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raffaellopalandri · 1 year
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Book of the Day - The Five Hurdles to Happiness
Book of the Day – The Five Hurdles to Happiness
Today’s Book of the Day is The Five Hurdles to Happiness – And the Mindful Path to Overcoming Them, written by Mitch Abblett and published by Shambhala Publications in 2020. Mitch Abblett, Ph.D., is a licensed clinical psychologist and consultant. He is an internationally renowned expert in the applications of mindfulness for enhancing professional and personal communication patterns. He has…
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crybaby-bkg · 7 months
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oh my god. pro hero Bakugou who was shortly dating someone and accidentally got them pregnant, but for some reason, after having the baby they leave. he’s fucking devastated—how is he supposed to continue his career now as a single dad? how can he care for baby? save the world and still have to stay up at 2am when they’re fussy bc he hasn’t held them all day?
his mother helps as much as she can, his father too. but they’re getting older and they shouldn’t have to raise another baby at their age.
in comes you, a stay-in nanny. he researches the fuck outta you, frowning at you all the while during your interview. it doesn’t scare you much tho, as he’s patting the tiny baby back with only two big fingers. he wants to see how you react to baby, your stance on teaching them, how you’ll aid them.
he internally caved immediately when the baby started crying and he couldn’t get them to quiet down, so you took them from him. hugged them so sweetly to your chest as you rocked them, spoke quietly to them, a calming aura surrounding you.
it helps that you’re pretty, when he hires you. but he knows he can’t be selfish—you’re here for the baby and the baby only. he has no other place in your life. (unless you want him to?)
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catmask · 14 days
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what is it about trying to learn health facts or hygeine or body care that after a certain point it tailspins into online fanaticism. why does my mom believe gut health powders meditation and sunlight mean she will never die or age. girl i just want to find a good yogurt brand
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adhdslugcrimes · 28 days
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Hi, hello, me again. Allow me to curse you with another brain worm:
Serial adopter danny, like worse than Bruce levels.
Bruce gets sacrificed to the king above all kings: king of the infinite realms(aka danny) in front of his kids. The kids and JL immediately flip out, but Constantine is weirdly chill. When asked about it, Constantine says that if Bats is smart, he'll be just fine, especially if he brings up the fact that he has kids.
Pov cut to Bruce, who is hog tied on the ground in front of the Ghost King, and freaking out, not for himself but for his kids, and that very specific emotion is absolutely being projected out, and danny knows that emotion very intimately. But also wanna adopt this sad man who just wants to help his city, and lady Gotham has rambled about her knights enough that he knows them well. So it becomes:
Danny: 9 for 1 deal!
Bruce: I gotta get home before my kids come here and try to save me!
Batkids: All right, so we're all in agreement to storm the infinite reals to go save our dumbass father!
JL: Please don't, or atleast take backup, or have an actual plan!
Constantine: Oh, all of them are so getting adopted. King is gonna be so happy to get grand babies.
OH MY GOD 3HDYDGDYEGDYDYDYDG
Danny, looking at this wet cat of a man; I'mma adopted ya, let me see my grandbabies I give them gifts
Also if Wally apart of the JL that man is like unphased he knows Dick ain't gonna think of a plan this is go go go but at least Constantine is confident in them, probably helps them out
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nikkipettt · 1 year
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naffeclipse · 3 months
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What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?
I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au
Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.
Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.
The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.
It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.
But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.
You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.
His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.
But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—
He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.
He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.
You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.
He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.
Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."
You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.
The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.
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blazepandaartz · 1 month
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Uhhhhhhhhh.
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canisalbus · 2 months
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i was trying to think of what would be a fun april fool's bit, but all I could think was 'these are my two Lutheran cat OCs, Basco and Karambit' and now i can't stop thinking about this reverse world where instead of Renaissance Italians, they're two german mancats drinking beer and complaining about the inaccessibility of the bible to the common man.
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bamsara · 10 months
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found out the reason why i was burning up earlier wasn't entirely because of the heat because even at night i was hot but i actaully am FEVERISH with a stupid FLU and iMALS LAHFLKSH l KAHFLKHKS LLHHHFL ARTFIGHT STARTS IN SEVERAL HOURS.
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crabsnpersimmons · 19 days
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thank you all for playing with me this week! so many boops and love for my au characters!!
sadly this crab has classes starting again tomorrow, so responses and posts will be slow again 😅
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if you've tagged me or sent me anything recently, thank you ❤️❤️❤️ i will get back to you soon!
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marclef · 13 days
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Fake Pep looks like a very spongy fellow…
Like, you put that man in a bath and he’ll just soak up all the water like a sponge would do 🤔
well, the way i see it, Fake HATES being in water. it messes with his skin and makes him lose his form, so unless it's like, a real nice, comfy warm bath, it probably isn't too pleasant.
.... but, what he CAN do, drinking liquids doesn't hurt him, his insides are more "sturdy" and can absorb it better. so if he were to be put in, let's say, a container of sorts filled with water, he'd probably just try to drink all of the water in order to get it off of him.
something that Peppino unfortunately found out once while trying to get Fake to take a bath.
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so... i guess he DOES work kinda like a sponge, in certain situations. Fake sure doesn't like doing it that much though... it takes forever to get all that water absorbed.
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(featured: One Sopping Wet Bag of Goop (basically just a water bed at this point.))
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adhd-merlin · 6 months
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feeling strangely fond of arthur today. I think it's because I've rewatched the scene of his duel with Mordred yesterday and just... the stunned look on his face after he parried Mordred's blow and turned and saw who was attacking him. the way he just stood there without even trying to defend himself or attack. like he couldn't comprehend what was happening to him. please I need to wrap him in a blanket
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bunnieswithknives · 1 year
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Been thinking about Red’s abilities, mainly being full of electricity
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lichenaday · 1 year
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Update from the field:
I am currently doing part of my field work in Iceland, where I am collecting samples from migratory birds to analyze for the presence of fungi and lichen propagules. So far it is has been aggressively slow, and so to avoid wanting to rip my hair-out as I stare at the apparently never-ending stream of rain, here are some pictures of my trip so far:
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Here is my little work station where I am filling test-tubes with ultra-pure water
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Here's my cool (note: very very warm) Iceland sweater that is perfect for field work on wet, chilly days
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Here's the sunset over the harbor on the clearest day we've had so far
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Here's this cool weird stick I found in a spruce grove. I have no idea why it grew like this (wide and flat as opposed to narrow and round like normal) so if anyone has any insight I would love to learn!
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Here's the beautiful little spider who lives near one of the nets I use to catch birds
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And here are some of the neighborhood cats I've met. I miss my cats terribly and so making friends with the local cats is a necessity, even though I wish people kept their cats indoors instead of letting them roam free (did you know that free-roaming and feral cats have devastating impacts on local bird populations?)
I am saving all my bird and lichen pictures for later so never fear, those are coming soon. For now, back to drinking endless cups of tea and reading scientific papers while checking the weather every five minutes.
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adhdslugcrimes · 1 month
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I have many so have one of my brain worms ♡
Klarian adopted by Danny, and who grew up in ghost zone and with ghost zone culture.
Klarian, who legit thinks he's friends with YJ cause fighting, is how you play with friends in the GZ.
One day Klarian summons Danny to show his friends to his mom, and danny is just "oh sweetheart, they're human, not ghosts, honey, I don't think they think you're friends. I'm sorry, in most living culture, humans especially, fighting doesn't mean friendship unless explicitly communicated verbally."
Klarian speed-runs a redemption arc once he realises the culture barriers and actually explains things from his side with some help from his mom when concepts are hard to put into words
I love klarian adopted by Danny so much
Rhdhdhdhdhdhdhdvdhdhdhdhd BRO THANK YOU YOUR BRAIN WORMS ARE DELISH OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSESSS
Klarian being like Starfire was in teen titans having to explain his culture and everyone is not trusting him but my chaotic baby boy is trying oh my god, momma Danny so proud of him I'M AN EMOTIONAL GLASS CASE AND THIS SHATTERED ME WHY SO FUCKIN CUTE FJXBSBHDHDHDJDBDBD
Can me write this??
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Neuvillete is definitely the type to ask you "Did you drink any water today" if you say you have a headache
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