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anonymous asked:

hey so im pretty frustrated and need some advice. ive always wanted to create things for the longest time, whether it be videos, art, or a simple gif. but im just.... not good at things. i dont know how to work with any editing software and i cant draw to save a life. i feel so stuck.

Heyo!
Sweetie, let me tell you advice from my own personal experience.
You go and create everything your heart desires. Whether you know/don’t know, whether you are good or not. Because how can you get better and improve if you don’t go ahead and do it?
Find the cheapest or any free program you can use to edit, go grab any piece of paper you have. Edit and draw. It takes time to improve, to get better.
Take references, ask for advice or help. Don’t be afraid to ask.
Do what you want. If you get stuck again, take a break and find a bit of inspiration and keep going.
I believe in you, sweetie. You can do it :)! ❤❤❤✨✨✨

anonymous asked:

Hey , I was just wondering, how would Murdoc react or help his significant other through anxiety/Panic attacks ? Thank you 😊

- Seeing as to how he knows how they feel, his heart sinks in his chest when he sees you having one. It’s usually a rare feeling for him, but his heart breaks any time he sees you in the least bit of pain.
- He’s gentle approaching you, of course, but he’s not used to comforting people and he feels somewhat awkward doing so. Despite this, he’d rather feel awkward than just leave you there.
- He goes through the usual things to calm people down during these, telling you to take deep breaths and try your best to calm down. His voice is about as calm as you’ll ever get from him, it’s a whisper compared to his usual loud tone and all of the gruffness in it is gone.
- After you’ve calmed down, he’ll let you vent to him if anything specific caused it. If you decline, or after you vent, he offers to make you a drink, or cuddle if you’d like to. It’s not very often he offers you things like this, but he’d rather you feel better than keep up his tough persona.

ARIES: You want someone with fire in their eyes and passion in their teeth. You want someone who can earn your trust, someone that belongs to the raging storm in your heart. Because you are so strong, be careful not to overpower them.

TAURUS: You want someone who is honest, who has love seeping into their bones. You want someone who will communicate to you their needs and wants. Because you enjoy figuring people out, be careful, don’t try to fix them.

GEMINI: You want someone who is independent, who knows how to love themselves just as much as you love them. You want someone with beautiful wings and a daunting personality. Because you don’t like clinginess be careful, don’t lose your temper, communication is everything.

CANCER: You want someone who breathes kindness into the atmosphere with each breath. You want someone who inspires you to become more than what you already are, someone who will fight for you until they become blue in the face. Because you are clingy, be careful not to overstep any boundaries and be sure to let them know what you need.

LEO: You want someone you can work together with, someone who you can count on as though they are your favorite book. You want someone who sees intelligence and love as one, instead of seperate. Because you are so fierce and headstrong, be careful not to hurt them.

VIRGO: You want someone who you can open up to, who understands that sometimes you are reserved. Someone who will softly sing to you when you’re upset. Because you are so hardworking, be careful not to value work over love.

LIBRA: You want someone who is in sync with the earth and its core. You want someone who will jump into your heart and mind and stay for as long as you let them. Because you find it hard to tell others how you feel, be careful not to let them push you down.

SCORPIO: You want someone who clarifies their feelings for you, someone who will watch clouds pass by with you. You want someone who has an infinite joy ringing in their heart. Because you are so indifferent, you sometimes go with the option the other person is presenting; be careful not to let them persuade you into doing something you don’t want to do.

SAGITTARIUS: You want someone who is headstrong. Someone who you will listen to you speak of your day’s adventures and who has an open mind, you want someone who is analytical and mature. Because you are independent and speak your mind, be careful not to argue with them, instead use the gentle touch you have stored inside.

CAPRICORN: You want someone who will laugh from their belly with you, someone who knows how to make you feel bright inside even on the days you can’t get out of bed. You want someone with open arms and a steady heart. Because you are so determined, be careful not to overanalyze their words.

AQUARIUS: You want someone who will take care of you, someone who has large dreams and will share them with you. Someone who understands your dark sense of humor. Because you can become detached, be careful not to spend too much time with your thoughts.

PISCES: You want someone you can explore each day with, someone whose heart is large like yours. You want someone who can serenade you with the sound of their voice. Because you are so empathetic, be careful, don’t let their heavy emotions impact you negatively.

—  what the signs want and what to be aware of as they continue to grow throughout years to come
Do you know what pisses me off the most about the dreaded “Autism Moms”?

Let me tell you, as an autistic adult who also was a main caregiver for an autistic boy (my brother). 

For the record:  I swear that if you use this post to say autism makes people violent and abusive, I will send 12,000 angry geese to flock in your bedroom and destroy every item that you treasure the most. AND I will eat the leftovers you had planned on eating for lunch tomorrow. Don’t you fuckin dare miss the point of this post. 


Listen up. I got a story for you.


Bit of background first.


My boy, my little hobbit, was born when I was ten years old. My mother left him alone with my grandparents and me. She legit abandoned him. 

My grandparents weren’t sure they could take him in. 
I begged. I pleaded. I asked as hard as I could to let us keep him and not give him back to my mother. 

Of course, they said yes. 

I dutifully became the protective older sister.


I would bathe him up until the week I left for college. I measured his medications and crushed them into his favorite yogurt. Blue, if you were curious.I made sure his food was perfect - french fries made just like he wanted, a chicken fry sandwich complete with his favorite McDonald’s sauce we bought in bulk.  
I went to his speech and occupational therapies several times a week, and practiced the things he learned. I went with him to his first day of school.

I even did a middle school project all about autism (which I am slightly embarrassed about, as I mentioned A$ in it ugh). I read all the autism books a 12 year old could find, and immersed myself in the Vanderbilt paperwork. I delved into the world of IEPs, visual schedules, and basic sign language.

And now, I’m still sending them resources and information on medications, papers for teachers, and going over doctor notes for him - despite being six hours away. 

(Of course, I was an undiagnosed autistic girl who also needed quiet. When I wasn’t needed to do these things, I was often in my room away from the loud television and people. I wasn’t a perfect caregiver, but I did do a lot.)

All of that to say: yeah, it wasn’t easy. But since when is raising a kid ever easy? I started looking after this boy when I was ten years old.

But here’s what infuriates me.

I read all the time about these autism moms who complain about how terrible their lives are. They say they’re afraid of being hurt and their lives are destroyed. Some even talk about killing their kids.


You know what?

Yeah, I got hurt by him or when helping him. I got bit, scratched, hit, and everything else. Usually it was just him being frustrated over lack of communicating his needs, so I was rarely angry. 
I ran after him when he went out the door straight for a lawnmower and I fell to the concrete. I grabbed him right before he ran into a street and ended up with my arm covered in blood.

I was kicked in the head and given a traumatic brain injury that requires me to now use a cane, and has caused a ton of nervous system issues. I even use a wheelchair part-time due to another condition that occurred afterwards. I’m only 20, and my health is pretty comparable to someone with congestive heart failure.

And you know what? 

I never in a million years thought about hurting my little brother.


I still don’t blame him. He was often overwhelmed, and had meltdowns. As an autistic person myself, I understood it - even if I didn’t know I was autistic at the time. (I suspected, but was too focused on other things.) 
I don’t know if I’ll ever get better health-wise, and that’s okay. I don’t know if I’ll get to run and dance again, or if there’s worse effects to come. It’s just what it is, and I’ve accepted that. 

He’s a child. It’s not his fault. He once asked me if it was, and I hugged him tight and said absolutely not. 

I say all this not to demonstrate how violent autistic people can be, but to demonstrate that I get where these autism moms are coming from.

  Again, for the record, autistic people are far more likely to be abused and assaulted. 

Remember how I said  I get where they’re coming from?

Yeah, that’s still not an excuse to be harmful toward your child. Ever.


You don’t give your babies bleach, shock them, or starve them. You don’t talk about them as if they’re literally a death sentence for you. And you sure as hell don’t want to murder your little ones. 

And if you literally want to kill your kid, if you would rather have a dead child than an autistic one, I have news for you.

You don’t deserve that child, and you better back up and understand this.


You autism moms need to stop. You need to listen. 


Your kids are going through a world that wants to “cure” them, force them into suffering so they can look “normal.” Your kids are going to spend their entire lives dealing with a world that is hostile to them. People try to assimilate us to save their own pride, at the expense of our own comfort and stability. 
Your kid is going to go through life being told that they should be literally “treated” with electroshock therapy because of their neurology. They’re going to be told that they shouldn’t reproduce. They’re going to be told that they’re not worth having space in this world. Your kid is going to grow up one day, and they’re going to hear this and internalize it. 

I know that, because that’s what I hear every day. 

You say it’s so hard to have an autistic kid?

Well, of course it is. But you know what?

Kids are hard.
They’re going to kick, hit, pinch, and everything else. Even neurotypical kids do that. I don’t know a single kid who hasn’t bit their caregiver or thrown something when grumpy. 
(I’ll say it again for those in the back: autistic kids are way way way more likely to be abused and hurt.)

When you have a kid, you sign up for this. You love that little one unconditionally, you protect them with all your heart. You give them support. You love that child even if they have a disability, especially when they have a disability.

You teach them that they are allowed to exist, that they are just as valuable and needed in this world like anyone else. We need all the neurodiversity in this world we can get. 

You teach your child that they’re not a burden. You teach them how to say no and that autonomy is often more important than compliance. You teach them that you love them, and that they will always have someone in their corner to back them up when times are tough.


I don’t care how hard you think it is raise an autistic child.

Trust me, I know full well it’s hard. Parenting is hard. It’s not easy, and it’s not always roses and fluffy kittens. That has nothing to do with having an autistic kid; that’s just a fact of life. 

The fear of getting hurt is valid. I can attest to that, and I don’t think I can downplay that. But that behavior is communication, and you have to learn how to read it. I did. You have to fight for better supports, for ways to make it easier on your kid - and by doing this, easier for you too. 


Sure, it’s hard.

But you know what? Your kid’s going to have it much harder. 

Interviewing your Crystals

This is a fairly simple spread that I came up with after buying some new crystals and not really knowing what to do with them. This is just one of the many ways you can get to know your crystals and find out how to put them to good use!

1. What are your energies?
I consider this to explain the overall ‘personality’ of the crystal. If you aren’t great at sensing energy, or can’t get a fix on the energy, this could help you.

2. What can you heal/cleanse?
So many people use crystals for healing and cleansing themselves, spaces, etc. Consider this the form of cleaning your crystal is best at.

3. In what ways can you fit into my practice?
There are so many hundreds of ways to use crystals! If you like to have specific crystals for specific things, this will help a lot.

4. What lessons can be learned from you?
Meditating and scrying with crystals can show you many things, and sometimes there are lessons to be learned. There might be a specific message this crystal wishes to get across. 

As an added note, you can also use the first card to figure out what the crystal’s associations might be (that is if you’re like me and don’t always feel like common crystal associations fit 100% of the time).

Feel free to tag me or let me know how this spread works! It worked pretty well for me, and I’d love to see what other people think!!!

Rick’s savage monologue from the new episode - 

 “I took YOUR family? Who do think had more taken from them when you shot 20cc’s of liquid dream killer into my daughter? She was Rick’s daughter Jerry! She had options! That all ended because she felt sorry for you. You act like prey but you’re a predator.  You use pity to lure in your victims - it’s how you survive! I survive because I know everything, that snake survives because children wander off and you survive because people think ‘Oh this poor piece of shit he never gets a break, I can’t stand the deafening sound of wails from his wilting soul, I guess I’ll hire him or MARRY him!’“

I love that Rick finally let Jerry have it. Because DAMN! 

married part 5- h.s imagine

you can read part 4 here

You let out a scream as you ran around in the kitchen. Lucas turned the corner, laughing as he chased you. You panicked as you realized you hit a dead end. Lucas smirked as he inched closer to you. “Where you gonna go now, babe?”

You crossed your arm and gave a pout. “Not fair. You always win.” Lucas gave a chuckle as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer against him. “I won a long time ago.”

Your cheeks blushed as you tilted your head up to connect your lips together with Lucas.

After your birthday last year, you vowed to get over Harry. You couldn’t pine after him anymore. It wasn’t fair to you or his marriage. Moving on from Harry was definitely a struggle and occasionally your mind would drift off to see how he was doing. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t miss him because you did. Harry’s made no effort to contact you. You couldn’t blame him though. You knew that if he found out your feelings for him, your friendship would somehow fall apart and sure enough, it did.

You’ve been with Lucas for about three months now. You guys rekindled when you accidentally ran into him at the store. You apologized for never getting back in touch with him after your first date and the rest is history. Lucas was sweet. He was really sweet. Sometimes when you were with him, you didn’t think about Harry.

You pulled away from Lucas as your phone started to ring. Lucas let out a groan as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Ignore it.”

You chuckled as you pulled out your phone from your back pocket. You immediately knew who was calling without even having to look at the caller ID. “Niall’s being a little groomzilla. If I ignore him, I’m pretty sure he’ll find a way to hunt me down.”

Lucas rolled his eyes playfully before he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “It’s so hard when everyone wants to take my girl away from me” he joked before leaving you alone to answer the call.

You shook your head as you let out a chuckle before you answered your phone. “What’s wrong now, Niall?”

“The seating arrangement is all wrong!” Niall yelled from the other side, frustration laced in his voice.

You pulled your phone back from your ear, wincing at Niall’s booming voice. “Listen Horan, you better watch your tone with me or I won’t help with the wedding anymore!”

Niall gulped. “I’m sorry. Can you please help with the seating arrangement?” Niall begged into the phone. You smirked as you mentally praised yourself for having Niall wrapped around your finger. “I’ll be over soon.”


Since you and Harry cut ties, you and Niall have become closer. He was your blessing in disguise. You could never thank Niall enough for being there for you when you just really needed a shoulder to cry on. Niall managed to find a girl that was head over heels for him. He was absolutely in love with her. You would like to say you thought Niall marrying someone he’s only known for less than a year was absolutely crazy but you couldn’t. Emma was perfect for Niall. When you first met her, she welcomed you with open arms and you could see how much love Niall had for her. You knew in your heart that they were perfect for each other.

Niall sighed out of relief when he opened the door. His hair was a mess from the amount of times he’s run his hands through it out of frustration. “Niall, I see you’re looking as beautiful as ever.” you chuckled as you stepped into his apartment. You gave a quick hug to Emma who was sitting in the kitchen.

Niall quickly brought out a giant piece of paper. It was like some sort of blue print. It had circles drawn on it to represent the tables, a square to represent the dance floor, a rectangle to represent where the DJ was gonna be. It was the nightmare of every wedding. Niall sighed as he placed the paper in front of you. “We need your help deciding where to put who.” Niall explained.

Emma shrugged her shoulders as she took a sip of wine. “I say we let everyone sit where they’d like to. Who cares about assigned seating?” Niall placed his hand on his forehead before he smiled sweetly. “I told you, honey. If everyone decided to sit where they wanted to then it’ll be a big mess. Each table seats 10 people. What if someone wants to sit at a table that already has 10 people sitting there? They can’t just pull up a chair as they please cause that’ll mean one table will only have 9 guests. We are having assigned seats!”

You and Emma both looked at each other with wide eyes from Niall’s outburst. His breathing was hard as he stared at a sheet with everyone’s name on it. You cleared your throat, “I may need a glass of wine myself for this.”

You looked at who was next on the guest sheet. “Oh! Louis. So we can put him and Eleanor with Liam and Cheryl at table 7.” You quickly wrote Louis’s and Eleanor’s name down on the blue print. Niall nodded as he took a swig of his beer. “Make sure you write Freddie’s and Bear’s name down as well.” You nodded as you began to write. “Who’s next on the list?”

Emma grabbed the guest sheet. “Harry-” Emma paused, her eyes widening a bit as she cleared her throat. “Styles…” Niall and Emma stared at you with weary eyes. Emma’s met Harry a couple of times and she loved him. She thought he was the absolute gentleman and she couldn’t believe what happened between you and him. She never knew Harry was capable of such heartbreak.

Your eyes remained focused on the blue print. You tried to remain unfazed, “Ok. Let’s put him and Kimberly at table 7 as well.” You began to write Harry’s name down before Niall cleared his throat. “Actually Y/N. Kimberly isn’t attending the wedding.”

You sighed as you placed your pencil down. You smiled softly at Emma and Niall sitting in front of you. “It’s sweet of you guys to not invite her but I’ll be fine. Besides, I think Harry would be pretty upset knowing he couldn’t bring his own wife.”

Emma looked at her fiancé. Her eyes telling him to tell you the news they recently got. Niall nodded, he turned back to you. “Harry and Kimberly filed for a divorce last month, Y/N.” You let out a small gasp before Emma explained, “He told us two weeks ago when we met for dinner.”

Your eyes were staring at Harry’s name written down on the blue print in front of him. Your eyes softened as you thought about Harry was feeling all about this. For as long as you knew Harry, you knew how he looked down at getting a divorce. Coming from divorced parents himself, he always saw divorce as giving up. You quickly shook your head, grabbing your pencil again. “That’s unfortunate to hear. Who’s next on the list?”

Emma came around the kitchen counter and placed her hand on your arm softly. “Do you want to talk about it?” Niall nodded his head, reaching across the counter to place his hand on top of yours. “We’re here for you, Y/N.”

You smiled softly as you looked between the couple. “I’m fine, you guys. I promise.” You looked down. “It’s unfortunate Harry has to go through this. And I wish him nothing but the best.” You looked up at the couple. “Now who’s next?”

Emma and Niall exchanged a worried look before Niall sighed as he looked at the list. “Rory…Rory’s next.”


You sighed as you stared at your reflection in front of you. You ran your hands over your dress and smiled as you remembered the last time you wore this dress.

You thanked Harry as he handed you a glass of punch. Harry sat down on the chair next to you as he took in the scene around him. You and Harry went back to Holmes Chapel to celebrate Anne’s birthday. The backyard was filled with family and friends. The sun was about to set, fairy lights hung and music playing in the background. You laughed as you saw the younger kids dancing on the dance floor in the middle of the yard. Harry grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on top of it. “I’m really happy you’re here, Y/N.”

You could feel your cheeks burning slightly as your eyes softened. “Of course, H. I would never miss Anne’s birthday. I adore her.”

Harry’s mouth opened to say something before one of your favorite songs bounced off the speakers. Harry instantly noticed the way your eyes sparkled and your smile widened as the “Photograph” started to play. Harry stood up and held his hand out to you. “May I have this dance?”

You giggled as you stood up, grabbing Harry’s hand. He led the two of you to the middle of the dance floor. You placed your arms around his neck as he placed his around your waist. Harry’s eyes were staring at you intently. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Harry whispered. You smiled as you looked down at your feet. “Shut up you goof.”

Harry smiled, placing his hand on your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. “You’re gorgeous, Y/N.”

You were interrupted by your thoughts as Lucas knocked on your door. “Are you ready, babe?” You grabbed your purse before you looked at your reflection once again. “Ready.” you whispered.

As the car was taking you and Lucas to where Niall’s and Emma’s rehearsal dinner was being held, your foot was tapping anxiously. You could feel your palms becoming sweaty as you inched closer and closer to the restaurant. Lucas placed his hand on your thigh. “Are you alright?”

You smiled nervously while shaking your head. “I’m fine.”

You weren’t. In a couple of minutes, you were going to be in the same room as Harry. You were going to finally see him after a year of cutting ties with each other. Would he say something to you? Should you say something to him? Was he going to bring up what happened that night? Is he going to talk about Kimberly?

As the car halted outside of the restaurant, you could feel yourself becoming nauseous. The restaurant looked great. It was closed for the event. You smiled at the small decorations scattered around the room. There were pictures of Niall and Emma throughout their relationship. Lucas gently kissed your cheek, “Good call on the photos.”

You let out a small shrug as you smiled. A slightly tipsy Niall and a sober Emma walked up to you and Lucas.

“Y/N!” the couple to be shouted, pulling you into a hug. You laughed as you hugged both of them. Emma leaned back. “Oh Y/N. We can’t thank you enough for helping with everything. I can sleep well tonight knowing everything is taken care of because of you.”

Niall nodded his head rapidly. “You were pretty much our wedding planner. Please. Let us pay you a little something for all the handwork you did.” He began to grab his wallet out of his pocket. You swatted at Niall’s arm, giving them a scowl.

“No! I could never take your money!” Niall was about to argue before you continued. “Niall, you’ve helped me so much for the past year. I can’t thank you enough. So think of this as me repaying you.” Niall’s eyes softened. He pulled you into another hug. “I told you everything would get better eventually” he whispered as he recalled the words he would say to you repeatedly during your falling out with Harry. You smiled as you squeezed Niall tighter in the hug. You pulled away and gave another hug to Emma.

The couple promised to meet with you and Lucas again before they went around to mingle with all of their friends and family. Lucas placed his hand on your waist. “I’m going to get us something to drink.” He said before he placed a kiss on your cheek and walking away.

As soon as Lucas walked away, you suddenly felt cold. You could feel eyes burning at the back of your head. You turned around slowly to see Harry standing across the room. He was staring at you with sadness in his eyes. You let out a shiver as it was the same look he gave you that night. You shook your head as you turned back around. You quickly walked away, wanting to get as far as you possibly could. You stepped out onto the restaurant patio. You let out a deep breath as you ran your hand through your hair.

“Y/N…”

You spun around to see Harry standing in front of you. You closed your eyes briefly, “Harry.”

Harry’s eyes softened as he took you in. “It’s so nice to see you again. You look beautiful.” You shook your head. You quickly murmured, “I can’t do this” before you pushed past Harry to go back inside.

“Are you happy?”

You halted as you turned back around. “What?”

Harry walked closer. “With him? Are you happy?” You looked at the ground before Harry continued, “Cause I’m a bloody mess without you.”

Your eyes filled with anger as you stepped closer to Harry. You poked him in the chest. “No! You can’t say things like that! You’re married!” Harry grabbed your hand, “I filed for a divorce!” Harry sighed as he glanced down before his eyes met yours. “What happened that night absolutely wrecked me, Y/N. For the rest of my life, I will always regret that night. I missed your fucking birthday, Y/N. I’ve never felt so disgusted with myself. I tried moving on. I tried being the best husband I could possibly could to Kimberly but I couldn’t. You! You were on my mind constantly! I couldn’t do a single thing without thinking about you! All I could see was you crying. All I could see was how much I hurt you. I will never be able to forgive myself. But Y/N. I fucking love you.”

By the end of Harry’s speech, the two of you had tears in your eyes. Harry wiped your eyes before he whispered, “I love you, Y/N.”

Harry’s eyes glanced between your eyes and lips. Suddenly he placed his lips on yours.


thank you guys so much for 2k followers! i created this blog because people like @harry-writings and @permanentcross & so much other amazing writers INSPIRED me to write things of my own! whenever i read something they wrote, i would remain in awe. i would constantly refresh their pages to see if they updated. knowing that people are doing the same to my own writing and even asking me for advice for their own blog makes me so…happy. and just so grateful. i love each and every one of you. THANK YOU ALL. 

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Audipo 

iOS | Android

  • if you record your classes this one’s so great.
  • Allows you to change the speed of the recording.
  • Remembers where you left off which is great if you can’t listen to the whole thing at once.
  • Lets you change the time of the rewind button so you don’t have to go with the standard 30 seconds.

Anki 

iOS | Android

  • Allows you to easily make and format flashcards.
  • You can download premade decks about the topics you’re studying.
  • Let’s be honest, you’re way more likely to revise or make flashcards if they’re on your phone.

Forest (Studyblr Classic ™)

iOS | Android

  • You plant a tree and if you touch your phone during the time it takes for it to grow, it dies.
  • You can whitelist apps you need for studying dw.
  • You get coins for the time you focus with which you can
    • Buy different kinds of trees
    • Buy ambient sounds
    • Plant a real life tree(!!!)
  • You can compete with all your friends or on a global scale.

Habitica

iOS | Android

  • Like an RPG in which you level up by completing tasks.
  • Specially great for daily tasks.
  • Every time you do a habit or a daily, it levels up by changing color.
  • You get coins to buy stuff for your avatar!
  • You can join a party and do quests, which you complete by doing your tasks.
  • You lose health if you fail to do a daily.
  • And you damage your party’s other members if you fail to do your dailies during a boss battle (really motivating!).

@Voice

Android (soz no iOS version. Let us know if there’s a similar one though)

  • Reads digital notes and any other PDFs when you don’t feel like doing it yourself.
  • You can adjust the pitch, speed and choose between different voices.
  • Specially great for reading along with it and getting that visual + auditory learning all at once.

What about you, what are your favorite apps for school?

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Meeting someone at the wrong time is the saddest thing I have ever come to comprehend. There is this unfathomable pain rooted deep in knowing that you have to let go to continue growth separately when in your heart, you just know- you know that since the first day you were both put on this planet, you must have been two seeds planted right next to each other, the crossing of roots inevitable because what else could explain how you see the world almost identically? What else could explain how when it rains on the other, you feel it too? And it is for these exact reasons I know that us meeting was not a coincidence; we will meet again someday when we have bloomed a little stronger in order to maximise eachother’s growth.
—  Farewell for now, my flower.
Laundry Day (M)

word count: 5k

genre: smut; domestic au

pairing: reader/jeongguk

warning(s)/kink(s): dry humping, clothed sex, dirty talk, swearing, fantasizing, slight nipple play, teasing

summary: jeongguk always pioneered one household chore: laundry. now why he had such an affinity for it, you had no idea. that is, until you come home and he lost track of time, causing you to stumble upon him in the midst of something strange and yet altogether intriguing.

music: work out - j.cole ; touchin’, lovin’ - trey songz ft. nicki minaj 

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Things I want to say to each of the signs

Aries: you’re a much better friend than you let yourself think.

Taurus: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I want to be you but I also just love that I get to be your friend.

Gemini: I don’t even know what you’re doing with your life.

Cancer: I miss you so much!! You’re awesome. I hope you know that.

Leo: You’re cool but also kind of annoying. I love you anyway though :)

Virgo: you’re too good for this world. How do you not see your potential?

Libra: you have to forgive yourself. Besides, I love you and that’s all that matters.

Scorpio: let go. Whatever it is, take a breath, and get rid of whatever is holding you back.

Sagittarius: get over yourself. Not everything is about you, even if it feels like it is.

Capricorn: be careful of what you say. It sticks with people, so make sure it’s something nice.

Aquarius: you have to figure yourself out before roping anyone else in to your fantasy world.

Pisces: What happened to the person I use to know? People change… but not this much.

Hermione: If we’re playing truth or dare, then we should at least make it interesting…

Ron: Hermione! But that’s – Where did you get that?

Hermione: Slughorn’s office.

Draco: Who would’ve though Granger would have a penchant for breaking the rules?

Pansy: Literally anybody who’s been paying attention the last seven years.

Draco: And we all know you’ve been paying very close attention, Pansy.

Pansy: Watch it.

Hermione: So, who’s game?

Harry: I am.

Draco: I am too.

Pansy: You’re going to regret that.

Hermione: To keep it fair, I think we should randomly choose –

Pansy: I’ll go first. Draco darling, truth or dare?

Draco: Tru – dare.

Pansy: I dare you to admit to the whole room how you feel about Harry Potter.

Draco: But that’s truth. Isn’t that cheating!?

Hermione: Well, I don’t know if –

Harry: Technically, it’s still a dare.

Draco: I’m not going to –

Ron: Why don’t you want to tell us?

Harry: Don’t tell me you’re chicken, Malfoy?

Draco: I’m not – I’m not – I’m –

Harry: The veritaserum won’t let you lie.

Draco: I’m chicken.

Harry: Why?

Draco: That wasn’t the dare.

Harry: Then complete the dare.

Draco: I don’t – I can’t – This isn’t fair.

Pansy: Don’t keep us waiting, Draco.

Draco: Shut up Pansy. I’ll do it.

Harry: Yes?

Draco: I love him.

Pansy: Louder, darling. He can’t hear you.

Draco: I LOVE HIM.

Harry: Oh.

Ron: Bloody Hell.

Hermione: I knew the veritaserum was a good idea.

Draco: My turn. Pansy, truth or dare. Oh wait, it doesn’t matter. I dare you to tell everyone how you feel about Hermione Granger.

Pansy: Fuck.

header graphic by @squirrellygirlart || @miraculousblackout

Let’s talk about reposting, shall we? c:

I’m a little late to the party because I’m a dumdum who thought this was in August, but here we go. Long post ahead.

Funnily enough (or not), because I was late to join this protest, I posted a comic celebrating a follower milestone during the blackout and barely 2 HOURS later, it got reposted on Instagram. I kid you not:

(if you can’t see it, I posted mine 20 hours ago, and the repost was made 19 hours ago)

Anyway, this really puts a bad taste in my mouth. Not only was my work reposted almost immediately after it was made, it was also by someone who doesn’t even follow me AND they even changed up the caption for their own, thereby erasing my message for the comic I made.

I feel really disrespected as a creator. I made that comic to thank my followers, and right off the bat someone who is not even following me goes on and snatches it up.

The intent to repost this before anyone else was clear. Not once have I received a message asking for permission. It’s like… nobody cared to ask me first? It’s okay as long as they slap my name on the description like “lairep on tumblr made this”? Haha. no

Did they directly link the original post? Did they directly link my blog? No. And let’s be real, who’s even going to bother manually typing my name on the searchbar to go to my blog to see more of my posts when they can easily find them on some reposter’s account? Just giving the name is not enough credit. Just giving a name is not enough “exposure” or whatever new excuse a reposter has for doing it.

I’m not asking for much. Just don’t make me feel this way. Like I don’t matter besides providing content for you to peruse as you please. I do this for fun and I enjoy sharing, but I have the right to share in however way I want to. I’m the one making it, not you.

It took me a lot of courage to even start posting anything at all, because I’ve had previous experience of art theft that drove me from drawing and sharing for years… and if this goes on—- let’s just say I don’t want a repeat of that. I want to share, I want to make content, so please don’t do things that would make me want to stop.

Please don’t make other creators feel this way. Let creators feel like they matter. That you appreciate them. That you want them to keep making content you and others would enjoy. Make them feel the joy they give you with their posts. Make them feel like staying in the fandom instead of leaving.

Don’t steal, don’t repost. At the very least, drop a line to ask permission. It’s not hard to click links and type words. Even just to show you respect them as a person. It’ll be worth it, I promise. c:

This has been a long post (and I haven’t even touched on PLAGIARISM), but I had to say my piece. I fully support this blackout for me, my friends, and for other creators who are dealing with this kind of thing every. freaking. day.

Edit: Accidentally posted early instead of drafting, but I wanted to say I love all you artists/writers out there who bring joy and angst to the fandom and I hope you continue doing the thing c: I support you against all thieves, reposters, and plagiarizers. 

If Planets Could Talk to You About Life

Mars: Life is rough, but hey, you’ve got me to help you through it. Just keep going in my direction.

Venus: I agree with Mars, life is often rough, but I’m here to help you find the parts of it that aren’t so rough.

Mercury: Let’s take a look at life, observe what’s going on around us so we know what to do.

Moon: Life is scary, but as long as you keep me close it won’t feel so bad.

Sun: When life gets rough, you can always fall back on me. I’ll remind you why you’re alive.

Ceres: C’mon now, we need to take care of life so it’s not rough later.

Juno: Here’s a part of your life that you should let somebody else handle. It’s not something you need to do.

Jupiter: Life is an adventure, it’s up to you to find out how to explore it all.

Saturn: Yes, I know life has its limitations, but you never learn if you always do everything right the first time. Failure is what makes achievement worthwhile.

Uranus: Limitations are for squares, there’s something else you can do to get around them.

Neptune: Life in the real world might get scary, but there’s always another world you can go to for a bit if it becomes too much.

Pluto: No easy way to say this, life can get hard. Really hard. You have to get harder when it does.

Harry Hook - Salty Kisses

Originally posted by heather-l-wood

Just a random idea I came up with!

Feel free to send me some requests! :)

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“Why would you do that to me, Uma? I had her!”  You exclaimed, your words dripping in venom as you pushed through the doors of Ursulas Fish and Chips and threw yourself into one of the booths. 

“You and I both know you had nothing on her, Y/N.” Uma persisted, not even giving you a look as she made her way past you. “You’re too emotionally attached.” 

You gave Uma a daring glare, your eyes traveling over her unfazed figure as she nonchalantly made her way up the stairs and behind the bar. 

“Of course I’m emotionally attached! Mal was my best friend!” 

Uma gave you a small scoff, her leather covered hands gently reaching out and retrieving a cloth to clean her sword. “Yeah, she was. That’s the point, Y/N. She was your best friend, but she’s not anymore.” She explained. “She abandoned you. She abandoned us. You didn’t accept that 6 months ago, and you still haven’t accepted it now. If I would have let you fight her, she would have destroyed you, and if she would have destroyed you, you’d be even more useless than you are now.”

You let out a laugh, the feeling of disbelief and anger taking over your body. “You know what, Uma? How about you go -”

“Ladies, ladies!” A voice called out, the smooth sound of their scottish accent immedietly making you register that it was Harry. “What’s done is done. There’s no point in fighting about it. Right, Y/N?”

You sighed, the sound of your boyfriends words ringing in your ears and calming you nerves. “Yeah, whatever.” You exclaimed, gently digging the heels of your hands into your eyes and letting out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, Uma.”

Uma gave you a slight tsk, her eyes looking at you with disappointment as she and the fellow crew mates made their way through the doors and out onto the deck.

“Starting a fight with Uma? Are you serious, Y/N? If it was anyone but you she would have thrown them overboard.” Harry lectured, his hand reaching out and gripping yours as he sat down next to you.

“I know.” You proclaimed, squeezing his hand in reassurance. “I just…I just can’t believe it. Mal was my best friend, my sister, and she just left me on this Isle like I was a piece of garbage ” You stuttured, tears immedetly beginning to fall down your face. “And then for her to come back here and not even apologize? Are you kidding me? Did our friendship mean nothing to her?”

“Mal isn’t worth your tears, okay?” Harry whispered, a slight trace of anger lacing his voice as he kissed the thick droplets of water off of your cheeks. “She doesn’t deserve to have you as a friend, and they sure as hell don’t deserve to have you at that school.”

You gave him a small nod, your eyes looking at nothing but the black table in front of you. “Maybe you’re right, but that doesn’t change how I feel.”

Harry let out a sad sigh, his free arm gently wrapping around your waist before pulling you into him, his hand resting in your hair and softly combing through it. 

“I know you’re sad, Y/N. But please, don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry.” Harry comforted, his hand leaving yours and lightly tapping your chin.”Your beautiful face is breaking my heart.”

You rolled your eyes, your boyfriends cheesy attempt at cheering you up having a slight affect as you cuddle yourself into him. 

“I know. I’m sorry.” You apologize. “You’re probably tired of hearing me whine about it all the time. I mean, no wonder Uma thought I was too emotional to fight.”

“No, that’s not it!” Harry exclaimed, “I really just hate seeing you get hurt, especially when it’s over something as overrated as Auradon Prep.”

You gave him a knowing nod, breathing in deeply as you finally began to slow your tears. “I know, Harry. I just….I can’t live here. I can’t survive here. I’m not good enough.”

Harry shook his head, the disagreement evident on his face. “You, my love, are stronger than every single person in this crew combined.” He began, his hands cupping you face and bringing you closer to him. “If anyone can survive on this island, it’s you, and you have to believe me on that.”

“You’re wrong, Harry. I -”

“Believe me.” He interrupted, gently connecting his lips with yours and giving you a soft kiss.

You kissed him back, the feeling of his lips molding with yours warming your heart and fogging your mind from any negative thoughts that were coming your way. Smiling against his lips, you leaned further into him, the simple words ‘believe me’ lingering in your head as you kissed him deeper, the all too familiar taste of your boyfriends lips heavy on your tongue.

He tasted like reassurance.

He tasted like tears. 

He tasted like home. 

Unfortunate Event

Y/N waits anxiously for her date to come. Blind date is never her thing until her colleague said it’s about time she stops being too attached to her work and starts going out there. Nervously she texts her friend about her date’s whereabouts. Getting stood up doesn’t seem to be an option for her since she was basically forced to attend this blind date. All she wants is for this date to be smooth so she can go back home and watch The Bachelorette reruns.

It’s already an hour after their supposed meeting time and her date shows no sign of coming. Disappointed, she lets out a heavy sigh and cues the waiter to hand her the menu. She might not have a good date but at least she’d have some good meal.

“A table for one, then, Miss?” the waiter asks, trying to hide his sympathy.

“Seems so,” she mumbles lightly, “What if he walked in, saw me, and left? Oh, God… I’m gonna kill Mary.”

Not knowing what to answer, the waiter proceeds to wrap the fancy dining utensils which her date should be using by now. The sound of the plates clanking against each other had several people looking at her way with pitiful expressions and she just wants to bury herself. She leans in her chair to avoid the gazes and angrily texts her friend. She must’ve been so caught up in the state of her inner wrath that she doesn’t realize a tap on her shoulder.

“Ahem.”

“Yeah, sorry, yeah?” she still looks at her phone, not really paying attention to the person who is talking to her.

“You seem very… distraught. Mind if I sit here?”

She goes silent for a while, trying to put together the new scene in front of her. There, stands the Harry Styles in an undeniably attractive fashion choice. His hair is styled with a little quiff and the look is final with a friendly smile upon his face.

“Wait, what?”

Harry snorts seeing her genuine reaction, “Mind if I sit by the empty seat?”

She shakes her head, confusion still written on her face as Harry sits and motions the waiter to pour him some wine.

“What’re you looking at?” he asks since she has been staring at him the whole time.

She blinks away her own disbelief and opens her mouth slowly — almost a whisper that if he doesn’t come closer he won’t be able to hear her, “Aren’t you Harry Styles?”

“Yes, I am,” he answers in a whisper as well.

“You’re not my blind date, are you?”

“No, ‘m not,” he chuckles. By now, they’re only inches apart since they’re whispering and each tries to get what the other is saying in such a crowded place.

Harry continues, “Why are we whispering?”

She leans back, still puzzled of the sight in front of her. She’s supposed to have a date with a close friend of her colleague’s who’s described as pretty much nothing like the man sitting on his supposed place.

Harry giggles, “I sat behind you. You were anxious for the past hour, tossing and turning ‘round like a little whirligig.”

She blushes. It’s her thing. She’s not a very serious person, she’s just very much bubbly and impulsive and all that. She easily laughs at the lamest jokes, she gets panic over the silliest little things, she’s just very in the moment. That’s understandable how Harry finds her funny and interesting enough to get him turn around and talk to her. He doesn’t find this kind of personality often around him and he’d love to get to know people who are downright spontaneous in a world full of plans and agendas.

“Are you alone? Here, I mean,” she raises an eyebrow.

“Let’s just say we had the same unfortunate event tonight,” he winks.

“No fucking way!” she closes her mouth with her hands, “How can the Harry Styles got stood up?”

To this outspoken question, he bursts into laughter. He’s accustomed to people being awed by his presence but he never sees such honesty. He always has people far up his ass, saying things to his liking. This situation, for instance: if he were to be talking to one of the said people, they would definitely backbite the girl who stood him up. But this girl doesn’t care about Harry Styles, she looks like she’s just really excited to hear a story from her old friend, Harry.

“Do you think she walked in, saw me, and left?” he mimicked her low question earlier.

She pouts. He chuckles. He’s been chuckling a whole lot more in the past hour than he usually does in a week.

“I love your music, by the way.”

His eyes light up and do the talking for him: really?

“Yeah, love it. Sorta reminds me of the good music, you know the golden era of rock and roll,” she runs her on the tablecloth pattern, “Not saying that nowadays’ music isn’t good or anything. It’s just… yours seem very truthful and different — a good different, of course. Oh, God… I’m sorry I have a tendency to ramble on.”

“Don’t apologize. I find it soothing.”

“What?”

“You talking,” he straightens up himself.

“You’re so full of it,” she laughs outright.

They talk about music for almost an hour, how she thinks one of his tracks reminds her of Electric Light Orchestra and how he voluntarily spills his classified personal approach towards that album. She says she likes bands from the 70s and his album brings back the vibes back that she thinks had long left the music industry and he can’t help but feel appreciated in the sincerest way possible. He tells her how they produced the album in Jamaica and how he wanted to put so much of himself in the album. She admits how she listens to his album in the midst of working, shower, jogging, sometimes even when she just feels like dancing by herself in her room.

And he can’t stop smiling, can’t stop beaming, can’t stop enjoying the sight of a person who just gets him. It feels like she presses a click inside him.

“I really hope you get to make more music,” she speaks lightly as she chews her meal.

“You know…” he puts down his fork, “Since we seem to have the same taste in music, I have exclusive access to a Roger Waters’ gig this weekend.”

Her eyes widen as he goes on, “Would you like to come? I can pick you up.”

“Harry— I don’t think I can take advantage of you like that.”

Harry melts upon her confession. Any person with that offer usually takes it in a blink of an eye but here she is, rejecting a grand opportunity because she doesn’t want him to feel used.

“You’re not taking any advantage out of me.”

“If you let me pay you back then I’m definitely in,” she smiles.

He frowns, “Now that’s not how my mum raised me as a man taking a woman to a date.”

She’s taken aback by his word choice but before she could answer, a girl approaches Harry.

“Harry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was you,” she grabs him by his arm. Being a gentleman he is, he immediately stands up.

“You are…?” he asks. His eyes go back and forth from the girl to Y/N, as if saying he doesn’t know what the hell is going on.

“I’m Emily. Nick set us up?” the girl seems confused after seeing Y/N and tries to remind Harry of his supposed blind date.

“Emily, yeah, right…” his voice trails slowly as he looks over Y/N who seems somewhat out of place.

There is a clear muzziness written on Emily’s face. Y/N can tell Harry is a courteous man who can never be rude to anyone, hence she completely understands that he’s in a dilemma as in how to send her off and that the seat is no longer hers. So, she does what she thinks is right.

“Well, it turns out we don’t have the same unfortunate event tonight,” an ingenuous smile spreads across her cheeks, “I had just finished. Have a great night you two.”

She mutters a goodbye and thank you to Harry and finds her way to exit the restaurant. She doesn’t feel any remorse whatsoever. If anything, she feels lucky enough to have a heartfelt talk with someone as wonderful as Harry.

Although, she can’t help but wonder if he actually means the last word he said. They don’t even have each other’s phone number so that date can’t ever occur. She won’t lie that she feels a little disappointed but then again, they’re not supposed to be having dinner together in the first place.

So she casually walks down the street. A disbelief giggle leaves her mouth. She still can’t believe she actually just had dinner with one of the people from her iPod.

She decides to put an earphone and hums to a song as she reaches the crossroad.

There was love all around, but I never heard it singing,” she almost jumps when someone no other than the Harry Styles himself singing the song she’s listening to right beside her in a crowded crossroad. Apparently, her hums are not that soft that he can sing along.

She’s surprised but can’t hide her excitement to see him by her side.

No, I never heard it at all till there was you,” he ends with a smile.

She grabs off her earphone, “Thought you had a date back there?”

“I did,” he puts his hands into his coat pockets, “Had to get her back home safely now, didn’t I?“

She just grins, unsure of what is happening. She just keeps pinching herself hoping this isn’t one of her unrealistic dreams.

“You didn’t realize I was right behind you the whole time, eh?”

“I was just… thinking,” she reasons as she feels her cheeks turn fire red.

“About our date this weekend?” a cheeky smile appears on his pretty face and to that she just rolls her eyes.

His hand finds his way to embrace the side of her body and she leans into his broad chest as she hands him one tip of her earphone, the other tip being in her ear and they just keep humming on the way home, enjoying each other’s company and the unfortunate event they had tonight.

Long Lasting Lies [p.p]

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Title: Long Lasting Lies
Fandom: MCU/Spider-Man
Characters: Peter Parker x female!reader, Ned Leeds, May Parker, Michelle, mentions of Tony Stark,
Warnings: mentions of cheating on a partner, description of mugging, mild swearing
Word Count: 3,343
Requested: No, this is just me having major Peter feels at the moment due to me seeing Spider-Man: Homecoming last weekend
Blurb: You, Peter Parker’s girlfriend, have noticed that Peter has distanced himself, and have caught him lying on multiple occasions. When you confront him after being saved by Spider-Man, you are unaware that his excuse is only another one of his lies.
A/N: I have been super busy with exams, school and other personal things, which is why I’ve been so absent, but I’m hoping to update more frequently now that they’re over but I can’t be sure! Remember, I live in Australia where the school year ends in December so we’re only on winter break at the moment. ALSO I ONLY PROOF-READ THIS ONCE I’M SORRY IT’S LITERALLY 1:33AM DON’T KILL ME

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[L/N] = your last name 


The first time that Peter Parker lied to you was over the phone. You had just gotten ready for the date you had both planned as a post-midterms celebration when the familiar tune of your ringtone graced your ears. At the sight of Peter’s Caller ID, you had managed to grin before picking up. 

“I’m absolutely starving, Parker.” you greeted, taking a seat on your bed and tucking your left leg under your right. “You better have made reservations at the pizza parlour because you know how busy they can get on Fridays,” you added, and when Peter said nothing, you raised an eyebrow. “Peter?” 

“I’m here,” he assured you since it sounded like he wasn’t present in the conversation at all. “I’m here, sorry,” Peter mumbled his apology before taking a deep breath, one that you could hear even over the phone.

“Are you okay?” you inquired, immediately noticing the edge in his voice. “What’s up?”

“I’m so, so incredibly sorry that I’m doing this to you,” was what Peter chose to lead with. “But I can’t make it tonight.” 

For a moment, you the nervous feeling in your stomach turned into disappointment, but you shook it off quickly, knowing that there was always a good reason for Peter’s cancellations. “That’s okay. What came up?” you asked. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry about it.” something about the way Peter was speaking — perhaps it was the way his usually nonchalant voice seemed strained — made you immediately come to the conclusion that he was lying to you. 

“Peter,” You began slowly, putting a smile on your face, knowing that this would make your voice sound less worried than you truly were. “If there’s something going on, I’m not going to hate you for telling me. I’d really rather know than, well, not know.” you paused, giving Peter a minute.

“It’s nothing, I swear. Just some emergency stuff came up with Ned and I really have to be there for him is all.” Peter lied so smoothly that you almost believed him, but the waver in his voice when he swore he was telling the truth was enough to expose his fibbing.

“Alright,” you allowed yourself to frown. “Well, I hope everything’s okay with Ned. Let me know what happens when you can, okay?”

“Of course, love you!” and with that, Peter hung up the phone. You were sat on your bed for a moment, phone pressed to your cheek before you realised that he was gone. You lowered your phone onto your bed and sighed, glancing around your room, digesting the conversation you had just had with your boyfriend. Things with you and Peter were still relatively new, going on roughly five months, but you had known Peter since the beginning of high school, which was over a year and a half ago. In this time, you had really gotten to know Peter and his quirks, including what he sounded like when he lied.

Deciding that you still deserved some sort of post-midterms treat, you reached for your phone again and dialled Michelle’s phone number as you pulled off your black lace-up heels. 

“Hey, Y/N.” Michelle greeted you, her voice slightly more vibrant than usual. “I thought you were going out with Peter tonight?” 

“I was,” you confirmed, getting to your feet and comfortably pacing your room. “He just cancelled though, so I’m all free! I was wondering if you might accept a stray into your Friday night plans?” you asked hopefully. 

“Well you know how I feel about taking in strays, everyone’s welcome,” Michelle continued your banter. “Actually, Ned and I were just going to get something to eat so why don’t you join us?” This made you frown.

“You’re heading out to eat with Ned? Like, right now?” you questioned slowly, letting it sink in.

“Yeah, we’re on our way out, but we can totally meet up with you! Ned scored us a table at that pizzeria that we all like by promising that we’d be there in at least twenty minutes. Are you up for that?”

You paused. “Yeah, totally.” you agreed. “I’ll meet you guys there. And Ned’s good?” you asked, making sure that you weren’t imagining things.

“He’s pretty jazzed that midterms are over and his deteriorating test-stress has finally been demolished,” Michelle said, and you heard Ned loudly protesting over the phone. “We’re all good. So we’ll see you in twenty?” 

“See you then.” you agreed before bidding Michelle farewell. You hung up and frowned, the idea that you had about Peter lying confirmed. If there was an emergency with Ned, why would he be going out for pizza with Michelle? Suddenly, the combination of your lace camisole top, skinny jeans and leather jacket seemed a little too dressed up just to get pizza with Ned and Michelle. Going on a date with Peter allowed for the camisole and heels, but dinner with friends didn’t seem like it needed as much special effort. 

Frowning, you stripped off the leather jacket and began to rummage through your closet in order to find a replacement for the camisole, choosing a Nasa t-shirt — which you were certain belonged to Peter — and pulled that on instead. You opted for a pair of old sneakers and pulled the jacket back on before grabbing your bag and phone heading out the door to meet your friends.

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Self Empowerment Jar Spell

Here we have the next installment of my bottle spell series. For everyone out there who needs a little more confidence, a little more badassery, a little more self love, this one’s for you ;)

For this spell, I used…

  • thyme herb (for strength)
  • rosemary herb (for mental power and courage)
  • crushed bay leaf (for protection and a “fuck off” vibe)
  • sage herb (for protection and strength)
  • sea salt (for protection and healing)
  • garnet shards (for self love, raw power, and tough skin)

Feel free to use as many of these ingredients or as few as you like; substitute items, replace them, and add your own! Let me know how it goes ❤️❤️

- Mod Aria

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STAMINA SPORTSWEAR SUIT

Hey Simmers! How are you? It’s been like weeks I haven’t made any creation I apologize. Hope you’ll like that one ‘cause I’m really proud of it! Plus it was the first time I ever make a clothe with more than 10 colors. I just felt inspired I guess. Let me know if you’re having any trouble with my creation.

DOWNLOAD (sfs)

  • BG Compatible
  • New mesh
  • 30 colors
  • Maxis Match
  • Custom thumbnail
  • Random disabled

Feel free to recolour. You can use my texture, just give credits back. Read my TOU for more information.