Your Forces and How to Use Them

Promise Yourself

To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words but great deeds.
To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you.

—  Christian D. Larson, Your Forces and How to Use Them

Why they never talk about no magic home ec class in Hogwarts.

Clearly they have spells for it.

Molly Weasley has knitting needles going, and while house elves do the cooking at Hogwarts presumably they use some magic there to keep up with the giant work load, and iirc, Molly uses magic to cook. 

So, where the home ec class at.
Where the muggleborns with dread in their eyes thinking it’ll be a normal like, cooking class, [Harry all excited thinking he’s gonna ace this class or at least do alright, since he cooked for the Dursley’s], and then the first half the first class is a lesson about how you’ve got to earn the respect of your measuring spoons. Otherwise they’ll argue with you on how much has to go into a recipe.
Harry has a kind of tentative conversation with his and they work with him after he realized they were an older set used to students forcing them to work for them. Talks to them gently and asks if they think a little more or little less should go into a recipe, or if they think he should add an ingredient now and then because they’ve made the same thing over, and over.
Harry trying to make Molly a sweater in return for the one he got because he doesn’t know what to do with having gotten gifts, and only really managing a rather lengthy and oddly tensioned scarf made from the best yarn he could find out of a catalog he found on the shelf in the classroom. The professor was just delighted he’d decided to keep at knitting and crocheting [he may have… mixed the two] after they’d finished the unit, to make a gift.  

Where’s Hermione having a long drawn out conversation with the home ec professor about how it’s ridiculous to devote magic to knitting when you can do it by hand, and the professor countering about the time saved by simply using enchanted needles or a charm. The conversation takes up the entire period but a teacher actually takes Hermione seriously for once because effective division of effort/time is a very important skill to learn and it’s what they’re there to teach.
Wheres Ron answering all the questions like a fucking CHAMP because managing in his family has basically made his ass a pro at everything– budgeting a vault? On it. Spelling how many cauldrons to feed how many people with how much food? On lock like it’s fucking Azkaban. Best herbs and plants to grow for general– he has already finished the worksheet/in-class essay that was on the board and is fucking around with his quill. He gets called on, his string bean ass gonna have the answer while kinda being shocked at himself that he actually does, because– like many poor ass people– we manage resources really damn well when we know what we have. And we very rarely let it get away from us.

Where’s the rich-ass purebloods that know finances and shit because they’re taking over family blood-line affairs when their older and their parents drilled that into their heads, but can’t cook/sew/anything else to save their life till they learn.
Where was Oliver Wood trying to make Healthy Food Things for the quidditch team for Extra Energy and just making a mess.
The Twins making a totally harmless banana pudding and selling it in their store and NO ONE KNOWING WHAT IT DOES, everyone panicking because they’re SURE they did something.

We were robbed of so much is all i’m saying.

Promise yourself, to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet. To make all your friends feel that there is something in them. To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. To think only the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best. To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own. To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile. To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble. To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words but great deeds. To live in faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you.
—  Christian D. Larson, Your Forces and How to Use Them
Helping those you care about with Schizophrenia

I hate those “how to deal with ____” types of things, but as a schizophrenic who has faced countless misunderstanding and dehumanization, I feel the need to make this post.

How to support someone close to you who has schizophrenia

First, it is important to understand not every schizophrenic is the same. Not all of us hallucinate, not all of us have delusions, so it is important to understand your friend’s symptoms particularly. But please, if your friend experiences paranoia or distrust, do not force them to tell you their symptoms especially in those cases. Usually asking paranoid-types if we have paranoia is fine, or otherwise very obvious. 

You must be patient, and allow us to open up to you, but do not infantilize us. We are very human, and we are very much the age we are. We are not children, and do not need to be coddled–and in my case (Paranoid-type), it causes extreme distrust and paranoia to do so.

These are just a few symptoms that I decided to write about. There are a wide variety of symptoms that differ from one person to the next.


Symptoms of Schizophrenia + How to Help

  • Hallucinations

Auditory, visual, sensory, sometimes even smell–but not everyone experiences hallucinations.

Helping: Do not hold your friend down unless they have told you before to do so. In auditory cases, it is important to speak softly and try to divert our attention from what is happening. Ask if you could play some music, or bring us out of the room/area immediately if possible. In visual cases, be sure to speak clearly and softly aswell. Maybe even asking what we could be seeing, and offering to get rid of it in superficial ways could help. Do not press on the “its not real” “you’re just seeing things”. We know that. Instead, say “what are you seeing/feeling/hearing” “what can i do to make it go away” Keep in mind though not all hallucinations are extreme, and it is always best to ask how you can help before doing anything.

  • Disorganized speech

People with schizophrenia tend to have trouble concentrating and keeping a line of thought. This could be from quickly switching topics that have no similariies, making up words, and repetition. I’ve even heard of some people rhyming words that have no correlation to their thoughts whatsoever.

Helping: The best thing to do is just to tell us if you’re confused. Just ask us to explain what we meant, and in time you’ll probably learn how the individual’s train of thought works enough to understand things easily. Another thing to do would be to help us in strengthening our vocabulary or word use. Writing stories is a great way to start.

  • Disorganized behavior

Decline in overall daily functioning

Helping: If needed, reminding your friend to eat, shower, brush their teeth, etc would be wonderful. In my case for example, I forget to eat, sometimes for days straight. Motivate your friend.

Inappropriate emotional responses

Helping: Explain yourself. Please, just explain yourself clearly. Ask us to explain ourselves. Listen from our side of the story. LISTEN. We likely don’t know why we’re acting the way we are. Help us figure out why. Listen.

Strange behaviors that seem to have no meaning

Helping: Ask us why we’re doing it with genuine curiosity. Sometimes it might be a tick, so it’s best to observe before asking, because ticks can be embarrassing to be pointed out. If we are making strange choices, just ask us what our line of thought it. 

Trouble with impulse control

Helping: Tell us not to, tell us the consequences. Impulses are things you feel that is needed to be done even though they are bad. Explain to us that we don’t need to do it. Come up with alternatives.

Disassociation

Help: Tell us we are real. The world we are in, is real. Answer any questions we ask you. Be patient. Say their name. Tell them who they are. Tell them who you are.  

Please know that when a mentally ill person tells you they’re exhausted, they’re exhausted. Them saying this doesn’t mean they want you to go and force your advice/ideas about how you think they should be dealing with things down their throat. Let us fucking take days for ourselves, let us be upset. It’s exhausting to just breathe sometimes when you’re like this.

Autistic Ask Game: Serious Version!

(1) How did you feel directly following your diagnosis (including self dx or whenever you were told about your dx)?

(2) Do you have any good strategies for doing things like remembering to eat, cleaning a room/house, etc?

(3) Person first language or identity first language? Why?

(4) Do you have any “catch-all” social skills that you use when you’re not sure what to do? Like waving, nodding, saying “no thanks” even when it’s the most “correct” thing to do?

(5) What are your meltdowns like? How do you deal with them?

(6) Have people ever not believed you were autistic? What reason did they give?

(7) Do you ever go nonverbal? Can you “force yourself out of it”?

(8) Are you an Overly Trusting Autistic or a Distrustful Mistrustful Autistic?

(9) Are you an Always Eating Autistic or a Never Ever Eats Autistic?

(10) How long can you “pass” for neurotypical? How big of a toll does it take?

(11) Are you LGBT+? Do you think that might be related to being autistic?

(12) Ask your own question!

[another ask game: lighthearted questions]

Let’s get to know each other! Feel free to add your own questions too!

Suggestion: Please send at least one number to the person you reblog this from!

They ask how you are… But what the hell are you supposed to tell them?

That you’re exhausted. Worn down and numb by this foggy grey cloud in your head that just won’t go away.

That you’ve lost yourself. You’re looking in the mirror and touching the glass, touching your face, trying to work out if that really is you, staring back.

That if people can be broken, you have shattered every bone by now and dropped every organ so that it smashed like glass.

That you can force your mouth into a smile, but your eyes are blind. They are dull, empty.

Or do you tell them that sadness is all you have right now. And perhaps it will be okay tomorrow, but perhaps it won’t. You’ve been here before, you’ll be here again. This cycle is the life you have become used to. You’re sure you’ll be fine.
You’re just a sad and broken person.

That’s how you are. But you can’t exactly tell people that, can you?

—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write //
Broken poetry
Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet. To make all your friends feel that there is something in them. To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. To think only the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best. To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own. To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile. To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble. To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words but great deeds. To live in faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you.
—  Christian D. Larson, Your Forces and How to Use Them
Charging your sigils

Since I enjoy making my own sigils, I want to tell you how I prefer to charge them. There are a lot of different methods and you can easily research them, but not all of them are available to me. If you’re searching for the right way to charge your own sigils, I’ll tell you how I do it.

In my opinion, it’s best to do it in a way that feels natural or is convenient to you. Why? Because otherwise it will feel forced and that won’t do any good to your personal use of sigils.

Element Energy
You can charge your sigil with element energy. My element is fire, that’s why I usually draw my sigils on paper and burn them. But if you have another element you feel familiar with, use that!! You can let your sigil dissolve in water, hang it outside in the wind or bury it in your garden.

Weather Energy
When there’s harsh weather outside, you can use it to charge your sigils too. If there’s strong rain, hail or snow, put your sigils outside. Strong wind or harsh temperatures, both hot and freezing, can be a good source of energy too.

Light Energy
I usually charge my sigils when there’s a full moon. A special moon phase is filled with energy, but you can use the sun too. On an especially sunny day, charging your sigils outside is a good idea.

Your Own Energy
Your body is filled with energy and it’s no secret you can charge sigils by focussing your energy on them. I usually keep my sigils on my skin during workout, because that works too.

These are some ways of charging your sigils. There are a lot more, but I usually use those. Find your own way, something that’s natural to you, but remember that your craft is always personal and you don’t have to do it like someone else.

-William Poindexter cries him self to sleep some nights because Catholic Guilt™
-freshman year he probably punched Nursey in the face for saying something like “I wish people would actually do something that will actually instead of praying.” (They talk about it later because they are both working through shit)
-Dex still prays asking to wake up a cis stright girl
-Dex doesn’t wear his binder to mass
-Shitty harps on the Catholic Church all the time and Dex can’t even explain things to him because his team doesn’t know he’s Catholic because
-Shitty and Nursey are leading forces in the “Us vs. Them” narrative and he knows when they find out they’ll ask ‘how can you be Catholic your faith hates you’
-Jack finds out, they go to Mass together once, but between Dex almost crying the whole time and Jack trying to do everything in Latin/French they decide not to go together again
-Dex who doesn’t decide of he’s going to Mass until he finds himself walking out the door right before Mass
-Jack found out because he noticed Dex not eating meat on Fridays during lent and usually Dex doesn’t eat fish.
-also once late at night they were sharing a hotel room and he heard Dex mumbling Pater Noster and he joined in.
-that made Dex cry
-Dex who spends all Sunday too keyed up to do anything because he doesn’t know if he’ll go to Mass or not
Just, gay, trans, Catholic Dex.

Just so we’re clear: the DCEU fans aren’t trying to force anyone to like it. I think I speak for most of us when I say that I personally don’t give a fuck if someone likes it or not. We all have our opinion and that’s fine. What we want is to enjoy it in peace without someone coming in and say how much they hate it, how much it sucks, how deluded we are. We want to be able to do a positivity post without someone interrupting it with their hate. You hate the DCEU? Do your own posts and tag them as “anti dceu”, “dceu negativity” or anything that makes the subject perfectly clear. Just stay away from our posts. Let us enjoy what we enjoy. Just stay in your fucking lane! That’s all we ask.

12 PROMISES TO MAKE TO YOURSELF
  • To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.
  • To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.
  • To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.
  • To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.
  • To think only the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best.
  • To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.
  • To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
  • To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.
  • To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.
  • To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
  • To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words but great deeds.
  • To live in faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you.

Author: Christian D. Larson

“Promise Yourself

To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words but great deeds.
To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you.”

—  Christian D. Larson (Your Forces and How to Use Them)

anonymous asked:

Part 5- And last but definitely not least, suga being the right-hand man to namjoon, he handles all the business side of things and makes sure that namjoons plans go smoothly, but also being ruthless with namjoon towards those that threat their members. And that's all I got 🤔😅 holy crap I'm super sorry on how many messages I sent, I just needed to share and that is all - hyper anon

Originally posted by vminv

Jimin // Jungkook // Suga // V // Rap Monster

I GOT ALL YOUR OTHER MESSAGES AND WILL USE THEM WELL THANK YOU FOR SENDING THEM IN BUT FOR RIGHT NOW I’M FOCUSING ON YOONGI!!! HERE WE GO

Words: 2677

You turned the key in the lock to Yoongi’s house, slowly opening the door and expecting to see him lying somewhere, asleep, or worse, not asleep. He’d been gone two weeks oversea’s for work Namjoon had forced him to scout out. Of course, you’d been worried the whole time, unable to call or even text him. The most you’d said to him was over a sad messaging system which restricted to 200 letters a message and wouldn’t allow emoji’s to portray your feelings and jokes. At least it allowed pictures, or else you would’ve just accepted him ignoring you for the whole time he was away.

You’d sent him a generous amount of pictures the whole time he’d been gone, teasing him to no end and driving him insane. Yoongi would definitely jump you if he wasn’t so drained. You knew he probably wouldn’t have eaten a home cooked meal since the day before he left, so you supplied yourself before trucking over to his place.

You stopped dead in your tracks, taking the sight of his house in before you. Jackets and shoes were spewed all over the floor at the front door, causing you to almost trip and fall. That wasn’t even the worst of it. 

Walking in deeper to the pit of hell, you spotted guns shucked onto the floor along with hundreds of either ripped or crumpled papers. His laptop was open on the table, but the screen was black. There was dim lighting only from the kitchen, where you dropped your bags off.

A voice rung from the back of the house, where Yoongi’s office was located. You began to drift toward the room, listening to the voices that rung with nothing other than aggravation.

“But Yoongi-” a voice cut in, causing a loud smack against something that sounded like wood to cut in.

“I didn’t tell you to talk, did I? No. Now shut the fuck up before I tell Namjoon you had an accident back in America.”

“Right…” The other voice trailed off, falling silent altogether. You leaned your ear up to the door, wondering how exactly your sweet boyfriend could turn into something other than just that- sweet.

“Anyway, a few of us are going to have to go to Busan and teach that kid a lesson. Put a bullet through his skull and leave it at that, get it? Figure out who’ll do it, I’m fucking tired.”

“Yoongi,” another voice chimed in, and you knew it was Taehyung. “Shouldn’t it be Jimin and Seokjin to go?”

“You think I’m going to send the best sniper and our poison expert go there to die? Nobody else knows the human body better than Jin so no way in hell am I sending those dumb asses out, especially alone. Taehyung, shut up.” His voice was less harsh than before, hinted with the affection Yoongi held for the younger boy. “You and Hoseok will go, Taehyung. Jungkook’s to amateur to be excellent at pick pocket like you, and he’d just weigh Hoseok down. This is too big to fuck up, so I need the both of you to succeed. I’ll pay you each 25% of whatever you find there, maybe more if I feel you deserve it. Now here-”

You began to pull away from the door, wondering if you should’ve heard any of the things you just had. Of course you shouldn’t have, but Yoongi told you everything anyway. You knew there was things he hid from you, which you were alright with, and this was no exception. He was just working, which was how he usually spent his days.

Right as you began to pull away from the door, it snapped open. You were met by a tired looking Yoongi holding the bridge of his nose and lightly massaging it. Upon spotting you, his eyes grew wide and he shoved you out the door.

“Keep making up a plan with the map I gave you.” Yoongi snapped, slamming the wood shut so nobody would see you. His arms seized your shoulders, pushing you towards the bathroom with an expression that read why-are-you-here?-you-definitely-shouldn’t-be-here.

“Yoongi, I-”

“If anyone saw you they would’ve shot you.” His voice was hushed as he closed the bathroom door and clicked the lock shut. His eyes hungrily met yours holding you against the sink. Yoongi’s shoulders were hunched slightly, and his button down shirt wrinkled. The slacks he wore were slightly stained with hints of red- blood

“I…” you cut yourself off. “Sorry…”

His eyes softened at your words, before engulfing you. Yoongi’s fingers tangled in your hair, while the other hand held your shoulder tightly to his chest. Your head laid against his shoulder, mind racing with thoughts of how exactly he still managed to be more put together than you even in a state such as this.

“I’m going to kick them out, okay? I need my reward for being alive still.”

“What?” You feel him begin letting you go, before placing a finger to his lips. Yoongi disappears back to the room, and you could hear him yelling for all the people to scatter. Yoongi returned, taking your hand and gently guiding you towards his bedroom, where the door hung wide open now.

“I brought food…Shouldn’t we clean up your place?”

“I’m tired.” His response was dull, but Yoongi’s hand tightened around yours. He began to unbutton his shirt, throwing it aside without a second glance and climbing on the bed. His room seemed to be the only tidy space in his house, and you made a mental note to begin cleaning once he was fast asleep. It was the least you could do to make his life a little easier.

You crawled after him on the bed, picking up the covers and draping them over his body before letting Yoongi wrap his arms around you. He was never like this, unless something was on his mind.

“Yoongi, what happened? You should’ve kicked me out. Namjoon will be-”

“I’m scared,” his voice was merely a breath, but it still caught your full attention. You sighed, bringing your hand up and down his back in comforting ways. His hands were shaking.

“Why?” You murmured lightly, and he shook his head against your chest.

“He knows about us…” Yoongi’s voice was quiet, and it still cracked with uncertainty.

“Who?” You were uncertain who he was speaking of, but a sense of dread filled you. His arms tightened around you, before Yoongi met your eyes.

“Namjoon found out who you were without even trying. He knows where you live, your birthday and even where you work. He told me I’m not being secretive enough with you, that anyone would be able to find you and…”

“And?” You kept on, wondering if you even wanted to know.

“Kill you.” His voice broke off, before getting up abruptly. His whole body was rigid as he stood up. He went over to his dresser, hitting his foot against it violently. You knew why his entire house was trashed, now.

“Yoongi, stop.” Your voice was as calm as it could be, but still wavered. He didn’t, anger overflowing around him and causing him to knock a lamp over onto the floor. It shattered loudly.

“Yoongi!” You sat up as well, going over and wrapping your arms around his back. His arms were pinned to his sides now, and for a moment, he calmed. His breathing was ragged despite barely moving, and you knew he was over working himself to the point beyond exhaustion.

“I don’t care if Namjoon knows, he won’t do anything, you know that. Nobody will find me, Yoongi…I’ll be fine as long as I’m with you.”

He didn’t respond, but faltered in return. You took it upon yourself to brush your lips against Yoongi;s back, placing your warm cheek against him and sighing loudly. He unpinned both of your arms and turned around.

“You don’t care?” He sounded unpleasantly disbelieving of you, making you shake your head.

“That’s not it. Namjoon already knew you were with me, so he just made them follow me around. Yoongi, everyone’s too scared of you to do anything. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Why are you so stubborn? Didn’t you hear me tell you I was scared? There’s no way in hell I’m letting you out of my sight anymore. You have to move in with me and call whenever you go out. I’ll pick you up from work and take you there. Hold on…” He trailed off, reaching into one of his dresser drawers and pulling out a small bottle. Pepper spray? “Carry this with you.”

“Honestly…” You snorted, gently pushing his hand down. Yoongi was entirely serious, you could tell just by the way his lips were firmly pressed into a pout that made him look young, childish. “I don’t need it. I also won’t move in with you if this is the way you keep your house.”

He stomped his foot, throwing the bottle onto the bed. “You know I don’t keep it like this! Baby, let’s go get your stuff. Just some clothes right now, okay?”

“No,” your voice was firm, and you crossed your arms tightly across your chest.

“What do you mean, no? I’m not letting you leave.”

“I’m staying here to watch you sleep for a good 13 hours. After you wake up, I’m going to make you food and then we’ll go get my stuff. Better go to sleep, now.”

His eyes flashed for a moment, before a small smile met his lips. He crossed his arms as well, before leaning down and brushing his soft lips against your forehead. Once Yoongi pulled away from you, your hands snaked around his shoulders and pulled him in for a real kiss. The first real kiss you’d both shared since he left. It was a simple kiss, slow, long kissing that left the both of you breathless. It was Yoongi who pulled away again, holding you at arms length with glistening lips.

“I’ll kiss you more when I wake up.” His fingers seemed to be cutting into your shoulders by how hard he was holding you. It seemed as if he was restricting himself more, and you nodded to yourself.

Yoongi laid down in his bed, pulling you along with him. He probably guessed you’d get up after he fell asleep, so he only placed his hand gingerly on your hip. The both of you laid there for awhile, but you didn’t fall asleep.

Yoongi was lights out after a few minutes of shutting his eyes, but you wanted to be there longer with him. His mouth hung open slightly, while his head laid back deeply into the pillow. Your hand brushed a few strands of hair off his face, before you bent down and kisses his temple. 

Although sleeping so deeply, Yoongi stirred in his sleep and held you there. Untangling yourself, you knew he wouldn’t wake so easily, but you still did it as lightly as you could. He needed his sleep, and you needed to clean his pig sty of a house.

Over the few years of dating him, Namjoon had just found out about you. Although you knew it was something to worry about, you and Yoongi had been safe thus far. His boss wouldn’t do anything to hurt either of you, especially with Yoongi being his right hand man, and only computer hacker.

You pondered these things while walking around his house, cleaning up the scraps of paper and throwing them into the recycling bag. It seemed as though there was an endless amount of papers scattered everywhere, but once you stood up fully and took a look around, you saw you’d done a good amount so far. There was a visible dent in the layers upon layers of paper, and you were pleased.

Getting bored of cleaning you decided to begin making some food. It would still be hours before Yoongi woke up, but you were feeling a little hungry and it was fine to reheat it after he did wake up.

You ate and cleaned up the plates in the kitchen, before returning back to the dining room and resumed cleaning. It had barely been over 4 hours since Yoongi fell asleep but you were still hard at it.

Picking up one crumpled piece of paper you noticed how heavy it was. Unraveling it, you held a velvety red box that made your chest tighten. You wondered if in fact, you should open the box to see if there was anything in there. It was just to see if you could throw the box away or not, you decided. Just cleaning up…

You flicked open the box, and the door to Yoongi’s bedroom creaked open. A yawn erupted from across the room, causing you to look up from the ring sitting prettily in the box.

“Are you cleaning?” Yoongi’s voice was filled with sleep, it cracked with dryness and you snapped the box shut before standing up. In attempts to hide the ring box behind your back, you knew it was too late. Yoongi saw the box and cursed, before striding over to you and reaching behind your back to snatch it away. He failed, though.

“W-why are you awake?” You backed up, face flushing as he attempted to reach around you once more and take the box.

“I was thirsty,” his voice was flat, and you knew exactly why he had a ring in the box, and was attempting to take it away from you.

“Go back to sleep, okay?” You held out a hand, trying to keep him away from you. Yoongi’s brows furrowed, and he pinned your hand down before easily taking away the box.

“You opened it, didn’t you?” He sighed, fingering the box before propping it open with his thumb.

“No way…” You lied, looking away from the box. “I didn’t open it.”

“Liar. You’re telling me you didn’t see the ring I bought?”

“Yoong-”

“You don’t want to marry me?” He was grinning, looking down at you before picking up one of your hands and gently placing the box in it. In the new light, the ring shone. It was elegant, not too over the top. It fit both yours and Yoongi’s personality almost perfectly.

“Ask me properly…” Your voice came out as a breath. You couldn’t meet his eyes, feeling as if your lungs would burst by how hard you were holding your breath.

His fingers tickled under your chin, directing your face to his where he gave you a swift peck. You pulled away from the kiss, eyes searching his face but only seeing the soft blush that had formed along his cheeks. It was the first time you’d seen him swallow excess saliva so forcefully and fidget with the messy strands of hair sticking to his face.

“Don’t say no, okay?”

You nodded, watching as he dropped to his knee. Yoongi took a deep breath, and you let out a shaky laugh. It was the worst way to propose, the both of you knew. In a dimly lit, messy house with an only half dressed Yoongi, clumsy from sleeping for such a little time.

He looked up at you again, pure determination taking over his features before he took the box from you and plucked out the small circular metal.

“Will you…God…Will you ma…rry..marry…”

“Yoongi,” you murmured, causing him to stop talking and nod his head. “Just say it.”

“Oh, just fucking marry me.” He snapped this time, standing up and putting the ring in your hand. Oh. This was much more like the boyfriend you knew and loved. You slid the ring on your finger, inspecting it before looking at him with a smirk.

“Mm, I’ll fucking marry you.”

“Good, that means you’re stuck with me.” His voice was harsh, but it was clear he was relieved by your answer.

“Yeah,” you grinned from ear to ear. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

it’s so gross how men can’t see hookups as “two people enjoying sex” nah it’s gotta be some nasty complex shit about dominant men conquering “whores” and Using them like…. why do you have to force your weird toxic masculinity all over it…. can’t you just have some normal fun for once….

✨PSA✨

Fetuses do not have rights. They’re not sentient, they’re not conscious, they’re not self aware. Even if they did have rights, nothing would give them the right to use another person’s body without that person’s permission. Actual born human beings don’t even have that right.

That’s because of this great thing called “bodily autonomy.” Bodily autonomy is basically the right to your own body, to decide who/what uses it, for what, and for how long. It’s why you can’t be forced to donate blood or organs, etc., even if you’re dead.

Fetuses do not have this.

Pregnant people do.

So if a pregnant person does not want a fetus using their body, guess what? The fetus can’t use their body.

Even if the fetus had all these rights as well (they don’t) it wouldn’t matter. Because it’s the fetus using the pregnant person and the pregnant person has the right to deny the fetus that use. It’s the pregnant person’s bodily autonomy that matters.

Don’t give a pregnant person less rights than a corpse.

8

”- I am so sorry for what happened to your planet. I can’t imagine what that feels like. But together, we’re gonna protect this one.
- It wasn’t just my planet… We fought back. We’d known war. But not like this. White Martians had been toiling underground, building weapons of death. Fire traps. Their technology overwhelmed us. There was no honor in how they fought. They herded us into camps. I swore no matter what, I would protect my family. We would survive. But when we got through the gates, they took the women and children. Men were forced into labor. The others went to the furnace. My wife and daughters burned. I escaped. I survived. To my great shame. I will hear my family’s screams until the day I die.
- There’s no shame in surviving. If your family would have lived, you wouldn’t want them to be ashamed.

Well sadly the trip to see each other has ended today and we are both absolutely devastated… this has been the hardest one on both of us and we are both just a mess.. I don’t care who you are or what kind of relationship your in but I want you to read this even if you hate our relationship and chose to shame us for it.. read this and count your blessings…. everybody takes things for granted, but when it comes to the love of your life you have no idea how hard it is to be away from them until you are forced to say goodbye to them for a unknown amount of time.. don’t take your partner for granted, give them a hug and a kiss and tell them that you need them because I truly need my partner right now and I won’t be able to see her again for another 2 months at the least. Tell your partner you love them because you never know what will happen.. you never truly know how much you need someone until they are torn away from you…

Writing tips : the importance of hope, aka give us a reason to care

Story arises from conflict. Conflict arises from a character opposing someone / something else. Said opposition comes from the character wanting something badly and struggling to have it – that’s the core of any story.

Which means that there’s a sense of hope somewhere. No matter how dark or edgy your story may be, there should be hope for the character. Will he or she have what she wants / needs ? Stack the odds against your character from the very start, give them an opposite force to fuel them, everything to make them face and overcome their weaknesses so they’ll fulfill their goal. If their motivation is strong enough, if the stakes are high enough, we will care about the conflict. The thing is, no matter how much the character struggles, there’s still a sense of hope because without hope, the struggle becomes meaningless.

Writing something dark or planning to write a tragic ending is not an excuse to remove that sense of hope during the course of the story. If you put your character through utter hell and make it clear at one point that they were screwed from the get-go anyway, no matter how emotional it may get, no matter how much the character will fight after that, we won’t care anymore. Because although there’s conflict, although the character’s motivation makes us care for them, if there’s no hope for them to ever fulfill their goal or get out of their crapsack situation, there’s no point in them struggling against an opposite force.

And if there’s no point in struggling, the conflict becomes meaningless.

And if the conflict becomes meaningless, the story becomes nothing more than a chain of tragic events. And well, it’s needlessly depressing.