#period!
a fools guide to not wanting to die anymore
by me, a fool who doesnt wanna die anymore
- never make a suicide joke again. yes this includes “i wanna die” as a figure of speech. swear off of it. actually make an effort to change how you think about things.
- find something to compliment someone for at least 4 times a day. notice the little things about the world that make you happy, and use that to make other people happy.
- talk to people. initiate conversation as often as you possibly can. keep your mind busy and you wont have to worry anymore
- picture the bad intrusive thoughts in youe head as an edgy 13 year old and tell them to go be emo somewhere else
- if someone makes you feel bad most of the time, stop talking to them. making yourself hang out with people who drain you is self harm. stop it.
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That’s some pretty good advice. I don’t know what’s left of my humor after ‘guess I’ll just die’ jokes but it’s worth a shot.
colacharm
Personally i went from “guess I’ll die” jokes to “IF I HAVE TO BE HERE FOR 5 MORE MINUTES I PROMISE YOU I WILL BUY JUST, AN ARRAY OF CLOTHES.” and other wild hyperbolic stuff. Just replace the death part with something ridiculous and off topic. Its very entertaining
This also works with calling myself things like stupid, worthless, trash, etc. Even if you do this jokingly to yourself, your brain still believes it, and keeps up the cycle. Seriously, I found that when I stopped saying these things about myself, even jokingly, it made a massive difference.
Here’s a tip I picked up from a friend that’s helped me a lot — replace self deprecating jokes with ironically self aggrandizing jokes
Like every time I trip and fall, instead of saying “l’m just a disaster human” I say “I’m the epitome of grace and beauty”
Or like, when I draw a picture I’m not 100% happy with, instead of saying “my art is trash” I say something like “you know I think it’s time we replaced the Mona Lisa”
When you do that you get to make a joke, but you’re ALSO getting practice building yourself up, y’know?
And eventually it becomes a reflex and you get so used to it that you can say nice stuff about yourself even when you AREN’T joking
chiibbo
This is so important
That self-aggrandizing technique is no joke.
I replaced “I’m stupid” with “I’m a God damn genius.” “Move over newton” “another masterpiece”
I replaced “gross/ disgusting” with “sexy/attractive” “the hight of elegance”
I replaced “I suck/ that sucked/ this is bad” with “fantastic”, “a lovely time”, “ swell/jolly good”
Replace every negative with a positive. Say it so sarcastically. Make it complicated make it entertaining have fun with it.
It will stop your self deprecating and build confidence. And people are more easygoing around you.
summer to-do list: unlearn internalized shame, sunbathe, read some good books
focus
[not my gif]
pairing: din djarin x telepathic!afab!reader
rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.) word count: 1.7k requested: yes, probably like 100 years ago (sorry!) by the lovely @mandomyboo <3 summary: “find the bounty.” Mando states simply as you search through the sea of natives, “-and don’t cheat.” he adds, tilting his helmet pointedly at you. warnings: reader is telepathic!, established situationship, religious/sacrilegious imagery, public sex (sort of not rly), slightly dom! Din in this one tbh, smut (PiV, unprotected), oral f!receiving, fondling, fantasies, mind-reading, glove kink if u squint, light spitting kink, light choking, reader tries to tease din and he has none of that
notes: bb thank u so much for your patience while i worked on this fic!! its a little short but i hope u like it :’) always up for more requests esp for Din!! <3 also i tried to keep my religious imagery as neutral as possible but like honestly it just seems so similar to christianity lol. anyways
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“I told you to stop that."
the low baritone rumbles through the noise of the cantina, cutting your focus away from the task at hand. your eyes flicker to the beskar as if they belong there; a small grin from you, shrugging from where you sit.
your honor, in my defense: who cares like omfggggggggg who cares???????????? like. come On
- support fat girls with weird curves
- support fat girls with no butt
- support fat girls with small boobs
- dont just support the hour glass/big booty “acceptable” fat girl
When you’re somehow roped into a discussion in a public setting about Love Languages and then someone utters the words Acts of Service and you’re transported instantaneously to the Perv Zone, like with wavy lines and sparkles like on an 80s sitcom, but you have to maintain some semblance of normalcy so you say “Oh, what’s that one?” and someone explains it’s, like, yard work or cleaning the gutters and you say, “oh I see,” while being tortured by visions of kinky bondage pornography and the dissertation level of hours you have devoted to deciding which powerful, violent, uncompromising fictional men most want to be told they’ve been good.
Darkness Declares Glory | Chapter 13 | S.R
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A/N - this fic deals with some very dark themes such as drug use, self-harm and suicidal ideation. Please proceed with caution and Minors DNI. There is a reader insert but it is very Spencer-centric.
I am aware a death sentence wouldn’t be granted so fast but artistic liberties were taken. Sue me.
Chapter Summary - Spencer tries to take Maggie’s advice and faces your teasing. Luke and Matt visit and drop a bombshell that could potentially destroy Spencer’s recovery.
Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader
Category - dark angst | smut | eventual happy ending.
Warnings - swearing, masturbation (male), fingering, oral (male receiving), voyeuristic dreams, weight gain, mentions of Cat Adam’s, talk of death penalty, Luke’s flashback, stab wounds, self inflicted wounds, blood, mentions of surgery and hospitals.
WC - 4.8k
Chapter 13 - You Want a Battle? (Here’s a War)
He was irritable all day, snapping at people and biting off heads unnecessarily. His unfulfillment of the morning followed him all day like a dark rain cloud. But his days were so busy with therapies and the like, he didn’t have any more alone time.
When he finally did find himself alone after his second group therapy session of the day, it was short lived. He was in bed with the door closed wondering if it would be better to wait until after lights out when he wouldn’t be disturbed. But he was achingly hard and he couldn’t wait any longer.
As he trailed his hand under the sheets and palmed himself through his slacks, the door practically burst open.
“Hey, I thought you might want…” you trailed off and raised an eyebrow at him. “Why are you in bed?”
Spencer snatched his hand away from his bulge and brought it out from under the sheets.
“Tired.” He shrugged. “What do you want?”
everybody talks. [prologue]
PAIRING: brother'sbestfriend!ellie williams x richgirl!reader
SUMMARY: close to a year ago your brother went missing, seemingly vanishing without a trace. after a year of there being no leads, no information, and no evidence the police finally stop their search and he is presumed dead. that is, until, ellie returns with more information than she let on and leads you to believe that your brother may still be out there, and that someone may have had a part to play in this. the worst part is, you don't know who you can trust.
WARNINGS: cursing, mentions of drinking/drugs, mentions of s*x, darker themes
A/N: another mystery smau, another day... this one took forever to plot out and honest to god i am so nervous people won't like it... but i loved the air around my last smau, and i hope to keep this same energy but make it more fun! i am going to attempt to make this an interactive fic where you as the viewers decide who you want to talk to, who's socials you want to investigate, and make decisions like that! anyways please please please like and reblog/reply/ask with theories, comments, the whole nine yards... it is so appreciated!
Anonymous asked:
could you do a subtle (maybe teering on mid/heavy) dominance with carm and they’re getting ready for bed ? ( you don’t have to do getting ready for bed it just the first thing that came to mind) anyways thanks in advance !!

You walked through the door, shedding your clothes with each step. "I can not fucking wait to get in this bed, and I swear to God I'm not leaving it all day tomorrow." You huffed, flinging a shoe then the other towards the closet door.
Carmen snorted lightly, setting down his phone to look at you. "Yeah? Sounds good t'me, baby. You know I won't stop you." He grinned, lazy and sweet, your chest feeling with warmth.
guide 4 teens
- tell the cops nothing
- tell the paramedics everything
- ur eyebrows are fine
Turning red (2022) dir. Domee Shi
nothing is worse than software that tells people when I’m online or when I read their message or when I’m typing something. I always want to be as unknowable in my silence as god