=====

Error tumbled out of the Anti-Void and fell flat on his face in the snow. It was almost comical how much effort it took him to pry his skull off of the ice. It finally came free with a wet slurp that was completely inappropriate for the action that caused it. He grumbled to himself, “Stupid ice. Stupid portal. Stupid Fate.”

<Where are we, anyway? Does anyone know what universe we’re in?> One of the more helpful voices asked.

Error looked around, but he couldn’t tell just by looking. There was no dust scattered in this section of the Snowdin forest. No traps littered the ground. The only things he could see from here were the door to the Ruins, the bridge that every Papyrus built with bars too wide, and the branch that the Sans would use to prank the human. Huh. Guess he wouldn’t find out until he ran into a monster. Hopefully it would be the Sans. Actually, scratch that. Hopefully there was no one in this world. He really didn’t want to kill people. If he had to destroy it would be better to do so without killing anyone.

<Oh! You should go knock on the door first! It would be so cute to see you talk to a Toriel again!> Another voice, much younger in tone, said.

Error shivered. He really didn’t want to, but… he had to start somewhere. He had to do this to protect his family, no matter how much he hated it. He trudged through the thick, unbroken snow to the looming door in the cliffside. Habit, long forgotten in his crazy life, led him to sit against the door with his back to it. He knocked twice loudly and waited for a reply. Under his breath he muttered, “Knock knock.”

“Who is there?” An agonizingly familiar voice carried through the door.

Error winced and closed his eye sockets. So there was a Toriel here after all. Great. “Um… glitch?” He said on the fly. It had been a long time since he’d made a knock knock joke like this.

“Glitch who?” Toriel asked.

“Glitch is… I mean, I’m sorry about glitch,” Error said wretchedly.

“heh. sorry about what, pal?” A third voice joined in. Error’s eye sockets flew open.

There, floating in front of him with a genial expression, was a Sans. He looked like a ghost that had never had a rough day in his life. He had a substantial ponch, soft eyes, and a wide grin. Oh, how Error hated that grin. He was about to kill someone who looked happy and welcoming. Damn Fate to hell and back.

<Ooh, we’re in Ghosttale! Isn’t that one of yours, Nnnnn?> Error couldn’t work out what that one voice had said, but he didn’t really need to. He didn’t want the voices to have names. That would be awful for his sanity.

“uh, bud? you there?”

The words were almost overrun by the voice of Fate. <Do your job, Destroyer. My patience wears thin.>

Error flinched from the voice. The ghost Sans seemed to be worried. “hey, bud, why don’t you come with me? my brother’s a healer. i’m sure we can help you with… whatever is wrong with you. i promise we’re not going to hurt you, and i hate to make promises. okay?”

“Please don’t say that,” Error pleaded as he stood up, reaching for his magic to call his blasters, “because I can’t say the same thing to you.”

The ghost Sans tilted his head. “and what do you mean by that, bud?”

Those were his last words before Error’s blaster that he had summoned behind him tore through him with magical fire. Error stared at the dust that floated in the wind. He felt absolutely sick to his stomach. As he heard the ghost Toriel opening the door behind him and prepared to attack, he whispered to the wind, “I’m sorry.”

#What We do for family fic #destructivedeath #glitcheddeath #afterdeath #sanscest #error sans #errortale #reaper sans #reapertale #dream sans #dreamtale #forced god of destruction error #yastaghr

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ LEGACIES / 1.14 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

“I was recently dead, so I think I’ll mend.”

“You were having a nightmare.”

“You screams and some magical wave thing hit me.”

“I have art supplies where no man should.”

“Obviously, I’m dying to know more.”

“She’ll work with you, too, if you want to deal with the fallout of him, you know, killing you.”

“I’m honestly just glad to know what I am.”

“That was actually what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“He told me about your little incident.”

“Isn’t boyfriend confidentiality a thing? It should be.”

“It seems like you’re manifesting a little stress and anxiety.”

“My guess is, you’re still dealing with the trauma of seeing them dead.”

“Okay, I could stand to blow off some steam.”

“I’m gonna go check the woods to see if I can wolf out.”

“Let’s take the opportunity to maintain our image as a normal school for the rich and awful.”

“As usual, anything remotely magical, enchanted, vampire, wolf, or witch-related must be kept tucked away, hidden, and under lock and key.”

“So, I’ve been thinking about why you’ve been acting so weird.”

“Suddenly everyone’s got a psychology degree around here.”

“I just think you have cold feet.”

“We’re finally in a solid relationship based on honesty and openness.”

“I’m indestructible. You’re relatively indestructible.”

“We finally have a long, clear road ahead of us, with no obstacles.”

“I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

“He killed a fellow classmate, who thankfully was resurrected and harbors no ill will.”

“Is that the 90-year-old vampire ex you may have mentioned murdered your mom?”

“I don’t hold him responsible for what happened anymore.”

“How about we blow this popsicle stand and go to my room for a little binge-watch and chill?”

“This is me offering you a viable option out.”

“This pageant is misogynistic and archaic.”

“I wish I was drinking something right now so I could do a spit take.”

“I need another task. Something more strenuous if you have it.”

“Does this have anything to do with the return of your ex?”

“I thought you had something important to tell us.”

“Come for the underwhelming announcement, stay for the epic meltdown.”

“You are pageant-pretty, reasonably well-spoken, and not to mention you have the added bonus of being an orphan.”

“Classic charity case.”

“It’s effective, but her methods? Quaint at best.”

“Isn’t your presence alone a huge win for the patriarchy?”

“This is the death of feminism.”

“I mean, dude kills his friends and still redeems himself.”

“Do you have something else to do?”

“After everything you told me he did to you and to your family, you can act like nothing happened?”

“At least here the see me for who I am, ugly parts and all.”

“Maybe you should go home and leave me be.”

“You are a ticking time bomb.”

“I’m gonna show you how to take care of it before you hurt someone.”

“You are one small moment away from a meltdown, trust me.”

“You know that feeling inside, like a balloon constantly filling up, always on the verge of popping? Let it pop.”

“Scream as loud as you can.”

“Buckle up, we’re in this till the bitter end.”

“In a situation like this, which one of us is supposed to apologize?”

“The timing is too convenient.”

“I thought you were sorry for acting jealous?”

“I was sorry, but now I’m vindicated.”

“So, this has got to be weird for you.”

“Stop beating around the bush.”

“Yes, of course I have feelings for them, and I always will.”

“Look, you don’t have to trust me on this, but you should definitely trust her.”

“Why are all the answers you’ve prepared for me about death and grief?”

“I’m not struggling anymore. I’ve dealt with it and moved on.”

“I think we should talk about how you really feel about this.”

“So all of your selfish, obnoxious, and evil meddling was for nothing.”

“They’re supposed to be incredibly beautiful with snakes for hair, turn men into stone.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever spoken to me before.”

“You’ve never had free booze before.”

“So, what sorrows are we drowning?”

“I came back from the dead in a burst of flames.”

“You’d think that would earn a guy a couple days of feeling special.”

“The irony about this place is that special is just normal.”

“If I’ve learned anything from her, it’s that honesty is the best policy.”

“You are all so blind to the hypocrisy of this place.”

“You are so much better than that.”

“Why do you smell like a bar?”

“I wasn’t always the most honest person, but you were the one that taught me the value in being truthful.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I will.”

“The devil’s exorcising herself from our lives.”

“Why are you acting all annoyed?”

“You never consider anybody’s feelings but your own.”

“Here it’s not about how bad you mess up, it’s about if you make up for it.”

“Boys need some space before they come crawling back.”

“I’ve worked so hard to move on from all the things that have happened to me in my life.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so angry.”

“For weeks, I have been hoping that you would give me one reason to stay.”

“Instead, you have me a thousand reasons to go.”

“I will not wait around and watch what happens to you next.”

“One day you will understand why I did everything I did.”

“I love you with all of my obnoxious, selfish, evil heart.”

“I was mortified when I heard what he put you through.”

“I cleaned up her mess.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #starter sentences #KIND / SENTENCE. #KIND / IN CHARACTER. #BASED ON / TV SHOW.

[isrustandstardust]

1: Full name: Selena.

2: Zodiac sign: Scorpio.

3: 3 Fears: Abandonment. Not being good enough. Being lied to.

4: 3 things I love: Bones. Corpses. Books.

5: 4 turns on: Intelligence. Perversions. Sarcasm. Violence.

6: 4 turns off: Stupidity. Ignorance. Lack of hygiene. High pitched voices.

7: My best friend: Is the best bitch ever.

8: Sexual orientation: Bisex.

9: My best first date: A dinner and a walk by the lake.

10: How tall am I: 165 cm.

11: What do I miss: Woland, sometimes.

12: What time were I born: 3.45 a.m.

13: Favourite color: Teal.

14: Do I have a crush: Yup.

15: Favourite quote: So it goes.

16: Favourite place: Como.

17: Favourite food: Red meat, raw.

18: Do I use sarcasm: Way too much.

19: What am I listening to right now: I’m watching ‘my 600lb life’ on tv.

20: First thing I notice in new person: If he looks me in the eyes or not.

21: Shoe size: 38/39.

22: Eye color: Reddish brown.

23: Hair color: Chocolate.

24: Favourite style of clothing: Urban/edgy/grunge.

25: Ever done a prank call? When I was little.

26: What colour of underwear I'm wearing now? Black.

27: Meaning behind my URL: It’s a Nabokov’s quote.

28: Favourite movies: The Fountain, In the mood for love, Bin Jip, The pillow book, Only lovers left alive, Stoker.

29: Favourite song: Too hard to say.

30: Favourite band: Same. Maybe Tool.

31: How I feel right now: Relaxed.

32: Someone I love: My hubby.

33: My current relationship status: Happily married.

34: My relationship with my parents: No relationship with my mother, a distant one with my father.

35: Favourite holiday: Christmas.

36: Tattoos and piercing I have: 15 tattoos, no piercings atm.

37: Tattoos and piercing I want: I want to do some surfaces again and I want to ink both my arms. Full sleeves.

38: The reason I joined Tumblr: I wanted a safe space to write.

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? No, we just have no relationship whatsoever.

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? When my husband is on tour.

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Yup.

42: When did I last hold hands? A few hours ago.

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 20 minutes.

44: Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? Nope, I don’t need it.

45: Where am I right now? On the couch.

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? My husband, my friends.

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Way too loud!

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? No. I live by myself since I was 18.

49: Am I excited for anything? In a few days I’ll begin renovating my home!

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Sure.

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? Daily.

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? Today.

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? That could be a problem.

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? No, I’m very careful when it comes to trust people.

55: What is something I disliked about today? My stomach aching like crazy.

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? I’d love to have a chat with Jodorowsky.

57: What do I think about most? Work, work, work.

58: What’s my strangest talent? I can fit my whole fist in my mouth.

59: Do I have any strange phobias? Deep water, strange fishes.

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind, I’m a director, not an actress.

61: What was the last lie I told? I’m not hungry.

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Texting.

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I believe in aliens, I’m fairly sure that something similar to ghost actually exist.

64: Do I believe in magic? Kinda.

65: Do I believe in luck? Yup.

66: What's the weather like right now? Fucking cold.

67: What was the last book I've read? A criminology book.

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? A lot.

69: Do I have any nicknames? MissFortune, Sally.

70: What was the worst injury I've ever had? Never had one.

71: Do I spend money or save it? Save it. I know what it means to have nothing. At all. I don’t want to find myself in that situation ever again.

72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? Nope.

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? Nope. I don’t like pink very much.

74: Favourite animal? Snakes, moths.

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Still working.

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? I know his name is Woland.

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Do you realize - the flaming lips.

78: How can you win my heart? Be kind, be honest.

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? I don’t want a tombstone, I want to be cremated.

80: What is my favorite word? Weltschmerz.

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr. No idea tbh.

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? Read a book, study something, stop being stupid.

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? Nope.

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Mind control.

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? When was the last time you ate?

86: What is my current desktop picture? Mass Effect’s reapers attacking earth.

87: Had sex? Two days ago.

88: Bought condoms? A few years ago.

89: Gotten pregnant? Never.

90: Failed a class? Never.

91: Kissed a boy? A man. A few minutes ago.

92: Kissed a girl? Cannot recall.

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Yup.

94: Had job? Of course.

95: Left the house without my wallet? Maybe.

96: Bullied someone on the internet? Nope, been bullied tho.

97: Had sex in public? Yep.

98: Played on a sports team? Nope.

99: Smoked weed? Yes.

100: Did drugs? Three times.

101: Smoked cigarettes? Yup.

102: Drank alcohol? Of course.

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Nope, been vegan for a year but my health went to hell.

104: Been overweight? I was a little chubby when I was little.

105: Been underweight? Almost all my adult life.

106: Been to a wedding? Sure.

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Daily.

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yup. I love binge watching things.

109: Been outside my home country? Sure.

110: Gotten my heart broken? Once.

111: Been to a professional sports game? No.

112: Broken a bone? Never.

113: Cut myself? I self harmed for years. Been clean for the past four and a half.

114: Been to prom? No.

115: Been in airplane? Yup.

116: Fly by helicopter? No, but I’d love to.

117: What concerts have I been to? Slayeeeeeeer! This is the first that comes to mind.

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Of course.

119: Learned another language? Yup.

120: Wore make up? Daily.

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? Nope.

122: Had oral sex? Sure.

123: Dyed my hair? The last time I went blonde for my wedding, almost three years ago.

124: Voted in a presidential election? I voted, here in Italy, for every election.

125: Rode in an ambulance? Sadly, yes.

126: Had a surgery? Nope.

127: Met someone famous? More or less.

128: Stalked someone on a social network? A few times.

129: Peed outside? Yup.

130: Been fishing? I actually enjoy it a lot.

131: Helped with charity? Not that I recall.

132: Been rejected by a crush? Not in a while.

133: Broken a mirror? Nope.

134: What do I want for birthday? Being spoiled.

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? One. Nero if he’s a boy, Alya if she’s a girl.

136: Was I named after anyone? After a book character.

137: Do I like my handwriting? It’s not bad.

138: What was my favourite toy as a child? I didn’t have one. Maybe my art supplies.

139: Favourite Tv Show? Atm: Supersized vs Superskinny.

140: Where do I want to live when older? Iceland.

141: Play any musical instrument? I’m learning to play drums.

142: One of my scars, how did I get it? Almost all my scars are from self harming.

143: Favourite pizza toping? Cheeeeeeeeeese!

144: Am I afraid of the dark? Nope. I feel at home in it.

145: Am I afraid of heights? A lot.

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Doing something bad, surely.

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Sometimes.

148: What I'm really bad at: Bowling.

149: What my greatest achievments are: I earn my own living since I was 18.

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: That I should never been born, I guess.

151: What I'd do if I won in a lottery: Sell my house and go live abroad.

152: What do I like about myself: My willpower.

153: My closest Tumblr friend: I don’t have one.

154: Something I fantasise about: My future.

155: Any question I’d like: I have no preferences, ask away.

#survey #about me #meet the artist

[ego-driven-one-wing-angel]

All Ya’ll Suck - Be Nosey Q&A

THIS IS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED. But a promise is a promise lmao~ So here’s all 50

What’s your sexual orientation?

Demisexual 

What are you obsessed with right now?

Final Fantasy and my cats. 😭

Ever done any drugs?

I’ve been offered but no.

What piercings do you want?

I want my triple Helix done so bad. 

How many people have you kissed?

A BIG FAT 0

Describe your dream home.

I’ve always been in love with tiny homes. So I would LOVE to have something similar to an Eco pod in Scotland. With a hot tub, a giant forest background, small enough for me and my cats and maybe my S/O.  It’s almost like a studio apartment but just shoved in the forest and I would enjoy it 100%.

Who are you jealous of?

Probably anyone in a healthy, committed relationship? I’m not much to be envious of others, but when I see couples that are just perfect for another, it makes my heart sink a little because I want that.

What’s your favorite show to binge?

Supernatural, House MD or Criminal Minds. 

Do you watch porn?

I’ll admit, I’ve seen some hentai. BUT I SWEAR IT WAS FOR THE DAMN PLOT.  I also read this Yaoi NSFW manga a few years back, and honestly, I should have guessed it was NSFW because it was wrapped in plastic so you couldn’t look inside. I bought the first two novels, and honestly, they love story in it is probably one of my favorites. 😂

Do you have a secret sideblog?

I DO. It’s a House MD blog.

If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?

Hmm. I have no idea. Scotland for their eco pods? But also I want to go to New Zealand so bad.

What’s one of your fantasies?

Becoming a multi-millionaire writer with a PhD in Forensic Psychology. And having one of my books turned into a tv show or movie and flipping the bird to everyone in high school and middle school who thought I couldn’t make it. 

Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced?

Ouch. No. I don’t have them pierced but I don’t think I ever could. I give props to those that went through with it because anytime I think about a needle coming for my nipple I kind of want to pass out. 

How would you spend a million dollars?

Buy an ECO POD. That’s it. Maybe a couple of Louis Vuitton handbags to match my other ones, but that’s it. I’ll probably give the rest to my mom and she could buy herself the beach house she’s been wanting the past three years.

Are you in a relationship?

Nope.

Do you follow porn blogs?

No. Sorta. Well, kind of? This particular blog doesn’t post straight porn, but it does add a few aesthetic NSFW photos and gifs occasionally. Like more Witchcraft and Dark aesthetics.

Are you angry with anyone right now?

Myself. And maybe my math teacher. I just took a math test and it was timed so I only had an hour and a half to take it. I didn’t get to answer like 4 questions and it brought my math grade down 🙃

What tattoos do you want?

Oh man, I want a lot lmao:

I want a small, american traditional cat just below my ankle.

A watercolor fox on my thigh

A pair of angel wings across my back

A star wars lightsaber on my finger

A watercolor Captain America shield on my hip

I want Cloud’s buster sword and Sephiroth’s masamune down both sides of my thighs

And a little bee or paw prints behind my ear

If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to?

Probably Katherine. That name has been my pseudonym for years. So it’s almost like a second name already.

What is something you’re obsessed with?

Pens. I’m one of those people that have a million pens and markers. I blame the art side of me, but I just like the idea of new office supplies.

Describe your best friend.

Rambunctious, ambitious, always knows how to make others smile. Halo-obsessed, classic Capricorn, and absolutely LOVES chicken nuggets.

Tag someone you think is hot.

@/SebastianStan

Who are five of your favorite bands/musical artists?

Gorrilaz

Queen

Billie Eilish 

Melanie Martinez

St. Vincent

What are three places you want to travel?

Scotland

New Zealand

Brazil

Describe your perfect Friday night.

Drinking my Dad’s Mexican hot chocolate, playing video games, and sitting with my cat all sounds pretty good to me.

What’s your favorite season?

WINTER 

What’s your pet peeve?

I have this thing where my ears like die when people scrape their fingernails on walls. OR Styrofoam rubbing against cardboard. GROSS. 

Who is the funniest person you know?

Me. Or my mom. We both have the same sense of humor. 

What’s the most overrated movie?

Fight Club. I watched it and was just flabbergasted on how much traction this movie has? It’s okay but not cult classic type of hype.

Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message.

@ALL OF MY FOLLOWERS

Do you like paper books or ebooks better?

Paper books. I own a kindle and it’s just not the same. I have over 1,200 paper backs and hardcover copies of books. I can open my own library at this point. And I have four boxes of books that sit in the corner because I ran out of bookshelf spaces.

If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick?

Probably Final Fantasy 7 or Ridley Scott’s Legend. 

If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like?

Probably full of Calvin Klein sweaters. I already have about thirty but they’re the comfiest and softest sweaters I own.

What’s your coffee order?

I like a classic caramel frap with two shots of espresso. 

Do you have a crush on anyone?

Sephiroth. But in real life? No.

Do you still have feelings for any of your exes?

I’ve never had an ex lmao.

Have any tattoos?

NO BUT I WANT SO MANY

Do you drink?

I’m a social drinker, so I only have wine or mixed drinks when it’s a party. I don’t like drinking by myself.

Are you a virgin?

Yes.

Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals?

Not really. But I don’t know much about any of you 😭

How many followers do you have?

I just got a whopping 126. But this account is new so getting that much in about three-four weeks is pretty good to me!

Describe the hottest person you know.

Like someone I know personally? Because that’s what I’m going for:

Skin like olive, baby blue eyes, white teeth accompanied by a set of dimples. Dark, curly hair that fits past his ears. Perfect skin, perfect smile. He’s a good friend of mine and we all call him hottie because he makes the girl’s swoon. 

What’s your guilty pleasure?

Watching Nanny Shows on youtube. I don’t want children nor do I like children, but watching these shows is like crack. I can’t stop watching them once I start.

Do you read erotica?

I write it. So take a guess. 

(yes.)

What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?

I’ve been on very little dates as is, but there was a story I never told anyone because it’s disgusting and embarrassing. But this guy whispered in my ear he wanted to wear my underwear and I deleted his number the moment I went home. I try not to kin-shame, but on a first date? Super weird.

How many people do you follow?

I’m not sure, like 78 I think now? 

If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick?

Sebastian Stan. I love him so much.

Describe your ideal partner.

Probably just as much as a nerd as I am, sweet, compassionate, likes to stay in and play video games during the weekend. I’m not picky.

Who do you text the most?

My best friend.

What’s your favorite kind of weather?

Rainy or snowy!

Oh I DID IT! ALL 50.

[helenaswriting]

ships for @why-the-heck-am-i-here!

@why-the-heck-am-i-here: “Okay I really really want a ship thingy for marvel, Harry Potter and stranger things pls!! Imma send it here because I want to tell you as much about myself as possible 👉🏻👈🏻. (Feel free to post it still lol! Okay so my name is Bailey and I’m 5’9 (v tall) I currently have kinda short black wavy hair but I’m always dying it! Imma do pink next ;). I have green eyes and I tend to always do big thick eyeliner and smudged eyeshadow. I dress more on the oversized grunge side of the fashion spectrum, tho I would love to go more alternative. Okay now that that’s out of the waaayyy. I’ve always been described as the cool one kinda. I’m laid back but at the same time always up to do something stupid lol. I’m definitely always up for some fun but also a good ol nap. When I’m not doing anything like that I’m drawing or binging any show/movie I can get my hands on! Anime sign me up! Horror sign me up! Romantic sign me up!! You get the point. Back to drawing tho, that is such a big part of my life. I’ve been drawing since I can remember. Rather it’s just doodling or going out side with a canvas and some watercolor I’m always doing something new with art! I even have a small business. And if I happen to get a cool idea I’ll sketch it out on anything! My pets are also a big part of my life. I have a Pomeranian puppy named kuma and a GIANT Akita named Harlow. Their kinda stupid ngl but that means they take after mom 😣. Oh there’s music! I’m literally always listening to it or wishing I was listening to it, some times if I can’t I’ll start humming a song without realizing. Lastly id say I’m really touchy, I like to hold hands and get hugs 🥺. SNUGGLING IS THE BEST AHHH. Just some little facts; I’m a slytherin 🚨🚨 My favorite marvel character is rocket I’m a sucker for sandwiches My favorite color is black I always imagined myself sneaking my dog into Hogwarts as a pet (probably the Akita because 🙃) I’m a master a video games! Pokémon is my bff That’s all I can think of! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HOPE IM NOT A BOTHER 👉🏻👈🏻”

hello!! you aren’t a bother at all and thank you for your request! i just did marvel and harry potter, if that’s alright? i’m very sorry, i just had so many considerations for stranger things and couldn’t make up my mind :( i hope you still enjoy reading these headcanons!! <3

· so, let’s start of with marvel! · as i was reading your description, i was considering many ngl, but i just have to go with bucky, because y’all would really be a power couple. · so the two of you meet very randomly, and a little cliché, at a blockbuster. (rip blockbuster btw). · you’re browsing shelves of movies, just taking a good look when you spot this tall guy, with shoulder-length brown hair, eyes on you, flustered when you spot him and you just kind of smile to yourself. · you spot the metal hand he’s hiding in his sleeve, (knowing who he was, though it wasn’t something you minded,) as you strike up a conversation with him, about the movie he’d quickly picked up when he saw you heading his way. · “the 40-year-old virgin, huh?” · “what- uhh, sorry?” · you nod to the dvd in his hand, realising that was the movie he’d randomly picked when panicking, though he wouldn’t admit he was, even later when you become a couple. · bucky and you end up leaving with each others numbers on your phones, and though he has a hard time admitting it, he’s very giggly and happy. · i mean he just got a really cute girls number, what was there not be ecstatic about? · anywho, so fastforward to after a little too many dates where he asks if you want to make it official. · it’s actually a really sweet moment. · you two are sitting at a fountain, no one around, your head on his shoulder as you just listen to the sound of the water behind you, a comfortable silence between you two. · he then kisses your lips, and you’re both feeling over the moon. · so this guy loves everything about you. · you both kind of have the same energy in a way, both laid back and though he might not have the same amount of coolness as you, you two just click and fit perfectly. · there’s never awkward silences between y’all, you’re practically soulmates, and that’s what steve and sam say too when they meet you and see you together. · if bucky has to go shopping for new clothes he always brings you along for advice, ‘cause he really likes your style and the vibe you have. · and you love styling him, since he goes along with almost everything. · for only you, of course. · bucky always hypes you up and admires your art, kissing your temples as you draw or paint, looking at your art. though he thinks your the art. · btw he absolutely LOVES your pets, and he spoils them by giving them too many treats sometimes, but he can’t help it. · yes, he is a big dog lover.  · is it just because they are your dogs and seem to have some of your personality? · maybe.  · he’s a soft boy with you, always there for you, holding you close whenever he can. · and this guy is also very touchy. · there’s nothing he loves more than laying on the couch with you, snuggling and cuddling as you watch a movie together or playing video games. · you almost always end up talking through movies, not being able to focus, but y’all don’t really mind.  · and you always kick buckys ass in video games, and when he get’s sad about losing you make up for it with kisses and loads of love <3. · he loves listening to music with you too and you showing him songs you like, since he’s not all that up to date with modern music and what’s popular nowadays. · bucky LOVES holding hands with you btw. · he only really uses lots of pda if he’s jealous of some guy checking you out, but he always holds your hand, proud to have you by his side as his lover. · he just appreciates you so much, and is so thankful that you support him and are there for him, especially when he’s going through dark episodes of trauma and PTSD. · all in all, you’re a real power couple, always strong together and you both rely a lot on each other. the trust and bond the two of you is so deep and stunning, and you’re a real dreamy, grunge couple.

· now to the world of harry potter! · okay, so honestly how can i not ship you with the obvious person who came to my mind first- draco malfoy.  · so the two of you are childhood friends and meet in your first year at hogwarts, befriending the boy. · we all know that draco is quite the dramatic person sometimes, and you two are quite different in that sense. · sure you have the same slytherin qualities, but since you’re waaay more laid back, sure up for a little trouble, but nothing with major drama, draco is the opposite. · he’s meddling himself into things that are unbelievable sometimes, getting into trouble for the most dramatic things.  · but you’re always there to help him. · you grow to be best friends, and many from the other houses judge you for that due to his reputation. · but the thing was that they didn’t actually know him the way you knew him, as a best friend, though you wanted to be more, and let’s be honest draco has had a crush on you since your third year at hogwarts. · he asks if you want to go to the yule ball with him, and that’s when you both crack at the same time to tell each other you want something more than to just be friends. · might i add draco is very enchanted by your dress, which i personally imagine to be this black or grey, puffy gown. · no matter what you would be wearing, he’d love it and think you look gorgeous. · “draco, i-” · “i have to tell you-” · “oh,” you both say at the same time. · “you go first!” · “no, you, you.” · “i insist you speak first, i-” · but he interrupts you by placing his lips on yours and god are there loads of butterflies in your stomach. · from that night, you’re a couple, but it’s not something you disclose to many people in the beginning, despite draco being so fond of pda. · fond of pda doesn’t even begin to describe it honestly. · once you’re a couple he can’t stop showering you with kisses, hugs, gifts, chocaltes- everything. · infront of anyone, anywhere. · btw he loves shopping with you and for you, and simply must give you really extra clothes worth god knows how many galleons, but he doesn’t mind at all. · whenever you gift him something it’s usual small, but very personal, and god this boy may seem tough and ready to square up, but he becomes so emotional when you give him a present- no matter what it is. · also he loves giving you art supplies, insisting on buying your watercolour paintings so he can have them on display both in his dorm but also at home, though his parents may not be to fond of it. · he’s your number one supporter and inspiration. · draco is very proud to have you, and WILL show you off whenever he can. · he thinks and knows you deserve it, for everything you put up with. · aka him. · draco is the sort of person who has a facade for most people, you being one of the only ones, if not the only one, to be able to break down that facade. · he knows that he can be difficult sometimes, since being emotional is something he’s bad at showing just because it’s something he hides a lot, but he knows he can trust you and be himself around you. · and he knows that you’re always there for him. · and draco is always there for you. · you two have a lot of fun and are always pulling pranks or getting into trouble. · on a date you two went to explore the dark forest, luckily not getting hurt, but even if it was scary, it was funny as well. · afterwards you retreated to your dorms, sitting in the common room, having movie marathons, which annoyed the other slytherins since you two hog the tv quite a bit. · he also loves sneaking up to your dorm and taking you out on midnight walks. · sometimes you take your dog along, and it’s all just very cute. · all in all, you are such a great pair, strong, fun and troublesome, yet sweet and tender.

#ship #ships #draco malfoy #bucky barnes

[this-lioness]

Quaranmemes for Quarantines

Tagged by @reallyginnyf​ <3  Putting this under a cut since it’s pretty much doubling as my weekend wrap-up as well.

when was the last time you left your home? On Thursday I had to run a few quick no-contact errands -- dropped a bulk mailing off on the rear platform at the post office, deposited a Fedex envelope into one of their pickup boxes, and then ran some miscellaneous groceries over to my Mom’s house.  Today I went for a run, but only around the neighborhood, so that doesn’t feel like it counts. 

what was the last thing you bought? I’ve actually been doing a bit of online shopping lately -- bought a sewing machine (still need to sit down and set it up), a gas-powered pressure washer (arrived today), a new bathroom scale and a vacuum sealer.  Last thing we bought in-store were some small necessities from Walmart.

is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed? This is tough to answer, because I’m never actually relaxed.

I worry about someone in my immediate family getting sick, but beyond that the quarantine doesn’t really trouble me.  I’m largely a homebody, and honestly this has kept us from a lot of unnecessary spending, so all the places I’d probably be going would just be buying shit that we really don’t need. I think my anxiety only ramps up when we have to go somewhere, like when my parents need groceries, and we have to go through the whole process of masks and gloves and fully decontaminating everything once we get home.  We have it down to a science, but it’s still a whole process.

But I’m frankly enjoying the time at home.  I’m a very “routine” person -- I’m comforted by having lists of things I need to do, and places to put things, and then doing it all by rote.  We worked very hard to make our house be a place where we enjoy being, creating, relaxing and working, and now we’re reaping the benefit of all those things.

who are you spending quarantine with? My husband Marc and all the cats.  I only see my parents long enough to drop things off at their house.

do you have pets to keep you company? We have three of our own -- Bones, Spencer and Rosie -- plus two fosters, Baby and Blue.  There is also a semi-feral cat, Fidget, that we feed and care for, and he occasionally spends a night inside if it’s particularly cold or wet out.

what are your current responsibilities? We’re both very fortunate in that we are fully capable of working from home, and both our employers are in full gear.  Mine is actually busy enough to need to hire new people for the sudden influx of work, apparently. So I work my “day job” during the day, and when I’m not working I’m cleaning and doing laundry, trying to keep our chest freezer topped up with ready-to-prepare meals, a lot of organizing and a bit of gardening.  I really need to sit down and do something creative, although my muse has been completely dead for... longer than I’d care to admit.  I’m going to give it a bit of a try tonight, though, so we’ll see.

Just lately I’ve been on a purging spree.  Thursday, Friday and yesterday I cleaned out every corner of the art room / office and made three piles of craft supplies to give away.  I also gathered together two enormous bags of various clothes and gave that away as well.  My next step is probably to switch out my winter wardrobe for the summer stuff, although we’re expecting a good week of cold, rainy weather so... maybe not quite yet.

do you have a room to yourself? Well, if I ever needed time to myself I could certainly find it.  The art room / office is unoccupied when we’re not working, and when we are I can always come down to the living room or go into the bedroom with my laptop, or I’ve got a little “writing chair” in the dining room, by the back patio, that’s nice to sit in.  I can be content anywhere in the house, basically.

are you exercising? I wasn’t, but a few days ago I decided to change that.  I need to get better control over my physical well-being (and self-image), so I made myself a little weight / diet log, included columns for water intake and exercise, and signed up for a “virtual 5k”.  Today it was just warm enough to get outside, so I went for a run.  Technically we went for a run, but Marc got winded not too far into it and had to head home again.  I grabbed my earbuds and went back out.

Got in 2.27 miles before deciding to head back home.  Because the weather is going to be shitty I plan to kick the fosters out of their room for at least 45 minutes every day so that I can get some treadmill time in.  With any luck we’ll shortly have space cleared in the attic so that we can do yoga and maybe barre as well.  

town, country, city? We’re in a semi-rural suburb in Bucks County, PA.  It’s... suburban, but very very blue collar, and there’s plenty of farms around, large and small.

how’s your toilet paper supply? We seem to be OK.  I am a prepper by nature, and I made sure to stock up before things started to get bad.  I’m also being very mindful of how much I use, which helps.  I’m more worried about my folks, who blow through resources like crazy, but I don’t think it’s terribly hard to come by as long as you can get to a store.

what’s the worst thing that you had to cancel? I was a bit bummed about the Colin Firth concert being cancelled in the early part of this month.  That was going to be a nice night out.

To be very honest, my biggest regret is that we took on the fosters when we did.  No one in this area is in a position to adopt two cats, and to be honest... they’re not very good fosters.  Blue is friendly and outgoing, she likes to play, but she’s not cuddly -- she’s not really interested in being petted or held and doesn’t seem to want to sit in your lap for very long.

Baby likes Marc well enough, but she continues to run from me whenever she sees me, and forget about coming up for a cuddle.  She’s just... fucking miserable.

We’re also giving up on trying to integrate them with our cats.  They don’t have very good “cat manners” (they have no sense of personal space and will get right up in the other cats’ business), and the two of them have twice now gone after Rosie in what was a semi-playful, semi-aggressive manner that she definitely did not appreciate, so that’s the end of that.

It would be different if they got along with our cats, or if they were cuddly, but Blue is the only one that I’d consider truly adoptable.  Baby is fucking miserable and I have no idea how the fuck we’re going to adopt them out.  I’m desperately trying to find someone that can take them, but I don’t have a good feeling, and I honestly don’t know what we’re going to do long term.  It was a mistake taking them in, and I regret it, but I’ve got to find a way to deal with it now.

what’s the best thing you’ve had to cancel? This is going to sound terrible but... we were planning on going to a “Return of the Living Dead” convention in June.  Had tickets, a hotel, everything.  Technically it’s still on -- they haven’t cancelled the event yet -- but we’ve agreed we won’t be going, even if it’s still on in June.  Too much of a risk.

In theory this was going to be super fun, and I actually was excited about it, but... honestly, going to so many comic cons has really burned me out on other people who attend conventions, and the idea of being around mobs of people acting like smelly, poorly socialized assholes about something that I genuinely love was kind of stressing me out.

I didn’t want to see something that I love gatekept, I didn’t want to be “fake geek girled” about it by somebody with B.O. and no social awareness.  It was starting to stress me out. So I’m sad that we won’t be going, but glad that I don’t have to stress out about it.

who do you miss the most? My boss, I guess?  He was fun to hang out with and bullshit with, and we can’t really do that the same way that we did when we were in the office together.  I’m pretty lukewarm on everybody else I used to see in person day to day.

do you have any new hobbies? Ugh, please, I already have so many fucking hobbies.   Uh. Well, I did buy the sewing machine, so... :/  Let me get it set up and actually sew something before I start calling it a hobby, though.

what are you watching the most? Marc and I have been binge-watching Ozark and a show called Futureman, which are both compelling and extremely difficult to watch in different ways.  I’m still waiting on new content from the lady that lives in Japan, haha... this is probably a good opportunity to go back and watch whatever videos I haven’t seen yet.

are you still going to work? Remotely, yes, every day.  I’m actually using the time to try and get myself better organized and establish good work habits and routines that I can carry through to when things start to normalize.

what are you out of? Mmm... nothing, I don’t think?  I’m getting low-ish on yeast, since I’ve been baking so much, but I’m not even really low on that yet.  I’ve tried to do a “dried cranberry yeast starter” but I’m not convinced it took... I need to drain off the yeast liquid and add some flour tonight, see if it grows or if it’s a dud.  

have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine? I trimmed my bangs about a week ago, I think, because they were getting frustratingly long.  Fortunately I didn’t butcher them too badly.  Today I helped Marc give himself a trim, and he’s looking quite dapper again, so I guess we’re not in too bad of a shape.  I chopped my hair to the shoulders back before the quarantine so it would have to get much, much longer before it became problematic for me, and even then.  I’m still debating if I even want to color my grays at all, so I’m not concerned about “touching up roots” or anything like that.  I am what I am. 

Not tagging anyone because A) I’m terrible at tagging, B) Most of the people I follow that are “real people” and not just content-posting accounts are mutuals of one another.  If you want to participate, please consider yourself tagged.

#meme #quaranmeme

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💙 Happy things to appreciate 💙 Random acts of kindness 💕 Cloud watching ☁️ Giving something my all💯 The tippytap of my dog’s paws as he comes to me when I call him 🐾❣️ Family!! 👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 Fairytales about princesses and castles 🏰👑 Classic Disney movies °O° 📼 Waking up without an alarm ⏰ 🌅 Selfies when I’m really feeling myself 🤳🏻 Coffee ☕️ enjoying that first cup in the morning :) Meeting up with friends 👭 Getting stronger 🏋🏼‍♀️ (physically or mentallyyy)❗️ Proving my resilience ⬇️🆙 Beer with friends after a long week 🗓🍻 Going on a trip ✈️ Pretty bows 🎀 (and other accessories) 💍 Smiling for no particular reason 😃 Roller coasters!🎢 the anticipation at the top! Fruit salad 🍒🥝🍍🍎🍉🍇🍐🍌 When it all comes together like a puzzle 🧩 Old school video games 🎮 Leaving love notes (or any notes!) 💌 Gettingggg love notes (or any notes!) 📬 Good news in the paper 📰 Enjoying nature 🏔🏕 Karaoke 🎤 Flowers on a spring day 🌷🌻🌺🌿🌸 Cookies and milk 🍪🥛 The smell of rain/ thunderstorms ⛈⚡️ Balloons 🎈 Tea 🍵 with honey 🍯 Binge watching a good show on Netflix/Hulu 🖥 Tropical vacations 🏝 The smell of mom baking apple pie on a fall morning 🍎 🥧 The sun, rising every day 🌅 A fresh notebook waiting to be filled 📓 Cute puppies 🐶 Cute cats 🐱 My favorite music 🎼 🎶🎵 A stack of books waiting to be read 📚 Seeing a rainbow 🌈 Photography that captures feelings 📸 Improving myself 📈 The sun coming out 🌥⛅️🌤☀️ Fireworks 🎆🎇 Cosmic phenomena 🌙💫 -notice the miracles Getting a good night’s sleep 💤😴 City skylines 🌇 🌃 Office supplies 📎✏️ 📋 Magic✨/ unicorns 🦄 / etc 🌟 Being alive!! 🌎 appreciate that 👈🏻 Shooting for the moon 🚀 🌕 Hot chocolate 🍫 on a cold winter day ❄️ Making someone happy 😃 Deep conversations 🗣 with close friends 👥 My perfect nephew 👶🏼 Learning something new about science 🧬 Comfy pajamas ✔️ Jeans that fit just right 👖 Frantically writing ✍🏻 getting ideas💡 on paper Pride 🏳️‍🌈 for whatever I am Connecting w people I love on social media 💻📱 Self-care 🕯 🧼🛁🧖🏻‍♀️ Really appreciating stars 🌟 in the night sky 🌌 Good fortune 🔮 Getting into a video game 🎮 (or watching one) Shopping sprees! 🛍 Fall 🍁🍂🌾🌼 bonfires 🔥 Achieving something to be proud of 🎓 A big paycheck 💵 Late night car rides🚙 with Andrew🥰 singing🎶 Funny memes 😂 The incredibleee excitement the night before a Disney trip 🔜 Waking up on Christmas morning 🎄🎁 Feeling lucky 🍀 Winning something 🎰 Classical music that brings back memories 🎻 When things fit together perfectly 🔐 Making art 👩🏻‍🎨🖍🖌🖊 Appreciating all the world’s differences 🗺 Becoming the best version of me 🏆 Learning 👩🏻‍🎓 Books 📖 & how so many of them exist📚 Making wishes 🧞‍♀️🧞‍♂️✨ Things that comfort me 🧸 🐘 (my stuffed elly!) My favorite perfume 🥰 The first snow ⛄️ of the season 🗓 [peaceful!] Singing in the rain ☔️ Checking something off my to do list ☑️ Tattoos 🌀 Ice cream (size congruent with my mood) 🍦 Parties 🥳 Quiet mornings 🔇 Crocheting someone a hat 🧶 Ska shows 🏁 Facing fears 🕸 My infinite internal power ♾ 💥 The journey 🛤 Climbing into bed feeling accomplished after a long day 🛏 A new haircut (or color!) 🆕👱🏻‍♀️💙 Reliving memories 💭 / looking through keepsakes 🎟🎫 Being the perfect amount of energetic🔋 Finding light in the darkness 🔦 When good things fall apart but better things fall together 💔➡️❤️ Counting down on New Year’s Eve just like the entire rest of the world 🎆🎇 Making someone proud (even if it’s myself)☺️ Late night adventures 🌙 The fact that I kicked the fucking shit out of anorexia once and I can fucking do it again 🍽

#happy things #be happy #reasons to be happy #happiness #smile #ideas #mental health #positive #optimism #positive attitude #affirmations #positive affirmations #the little things #good things #good #happy #appreciation

[thestudyfeels]

How To NOT Be Depressed.

(Or If You Prefer — How to Be Substantially Happy About Life.) 

WARNING: This is one rollercoaster ride of a post. Proceed with extreme caution. For some, the staggering levels of insight may induce true purpose and re-establish their warrior spirit. For others, side effects may include grammatically incorrect hate or aloof eyerolls. We advise exiting if the said group includes you, for we're very tired of cleaning vomit off the seats.

Step aboard at your own risk.

If you’re one of the brave souls who stayed back to join us, I congratulate you for even I am scared of how crazy this post truly is. Alrighty then, kick back and relax folks, today we’re having a mature, adult conversation. Merely another cheery afternoon spent talking about life and its realities. Not too bad, eh?

Before we begin, spoiler alert! For those of you already turned off by the mention of 'depression’ and packing their bunnies to leave, sit tight. This ISN'T really about depression. This is about HAPPINESS. No clickbait. That got your attention, right butterfly? Nice, now stay.

A welcoming, maybe demanding A/N: Do me a favor and read this in one go. Maybe even plug in those headphones and listen to the songs dedicated to each part as you read. It's long, you have the new Riverdale episode to catch up on, but don't hop away just yet because (I had a couple moments writing this, alright) it's life changing. You'll prolly cry a few tears of realization, nod all nod-able body parts in agreement, beat your chest at random instants 'cause the hype’s too real, and perhaps, if it isn’t too much to hope for, finally go change your life for the better. In case you've forgotten, this'll remind you that there’s always hope, that you're a born conqueror, and you were made to THRIVE, not survive. Convinced? Kay, roll the cams.

   To clarify first-hand, no, I'm not depressed although I’ve experienced mild depression for a period before. Glad to say I'm out of it but I still struggle with tackling what I'm about to detail next.

Insert bitter voice, it’s this: My life is nowhere near I want it to be. Though I know vaguely what I wanna do, I haven't yet figured out how the hell I’m supposed to get there, or how my dream life is to be sketched out. It’s all a blurry mess. Which, to put it bluntly, hurts. I HATE feeling powerless and worthless, roaming about aimlessly.

There are many such moments where I hit the brakes to wonder why I’m not living THE Life already. There have been several times when I curl up and cry a frickin’ Amazon. There are horrible nights where I'm shaking with emotions, but they won't release, leaving me choked. (…not in that way, you hoes. Um, just ruined the dramatic mood with a lame dirty joke, sorry.)

   They say talking helps and that's why I figured I'd drop in. But perhaps more importantly, I wanted to hang because no matter how unfocused the lens may seem at my future, I don't consider myself a dopey loser incapable of the crazy dreams or wild bucket lists I fantasize about– and I thought I'd skip along to remind you that neither should you. (Or maybe I just came to sniff the new appetizers, who knows?)

PS: I also broke a sweat listing six ways to get outta depression– alternatively, to be more of a conqueror– because y'all are always pestering me with asks that go “how do I conquer omg send supplies” (Like, imagine a conqueror saying that! Oh, the crime, the atrocity!)

So yes, you're welcome. Have a feast with this litness.  

The main reason behind people being so frightfully sad, I’ve found, is a huge lack of fulfillment. We don't do what we love, for either— [ 1 ] we aren’t living life the way we want to (since we keep doing things we feel we're supposed to do) OR [ 2 ] because Mama, Papa and Mrs. Carter next door feel that struggling is the only way, and project their traditional beliefs onto us. Either way, whether or not we consciously realize this, subconsciously, we're all hurting because of it. Badly.

That lingering feeling of emptiness never seems to leave. You feel drained every night when you drop into bed, not because you gave it your all, but because you couldn't. And so, we do the next best thing. Drugs. Maybe not literally, but figuratively. We numb out this subconscious pain by binge watching Netflix shows. We deaden ourselves to that discomfort by reading smut in the bathroom or by playing dumb video games all day. We try (and fail) to extinguish this feeling of not ‘being enough’ by having silly flings or fake friendships.

And ultimately, we NUMB ourselves out to LIFE for we can't bear to live the way we're living. There's a reason why “How to Stop Procrastinating” posts are so popular (they’re a blogger’s most foolproof way of paying the month’s rent, and yes, even I'm guilty of a couple). We’re constantly having FOMO and tuning into others' highlights on social media– completely missing out on our own lives in the process. We fail to realize that the culprit is lack of genuine purpose more than zero self-control (or maybe it’s both, but that’s a tale for another day).

[On a side note, obviously I did generalize a bit– video games can be a passion for you, watching shows a way of winding down. But for most, they’re only DISTRACTIONS, just another way of ignoring the calls of life by hanging up the phone.]

   And here's the bitter truth about depression: The longer you wait to start living authentically, the more you start tuning out the inner cries wanting change, the faster your dreams start to ebb away, and the more you'll want to become insignificant. And to me, that's the scariest part of this journey to my dream life.

Nothing frightens me more than knowing that the moment I stop pushing, the very moment I give in to distractions and fears, my goals will stop manifesting themselves and I'll be stuck in this small town with its small people eternally. And THAT, I'm certain, won't be any more fun than working your way through a soggy ham sandwich, ironic as soggy is what life has become. (Yes, I have a thing against soggy sandwiches. They were a kid's worst lunch nightmare.)

   If you relate, and I’m sure you do (it’s probably why you stopped scrolling through cheesy fanfic for ten minutes to read this, I know you amigo) — here are six ways to NOT be depressed. Or more accurately, to gift wrap yourself some sweet ol’ happiness.

You're a Samurai and the Following Be Your Katanas —

Hol’ up. The second you reach the End Card, I want you to drop your Cheerios and implement at least THREE of these six strategies. Just follow the Takeaways, I've made this really simple. And as a rule, one of them has to be this one. (Look, don't whine. If you wanna climb outta that dark hole, you gotta put in some effort. So pop that booty, and let’s get down to business!)

Here’s the most truthful, though cheesy thing I’ll ever say: I would be nowhere I am today without this blog. If not for it, I would most likely be weeping in a dug-out hole somewhere, drowning in my salty little pond of tears and chiming every loser’s favorite words (“there's no point”). Creating this blog gave me a definite purpose – putting out fiery content, dipping myself deep into my newly found passion for writing and influencing, and connecting with other conquerors on the platform.  

I meet a lot of folks, whether at Sad School, Mouldy Mall, or Boring Bus stop, who always seem to be in a state of death-inducing boredom. When asked about their favorite thing to do, they’ll mumble “sleep” or “food” like Siri narrating your cat’s evening routine. And then you see adults, dragging through life mindlessly. Utterly clueless, floating like a piece of driftwood in an ocean bubbling with life. My sympathy quota gets overdosed everytime I think about it.

   To spell it out, find something to do. Anything! Learn a language, try some ballet, take pictures of your neighbor's rose garden, make an art piece and show it to your mom, stitch buttons onto shirts for fun, heck, make an entire shirt out of buttons, take a break from reading smut to write your own, frutify your farts, WHATEVER, just get up and move.

And here’s why – nay, not to keep you engaged or make you feel less worthless, not that bullcrap. It’s to put in gear the journey of figuring out what is the shite that you love doing. Too often we get stuck thinking about what our oh-so-great passion is. Get this, passion is energy. A spark for something. A magical fortune cookie which, when cracked, seems to explain everything, gives you the very reason for being alive. You can only feel that fire, that wild love, when you actually do it. So get cracking is all I’ll say!

Takeaway:

Attempt something. Nah, scratch that, imagine you’re in a sweet shop with shelves lined with free samples and try everything. Pick up that Polaroid cam, take that dreaded history course, buy that children’s cooking kit– in short, start working. Pull out all the stops, get curious, and get creative. In the process, if you promise to try hard enough, you WILL (money back guarantee) find out what makes your little heart burst with mad happiness and would willingly do for free, if needed, because you really are that crazy about it. And that, my dear, will be your oh-so-great-indeed passion. Have no doubt, you’ll never be “bored” again.

Real talk, having a dream is a big deal. And unfortunately, I’ve witnessed, rarely anyone has one to begin with. They’re either more dead than the cheap skeleton I bought for Halloween or believe they have a dream, but in reality, it belongs to mom, dad, or Uncle Sammy. Listen, doing something for someone you love (my Uncle Sammy used to supply me with cold cash whenever he came around, loved that guy) is great! YET, if you’re willing to throw away your life to fulfill others’ expectations, convincing yourself it's because they love you, even when YOUR lonely heart craves bigger things than just a marketing job, then you, my friend? Are the biggest fool. Don’t get offended, we both know it, this girl needn't ramble.

Recently, my relatives were over (nope, sadly not Uncle Sammy) and my cousin and I had a chat about life (correct, I grab every opportunity to do so). It wasn't very exciting I must say, he kept staring off into the distance (I wonder why), but what he SAID is what I'll talk about. After I’d gushed about my dreams, he asked skeptically if being an influencer would still be an ambition two years from now when I graduate. I raised my eyebrows, mock hurt, like eff you son, I ain’t giving up on my dreams! But that question got me thinking.

Life is wild. Unpredictable. An unexpected call, a single person, a random BLOG POST (cough) – can turn your life upside down, sometimes in the affirmative, other times not. This variability of life isn’t uncommon, and everyone experiences some part of it– unpaid student loans, failing startups, talent and art going unnoticed in industries dominated by wealth and connections, you name it. If all of that doesn’t make you run for the Himalayas and abandon any dreams, throw in a quick side dish of dysfunctionale famiglia with a sprinkle of self-image issues.

It ain’t easy, darling. The world is one cruel headmistress; it loves slapping awake the daydreamers and wishful thinkers. That hasn't ever actually stopped the dropouts and class clowns from building castles in the air though. And the common blueprint you notice they follow? Let me introduce you to…  Madness. Obsession. Maniacal obsession, to say. (Yes, I'm done playing with my words.)

   I struggled writing this point. A pestering voice in my head kept mumbling – They'll go back to doing the same sad shit anyway. Um, does anyone even read your posts? Lol, call yourself an influencer, hun. Hesitation started creeping in. Then the irony of the situation struck me. I laughed, shook my head and got back to typing.

We ran out of juicy gossip weeks ago, so here’s your tea served cold: insecurities and self doubt WILL get in the way. That whiny voice was just a mild version of what you face when you go all in. Fear traps you in its cage, and those who prattled behind your back now progress to talking shit in your face. Criticism and self doubt resurfaces, so unless your defenses are strong, you'll be crushed. Destroyed REAL quick.

When hell breaks loose (oh honey, and it WILL), your self defense comprising of maniacal obsession must be well learnt. Let them attack, mock, heck, drag you away from the desk and hurl you at the top of a damn mountain, but you better STILL hike back down, show them the middle finger, and continue working. That's how bulletproof you've gotta be. That's how madly do you have to love your dreams. And if you really think this will be a cake walk or want to continue complaining about Stuart being born with a silver spoon, hop off the train already. Your destination isn't on the tour list.

Look, my dreams terrify me. But they certainly make me feel more alive than complying with what every parent said about getting good grades and holding together a roof on my head. My ambitions set me free, give me a reason to fucking live. And yet, every now and then, something makes me question them. A fear engulfs me, some doubter proclaims I suck, someone I love is so blinded they can't see my vision. And that's okay. My defenses are way stronger. The next day rolls round, and you'll find me hustling again, thriving again. All because I know that even if no one reads my posts (the worst case scenario, I know y'all love me lol), someday in the future, someone will. I know that even if I’m not an influencer yet, if just one reader becomes a conqueror because of my words, it would be a win. A big win. I'd have done my job. All because I’m wildly, yes maniacally, obsessed with my dreams.

So hey, cousin? This influencer thing? This will be my dream long after I've graduated. Till the day I die, and maybe even then I'll rise from my grave to give a dead pal a lively pep talk. My watchtower has just been upgraded, so thank u, next.

Takeaway: 

“General, we've arrived!” Finally! Position those cannons, Martha, let’s talk them through the defenses. All aboard? AHOY MATEY! (wait, that was one for the pirates). Step one, dare to create a dream in your mind’s eye. The bigger, the crazier, and the scarier, the better. Doesn’t matter how impossible it is, don’t care how many voice their opinion against it, just imagine, keep a million possibilities in mind.

Once you see the life you truly want (you’ll know, everything will seem to zing)— have a sip. Become OBSESSED for that life. Thirst after that vision, itch to manifest it, and pine for the satisfaction that’ll come to your soul once it’s made a reality. Fall madly in love with the process and how magical it feel when you do it. And THEN, bellow a loud war cry and charge headfirst into battle, shields held high at all the criticisms. We conquerors never cared much for them anyway.

(play ♬) Picture this: forehead stamped with beads of sweat. Calloused hands working their fingers to the bone and eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. Conjure an image where powerful beats are pulsing hard in your ears, synced with your own elevated heartbeats, and you’re thriving. Performing. Winning. Guess the secret to that? Preparation. Champions prepare. You can’t throw anything to the winds or rely on ��luck’ or chance to conquer.

Tough days are in everyone’s calendar, be it your extra cheerful neighbor, Sally, or lone wolf classmate, Derrick. We’ve all found ourselves sulking over an awful situation, scooping into mint ice cream to forget mistakes, errands, and ghosting exes. Yet guess what? The solution isn’t the proclaimed “be positive!” or “It all happens for a reason, don’t you worry” - the key is coming up with a method to dodge the discouraging effect these hiccups have on us.   

So every bad day, I bring out a mason jar containing a knot of chits and one secret letter which is, on most days, kept hidden on the top shelf of my cupboard. I make myself comfortable on the bed, read all my bits of paper carefully, including the letter addressed to yours truly, close my eyes, and mentally fight back whatever’s bringing me down.

A short while later, I get up, now a warrior, and go slay the rest of the day like it was my last one on this planet. That jar is my jar. A Conqueror’s jar. One look at those powerful reminders, and I’m grounded once again, the beast within me now unleashed to kill.

Takeaway:

Honey, go get yourself a jar. Along with some papyrus and ink. Then start jotting down. Document past victories, future visions, fears that mean zilch to the person you’re about to become, batty goals you’ve still gotta chase, reminders that the majority will never understand what it is you’re tryna do here, and how that’s perfectly alright 'cause you'll find your conquerors, your squad one day. Create your victory jar. And then go knock ‘em down dead. Bad days stand no chance against you. You’re a winner, a fucking rebel. Go take what’s yours.

Y’know, I’m perfectly aware that many muggles reading this will whine that dealing with depression ain’t no piece o’ pie and it’s hella hard to get up and take the crown when you feel like a pile of dino dung.

Stop it. Get some help. (See what I did? Like Michael- ok ok, calm thyself.) For real though, and I’m tired of repeating this with my kitten stamped microphone (but I’ll keep at it ‘cause it’s that significant) – whining is WORTHLESS. It saps up precious energy that could be used to make life a scrumptious smoothie. (Loothie? As in life + smoothie? Right, yes, I’m shutting up.)

And even THEN, we find denizens complaining about slow WiFis and thin crust pizzas and how the market’s down and the government’s incompetent. Because blabbering makes us feel important. Heard. But keeping yo’ trap shut and actually doing stuff? Hustling for your dreams when nobody’s watching? Actually walking the talk? C’mon, Emma, don't be naive, ain’t nobody getting recognition for that.

Trust me, I get it. The world is yet to become a feminist, turns out your boyfriend was cheating on you while you were looking up wedding dresses, mommy’s a drunk loser, and idiots are being voted into office. It’s a lot to handle. But thanks to our immense and ever increasing population (we folks really love our rumpy pumpy, can you tell) — there will surely be one chum, facing exactly the same misfortunes as you, but still turning up at every party and bulk-spamming his friends with puppy pictures while you sit and wail. (One Moaning Myrtle is enough, thank you very much.)

Look, I’m not undermining your worries or obstacles. I’m only reminding that you have the marvelous choice of positivity. To CHOOSE hope and a better future when others won't. To FIND (and it's always possible) something to look forward to even when the to-do’s a big snore. To KNOW, deep inside, that you're a magnificent conqueror, no matter what mess you’re in at the moment, and that the world dances to your rhythm. Realise that it's up to you to let yourself be happy. At any moment, you have the very say-so to get up and start rocking. Dumbledore said it himself, “It is our choices, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” So choose better, and you’ll unconsciously do better as well. And yes, that being said, this is the last HP reference, don't fret. Be positive instead. (Edit: Ha, look at these quips, the girl's all grown up now.)

Takeaway: 

Your new occupation is to be a sunflower. If you think back, you'll probably recall Miss Honey rattling on about phototropic movement in AP biology. No? Me neither. Point is, sunflowers always face the sun. Put them ANYWHERE, hide them in the dungeons, throw them in a trash bag and shoot it off to the moon, they’ll still turn around and face the sun. No matter what. And taking inspo from that, you too can stop scripting creative soliloquies for being depressed. Happiness is YOUR right, YOUR priority, don't let anyone take it away from you or diminish its importance. DON’T let sadness ruin your vibe, do what you've gotta do to protect yourself. Track happiness in yo’ journal, set 84 reminders on your phone, and tattoo “Long as you’re beaming up at the sun, all the shadows will be left behind” on your boobs. Do whatever, just don’t turn the corners of your mouth down. You’re so pretty this way.

The other day, I was doing the deathly Plié Alternative Heel Lifts (these names, I swear) and my legs felt dead. Gone. Put to sleep like the Wicked Witch of the East. Now obviously, the timer wasn’t not even halfway done yet, but my cheeks were already flushing red like dear Santa, and NOT because I was high on choco chip cookies. I sighed, and at that point, I was so over giving up. All this while, I’d been whining and protesting because my muscles felt sore, but in that moment, I made up my mind. I bit my lip and kept going. On and on. Keep pulsing, you got it, don't stop, was the mantra I kept chanting.

   Won’t sugarcoat it, I honestly hadn’t died this much since that time Miss Honey buried me alive with trig assignments. My legs were now basically Play-doh and I was shaking, fighting for balance. A few seconds in though, something crazy happened. My legs went numb. My grumbling mind quietened and the pain vanished. That evening, I had the upper hand, not my physical perceptions of myself. I was powerful. Flawless. (Hey Santa, do you even lift bro?) Real talk, I was in the Zone, bitches.

I’m not sure if that was the result of excessive pain or because Wonder Woman’s spirit possessed ma bod, but staying loyal to my love for metaphors, I’ll use the experience to explain what I’m tryna get at here.

   Look, here’s the real deal — if all of the greats gave up the second things got frowny, we probably would have no one to worship. Nix role models, nix inspirations, none to stalk on Insta - we’d all be bumbling about like Sad from the even sadder Emoji movie (no shade, emojis be lit).

And that'd be very sad (pun definitely intended). Hence, cue some tangible ways to boosting your grit, so that you can be your own superhero:

1) Get yo’self a goddamn motto,

2) Know your “Why,”

3) Repeat the cycle till it’s in your blood. Btw, Shawn, if you here, I’m still a single pringl—HEY PAL I SEE YOU, DON'T SCROLL.

Seriously, don't brush these prime steps aside. We're always going for the advanced modes, and deeming these basic levels a waste of time. Well guess what, compadre, YOUR LIFE IS A GODDAMN WASTE O’ TIME IF YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR BASICS RIGHT. Excuse my outburst, but listen. You can’t do a hundred bicep curls on your first workout if you haven't lifted anything more than a crisps packet. Likewise, if you simply jump into Life one day, and decide “ok, here it is, 12 habits to build, sleep schedule to fix, man to ask out, let's go,” you ain't getting nowhere, chum. Start small. Take baby steps. It's clearly not as fun (definitely negates the bragging on Facebook part of it) but it'll stick. You’ll create a consistency that not even Grandma's cake batter can achieve.

1. Talking mottos — For context, a motto that I always mutter (my mom thinks I'm cursing, oh what a bad child) every time I spill milk while making coffee is “Do more. Give more. BE more.” Not only does it help me stay right on track for the rest of the day but it helps me clean up my mess, figuratively and otherwise, or I’d just be sitting in a puddle of spilt milk, cursing adulting for real this time and with more laundry to do.

2. Why you need the Big Why — Owning up, I’m guilty of attempting to learn Welsh for less than 48 hours because I hadn't a single reason to speak the language. A similar thing happened with half of my 2018 resolutions, which had a bunch of rubbish like “Floss daily”, something my eyes got trained to skip because, um, who the hell flosses every day?

Lame humor aside, I still workout almost daily because I have my Why straight. 1) I want to feel good about my body and get closer to the confident badass I envision my future self to be, 2) I simply HAVE to sustain my health to live to build my legacy and fulfill my dreams of opening a bakery at 90 and 3) Because I’m an influencer, and want to walk my talk and be the inspiration people need. Those are the reasons as to why I turn up to my yoga mat everyday, shut my jabbering mind, and keep on pulsing. This “Why” strategy applies to everything. Wanna get outta depression? Why? Wanna lose 20 pounds? Why? Wanna listen to your dentist’s desperate pleadings and floss already? WHY EH? Unless you know your intentions, you’ll give up at the first chance you get to not act on your goals. And watch out, because there'll be a LOT of those.

For me, leaving a legacy behind means more than having a slice of cake or missing a workout because there’s a fun movie playing. Find what's important to YOU, make it your why, and go marry your goals.

3. And then, Repeat — Bear in mind, if you're not living your best life yet, there are NO weekends. NO work-shy days. No weak days, no pick-me-up days, no eat-candy-do-nothing days. Everyday is a damn Monday. EVERYDAY is life or death. Every holy day you wake up is a chance to push your limits, challenge your mindset, and see how far you can go. And every 24 hours, when the cycle starts again, it’s your mission to race to build a stronger, wiser and crazier you.

And who knows, perhaps one day, you and I will just be casually sipping tea in our dream home, laughing at how the milk is still being spilt but knowing, proudly, fiercely, that we’ve come so far, even though there’s still more left to do, more to give and so much more to be.

Takeaway: 

Quit quitting. You're, guaranteed, 20x stronger than you think. I doubted I could go through with the workout, it seemed beyond my present physical capabilities. But I did, because I treated it as life or death. Understand this, the second you start making excuses, for being depressed, for taking an unnecessary day off - you give away your power. You are a very powerful being. You're limitless, capable of everything.

I'm not throwing these words around to make you feel cute, I actually mean AND believe them. There’s so much that's been done already— the iconic four minute mile by Roger Bannister, invention of the light bulb, cars, toothpaste and other junk, people who lost both legs and climbed Mt. Everest, we sent a man to moon in frickin’ 1969 (50 YEARS ago), some ran a 26 mile marathon with zero training, love and hope is still strong in this world, oh let's also add coffee and motivational music— and YOU think you can't finish a workout or get outta depression or meet your idols or marry the man of your dreams or become the artist you wanna be? Ridiculous. Don't give away your power that easily, this ain't no charity shop.

(play ♬) Having personally dealt with unwelcome yet familiar feelings of emptiness quite often, I’ve now reached a point where each bad day is simply a reminder of how long my journey ahead is, and just how badly I want to reach my destination.

We finally near the end of this novel of a post (thanks for sticking around, bud), and my best advice would be this: Rather than wallowing in self pity and throwing one-man parties because your life is so awfully dreadful, know that even when life throws you to the floor, long as you can look up, long as you can read an entire book about defeating depression (cough)– you can GET UP too. Let those emotions of sorrow and frustration blaze up into a roaring, crackling fire that doesn’t consume you, but instead, urges you, fuels you.

Lately, no matter how much shit I go through, how many arguments I tumble into, or how barren my dreams look sometimes, I don’t break down. And no, it wasn't always like this. I never even had aspirations to name two years ago. Six months back, it had become a night routine to cry. Not anymore.

Now, every setback and every failure only pushes me to be stronger and give more than I ever gave. The day I made the decision to Conquer (truly, madly, deeply, with all of my heart) was also the day I said a big, loud ‘fuck you’ to every resistance that was to cross my path. I had finally understood that life was nothing but a battle of WILLS, that it was all in or nothing, and I made up my mind once and for all to NEVER give in to depression, or to society, or to anyone who tells me I cannot make it.

I had conquered depression. There was no looking back now.

Takeaway: 

Here’s something no one will tell you: the key to bringing depression to its knees is seeing it positively. Pretend that it's a friend continuously sending strong, aggressive signals urging you to be happy. And what do you do when a caring friend throws some holy light? You listen, push past your ego, and follow accordingly.

And if that parallel seems unconvincing, here's another one (sup, DJ Khaled. This post is turning musical, sorry): it's scared of you. Depression is scared shit of you. Y'know how bullies are, right? Majorly insecure, self-loathing too perhaps, hardly fans of self love, and always trying to numb all that subconscious pain by inflicting pain on others. Depression has the same instruction manual. Your fears and doubts are your (pathetic) bullies, and depression is the big ol’ crony who does the dirty work for 'em.

Whenever you decide shit this is it, I'm going for it, they go paranoid and try stopping you because they've seen no better. And if they succeed, BOOM, you're depressed, paralyzed, your qualms reigning over you again. Don't let them in. I'll say it a thousand times if I gotta because I want (HAVE) to see you conquer – you're so much stronger than you think you are. You can do so much more than you think. It's all in your head! Don't just sit there, click away, and go back to living a sad life. You’re better than that. DO better than that. You’re meant to freaking CONQUER, straight-up dominate, my pal. Pay heed to that voice craving freedom. You got this. And you better know it.

One thing’s fixed like the (beloved by all) proportionality constants in Physics, you will come across depressing mornings and sluggish evenings even in the future. I assure you. Lots o’ bad hair days in the calendar, sis. But here's what you’ll do: you'll deactivate the miserable thoughts, keep a cool head, remind yourself that this is yet another test (better, rap your new mantra) and USE that hurt, pain, and anger to create a fervor and passion that wreaks havoc on its obstacles and drives you to accomplish EVERYTHING you've ever wanted to do. The easy choice would be to just give up, bellyache about the situation, and want sympathy for your worries. Yet, what you'll never do is… exactly that.

Rule 1) NEVER give up. Stand your ground. Have faith in your strength. Know that you'll have your way soon enough anyway. Rule 2) NEVER complain. All it does is drain your energy, that precious fire you could to high jump your way into the clouds. Makes you a pathetic wimp too, definitely not something you want on a warrior’s resume. Lastly, Rule 3) NEVER seek validation. From anyone. It sure feels nice to be acknowledged and encouraged, but grasp this— this is your journey. YOUR life and YOUR vision. Validation won't get you anywhere, for there'll never be enough of it.

Cuz Marty, if you're tryna bring something new, different, and authentic into this world – you'll most likely be hated on badly, before you'll be loved madly (hi, me a rapper). Learn to invite hate instead—IMPORTANT: hate from others, not yourself. Sounds counterintuitive, but this is the real tea: hate is good. It means you're standing up for something, refusing to fit like a puzzle piece in society, and being UNAPOLOGETICALLY yourself. And it’s certainly a sign that you’re on the right path if you can ignore that hate and stick your tongue out at it.  

Yet another reason to never seek validation is simply this: you have to fight for yourself. In order to meet your own expectations, reach the doorstep of the best version of you, and transform this world, you'll have to go wildly IN. Toil and hammer away. Shut out all the haters and non-believers, listening only to your gut. Importantly, learn to accept the rejection slips, validating yourself not with what Molly says about it being okay, but with the reminder that your time is coming soon. Depend on yourself. Validation will NEVER be enough.

I get it, it's a lot of homework, but perhaps you already realize that it’s THIS work that'll change your life forever. Not “how to not procrastinate, Jesus take the wheel” or “HELLO, life's a mess so here are ten things to do (you won't believe number four!)”. Clickbaits don't work, stop believing that a fancy planner is going to be your savior. There is no rule to making your life a masterpiece. You'll have to get to know yourself and your dreams (journaling, meditation, silent pondering), build the work ethics and the mentality needed (lots of work in this one, yet no strict framework to go about it) and GET GOING.

AND with that firework, I'll begin to slip away now. Again, I won’t say it’s easy, that’s cock and bull. Life’s no fairytale. You will never feel ready to start bringing your dreams to fruition. But, my darling (I’m being so nice yo, follow me), you must. You must force yourself to work for the future you want till it becomes a habit, an obsession. The world badly needs heroes; confident people who can stand for themselves so that others can stare at first, maybe even hate a little, but then follow because they seem unstoppable and are, truthfully, having the most fun at life. YOU'RE one of them. No validation, just plain facts.

You see, conquering is a LOT of blood and sweat (K-pop, anyone? BTS? Lmao, this is me tryna clickbait y'all to read). Even getting up will seem huge when you're just starting out, and this is one long road, dear pal. Still then, I have enough faith in you to hope you don't give into your fears, I hope you willingly chase discomfort, and I hope you find the courage to do all that you want to do, while that heart's still beating.

I hope you conquer. I'll do too, and I'd really like to see some familiar faces during the ride.

Peace, amigo.

A loud ass A/N: And now, we come the most important part of this post. WAKE UP Luke, stop snoring, and take some notes. Remember kids, I won't accept anything but an A.

   If you couldn’t identify yourself throughout this post and currently are scoffing like um woman, that's not really why I'm depressed, hang in there a sec. Yes, you can stop singing It Ain’t Me now. You've a very nice voice by the way.

I'm not a doctor, and I don't have enough exposure to know why so many earthlings are depressed today. HOWEVER, by talking to many, following their stories, watching and reading stuff – I do know with firm conviction that a majority suffers from severe unfulfillment. Don't believe me? A study shows 85% of the working class worldwide hate their jobs. Do you realize what that actually means? EIGHTY-FIVE PERCENT of the THREE BILLION PEOPLE employed today, hate being employed in the first place! They do it for prime survival, to sustain themselves. And that's just jobs. I won't scare you, but 50% (yes, HALF, you heard that right) of students HATE going to school. Kids waste SEVEN hours of their life every day going somewhere they dislike, doing something they hate. Who's singing now?

People find themselves trapped in golden handcuffs, taking the paycheck despite the passionless job. They push aside the art and business they love, to become a slave of good ol’ cash. Several surround themselves with negativity and get frustrated when unable to escape the choking (no, not THAT kind again, hello someone pour holy water over this post) atmosphere. An innumerable are forced into taking up courses that they don't care about under parental pressure. The reasons are endless, and I don't think I'll amuse myself listing all the sad excuses.

This has always been the story. Hundreds of influencers have preached the same words I’m tryna put into your head here and you’ll yourself say you’ve heard this a million times. YET, you’re dissatisfied. YET, you feel like crap everyday, feeding yourself the same lie that the next day will be better, that you’ll get up tomorrow– while you let life beat the shit out of you.

That’s why, all of my words, everything you’ve read today - all of that boils down to just one single question. A difficult but necessary choice. Will you let this happen to YOU? Will you, seriously, even after this wild ride together, go back to doing nothing and being nothing? Will you, for real, continue deceiving yourself, sacrifice your happiness for the sake of pleasing everyone else, and remain a statistic on a website?

   (play ♬) If you’re not sure of your answer, read: Look, making you feel guilty is not my intention, because that’s not how this works. I need you to understand instead. Guilt wears off, it’s only understanding that brings about change. So, just for old times’ sake, I’ll rant a bit more (ik, just can’t seem to leave y’all).

You’re so, so young right now. More than half of your life is yet to be experienced. None of this probably makes much impact right now but it will the day you die. Remember, on your deathbed, you won't EVER look back and say, “Damn, wish I'd spent more time at the office. Saved up just one more dollar. Could’ve got that promotion before Amy.” Nay, it won’t even be on the calendar. That day, one foot in the grave, you'll reflect and wonder why the heck you didn’t let yourself be happier. Why you took up that lacklustre, soul-sucking architect job when all you've ever wanted to do is keep laughing. Why you didn't ask your crush out, why you were so afraid to walk up to that audition, because dammit, you could’ve been running your own comedy show by now. Why you dragged around a karaoke machine all this time instead of singing your own song. Why you couldn’t love yourself. Why you submitted. Why.

And the moment you realize that you hadn't lived a life for you, you’ll be crushed. Broken. The arthritis in your grannie joints won't even compare and neither will the mild dissatisfaction you’re feeling right now. Those whys will haunt you, they'll terrorize you, break you. It'll hurt tremendously to know that there isn't a single thing in your long life that you could call completely your own.

 With every death today so many dreams are left unachieved, crazy things left unchecked on the bucket list, and unique potential left unexpressed.

DON'T let that be you. Please. I'm still a mess myself, struggling to reach class on time and studying subjects that aren't exactly fun, when all I want to do is create content (read: fireworks) that is at a level of insanity, influence folks to do better, hold crazy world tours and meet-and-greets to give hugs, and get an adorable puppy so I can create a dogstagram (yes, I'm that mom). Sure, I could declare it's too hard, hang onto small-minded and negative people who whine endlessly, and follow the crowd, getting lost in it, with ease.

But I won’t because I can’t take the burden of those regrets. That painful unrest and discontent that nothing could cure, not drugs, alcohol, buddies, not even true love. For then I’d be just another drone, my controller in the hands of society, forcing me to see the world through its eyes. I can’t give in because I’m scared, terrified even, of wasting away this one life doing the bidding of others- folks who won't even notice when I’m gone.

It’s easy to be depressed and crib your entire life. It’s easy to think you’re worthless and that trying is pointless since nothing ever goes your way.

But perhaps, if you rise, if you simply DECIDE to have the audacity to fight for what you believe in, if you work and focus on becoming better, things will go your way. Life will bend to you, in awe, at your incredible relentlessness. Life will take one look at you, wonder who the fuck is this person? How the fuck are they so incapable of giving up? And back right away. And then perhaps, life will be such a blast for you that depression would become the past you never had.

   I know you can get there, conqueror. It’s time you knew it too.

🌚🌝 Further reading? 🌝🌚

Last Post :— How To Get Back Into The Creative Process – For you, if you're in a creative rut. Get outta it and go create magic!

5 Reasons Why You're Unhappy — To help you identify & cut out CURRENT sources of sadness so that you can spice up yo’ life with some happiness instead. Definitely recommend reading AND implementing.

The Bubble Trap & How To Get Out Of It — One of my classics. Everyone is in one of these 'bubbles’ till they consciously do something about it; that's just how it is. Are you still in one? (Someone teach me marketing, lmao.)

The 5 Biggest Regrets of The Dying (from Greatist) — I LOVED reading this. Pretty much all you need to cut the crap and do meaningful stuff. Read it, memorize it, work it.

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And that was it, it's a wrap! Martha, shut the cams, Henry, pause the audio, and Nandita, I know you're pretending to be deaf, but Mom's yelling something about doing the dishes. Better skip along.

And you, fellow conqueror? Keep slaying life, doing the work and making it count. I hope you're well, stay strong and go conquer life. ✧

I'm sending you so much love, see you soon.

— Nandini 💌 (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

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Costume Quest Season One Part Two

A few days have passed since the rest of Costume Quest season one dropped, but I’ll stick to the Spoiler routine just in case. 

Brief non-spoiler thoughts. Wow, this was good. They didn’t do a couple of things I thought they would, they did do a couple of things I thought they would, but in ways I didn’t expect that were ten times better. And I got at least one thing spot on. 

Anyway, the rest below the cut off.

Oh, wow did that get epic. I admit it started off a bit week and there were some odd things I didn’t quite get behind. Since when does the president of a candy factory run a town? Okay yeah, Auburn Hollow is literally a factory town, but I’m pretty sure they would elect a mayor and city council at some point. Also, since when is a company president chosen in a public election? I get that they needed to put the nougat supply in Bob’s hands, but yeesh. Anyway from here on episode by episode.

Breaker/Breaker:

Yeah, the plots for this one and Factory Tour were spoiled by IMDB. Still, nice to see how they played out. I like to see Everette getting super serious about his dad. This does lead to the lead to the standard-issue with shapeshifters becoming, vehicles, though. Um, you do realize you’re riding inside someone's body, right? 

 Also, since when do people get seasonal allergies for a day or two at most? Okay, Nougat is a mineral that can be processed into candy. Okay, fine. But, now it’s also a crystal that can reflect sunlight and make a rainbow? Look, can we just pick a method of making science cry and stick to it, please?

Factory Tour:

Yeah, IMDB spoiled Oona as the dragon, but it was still nice to see her in action. It was also nice seeing Wren get a taste of humble pie. Hmm, you know Ren, maybe the hundred plus-year-old monster hunter who can become a dragon doesn’t need your help? Just a thought.

Stuck in the Middle with Toots:

Sigh, yeah I know Wren had to learn not to put too much faith in idols. But, I was really pulling for Rudy to be a decent person, here. It’s not to see Wren give someone the benefit of the doubt, even though it came back to bite her in the end. 

Scout’s Honour:

What...was this? We see Reynold’s role as secret-keeper wear on him and Norm cover for him, okay, that’s fine. But, Reynold retreats to the history wing of the factory again? I thought we covered this, already. Plus Scout just comes out of nowhere. And we’re stuck with a cliche plot about someone making a friend, only to have the friend betray them the first time an opportunity comes along. Scout’s design was nice though, gave me an old school Real Monsters! vibe with the foot hands. 

 But, am I the only one thinking Reynold dumping her on an island was massively out of character for him? Okay, yeah desperation moment, but still. Though the woman’s reaction to Reynold and Scout in the bathroom was priceless. Also, good call going with healthy snacks, Reynold. Especially since everyone’s been binging on nougat for the whole show.

Schmooz Cruise:

Okay, I’ll just say it. I thought this was going to be Lucy’s mom going on a singles cruise and Lucy getting jealous. Turns out it was Everette getting jealous of Benji. It’s a nice Iron that Everette, who is the tallest of the four, is also the most prone to act childish. And it’s nice to see him start to grow out of it. Also, I was wondering when that girl was gonna show up, I mean she’s in the opening credits. Hey, Lucy gets in on the crossplay with Wren. And she makes a fine pirate, though it looks like the Gorton’s Fisherman has let himself go a bit. :) And is it me, or is Reynold having far to much fun with that merman costume.

Perfect Vision:

I had no idea what to expect with this one going on. Nice to see the kids getting creative with the costumes to campaign for Oona. But, then we go into another cliche plot, this time someone having a vision and becoming paranoid about it. Someone should have told Lucy you can’t force fate.

A couple quick points. We got a tease of Lucy’s mom being a monster. And it’s nice to see that Lucy would be cool with it. Though we get some foreshadowing with Ren’s attitude. And did Lucy not catch Wren threatening her mom, or is Lucy just used to Wren? How the heck does an ice cream give itself brain freeze? And Wren plays up the stereotype that geese are evil. Also nice to see those two monsters again. They seem to be a bit of a couple, which is an unexpected bit of character growth.

Dragon’s and Dry-cleaners:

Once again, Wren’s recklessness comes to bite her. And we finally get Oona’s personality as a jaded loner who doesn’t think she needs anybody. I really thought Wren was going to learn a lesson here, but no. That was saved for later on. Still, cool fight scene. 

In the mouth of Badness:

Buckle up, kids, here we go. The rest of the episodes are a straight shot to the finale. They almost pull a 24 here. It’s such a shame that it had to start on a sunch a mediocre note. I mean seriously, an eating contest? It was basically an excuse to resolve Scout’s plot, but at least it’s nice to see that Bob can be too arrogant for his own good. But, the main fight, inside of Bob’s mouth? I mean just why? That was some major cringe material, especially for people who are allergic to bee stings.

Deal With It:

And this gets real, quick Nice touch calling back to the Fun Room. I knew Ren using the doggy door would bite her eventually. It’s nice to see Norm step up and get active, though he’s not really good at it, or making deals to help people. 

And the secret is blown, in the worst, way possible. I honestly wonder what Reynold was thinking in that moment. Not hard to know what Wren was thinking. But, it’s nice to see that Everette and Lucy were willing to be reasonable. And really nice to see Norm get some action. Speaking of action...

Sibling Showdown:

I felt fairly cathartic when I read the title of this one. I knew Wren’s bossy, aggressive, attitude would push Reynold too far at some point. And it’s nice to see Reynold actually hold his own, here. He may not be all that good with the physical stuff, he’s been living with Wren his whole life, he knows what buttons to push. Sadly, I thought the two would hug it out here. I should have known Wren could never let something go so easy.

What about Norm?:

But, it did lead to this nice episode. Wren starts off in practically a berserker rage. I love that that had to dump her in the fun room just to get her to listen. So now we get Norm’s backstory. It’s nice seeing the original four kids, again. But, really, Oona’s the only one we get to see out of costume? I know budget limits and all, but would it have killed you to at least give us a glimpse of the other three? Man, Norm had a harsh life. And if people didn’t hate Bob before, they do now. Also only Oona gets pissed at Norm, the other three see angry Oona and just nope out of the whole thing. Honestly, both Wren and Oona give me a bit of a Lucy vibe. I just wonder if that was intentional. And Lucy finally realizes how dumb she was being. It’s nice to see them make up and also nice to see Wren’s tantrum come back to bite her. “Uh, where’s Reynold?” “Oh, crap.”

O Grubbin, Where Art Though:

Not that Reynold needed any help. I admit I thought Lucy would use her Edit form to start a grubbin uprising, but no, leave it to Reynold to think his way out of a problem. The two monsters Lucy made friends with are back and Oona finally starts to thaw a bit. Nice to see Rudy get a big damned heroes moment, even if it did get him grubbinized. And it’s especially nice to see Reynold throw Bob’s arrogance back in his face. But, this is only the wind-up to the final act...

All Hallow’s Eve:

Hoo boy, did they pull out all the stops? Wren learned that you shouldn’t put your faith in idols, but she also learns that sometimes people can surprise you. And the kids left their best battle costumes home. Hey, at least this way it gives them time to spend a few moments with their parents and Oona and Norm a chance to settle things. I pretty much knew Oona was going to be the friend Norm lost. But it’s still touching to realize that Oona never forgot Norm, even if she never forgave him.

Okay, brief quality time moments. Wren and Reynold carving a pumpkin together. Wren could never quite spit out an I’m sorry, but in the end she didn’t need to. Reynold gets her. Also nice to see the mom warning about no fighting and the twins looking very sheepish. If she only knew.

Nice to see that Everette has gotten over Benji’s girlfriend. And it also shows that Benji hasn’t grown up too much, while Everette has grown up just enough. I Wonder if that Masked Rider costume is going lead into anything?

And now my favorite moment of the whole episode, maybe the whole series. Lucy and her mom sit down and hash things out. And Lucy reveals all. The mom just thinks she’s playing pretend of course, right up until Lucy turns into Edit. Yeah, there’s no real arguing with that. Also, Lucy just turned into a monster and told her mom she and her friends are going to battle monsters for the fate of the entire world and the mom’s immediate response is, you know it’s getting chilly out, maybe take a jacket? It’s not as bad as it seems. The mom just had a traffic jam in her head at that moment and that happened to be the first thing that worked itself loose. I just wish we could have seen the talk they had later.

And factory Brawl! In this corner, four kids, an old woman with magic costumes and a friendly monster with a lot of determination. And in this corner, a factory load of monsters with an unlimited supply of power-ups. Even though it was obvious this wouldn’t go anywhere, it was still cool as hell.

Also, stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself! That gag will never get old. It looks like Oona was doing a little prep work. And Norm finally gets to follow in father’s footsteps with the portal juice.  Also, wren taking a page from Reynold’s book and using her head, nice touch.

 And Rudy pulls a double, shutting off his own movie premier and rallying the kids to the amusement park. Of course, Wren points out they don’t have a bunch of magic costumes for them. But, then Lucy remembers Mr. Elephant. Now, I thought they would go giant robot, here. But, they did one much better. Turning the park rides into king-kong sized versions of the original costumes, much cooler. Is it me, or did Bob kinda go down like a chump a little bit? He got in a little defense, but not a whole lot of offense. Still, it was the culmination of the kids working together and Bob’s arrogance getting the better of him. Anyone else think the portals weren’t open for very long? How are they supposed to organize an invasion when they have access to their reinforcements for an hour tops?

And a new day dawns. Nice to see everybody getting on with life. Oona and Norm in the factory, the kids commenting on the cool monster fight. And Rudy and the other two Grubbins are still around. Can that blonde kid ever catch a break?

Wow, this was epic But, there’s something I’ve got to wonder. Lucy told her mom the truth and proved it. A theater full of kids and at least one teenager participated in a giant monster fight. And pretty much half the town saw four park rides get up and beat down a giant monster. So, is the lid off at this point? I mean it’s going to take some CIA level covering up to put this genie back in the bottle. Also, are Wren, Reynold, Everette, and Benji going to have conversations of their own with their parents? 

Well, that’s all for now. Looking forward to Heroes on Holiday next month. Now I know it’s a Christmas special, which are usually standalone stories because networks usually play them at holiday time instead of the regular rotation.

But, this is Amazon Prime and that rule doesn’t apply anymore. It could be a standalone story, or it could follow up on All Hallow’s Eve. And this a possibility it could do more. 

Now, I know that this is a totally different continuity from the games, but still my mind goes to three words. Grubbins on Ice. An expansion of the first game that is set at Christmas time and sees the kids dragged to Repugia. I don’t know if Costume Quest has earned a second season, or not. But, it makes you think. It’s awfully convenient they picked a Christmas special. Anyway, if there is a season two I just hope we don’t have to sit around and wait seven months for the second half. That did not work, at all!

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What I`ve Learned From Years Of Seeing Psychics

I'm type of addicted to psychics. Sort of. My very first experience with an instinctive person remained in New york city City.

It was the summer after my sophomore year in college and I was interning at a large ad agency right in midtown Manhattan.

I hadn't yet turned 20 as well as my life up till that point had actually teemed with questions as well as pain. I was still in the throes of an eating problem that occupied much of my interest, the remainder of my focus committed in the direction of the regular clumsiness of figuring out that you are.

I was standing outside a delicatessens that afternoon, waiting for a fellow trainee to obtain his lunch, when a petite brunette woman approached me. She had an equivalent accent and also stated quietly, 'You. You are confused and feeling shed now, yes?'

I looked around me, the busy lunchtime crowd bumping into my back as well as shoulders as I stalled on the cement sidewalk.

' Are you chatting to me?' I asked.

She inched up to me so closely it was practically as though she will take my hand. She appeared meek, yet apparently check out individuals fairly well, for she targeted me that day and after that brought me up a side alley staircase to a run down home, where she assured me that I would certainly have my future told.

My intern friend Jordi included me. Born as well as raised in Jersey, he had a somewhat more sensible sense regarding just what was occurring, but figured he would indulge me as well as it would simply be our home entertainment for the day.

When we left of the psychic lair right into the bright August humidity, Jordi asked exactly what I thought of the reading.

' It was so exact!' I gushed, delighted that she welcomed me to find back with more money later on that day, so she can clear out all my family members's karma. I seriously wanted the disorder from my childhood years to disappear and this woman assured she could do it.

' Truly?' claimed Jordi. 'Because a great deal of exactly what she stated was so general, it can put on me, also.'

That needs to've been my first indicator that points were askew, yet I was blinded by hope. I returned without him, hundreds of dollars in hand, a big deal for a depriving intern in New York. Something in my digestive tract told me it had not been right, yet I created ahead.

Luckily, I later informed my close friends exactly what I had actually done and they snapped on my behalf, returning with me to the psychic again to demand my cash back. (She returned a lot of it.)

Fast forward years later on. Binge-purge syndrome was still in my midst, broken partnerships with moms and dads and also considerable others, and a pressing drive for an effective job.

' Perfectionism' was a euphemism for how I approached life. I found myself in Shanghai as an editor of the leading English-language publication, yet also at the cheapest factor of my life.

In search of more assistance and confidence, I asked an associate of mine to take me to one of the Chinese psychics I had listened to a lot about.

Tracy stayed in the space with me, helping me equate Mandarin chinese right into English. When we were with, it resembled remembrance, where she resembled Jordi's belief from years earlier regarding exactly how generalised the forecasts were.

All I took away was that the user-friendly claimed, 'Every little thing will certainly be gold, other than for your love life." Her clanging words became a self-fulfilling prediction for the following seven years.

When I returned from China, I participated in an intensive outpatient consuming disorder program. As I ultimately faced much of my past, it broke the ice to explore my future.

Little-by-little, I was returning back to facility. I additionally discovered my method back to yoga, a technique I had actually excitedly left for a bend below exposed an additional layer of skin as well as a quiet minute there motivated worry instead of peace.

Bringing my hands to my heart hurt to see exactly how much I had dropped, relocating through effective techniques reiterated exactly how devoted I had to be in order for things to enhance, often, it was actually just hard to see just how much I had come, since I maintained satisfying the reality time and again that I was undoubtedly a lot more worried of my prospective than my inadequacies.

Finding yoga likewise reintroduced me to a sense of spirituality I had actually forgotten given that I was young. It had not been that my household was spiritual, it was that I knew at an early age that there was a pressure more than myself out there.

After eating disorder treatment, I made my method to the lovely North County San Diego coastline, which additionally happened to be a hub of a growing spiritual revolution. I currently live a brief bike trip away from stunning reflection gardens at the Self-Realization Fellowship that Yogananda created years earlier. As well as, I really felt more certain to go after an imagine becoming a yoga exercise instructor as well as a Reiki practitioner.

Now, I much more frequently went across paths with esoteric experts, user-friendly therapists, Tarot card visitors, and psychics. By combining my love for writing as well as wellness, I lately spoke with Sanjeev Verma, a male renowned for his Vedic astrology analyses as well as mentors on Hindu mysticism at the Chopra Center. He supplied to read my birth chart, to which I easily agreed.

' You remain in the middle of a step today, yes?' he asked.

I laughed, attested his concern, as well as paid attention as he continuouslied reveal my present, past, and events ahead. As he did so, I might tell that acquainted need-to-know approach till I was asking numerous concerns that it was Sanjeev's rely on chuckle.

' You recognize, Judy,' he swiftly admonished, 'in some cases it excels to stay in the mystery. We are not implied to recognize every little thing.'

And he's ideal. With reflection, writing, Reiki, yoga exercise, and also the easy art of having enjoyable in nature, I have discovered that part of one of the most stunning wonder in life is that we in fact do unknown how it will all end up. This concept no much longer frightens me, since now I have a voice.

I have a warrior within. I have spirit stamina. And I have actually learned that it's all concerning viewpoint in the long run-- things will unavoidably take place, however it depends on us how we choose the best ways to see them, just how we react to them, how we expand from them.

Those experiences in my past that triggered me to so excitedly seek reassurance from others were in fact just what attracted out my inner light. With difficulties and also broken hearts, I concerned trust my very own intuition and fully recognize that the Cosmos has actually indeed constantly been on my side, also when I could not notice it at the time.

By totally living the concerns, I currently discover my way into solutions that affirm a deep love for myself. And also, when I dive right into the unidentified with an open heart, I simply see them as possibilities to exercise my belief. As the Zen stating goes, 'Leap and also the internet will show up.' Now, I do not need a psychic to inform me that.

#daily meditation #meditation #spiritual #yoga

[themjinterviews-blog]

42. If he was poisoned it would have shown up in the Coroner's report.📋

state your name Jaye.

go to the nearest window and look out it. Go on!!! I don’t need to. I know what’s out there…the neighbor's houses.

are there any people out there?? I didn’t get up and look. However, it’s time for the morning commute and school so there’s bound to be various individuals out there.

do you have any interesting plans for today? Working at the diner doesn’t qualify as interesting, I don’t think.

what perfume do you use the most? Some spray I got at Khols. I used to always buy Juicy…too broke now.

what is the most extreme weather your area has ever experienced? We have really massive dust storms called Haboobs.

is there anything you plan on watching on TV today? No, just my usual HULU binges. It’s either Jokers or SVU usually.

are there any broken appliances in your house? It’s not our house, but their washer is broken. Which makes laundry a bitch.

what colour is the lampshade in the room you're in? No lampshades. Just ceiling fan.

at school, what is/was your worst area in maths? All of maths was my worst area in maths. Math was pretty much unofficial art/creative writing class. I just doodled and wrote Harry Potter fanfiction.

have jevovahs witnessess ever called to your door? Sort of. They knew my mom from physical therapy and wanted to talk to her about other stuff that had nothing to do with Jehovah’s Witnesses.

what about travellors? (gypsies) No, I didn’t know they were a door to door kind of folk.

do you say 'hello' to people you pass on the street? Sometimes.

how is your posture right now? Shitty.

do you ever throw money in those 'wishing' wells? Sometimes.

ever take money out of them?? Of course…How the fuck do you think I pay my phone bill?

how long would it take you to walk to the nearest shop? Half hour?

when was the last time you went to mass/church? Super long time ago.

do you live in a rural or residential area? It’s pretty rural. But there are developments and a Wal-Mart so…not total bumblefuck.

are there any people in your area that are kinda odd? We're all odd. I’m assuming there are odd people here, too..

are you well known by people in your area? No. Just moved here. I know nobody.

what is the picture on the desktop on the computer you're using? Not on a computer.

have you ever crossed the street to avoid seeing someone? Either street or hallway or what not, but yeah.

have you ever heard someone bitching about you? Probably.

what would you do if you did hear someone bitching about you? I’d ask if they were aware I can hear them then go back to doing whatever I was doing.

do you believe the rumours that lady gaga ain't no lady? First off, Lady Gaga is awesome. I have no reason to think she’s a dude but even if she were, good for you bro!

do you care either way?^ Nope. She could be a Walrus and I’d still like her.

do you use public transport often? There isn’t any in our town. It’s kinda rural.

do you know what a 'spindle fibre' is? Definitely not.

don't you just hate when people hand you out leaflets on the street? It’s kind of a waste of paper, I guess.

have you ever had your future told? Nope. That’s not a real thing.

do you 'spit on it', to seal a deal? Ugh, why would I…? I’m not a 1st grade boy.

What do you do to try and get a guy/girl's attention? Well, I don’t cause I’ve got a man…but I suppose in the past, I’d just try to be clever and offbeat.

do you ever get asked for ID when you go out? Yeah, occasionally. I don’t go to clubs really, but buying cigs or wine at the store, sure.

do you think the bad auditionee's on american idol are too stupid to be believable? Who knows. Some are probably a stretch.

have you heard of that show 'glee'? Yeah. Haven’t seen it though.

have you ever seen a drunk guy ask a tree for a lighter? No…so oddly specific.

have you ever done something humiliating whilst drunk? Certainly.

do you even drink alcohol? Sometimes. I go through phases.

name one stereotype you think is totally untrue: Most stereotypes are totally untrue.

have you ever told a guy you were a lesbian to get him to leave you alone? No. But I have when asked my name on occasion; turned to the guy, firmly shook his hand and said “my name’s Kevin” in a super deep voice.

or are you actually a lesbian? I’m neither a lesbian or a male named Kevin.

have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? My bf has had it before, but no.

if so, have you had any scary hallucinations? I’ve had hallucinations before…just not related to sleep paralysis.

do you believe in ghosts? Not particularly.

would you ever stay overnight in a haunted house? If there were Wifi…or at the very least, a regular cable t.v. SVU marathon.

is there anything irritating you right now? Not yet anyway haha.

are there any musical instruments in the room you're in? My harmonica is probably here somewhere.

have you had a swine flu vaccination yet? Ummm. Don’t think that’s a relevant thing anymore.

when was the last time you had an injection? what for? I have no idea.

do you ever feel like you are under constant observation? In a way. The couple we live with are friends of ours but there’s always something…don’t leave this out, stop doing it like this, you can’t do that…etc. & It’s their house so I’m not mad or anything, but I do occasionally feel under constant observation.

is there anything you cannot wait to be over? Nope.

how many guy's/girls have you kissed? A socially acceptable amount, I think.

would you prefer to buy new shoes, or a new book? Fuck. Those are my two shopping Achilles Heels…all time favorite things to shop for aside from office/craft supplies.

do you have any enemies? I don’t consider anybody my enemy. I’d hope nobody considers me one of theirs, in return, but who knows.

are there any new bands that your loving lately? Alan Walker.

if you could go to any country right now, which would it be? An island country. I want some ocean vibes.

what was the last thing you had done at the dentist? Been avoiding that motherfucker for years. Beats me.

do you scrunch your face up when eating sour things?. Maybe. Not usually paying attention.

how many bars/pubs are in your town? We just moved here…I’ve seen 2 or 3 but have no idea if they’re still in business.

Any last words? Blehhh, nope.

#survey #about me #zebra #teriyaki

[purplesurveys]

358

In the last year, have you...

Moved: No, I’ve lived in the same house for about a decade. Started a new job:  Nope, and I don’t exactly plan to do so until after I graduate. Traveled to another country: Nah, not this year. Traveled to another continent: Most definitely not lmao, if ^ that’s already a no. Eaten sushi: So many times, my dude. Gab and I had sushi for our anniversary.

Been drunk: Yep. As recently as last Saturday. Been high: Never plan to. Been to the dentist: At the start of the year I think. We always get our teeth checked once a year. Bought a new car: Nah, still using my usual one and I never want to trade it for something else, at least while I’m still in college. Had a broken heart: Uh, sure. It sounds cheesy but yeah I’ve felt hurt here and there. Spent over $1,000 in one day: I’ve never even held that much money. Maybe my parents did this, but I haven’t. Kissed a stranger: As a demisexual, the prospect is terrifying. Haven’t done this. Finished a jigsaw puzzle: I don’t think I got to play with puzzles this year. Cooked or baked something from scratch: Yes!!! I’m glad to say I baked something this year! Angela, Hans, Rap, and I spontaneously decided to bake chocolate chip cookies when classes got suspended halfway through the day because of an incoming typhoon. Started a new relationship: No, still in the same relationship as I’ve been in in the last two years. Broken up with someone: Nope. Been broken up with: Nope. Been in the same relationship you were in last year: There we go. Explored a large city: I guess, in the few moments that I had the time. Been to a wedding: No but my mom was invited to a couple this year. I miss going to weddings :( Been to a funeral: Thankfully not. Been to a baby shower: I don’t think so, not this year. Held a baby: Earlier in the year. Angela’s mom (who works as a pediatrician) threw a party and some of her patients and their kids were invited, and one of the kids was a really chubby baby girl that I couldn’t help but hold. Seen a therapist: No, I’ve been putting it off for the longest time. Bought new furniture: My mom’s in charge of that, not me, so no. Made new friends: Sure, you always meet some new people in college. This year it was most notably new recruits in my org, like Tina and Kezhia. Called in sick to work/school: Haven’t we all... Deleted a social media account: I didn’t delete, just deactivate. I’m doing a massive social media detox this Christmas break because everyone’s happy and family-centric posts make me sicker this time of the year. Started a new hobby: Coloring came to me as an impulse hobby last month as Christmas had been approaching, and while I feel sad about flushing so much money in one go over coloring books and supplies, I’m still happy I made an active effort to look out for myself this year. This hobby’s a blassssssst so far. Met a famous person: I don’t think so, if I remember correctly haha. I was like 10 feet away from Paramore but I was too scared to volunteer myself for Misery Business. Went to a concert: I DID!!! I saw Paramore for the second time!!!!!! August 23rd. BEST night of my life, even if I went alone. I don’t know if I ever reported that here but the experience was amaaaaaazing. Best band ever. Traveled via train: The railway system in the Philippines is shit. No way am I voluntarily riding a train. Traveled via airplane: Yes, I went to Bataan over the Holy Week. Been on a road trip: Yes, my dad loves doing road trips so whenever he’s home, we do 1-3 of them. I also did a road trip with just Gab and I when we went to Nasugbu for my birthday. Donated to charity: Not really for charity since they’re sometimes sketchy, but I regularly give money and food to homeless people who knock on my window when I’m stuck in traffic. Been to a country club: Yeah, a few months ago. Went swimming: Many times. The weather this year was not exactly the most convenient, so we went to a LOT of beaches to cool down. Went surfing: Nah, I’m too afraid to try. My sister and parents have had a few lessons but my balance is mostly off haha. Went hiking: NOOOOOOOO UGH I miss hiking! I wish I’d get to do it next year. Had a gym membership: I don’t think I need one, so no I’ve never tried to apply for a membership. Had an argument with a friend: I mean, just with Gabie. I never had an argument with any of my other friends. Had a family reunion: Yeah...dad’s side. It was huge, we rented out a small hotel for it cos literally everyone from my paternal grandmother’s side was there. I was mostly stoked about the food and the couple of dogs that my relatives brought. Went for a walk in a park: This country doesn’t prioritize and maintain their parks, a damn shame. We go for walks at the mall - that’s more of the culture here. Been in the hospital: If I remember correctly, no. Attended a professional sporting event: No. The UAAP (our version of the NCAA) season this year was CRRRRAZY good though, but I never got to get tickets because acads consumed me throughout the semester. Earned a new degree or diploma: I’m in the process of getting one, but no I didn’t earn it this year. Been to a museum: I went back to Pinto this year with Aya, Laurice, Jo, Jum, and Luisa then had a drink atop Antipolo after. Been to an art gallery: Numerous ones with Gab. They pop up every now and then at the mall and we always go through them. Went camping: I was way too busy this year. Went fishing: I don’t like doing that :c Struggled with an eating disorder: No, I’ve never been diagnosed with such a disorder. Been in credit card debt: I don’t even have a credit card. Had new neighbors move in next door: Nope, the houses on either side of ours have long been uninhabited. Gotten drunk at a work party: At an org party, sure. Dyed your hair: Nope. But Gabie did, she had the ends of her hair dyed like a weird blondeish a few months ago. My sister also got brown dye delivered to the house a couple of days ago, so I should be expecting her look to change soon too. Gotten a manicure: Not a big fan of getting my nails painted. Been to a casino: I wouldn’t be allowed to get inside even if I wanted to haha. The one time I smoothly went inside was in 2016 when I was on my cruise trip. The only things I remember is that it the place was filled with flashing lights and everything was super colorful. Voted in an election: No elections happened this year. But we will have our midterm elections in 2019 and I intend to vote then. Shopped at a bookstore: SO MANY TIMESSSSS. Call 2018 the year I got obsessed with school supplies, cos I definitely went overboard with buying pad paper, highlighters, post-its, and, pens. Dined at a fancy restaurant: Many times with Gab. Sat in a sauna: I hate saunas and can’t comprehend how my mom enjoys it so damn much. It’s hot enough in Manila, why salivate at the thought of saunas??? R u ok??? Had a panic attack: Hahaha, I remember so many occasions. Attended a religious service: My family is Catholic, I get dragged to church every week. Been pulled over for speeding: I don’t think speeding is a thing here. People drive like death and I’ve never actually heard of someone getting pulled over for this reason. Stayed awake all night: It happens. Borrowed money from a friend or family member: Gabie lent me a thousand bucks (relax, that’s like $20). I was so short of money last week but I still had a bunch of Santa babies to give gifts to, so I went into a panic until she stepped in and lent me money. Lent money to a friend or family member: I give Gab money sometimes since she commutes from her dorm to my school, but I don’t ask for it back unless I really need the money. Been to an amusement park: LOL pass. I hate amusement parks. Gotten a new pet: No, I still have the same dumb dog. Had strep throat: My throat hurt like a bitch a few months ago. Had food poisoning: I don’t think so. Had the stomach flu: Sure. Binge-watched a show on Netflix: Friends and Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Shoveled snow: We don’t get snowwwww. Mowed a lawn: We don’t have a lawn. Bought a new computer: Nope, still have my same trusty laptop. Bought a new phone: My dad got me an iPhone 8 early in the year.

Worked out using a fitness tracker: I don’t work out. Eaten an entire pizza by yourself: Hehe. Felt an earthquake: I don’t think there were any recognizable ones this year. Taken out a loan: I’m a clueless 20 year old and I don’t know what this means, but I’m guessing no. Been prescribed antibiotics: Nope. Sold something on eBay: I don’t use eBay. Painted a room in your house: My control freak of a mom would never let us get away with that.

#survey #surveys

[squeakowl]

top threes: everything ending in one, please!

3: Top 3 vacation destinations 

All over Italy & Greece, all over the British isles, and Barcelona. My favorite is New York City, though, because there’s so much amazing stuff there.

13: Top 3 binge perfect tv shows 

GAH I love too many. I’m going to have to go with Shameless (US version), Orphan Black, and Call the Midwife.

23: Top 3 petnames 

Well, my family’s nickname/petname for me is Bunny, so I love that. Besides that I’d probably go for Chicken, Honey, or Sweetheart. Nothing cutesy.

33: Top 3 things you’d buy if you gained three million dollars 

After doing the important stuff (mortgage, bills, etc.), I’d love to buy books, art supplies, and gorgeous apparel (clothes/shoes/jewelry). Maybe a house.

43: Top 3 sports teams to watch 

None. I’m not a sports person.

53: Top 3 pets you’ve had/wish to have 

All my pets are amazing, and I couldn’t pic a top 3. So as far as pets I want to have - a corgi, a whippet, and a fox.

63: Top 3 awards you want to win 

Oscar/Tony/Emmy (something for acting), Grammy, or something for writing.

73: Top 3 villains 

Neagan (The Walking Dead), Loki (Marvel), and various baddies from American Horror Story.

83: Top 3 turn ons 

A beautiful voice, a foreign accent, and cheeky flirting (I call it “twinkly”, like there’s something mischievous in his eye, and he knows a joke that he can’t wait to tell you)

93: Top 3 embarrassing moments 

Calling my (male) gym teacher “mom”

opening a container of lunch in a quiet classroom where the teacher was reading aloud and having the food fly EVERYWHERE

asking out someone who wasn’t into me at the urging of a friend who turned out to be his “girlfriend” at the time (she was no longer my friend after that, and it got complicated).

103: Top 3 pick up lines 

I don’t do pick up lines, and I think they’re silly. They’d have to not be said “for real” for me to like them (and preferably be really cheesy/punny). Otherwise I’m much more likely to talk to you if you start with something normal and friendly, like “Hey, those are cool shoes!” or “Have you tried this brand before?” or “Need a hand with that?”

#ask #asks #question #questions #get to know the owl #the-forest-library