#trying to distract myself

[peterpaninthesexnumber]

Attention to QSMP community who wants to distract their angst from last night’s events

QUALIFICATIONS START IN ONE HOUR

Qualifying is the process through which drivers compete to set the fastest lap time around a circuit during a specific time period. It will determine the order cars will be lined up in at the start of the race.

You can check it out here on Squeezie Twitch channel

In so so sorry that the event is only in French language, but feel free to ask me anything you’d like to know, I’ll do my best to give you the infos 💖

ALSO our favorite masked cucumber ÉTOILES will interview people of the paddock throughout the event.

Baghera (and some of the other drivers) got her drivers license few months ago in order to participate to this great event, what a legend !

She posted a video on YouTube to explain how she prepared the race. I checked the subtitles in English, it’s not perfect but it’s mostly okay. Go check it out if you’re interested :)

I hope it doesn’t feel heartless to some of you that I’m talking about this event. As most of you I’m devastated about the eggs, I’m just trying to think about something else.

#qsmp #gp explorer #qsmp baghera #baghera jones #team cupra #hortyunderscore #qsmp etoiles #etoiles #trying to distract myself

[kitty-c4t]

#eeee #trying to distract myself #I can't make designs but im trying #dreamkeepers au #? #idk #my shitty drawings

[galedekarios]

oc meme

name: altonaufein, kulg llarzoran ithrana d'qu'ellar hlarahel

ages ago, when i was trying to find a name for my drow cleric, i was looking to create a drow name and drow house name that would reflect the role he would play within his house, while at the same time reflecting his backstory and journey:

altonaufein -> powerful, eyes of / seer of the way kulg -> male offspring in the house llarzoran -> three, thirdborn ithrana -> name of his mother, matron of the house d'qu'ellar -> of house hlarahel -> seers of, the gods

nickname: alton

alton has been called a lot of things in his life.

he was named altonaufein at birth, his designation as a male is kulg llarzoran ithrana d'qu'ellar hlarahel. during his captivity, he was called auflaque. when he finally fled and made it to the settlement, surrounding a small ilmater temple, he was called treated both with suspicion and fear, but also kindness and an open hand. he was called alton only ever by karl. in time, gale comes to call him alton too - and much, much later alurlssrin.

gender: male

star sign: aries

height: 160 cm, on the taller side for a drow

orientation: gay

race: drow

romancing: karl eifers (oc), gale dekarios

i've written more about alton's backstory and karl's part in it here in more detail.

fave fruit: wild strawberries. one of the first little fanciful things on the surface he took a liking to. at camp, he can often be found reading a book he nicked from the grove. the flora and fauna of faerun.

fave season: late summer, early autumn.

alton enjoys the balmy warmth around that time of year, a contrast to the cold dampness of ust natha that has seeped into his bones.

fave flower: wood anemones. they grew plentiful around the small settlement and ilmater temple that altonaufein lived at before the nautiloid attack.

fave scent: the crisp smell of a cold forest, the salty sea breeze, the soap-clean scent of skin

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: ever since i found coffee in the actual game, i am convinced that alton would drink tons of it. only making his anxiety & overthinking worse too.

average sleep hours: four. a trance usually lasts that long. he's a very light sleeper due to necessity and his paranoia about being found and brought back to the underdark. to ust natha.

i do think that after the game, once he's settled fully into his new life in waterdeep, with gale's coaxing and own habits, he sleeps in more and more, and trances longer.

dogs or cats: cats. alton isn't really used to pets at all. the first experience he had with them was back at the temple where karl fed a little anxious thing of a black cat. sometimes it would curl up to him and he would freeze and just let it do its thing, confused when it started purring up a storm.

but he learned to find it comforting. it was rewarding to pet it and treat it gently, learn to give and receive affection in this way.

dream trip: i don't think alton has one. he's too focused on them surviving the journey. reaching waterdeep maybe. for gale.

amount of blankets: one. he's very utalitarian and can make do with nothing at all if need be. yet again, once settled in waterdeep, he's very much able to learn to enjoy the finer things in life.

random fact(s):

-he's not a perfect eilistraeen and has little knowledge about her or her customs, gale helps him learn & shares what knowledge he has, as eilistraee has a bond with mystra and is known in waterdeep - and through this, they bond during the very early days of the journey -he always wears an ilmater pendant, stolen from karl, and it's his most priced possession -he later buys a medaillon, holding a small piece of parchment (on it are written the names of those important to him, people who have been kind to him - it's a reminder of how far he's come, a motivation to keep going, to keep fighting no matter how grim things are) -alton can't swim and is afraid of deeper water (he wouldn't ever show that fear) -he adopts myshka and takes him to waterdeep

tagging (with zero pressure): @ayrennaranaaldmeri, @messiahzzz, @lairofsentinel, @shibepetter, @rahabs, @wild-magic-oops, @friberchi, @leopardmuffinxo, @hawke, @zahra-hydris, @thenightsong, @fuzzy-set, @inkberrry, @waterdeep

if anyone else wants to do this, please do so and feel free to tag me. 🖤

#trying to distract myself #hoping it works #ch: altonaufein #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #text: personal

[quillscales]

To me, Dabi is still a loving person.

I know people like to say he doesn't care about the league, didn't care about Jin, or Toga, or Shigaraki, or any of them. But I don't believe that. I really, really don't.

I think he's cynical. I think he used to love so hard as a child because he did; he loved Endeavour so much, and that love was thrown into his face. It wasn't enough; it would never be enough.

So, I think he does love the league, but he doesn't show it because he's learned love isn't enough. Love wasn't what his father wanted; it wasn't what the league wanted (though it's what they got).

Does he see the league as a means to an end? As tools? I think yes, but again, he was taught that by Endeavour. Tools, if they are valuable, are loved.

#I don't know why I wrote this #oh well #trying to distract myself #lol #dabi #touya todoroki #lov #leauge of villians #league of villains #random thoughts

[nemocat-el]

#life is truly rough rn #trying to distract myself #x files fanart #xfiles #mulder #mulder fanart #my fanart #msr #msr fanart #scully #scully fanart

[livetogether--diealone]

"sprint races pfff" - Lewis Hamilton, Austria 2023

#trying to distract myself #lewis hamilton #f1 #austrian gp 2023 #jo.gif

[lyn-js]

Todays my birthday. So I hope you guys can send me some shit to read, while I relax in my couch and watch the beach scene 9 million times.

#it’s my birthday #tgm fic #trying to distract myself #send help

[snapeaddict]

Dearest friend

It was late, but not as late as it was when she usually looked up from her desk to notice how many hours had passed since she had started grading papers. The clock had not even struck half-past ten, she gave it a perplexed look, trying to understand why she felt as if she had just been pulled out of her routine despite sitting alone and undisturbed in the silence of her living room. Perhaps it was the silence itself; she had always graded her papers in the staff room on Saturday nights, and students, ghosts and paintings formed a familiar, soothing jabber she was used to hearing there. There was nothing like that in her tower, which she used to enjoy very much; but now, alone with the ticking of her clock, she found herself longing for that never-ending chatter. It was why she had deserted the staff room. Now, no matter the hour, no matter how many children were roaming the corridors, all was always terribly silent, and that silence was only ever broken by the consistent ringing of the bell and military-like footsteps. This sounded nothing like Hogwarts; she felt alienated. It was like looking at a beloved, familiar face and seeing nothing but foreign traits, being unable to understand why and how the muscles of that face moved, to decipher any kind of feeling behind the once friendly eyes – to see nothing at all. 

No need for metaphors. Severus carried out the task very well: he personified that silence with formidable charisma.

She looked down at her papers again. She had been grading them inattentively, with the kind of automatic skills that years of practice and a recurring lesson within the curriculum could afford a teacher – thank Merlin for small mercies. However, the paragraph she was now reading, written in shaky handwriting by a first-year student who clearly had not used many quills in the past, was absolutely mind-boggling. She could not quite pinpoint what had been going on in that boy’s brain, most likely he hadn’t had the time to proofread his essay, but that spelling mistake was unfortunate, especially in that context, and it was only because he was a first-year that she was ready to believe it was an innocent error. 

So she understood. That was why everything had felt so out of place all of a sudden: this right here was funny, and a part of her must have felt like laughing, but that too felt foreign, so here she was, wondering what was wrong. And it was as simple as that. Something was triggering a long-forgotten instinct, that of laughing, and she could not entirely process it, because she usually shared the funny student mistakes with someone. And they laughed about it together, in the staff room, on Saturday nights.

She felt that the stream of her thoughts was about to continue. She feared what reason would tell her; she precipitately took out her wand, duplicated the essay, put it aside, sat down again, went on to the next paper. At the end of the school year, there was a good chunk of assignments on that pile – all hilarious or terrible mistakes, answers and witty remarks from her students. That pile of papers only existed for those moments of timeless nostalgia she desperately needed to indulge in, and she kept on adding to it, arranging it in a neat stack, hiding it in one of her drawers. She could never open it without feeling the simultaneous burn of shame, guilt, anger, and past friendship.

-

There was a thin line between demonstrations of power and vulnerability. If you gave the impression that you were never around, if people started thinking perhaps all power had been relegated to your right hands, then you and the entire fragile ecosystem you were the centre of would be targeted by reinvigorated rebels; if, on the contrary, you were seen too often, you would become just as much of a target, and risk exposure. Severus was not meant to lead – in fact, his whole life had been spent creating a persona that could fake an innate sense of authority with simple but masterly use of demeanour and voice. Suddenly all that careful work fell into pieces, and he was thrown into a new system of hierarchy on whose preservation countless lives, and the outcome of the war, depended. There would be no use in trying to depict the mental state of the newly appointed headmaster; the dichotomy between inner and outer selves was such that doing so would certainly spark a literary debate on the theme of vraisemblance. Severus thus proceeded as he usually did in times of crisis, shutting down all emotions, putting on a familiar mask of indifference, scheduling his appearances in the corridors and Great Hall with care and repressed anxiety. His face became accustomed to the tension; it grew around his facial muscles as quickly as warm water freezes in the cold of winter.

Strangely, it was not the moments of intense pressure and unspeakable horrors that had, more than once, endangered his carefully crafted composure. It was, in fact, his rounds in the corridors: he sometimes crossed paths with unfortunate students who, because he was especially skilled at moving quietly, never heard him coming. There were a few seconds during which they kept on talking – even in situations of crisis, teenagers can be insouciant, if only to cope with reality. Thus Severus found himself interrupting many a conversation which were not of the highest intellectual standard. Many times he felt the shadow of an ironic smile on his lips, the taste of a sarcastic remark on his tongue: these were always followed by a vertiginous sense of estrangement from everything that surrounded him. By this time the students had spotted him and deserted the place, or they were waiting, terror-stricken, wondering what would come next. There Severus would have to compose himself, and the effort drained him in a way he could never fully explain. Often, when the students had left, he felt the urge to look over his shoulder, ready to mock the conversation he had overhead once more; then he was very still; and, finally, painfully, he kept on walking.

So he kept a list. It was cathartic, and he enjoyed the puzzled look on Albus’ painted face when he responded to him that this was a ‘private matter’. Very neatly, in the manner of the Domesday book, which is to say in a very organized fashion, he wrote down the silliest bits of conversations and remarks from students, sometimes adding comments in the margin such as ‘typical’, ‘6 years of education wasted. Glad I am not the one having to meet them for their orientation session’ or the occasional ‘colourful. To keep on hand in case of a meeting with the minister.’ In contrast to every other aspect of his life, from material matters to the most existential ones, he did not plan what to do with this parchment; he filled it carefree; it sat in one of his desk’s drawers that May evening.

It only left its place to be covered in remorseful tears, but the pile of essays in Minerva’s drawer remained desperately still.

#Severus Snape #minerva mcgonagall #Hogwarts 1998 #pro snape #today was not a good day :( #Trying to distract myself #They must have been like ghosts in one another's life #Severus and Minerva #Off topic is that an Albus spaghetti on that tumblr icon???

[floydsteeth]

I love having meltdowns and deciding to sit in the bathroom tub

Its not even comfy it's just

Good place to hide

#I cant tell if it's a meltdown or a panic attack #I'm just sitting in the tub #It's not helping #But #I dont know #I'm just #Trying to distract myself #And it's not working #I'm sorry I keep venting #I feel like it's the only thing I've been doing all week #I've gotten to comfortable talking online #I should just shut up for a bit

[swaggypsyduck]

pray for hala (@mchiti) she's rlly going through it

#i am too but im being delusional for a lil longer #trying to distract myself

[letmedi3pls]

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#can’t sleep #thoughts running through my head #trying to distract myself #not helping #stressed #sad hours #mentally drained #just let it be over

[odegirlie]

leverkusen champions!! 🫶🏼

#trying to distract myself #clearly

[upgradebitch]

my life is in this limbo stage that is literally making me pull my hair out

#trying to distract myself #but i need new methods that are free #but rn i’m watching titane and enjoying my room temp water and my chilled dr pepper so maybe i’ll be ok

[mademoisellefantasy]

New sunglasses, books, and bike rides. So, I am hanging on, just keep hanging on...

Quote by @chloeinletters

#my quotes #my photos #end of summer #summer photography #nature photography #château #french country #selfie #self love #trying to be positive #trying to distract myself #books and libraries #bookshop #ottd #light acamedia #romanticing my life #being my own best friend

[curvymommy70]

#diy #home improvement #trying to distract myself

[themoonlikedmyposts]

I want to try REALLY REALLY REALLY hard to be productive tomorrow. I want to wake up at about 9:30 and take a shower and BRUSH MY TEETH!!! I want to start brushing my teeth and get into the habit of it. AND I have an END goal too so I can TRICK myself. I want to brush my teeth twice a day every single day from now until my birthday, so that when me and my fiancé kiss it won't be icky and stuff. I want to tRY really really hard to take a shower every OTHER DAY (shower on tuesday = shower on thursday) and I want to fix my schedule. I want to figure out some work outs for my legs/thighs/hips for stronger legs and stuff because I get pretty tired just walking around!! After my shower today I want to wash my blankets and pillow case, lay on the bed and stretch a bit, and then I can work on writing + talking with my fiancé.

I am not going to eat at all tomorrow, I've eaten too much recently. My mother hid the scale but I know I had lost five pounds.

#trying to heal #trying to be better #trying to distract myself #trying to be positive #ana trigger #ed not ed sheeran #tw ana diary #ana rant #tw ed diet #tw disordered eating #ed behaviour tw #ed not sheeren #ana meal #ed bullshit #actually autistic #actually mentally ill #actually depressed #mental illness #mdd thoughts #actually mdd #major depressive disorder #mdd #mdd recovery #anxienty #4n4blr #4n4m1a #4n4rexia #4n4 #4norexi4 #anoreksik