dealing with bad moods

50 Asks
  1. What was your favorite 90s show?
  2. What is the last song you played?
  3. What is one character you feel particularly tied to?
  4. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?
  5. How do you keep yourself organized, if you do?
  6. You’re in a bad mood. How do you choose to deal with it?
  7. You can marry one fictional character. Who?
  8. If you weren’t born in this era, which do you think you should have been born in?
  9. Coffee, tea, or water?
  10. Name one weird gift you’d like to be given.
  11. One thing that always creeps you out?
  12. What is your Starbucks order?
  13. Are you more like your mom or your dad?
  14. Does the toilet paper roll belong with paper coming from the top or the bottom?
  15. You get to meet one author of your choosing (dead or alive) and ask them all your unanswered questions about their book. Who do you talk to?
  16. Do all disasters have an up side? Or is that foolish thinking?
  17. What is your favorite rainy day album?
  18. Do you tan easily?
  19. Do/did you ever pass notes to your friends in school?
  20. You are going to be isolated with one person for a week straight. Who is with you?
  21. What is your feel good movie?
  22. If you had to dye your hair, what color would you choose?
  23. What is something you are proud of?
  24. Tell me a story about you.
  25. Name a lesson you have learned from a fictional character.
  26. Any recurring dreams?
  27. If you could take a long roadtrip anywhere, where would you go?
  28. What was the first concert/show you attended?
  29. Best sing-along-dance-alone-in-your-room songs?
  30. Weirdest phase you went through as a kid
  31. Pro- or anti-sleeping with socks?
  32. Are you still in touch with your first best friend?
  33. The moment when you realized you loved _____ (music, sports, etc)
  34. Jelly or jam?
  35. Have you ever learned to knit or crochet?
  36. Tell the story of your first love
  37. A book you would recommend to anyone who would listen
  38. A movie you would recommend to anyone who would listen
  39. Are you good at keeping plants alive?
  40. Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?
  41. Something you’ll admit to the internet but not people irl
  42. You’re in a tattoo parlor about to get inked. What are you getting done?
  43. What are you like when you are really really tired?
  44. Do you prefer taking notes on paper or online
  45. Are you a leg jiggler?
  46. What makes a song /good/ in your opinion?
  47. How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?
  48. Are you an old soul or young soul?
  49. Frosted cupcakes or unfrosted cupcakes?
  50. What do you think your mid-life crisis will be about?
Imagine: Helping Victor After He’s Injured

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Requested by Anon: Victor Zsasz x Reader: ”Can you write one shot, where reader is saving Zsasz from the cops when they found and injured him? Dealing with his injuries and bad mood, slowly making him fall for you with your gentleness he never experienced from people before?“ 

Victor Zsasz x Reader: Angst/Fluffy Fluff

Warnings: Profanity.

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Random Asks I'm Bored

1. What is your favorite tv show?

2. What song are you currently addicted to?

3. What is one character you feel particularly tied to? 

4. What is the coolest thing you have ever made?

5. How do you keep yourself organized, if you do?

6. You’re in a bad mood. How do you choose to deal with it?

7. You can Marry one fictional character. Who? 

8. If you weren’t born in this era, which do you think you should have been born in?

9. Coffee, tea, or water?

10. Name one weird gift you’d like to be given.

11. What is the best surprise anyone has ever planned for you?

12. Name one pet peeve of yours. 

13. What is one thing or one person who can make you smile no matter what?

14. Does the toilet paper roll belong with paper coming from the top or the bottom? 

15. You get to meet one author of your choosing (dead or alive) and ask them all your unanswered questions about their book. Who do you talk to?

16. Do all disasters have an up side? Or is that foolish thinking?

17. What is your favorite rainy day album?

18. What tv friend trope are you in your group (ie the mom, the funny one, the baby ect)?

19. What food do you want right now?

20. You are going to be isolated with one person for a week straight. Who is with you?

21. What is your feel good movie?

22. What is one thing you did that shocked even you?

23. What is something you are proud of?

24. Tell me a story about you.

25. Name a lesson you have learned from a fictional character. 

havekat  asked:

Never trust a man who gets mean. It doesn't really matter why they get mean although the guys who start attacking you for confronting them when they are being insensitive should send up neon red flags. Really any man who resorts to meanness to deal with any conflict, difference of opinion, his own bad mood or your refusing to do something he wants or behave in a manner that he deems appropriate is to be avoided like the plague crossed with tb and a common cold.

👆👆

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice for getting out of a bad mood? I've been in one for about two weeks now. I've been dealing with lots of feelings of failure and inferiority, which usually leads to dissociation as well. And idk :( it's been tough 'cause i'm losing motivation to do things I used to enjoy. It's really getting in the way of work and my interests. Are there some methods of combatting bad moods, or just dealing with them somehow?

Honestly you might not want to jump to doing things you enjoy immediately? There’s a bigger drop of mood when you’re depressed and “fun activities” don’t work out for you– the expectation that it’ll make you feel better will set you up for more disappointment. 

Instead I think you’ll wanna try something more mundane and mindless, like

  • doing the dishes, 
  • taking a shower/brushing your teeth
  • going for a walk/to the store
  • doing the laundry/sorting clothes
  • other chores, etc. 

If you’re experiencing executive dysfunction, maybe try making lists of things you need to get done today. 

  • Homework? Break it down to each class and maybe even organize them by project size. 
  • If you need to clean your place, focus on one room and area at a time, and go in steps. Like
    1) gather useless stationary and toss them out
    2) rearrange objects! put the things you use the most in accessible places, put old things in storage
    3) dust and vacuum, etc

Keep yourself busy, but don’t pressure yourself to enjoy everything. By setting small goals, you’ll effectively get things done, while also helping to remind yourself of your capabilities

I hope you feel better soon, please don’t push yourself!

I wonder if, within the first few moments of waking, Bucky ever mistakes the feeling he gets from his metal arm, as his arm simply being numb because he has been slept on funny. But then he realizes. 

Closed

@crimson-smirk for a random starter! Tonight was a typical night in Gotham City for Joker and Harley. They were currently located at a warehouse where a business deal was going down. Harley stood, chewing and blowing bubbles with her bubble gum out of utter boredom, with Frost and the goons not too far behind. Harley didn’t get all the business stuff, she left that to Joker. At the end of the day only he knew what he wanted and what he wanted with his business. All Harley cared about was the cold hard cash and celebrating that night. If a deal was done good, it put Joker in a good mood. Hell, it put everyone in a good mood. If a deal went bad….best not to go there. Or at least keep as far away from Joker and any sharp objects you can. To Harley, everything seemed to be going down fine. Joker seemed relaxed and pleased, which had to mean it was going well. She let out a breath as the two men discussed, wondering how much longer it would take. She was growing impatient and had an itchy trigger finger. As the meeting went on, the atmosphere grew more and more tense. If Harley felt it there was no doubt in her mind Joker did too. It was time to get out. Just as Harley was about to speak, she saw one of the henchmen reach down for his gun. “J, watch out!” Harley grabbed her own gun and shoved Joker aside as she shot at the henchmen and dived for cover. Not a moment later it was a full blown shootout. Nothing else could be heard except the loud bang of gunfire. “Shit! We gotta move!” Harley yelled as she peaked from her cover to get as many shots in as she could, clearing her way to run and tackle more of the henchmen, shooting one point blank in the head while stabbing another, dodging any shots fired at her as she tackled one more henchman, slitting his throat. Her eyes darted around, looking to see if Joker had been hurt. She saw Frost and the goons shooting like there was no tomorrow, while Joker was holding his side. “Get ‘im outta here!” She screamed as she saw the remaining few henchmen run for the exit. Harley stood and bolted after them, shooting one in the leg so he couldn’t run. As she approached him, one of others who managed to escape shot at her, piercing her shoulder. She howled in pain, dropping to her knees as she clutched her wound. “Frost! Someone! Come get this…asshole….” She groaned, crawling after the man she shot and who was ditched, left behind to feel the wrath of Joker. She grabbed her gun, managing to get onto her back, and shot him in the other leg to stop him from moving. Gasping, she dropped her gun and clutched her wound again, the blood seeping through her fingers, everything spinning as the dizziness began to take over.

Originally posted by fysuicidesquad

I’m the type of person who acts responsible, cusses, says mean things about people, cannot stand somethings, and acts like nothing bothers me. When inside I just want someone who will listen to my late night thoughts, deal with me when I’m in a bad mood or I hurt, hold me when I feel stressed, and let me be who i truly want to be. The girl who still sleeps with teddy bears, who gets weird when she’s tired, wants to share her knowledge with our future generations, wants to be at home a lot or suddenly go on adventures, and wants to be the best that she can be. I just want to be me and not be judged.

Request by anon

Get stuck with Kai was not as bad as you thought it would. At first you were freaked out by the idea, but over time you just get used to it. Kai was not a person so hard to deal with, only when he was in a bad mood. Most of the time he would flirt with you and make jokes, you like have all this attention just for you. But whenever you were getting too close to Kai he walked away, and this bothered you. Three days ago you were asleep on his shoulder and then he was acting strange. Of course he was still cooking and hearing the same stupid songs in the morning, but now he spent much time walking and only came home the night.
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“Say what you gotta say already. Ain’t got all night.” Kai spoke in his typical manner, scowling at you as he did.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” You stated. At first, you had been angry with him for ignoring you, but after three days that anger had quickly been replaced by concern. Especially since you had not given him any reason to stay away from you. And you knew for certain he wanted to talk to you as you felt his eyes on you everywhere she went.
He huffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. Ain’t you got shit to do? Or you just gonna stare at my ass all day?“
Despite his lack of mannerism, you giggled. “Well, it ain’t the ugliest sight.”
His brows furrowed in confusion when hearing you flirt with him. He searched you eyes for something, though he was not sure what exactly he was looking for. He was taken by complete surprise when all of the sudden, you took his hand in yours and guided him to into the room. Too dumbfound to protest, Kai said nothing when you pushed him down onto the bed.
Sitting right in front of him, your curious fingers began an adventurous journey on his arms. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that to me.” His words brought a stop to your explorations. Her hands rested on her lap.
“Why not? Am I getting too close?” You asked, still smiling. You was pleasantly surprised he hadn’t flinched from your touch yet. Your hands continued their explorations on his shirt before settling on his knees. You leaned in closer until their lips were but mere inches apart from his.
“You don’t wanna do that…” Kai slightly turned away from you and said nothing more.
“And why’s that?” Your fingers experimentally trailed  up Kai’s neck, soothingly caressing the longer skin at the back of his head. “You don’t like it when I do that?” You used the other hand to caress Kai’s thigh. ’‘Or this? ”
“You’re playing with fire, girl.“
He could easily push you away or pull you closer. Still indecisive about either options, his knuckles coloured white due to how strongly he gripped the bed underneath him.
"That’s okay. I’m not afraid of fire.” In less than a second you were in Kai’s lap. His hand curled in the hair you had spent so much time styling, but you suddenly didn’t mind as his lips were crushed against yours in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue and harsh gasps for air. His hand was squeezing your thigh through your dress, Kai’s lips moving against your neck to suck dark bruises onto your skin.
“Now you are mine,” he snarled in a voice that went straight to your core as he bit down on your shoulder, rutting against you. He took you by the waist and threw in bed. He spread your thighs easily, his body moving between them. His hand slid down to tease you, and he let out a growl as he felt the tiny scrap of lace that was his only barrier. He pulled it aside as you fought with his belt buckle, eventually removing enough obstacles to reach down his pants and free his cock. He leaned down to suck at your lips as he shoved into you unceremoniously.
You let out a moan that turned into a cry as he slammed into you, panting “mine” into your ear, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips hard enough to bruise between tugging at your hair to expose your throat. Your fingernails dug into his back, biting through the cotton of his shirt to score his skin.
When your gasping succeeded in getting at least a bit of oxygen to your brain, you reached a hand down to rub furiously at your clit, which sent you quickly over the edge. Kai snarled as he felt you tighten around him, pounding into you harder.
“You’re mine,” he growled a final time before spilling himself into you with a grunt and a few erratic thrusts of his hips, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“Whatever you say, Kai,” you said with a breathless laugh, running a hand through his hair as he pressed kisses into your feverish skin. He looked up at you with a hint of a smile, and kissed you one last time.

Strong Ginny

One of the tags I use from time to time is #Strong Ginny. Seriously, canon!Ginny is a strong character and a strong person. There are plenty of posts out there extolling how Ginny’s character, as revealed in the books, is strong.

Some of the early fanfics (even H/G ones) seized on her shyness around Harry and wrote her as a weak character, but her strength was there in canon if you just looked. I don’t fault those writers, after all, I’m speaking with hindsight here. Still, the mousy!Ginny bugs me. She was, in every way, a Gryffindor Lion.

I like stories that show her as being magically powerful, as standing up to jerks and bullies, as confronting Harry when he gets in a bad mood and knowing just how to deal with it, as not taking crap from anyone, as being someone who cares for her friends and loves her family and would die defending them.

Ginny’s not perfect. In fact, as a character, she’s better for her flaws. They make her into a realistic character.

It would take a strong woman to put up with Harry Potter.

anonymous asked:

Dear disgruntled customer, I get it, chances are your bad mood is due to something you're dealing with in your own life. But guess what? I don't give a flying fuck. Whatever is going on in your life is NO EXCUSE for treating minimum wage workers like your personal punching bags. In fact, I consider you a gigantic scumfuck for taking your frustrations out on people who have no choice but to stand there and endure it, lest they risk their very livelihood. In short, your problem is not my problem.

How the signs deal with stress

Aries: an Aries need to have an action in order to relive stress maybe practice their hobbies, walking outside or maybe hanging out with their friends.
Taurus: They either take long nap or eat some cookies or some dessert.
Gemini: Gemini people get stress out pretty easily too they usually take break and text people they are close to.
Cancer: You. Just. Have. To. Listen. To. Them. I swear it helps 90%.
Leo: these people can’t deal with it. Bad mood bad temper. They usually caught in fight with their closed ones. (Don’t worry after conflicts they feel better)
Virgo: oh my god. They. Can’t. They need someone to sit with them. Seriously don’t leave a stressed Virgo alone.
Libra: these people usually read something, sit home with their pets playing with them OR cry all day.
Scorpio: they sit alone think and think, they just need someone they trust to talk to they usually smoke or swear loudly
Sagittarius: they’ll be outside maybe walking around or ride their cars
Capricorn: they just keep themselves busy.
Aquarius: they usually sit alone listen to music that matches their mood probably shouts things out.
Pisces: they will probably rest their heads. doodle/painting/drawing or maybe playing some music.


(Check Sun/Moon/Rising)

M: I don’t like to dwell on said evening, so I’ll make it short.

M:  We were having a very tense dinner. While I noticed Maryse’s effort to deal with the situation, Robert had no intention of hiding his bad mood which eventually escalated in a fight between him and Alexander. We arrived home considerably earlier than planned.

The Return - Part IV

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part V]

Warnings: Bullying (physical and verbal), Bad Language

Part IV.

 Okay, so it was stupid but Stiles had to admit that a small part of him was secretly hoping Scott’s words would have an effect on Derek.Because Scott’s earnest puppy eyes had worked on him for over four years now. And he’d seen them work their magic on a fair number of other people as well: angry teachers, annoyed neighbors, slightly (or more than slightly) exasperated parents.

But apparently, dumb, teenage jocks with deep green eyes and perfect bone structure were the kryptonite to Scott’s power of suggestion. Because for all Stiles’ secret hopes and for all his lingering in the hallways and the parking lot after basketball for the past four days, the only thing he had to show for it was another run-in with Jared and Kevin.

And that had resulted in a black eye.

It put him in a bad mood.

Bullies he could deal with. Really- slurs and shoves and snickering didn’t bother him nearly as much as Scott and his father thought they did. He didn’t need to be popular or even liked. He had Scott and he knew was getting out of Beacon Hills in two short years. He was fine with bullying.

It just didn’t like it when it was obvious. He didn’t like having to lie to his dad even though they both knew the truth. He didn’t like Scott scowling and then ranting until he was sucking on his inhaler and then still looking vaguely guilty he hadn’t been there. He didn’t like the whispers or the glances or the triumphant smirks or the… everything. He just didn’t like when everyone knew.

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