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anonymous asked:

Hi, I am a closeted mtf trans teen and I need to find ways to handle my dysphoria that wont be obvious to my unsupportive and transphobic family. The only things I managed to do is choose​ my new name and break away from most of my male side. I can't take hormones​ or anything so its tough. Would you have any ideas? Thanks for taking the time to read this.

Hey! I’m always happy to help! I’m a trans guy, ftm, so I don’t have any first hand experience dealing with mtf dysphoria. So, if any of my followers have any tips for anon here, please send ‘em in!

I have read from some trans girls that some small things that can help with dysphoria are things like taking a steamy hot shower or bath, doing your make up (in private if you’re not out yet), and pampering yourself in general. If body hair is a place of significant dysphoria for you, you can usually shave most places (arms, armpits, and legs) without raising much suspicion. You can say the shaving supplies are for facial hair, and if someone notices the lack of body hair you can say you lost a bet or something.

I’ve found that when I’m feeling dysphoric, getting cozy in some pajamas with some tea and a pile of blankets, and watching some Youtube or Netflix can help. I recommend checking out some trans girl’s Youtube channels online, as there will probably be some more tips for dealing with transfeminine specific dysphoria. 

Dear people who are considering buying plants:

There is no such thing as a “no care” plant. They ALL require at least SOME effort on your part to make sure they don’t die.

Air plants do not survive on air. They survive on humidity. Your house is likely not humid enough for them. You’re gonna need to help a plant out sometimes.

“Drought tolerant” plants and “low water” plants are not “NO water” plants. Water them deeply and space the waterings out to encourage deep root growth. That’s right, you’re gonna need to help a plant out sometimes.

Any plant can develop disease or pest problems. Check ‘em out from time to time and make note of anything unusual. The fixes for plant problems are usually pretty inexpensive if you catch them early (or do your research on how to care for them in the first place, but yes, you’re gonna need to help a plant out sometimes.

Creating Conflict

Or, as I call it, causing ~drama~

The key that keeps readers interested in your story is conflict. If nothing is at stake, then there is not much to see. So, here are a few general tips to cause some ripples in the ponds of your characters’ lives.

“Prioritizing”: Your character has two main motives that they have been working towards, but they end up in a situation where they have to sacrifice one to save the other. Depending on how easy or hard the choice is, this range from “disappointing” to “devastating” in the sacrifice. 

Character Flaws: As I talked about in my cornerstones post, every character should have a flaw. Flaws are flaws and not strengths for a reason- they get in the way. Have your character have a moment of weakness, where they lose their values and give in to temptation or get carried away.

 In addition: Even without their key flaws, characters can sometimes just… be wrong. Maybe they miscalculated. Maybe they misunderstood. Maybe they made the wrong guess. They did what everyone does: They Done Messed Up, and now they have to deal with the result.

Liar, Liar: Someone is lying, or even keeping secrets, and now, it’s causing problems. They can’t go forward without the truth, or worse, they are making mistakes due to a warped perception of the situation.

Draw backs: Let the good things come at a cost. One key rule for worlds with magic or superpowers is that all power should come at cost- equal to or greater than the power itself. 

“Because I Said So”: Don’t forget, there are other characters in your story, and even if they are on the protagonist’s own side, they are not always going to just merrily go along with whatever the protagonist said. Maybe they disagree. Maybe they are powerful enough to get in the protagonist’s way, and maybe it’s that important to them that they try. If fighting an enemy is hard, fighting a friend is harder.

Take It Back: Your character makes a decision that seems right at the time. Maybe it was the obvious choice, or maybe it was taking a risk. But uh-oh…now there are unforeseen consequences. 

Or, the opposite…

Decisions, Decisions: Maybe your character has to make a decision where there is not an immediately obvious choice. Make sure that both/all the options have both positive and negative possible or certain outcomes. There is no obvious right or wrong choice. Bonus, it’s funny to watch the fandom debate it later. 

Strip Them Down: Remove your character’s greatest strength. For whatever reason, your character’s most valuable asset is not available, and now, they have to live without it. Bonus mode- it would be really, really helpful if they had it right now!

Or, do the opposite…

Boss Fight: Maybe, instead of your protagonist getting weaker, it’s your antagonist that gets stronger. Strengthen the opposition and see if your characters can adapt to survive, or if they lack what it takes. 

Change of Plan: The rules of the game have changed. This can mean different things depending on your story. They could be literal rules, or more general. Think Hunger Games- did I say two tributes? I meant one, after all. Fight to the death now, please.

Amplify the Emotions: … And the results that come with. People do crazy things in the heat of the moment. You can’t think straight when all you can do is feel. Blinded by anger, sadness, or even joy, your character makes a bad choice. 

*Pile It On: You know what a full plate needs? Even more stuff. Your character is already juggling, trying to balance a variety of responsibilities. So add one more ball. Do they crash and burn immediately? Does it take a while? Do they succeed?  Any which way, the stress is high.

*Note: this one can be difficult on the author, too. Make sure that with all these plot lines, you’re not losing track, yourself.

“Murphy’s Law”: Simply stated, this is a plot tool that says, “whatever can go wrong, will.” I’m just going to say right away… be careful with this one. It’s really frustrating for your audience to watch the characters fail or lose or face misfortune over and over and over again. It makes it feel like nothing will ever come out of rooting for them, so you may as well give up now. Murphy’s Law can be great in the proper proportions, please, let your characters have some victories, or there’s no point to it.

And hey, don’t forget about your inner conflicts. You never know when those are going to have the opportunity to cause trouble. 

Give ‘em hell, kids!*

***disclaimer: you do not have to be a kid to give them hell.


a guide to stim toys!

trying to decide what stim toy you want? i’m here to help !!

(note: this is based off me n a few others’ experiences)


  • tangle toys
  • fidget cubes
  • spinners
  • bike chains
  • other moving part toys

-easy to get your hands on
-typically not expensive
-wide variety

-not very discreet

a popular, well-liked type of stim toy! good for keeping focused, self regulation, and they’re pretty fun to play with ! there’s quite a variety of them out there, some may not even be marketed as stim toys (ex: plastic toys from stores).


  • chew jewelry (necklaces/bracelets)
  • chew toys
  • teether rings

-meant for chewing! you won’t break em
-no more chewing on wires/fingernails/etc
-jewelry can be designed nicely to look like regular jewelry

-actual chew jewelry/toys are harder to get and can be pricey
-teether rings aren’t discreet

many autistic people never outgrew the instinct/need to put thing in their mouth or chew on things! and some other nd people chew for other reasons! that’s what these are for! plus, they can also help with anger management!
tip: if you don’t want people to see your chew necklace, tuck it under your shirt and chew when you’re alone/no one’s looking!


  • stress balls
  • moni moni animals
  • stretchy rubber toys

-fairly easy to get
-stress balls are a “normal office toy” (less chance of judgement)

-monis and rubber toys aren’t as discreet

a calming stim! very soothing, good for relieving stress and anxiety. i like to roll my moni moni animal between my hands a lot!


  • weighted blankets
  • weighted lap pads
  • weighted stuffed animals

-fantastic sensory input
-good for insomnia

-harder to get
-not discreet

i LOVE weighted stuff!!it’s a great feeling. super calming and soothing. really good for helping you sleep!!


  • stuffed animals/plush toys

-very easy to get
-varying prices

-not discreet
-seen as immature and babyish (unfortunately)

plushies!! super important. super good. soft, huggable, lovable things. many people have them as comfort items!! it’s so good to hug them and pet the fur


  • bristle brushes
  • spiky toys
  • fur
  • many more

-wide variety
-there are good textures in a lot of places!
-spike toys are slightly painful and can leave little indents, which is a good alternative to self harm!

-spike toys are harder to get

textures!! we all know n love our textures. my favorite is fur!! sometimes i stim by petting my pets! (my hamster is especially good, she’s so soft!). textures are everywhere and everyone likes different things! but there’s also specific toys/tools that can help! like bristle brushes and spiked things!


  • stim jars
  • glitter containers
  • fish tanks
  • online videos/gifs

-wide variety
-easy to make
-there are a lot of gifs online

-no tactile stimulation

popular!! easily found online, and easily made irl! fun things to watch. i especially love to watch fish tanks!

Slime, Sand, and Orbeez

  • slime
  • kinetic sand
  • moon sand
  • sandbox
  • orbeez
  • jelly/gelatin

-really fun
-unique textures

-a stay-at-home toy
-needs to be kept in a safe dry space
-harder to get
-fancy slime is expensive

these things are the most popular in stimboards and videos, because they look so cool!! if you make your own, you can do whatever you want with it! they’re all really unique textures and feelings and super fun to play with!
tip: be careful when using borax! it’s toxic


i hope this helps!! feel free to add on if you have anything!

Punk (Chap. 9)

Summary: You’re head over heels for you’re best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3423

Warnings: Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, enemy deaths, i think that’s all…*shrugs*

A/N: Chap.9  finally, I know!  This is a it of an information dump/setting the rest of the story arc up chapter.  I tried to dial down the angst since you lovies all told me how you cried on the last chapter :( and put some action and humour in instead.  I hope you like this one and I CAN’T WAIT to give you guys chapter 10 in a few days so please stick around through this one!  it’s worth the wait!

**I’m actually legit terrified that i peaked with the last chapter and nothing will ever be as good, especially this chapter, but i hope to give you guys a good story for the rest of the series.

Feedback fuels my life btw….and the picture is from google…i searched for beautiful things… ;]

“Kiddo, wake up we gotta go.”

Clint’s rough, scratchy voice woke you from an uneasy sleep.  Your head was pounding and your eyes felt sticky, as if they’d been glued together in the night.  “Mmm, wha—w’as happ’nin’?” you mumbled, rubbing a hand down your face. 

“Problem in Brooklyn, we gotta go.  Get dressed,” Clint replied.  He smacked your leg and the bed bounced as he got up and walked towards the closet.

“What about the desert? Nebraska?”

“New Mexico,” Clint clarified with a snort. “There’s no desert in Nebraska. Remind me to get you a map for your birthday.  Now, get—up.” He ripped the blanket away from you, causing you to squeal as cold air rushed over your legs.

“Gah!  I’m up! I’m up!”  You jolted upwards and scrambled out from the bed.  

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anonymous asked:

What's your favorite recipe?

not combat rations, thats for sure. ive had enough of those for a lifetime. 

but my latest food hit has been pretzel bites. pretzels are an awesome food but rarely available fresh when i want to eat them, which is usually when i’ve woken up in the middle of the night. they’re relatively labor-intensive to make, which is good once the insomnia sets in. keeps me busy. plus, pretzels are sweet on the inside, salty on the outside, just like me. except im also salty on the inside. dont listen to steve.

when i make pretzels, it’s by the metric ton, so the recipe i have makes approximately a million of them.probably you will not want this many, because you don’t have thor or steve to help you eat them. or clint. probably you could just shove some into a vaccum cleaner instead, thatd be about the same. so divide the recipe in half or quarters for normal human consumption. take 11 cups of flour, 1 cup of brown sugar, ½ cup of oil and mix. 4 cups of warm water gets 11 teaspoons of yeast and sits for a bit, then goes in the flour mix. then mix it and let it rise for about an hour. the dough should be sticky to the touch and absolutely awful to get out of your metal fingers. while you wait, wander your living area for some poor sucker to rope into helping you, because stage 2 is easier with help. or you can sit down and wonder why you talk yourself into doing things like this. consider your choices. it’s already too late to go back to sleep; youve got dough rising.

get a deep fry pan or sauce pan and fill with about two inches of water. bring it to a rolling boil on the stove and add in three or so tablespoons of baking soda. you really can’t do too much of that, as long as the water’s not getting super cloudy. preheat the oven to 400 degrees. wake steve up and tell him he has to help. 

get a couple egg yolks in a bowl with a basting brush, and find some kosher salt or sea salt. grease up a few pans. 

flour a surface and roll the dough out until it’s between ½ and ¼ in thick. get your poor unsuspecting minion to cut out bite sized bits. i use an inch and a half circle cookie cutter, but you can use whatever you want, really. tony used a laser cutter last time i let him help, which was…not ideal.

drop the cut outs into the boiling soda water, and let them sit for a few seconds, then fish them out. you can use your robot hand for that, but again, you’ll be getting dough out of it for days. i let them drip dry on a cookie drying sheet, but you could also drop them on a clean dishtowel i guess. you just dont want them to be wet when you put them on the cookie sheet. 

they’re not gonna expand a ton, so just stuff em up close to each other on the sheet. paint the tops with egg yolks and sprinkle with salt. pop em in the oven for 10-15 min or until golden brown. 

repeat the boiling-and-baking until you want to die, then keep going until you run out of dough. while the last batch is baking, take a half a stick of butter, a quarter cup of flour and make a roux in a saucepan. add two cups of milk and two cups of cheddar cheese, some salt and pepper to taste, and a quarter cup of mustard, give or take. im showing you how much to use with my hands but you cant see it. sorry, i dont really measure stuff most of the time. heat and stir till it’s melty and amazing, and dip pretzels on in there. 

by the time you have completed this process and eaten as many pretzel bites as you want–and there will be enough. it’s a dang big recipe–you will want to enter a food coma and sleep forever. or for 70 years or so.

there. insomnia fixed.

Don’t Take A Picture

a zimbits alternate meeting au inspired by || ~4k words || ao3

Jack’s appreciating the serenity the empty street offers him tonight after a harsh loss earlier. He should be in bed, really. Sleeping, preferably. But when his brain is going in circles the way it is…

He likes the cool air on his skin. He likes the way the streetlights hit the pavement and then fade away. He likes the smell of the river on the gentle breeze.

He becomes aware that someone else is on the street with him. Walking towards him with a phone out, held aloft and pointing to where he sits on the bench.

He sighs out and looks away, hoping he’ll be ignored.

The person stops walking. He can hear the silence following the stop of their tread-tread-tread on the pavement.

It happens, and he gets it, truly. People like to have proof that they saw him, even if they saw him doing something as ordinary as sitting at night by the water.

He looks back over, then away quickly. The man’s phone is still out.

Jack’s known for being courteous with fans, but tonight he’s not in the mood.

“It’s been a bad day.” He doesn’t raise his voice. It’ll cut across the dark easily. “Please. Don’t take a picture.”

He feels crappy about saying it but he’s learnt that sometimes, you have to put yourself first.

The man looks behind him, as if in doubt Jack was talking to him when there’s clearly no-one else around. The man lowers his phone but doesn’t put it away.


Jack can’t make out much beyond the silhouette. The stranger is back lit, having stepped almost beyond the ring of the nearest streetlight.

“I, uh… wasn’t taking a photo though.”

Jack knows what people look like when they’re trying to be subtle about capturing a picture of him. He knows what they look like when it’s blatant, too.

“You don’t have to lie,” Jack says, with some hardness in his tone, his exhaustion having thinned his conversational filter.

“I wasn’t,” the man answers, with a bit of bite.

Jack looks away from the man, unconvinced.

“Sir, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable that I—”

“It’s fine, just—” Jack sighs out again. “Sorry I said anything. You should go to wherever you’re heading.”

“Actually,” the man starts, then cuts himself off with a hand to his mouth.

“I’m…” The man bites his lip, then shakes his head. “Actually, yes. You’re right. I’ll just…” he points in the direction he was heading earlier.

Jack watches him as he walks by, noting that he’s still gripping his phone tightly. He glances at Jack as he passes, and Jack realises the man is older than he thought, having based his guess on voice and stature.

Jack watches until the figure has walked past the next streetlight, before he turns back to watch the lazy movement of the water. He breathes in deep, holds it, lets it out again, trying to find his earlier appreciation for the night. In, hold, out. In, hold, out.

It’s not working. He sighs out and stands up, stretching out his back before resigning himself to walking back to his apartment and trying to find sleep.

He hasn’t gone far at all, just around the next corner, when he comes across someone. He realises very quickly that it’s the same man from earlier that night. Again, he’s on his phone, tapping repetitively at his screen.

Jack frowns and crosses the street so he doesn’t have to walk by him directly. When he gets close enough though, a sound carries through the night.


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Under Appreciated TFB Lyrics

“I’m stabbing at the thoughts only to see what’s bleeding while I’m tripping acid and you’re tripping mushrooms.”- The Wrong Way

“You and your friends feel free and you’re way too cool for me and you do drugs now and all your problems run so deep”- Taking My Uzi to the Gym

“I keep asking questions I will never know the answers to”- The Winds

“It’s okay to give up ‘cause nobody here could care less”- So Sick We’re Dead

“We are so dishonest with ourselves”- So Sick We’re Dead

“Keep yourself distant and remote, unhappy and alone”- So Sick We’re Dead

“Times were pretty good before they started to unwind”- Silver Shinbone (Bucket Song)

“Believe me I’ve tried, and what I found
Was what we have is nowhere near as good as what we should have by now”- Not Yet

“I’m fine, I’m alright, but I will never let it go”- Somebody Else

“I have no idea what you’re going through so I won’t act like I do”- Somebody Else

“If I tell you all my secrets will you tell me all your lies?”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)

“He said no one’s going to listen until you mean every word you say”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)

“We keep saying we’re unhappy and they keep saying that we’re fine”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)

“Everything you’re feeling is common even though you’ve never felt so alone”- Rhode Island

“She says you gotta promise not to break no matter how far you are bent”- Rhode Island

“I wanna be stronger than your dad was for your mom”- Santa Monica

“If you need a little sunshine you can borrow some of mine. It’s okay if you’re unhappy, I would say before I leave her,
just take a look around there’s no one here that’s happy either”- Lonely Eyes

“If for some reason, you don’t feel like talking, I would just sit and enjoy your company”- Lonely Eyes

“Stop asking questions and learn to accept that the things that we have right now are the best things we’ve had yet”- Molly

“In this moment, I was pretty pleased with the person I was pretending to be”- Summer Shandy

“Well I’m staring at unfamiliar ceiling and I should leave ‘cause everybody here is tripping some new drug, except for me. WHY?! ‘Cause I don’t have the money”- More Than It Hurts You

“I am alone only half of the time, the other half I am only hiding”- Legit Tattoo Gun

“There’s a voice in the back of my head in the back of my head, says, ‘let 'em be just let them be happy.’”-Legit Tattoo Gun

“Whenever I’m alone or feeling lonely 
I pretend I can play the drums 
Inside my head”- Legit Tattoo Gun

“I need to stop playing out relationships
inside of my head because every one of my memories is filled with shit you never even said.”- If You’re Happy

“I’m scared I’m gonna die as lonely as I feel right now”- Lipstick Covered Magnet

“And this is only a cry for help, you said watch me fade away.”- If You’re Happy

“Today we could do something we would’ve never done before”- Jim Bogart

“Hey, Sweetheart, where’d you get those eyes? You think that I could have a pair?”- Just as Big, Twice as Swollen

“I should hug my friends more than I do”- The Distance That I Fell

“All the kids I used to spend my time with but now can’t stand seem to be dying”- The Bells

“She’ll go to church and pray to god one day but is she getting into heaven? There is no fucking way”- Carry Me Down the Street

“The end of the world makes me nervous because I, for one, have not found god yet or someone to fall in love with, rob a bank, shoot a cop with”- The Cops

“Don’t ask questions, keep your head down, learn your lessons, 'cause no one with money ever goes to jail”- Current Events

“Only the strong survive and that is only the biggest lie”- Current Events

“I shaved my head last night to start anew in a chapter I call without you and it’s going to be the best I’ve ever written”- Current Events

“Sometimes you get sad when we’re together because you’re not sure if you’ll miss me when I’m gone”- Everything I Own

“I get these strange phone calls at night with no one on the other side”- Flying Model Rockets

“I’m always focusing on the wrong things and then the wrong things become everything, I don’t know what I’m gonna do I don’t know what I’m gonna do about anything”- HELP

“She is begging you not to cut your hair 'cause curly hair don’t look good cut short”- Hooped Earings

“She’s coming over because it’s better than being alone”- I Think Your Nose is Bleeding

“Well I’m not going to sit here and deny what I think I felt”- I Think Your Nose is Bleeding

“I’ll stop writing the book because the book, I realized, was boring”- I Wrote a Book

“I just want this to mean something to anybody even if they don’t know who I am”- Swear To God The Devil Made Me Do It

“It’s a shame the bad habits are the hardest ones to break”- Swear To God The Devil Made Me Do It

“I will stop cutting my pants into shorts, I will address the issues I cannot ignore, I will do the things that I think you might like, and I will be alone probably the rest of my life”- Swimming Pool

“I have been thinking about letting my hair grow, I have been thinking about cutting it short, I have been thinking about dying it yellow, but I don’t think I have the bone structure or wardrobe to support that type of look”- More Than It Hurts You
deaf!steve modern au
  • steve’s not the best at lip reading as a kid, so bucky forces his parents to find someone who can teach the both of them ASL so bucky can communicate with steve when he doesn’t have his aids in
  • whenever steve stays the night, bucky makes sure he has a case on his bedside especially for steve’s hearing aids
  • he also makes sure he always falls asleep facing steve, so that when they wake up they can communicate immediately
  • when someone at school starts picking on steve for needing his aids, instead of helping him find more inconspicuous ones (’you shouldn’t be ashamed of ‘em, stevie’), he starts turning up with huge ear muffs on so people stop snickering at steve
  • fireworks sometimes hurt for steve to listen to, so every fourth of july he takes the hearing aids out and rests his head on bucky’s shoulder and watches all the colours explode; and bucky falls in love with him a little more each year
  • in high school, steve gets so tired of listening to tony ramble on about science or being his usual flamboyant self that he sometimes just slips his hearing aids out and literally tunes out - bucky thinks it’s the funniest thing on earth, but it takes tony years to figure it out
  • steve and clint like to fuck with their friends by pretending that they can’t hear what someone’s saying when they totally can
  • bucky insists that every single one of their friends learns at least some simple ASL not just for steve, but for clint too
  • to nobody’s surprise, natasha’s been learning since she was a kid
  • when bucky starts to play piano fluently, steve likes to place his hands on the side of it and feel the vibrations with his eyes closed instead of listening; bucky watches him the entire time with a smile on his face
  • after bucky kisses steve for the first time, he takes a step back and points to himself, crosses his forearms over the other and lets one of them drop, then points to steve with his palm up - signing ‘i love you’ with a timid smile on his face
  • (steve’s too overwhelmed to respond as such, and with tears in his eyes he just brings bucky in for another kiss)
  • at their wedding, they both recite their vows at the same time they sign them
  • and if they make up their own translation of ‘til the end of the line,’ that’s their business

anonymous asked:

I have a problem with remembering how to cope when things start feeling tough. it feels like my mind goes blank and i end up just laying in bed. any tips?

Hey honeybun 💕 I still experience this constantly. It’s actually normal to be tired and forgetful. People who suffer from mental illness usually have interrupted sleep cycles, our bodies are often in the fight-or-flight mode, we experience a lot of stress, and sometimes we take medication that causes fatigue. Our bodies are constantly working against our illnesses, but our brains sometimes work in favor of them. Being in a constant inner battle IS EXHAUSTING, and as human beings we all need to rest. You are not wrong for feeling this way. Please use your most non-biased judgement and make sure you are rested enough !!

Getting out of bed:

• Go easy on yourself and be kind.
• Start with something small like stretching, getting in the shower, brushing your teeth, or walking to another room in the house.
• Use positive thinking. Remind yourself that this feeling will pass, and tell yourself “I can do this. Just one step at a time, and I can get back into bed if I want to.” Reflect on your progress and personal strengths.
• Distract yourself with something you love. Play with a pet, read, listen to a positive music playlist, flip through a photo album, write in a journal, pick up your phone and call a good friend, etc.
• Bribe yourself. Treat yourself to a snack in the kitchen, change into your comfiest outfit, or take it even further by stepping out to a coffee shop for a hot drink.
• Stop trying so hard. Our effort can backfire on us and we can end up feeling worse than before. Breathe, and remember that not every day has to be productive. You are allowed to rest and take the time you need to heal.

Reminder tips:

• Keep a page in a notebook, or a digital note on your computer with your personal favourite self help ideas for when you’re feeling this way. Get creative if you want.
• Sticky notes !!! Stick ‘em everywhere. Positive words and reminders are great to have around your bedroom.
• I personally keep a binder filled with good articles, self help ideas, lists, colouring pages, therapy resources, and a ton of information on my illnesses. It’s helped me tremendously through my recovery journey and it’s one of my favourite go-to’s when I’m feeling really lost and unsure.

I hope these are somewhat helpful, darling. You’re never alone. 🌷💝


-stellar grades: you know you can do it. and you will.

-get healthy: You only got one body to live in. Take care of it hoe.

-cut my hair: snip snip. You’ve been wanting a change for a while. If you’re going to cut a few inches off, might as well cut of 8 inches and make a wig. Here’s to a good deed and a way to cut off a security blanket

-try out some dance classes: get in tune with your body. You love music, you want the confidence. Learn to ooze sensuality.

-get a tattoo: Your body is temple. Really though not to be cheesing or anything. It’s an opportunity to reclaim your body but also a fun project to save money for.

-take a self-defense class: Got to learn how to kick some ass.

-Find a new skill or hobby to get awesome at: The body is an amazing thing. The mind is even greater. It has so much capability. Use it well.

-Make something your proud of: Y'all got pinterest for a reason. Check out one of those pins you have saved.

-Stop comparing/competing: Every one has their own reality. Define your own. Don’t worry about trying to match with someone else’s.

-Go thrifting: Who knows what you’ll discover? Plus it’s good for the environment…reuse, reduce, recycle

-Own a beauty fear: Maybe you’re overly reliant on eyeliner like me. Ditch it. Find a new look to own.

-Go to a concert: All these good things get pricey af but if there’s a festival you’ve been eyeing, save up. You get to ogle over your fave artist but also learn some budgeting.

-Go out of your comfort zone: The path to self growth is reliant on being faced with uncomfortable situations. Push through because you know damn well, you can do it.

-Watch those shows/read those books you have lined up: You know those moments you have where you can sit and relax. Use it to check out everything you want to watch/read. Even if it’s a few minutes or a few pages. Take these slivers you have and use ‘em for relaxation.

-Check those bank statements: budget budget and budget. ignorance is not bliss when it comes to your bank statement. It’s about time you look straight at all those “treat yo self” sessions. This will help you push through and save for even better treats

-read more articles/watch more news: there’s a lot happening in this world and it’s crucial to stay informed. we got to use the knowledge given to us to our advantage.

-keep a memory jar: grab a random jar and some post it’s and write out anytime something good happens in 2017. Sometimes it’s way too easy to forget the good when something bad happens but opening it new year’s eve, right before 2018 will show you bright side of things.

-Love yourself

anonymous asked:

Would you say a game begins with "the protagonist wakes up in a unknown place to them" too cliché/too lame?

Only if you don’t use it properly.

The protagonist waking up in an unknown area can be a weak set up if you don’t give the player a reason to keep going and/or a goal to achieve.  

Pocket Mirror is the first thing that comes to mind with this: the player character wakes up in a room and has no idea what’s going on or how she got there.  From here, the player solves a series of puzzles with no other reason than “this is a puzzle game, do this to go on to the next room.”  Sure, there’s a mystery, but you’re not sure if you’re anywhere closer to solving it by doing these puzzles or what you are achieving by doing these puzzles in the first place.  You don’t have much context for what’s going on either.  All you know is that you’re playing as a young girl in a…castle?  Mansion?  Who knows (you figure it out at the end of course).  Heck, I didn’t even realize she had amnesia until she told someone she didn’t know her name 20 minutes into the game (other games have the character’s name never be revealed with no amnesia).

Speaking of amnesia, Amensia: The Dark Descent has a pretty good set up.  You wake up as this dude with amnesia who has a note from his past self saying “Lol hi present you it’s past me, I gave you amnesia. I did this so you can  go kill this guy in the castle for me.  Please and thank you, Past Daniel”.  Straight off the bat you’re given a goal (kill Alexander) and a specific mystery to solve (why did Daniel give himself amnesia?).  You have other small goals you got to do leading up to it.  So you’ve got a sense of what you’re doing.

The protagonist waking up in an unknown area can be pretty helpful to a game.  When a player starts the game, they’ll have no idea what’s going on. The player character will ask questions the audience wants to know the answers to, like “where am I?” and “how does this work?”, so you can give your players clear explanations to things you want them to know.

I think the Player Character should also be reasonably intuitive for this kind of thing to work to - they can start saying “Oh, so that’s what’s going on with this…” when you feel like your players will start connecting some dots based on the stuff the protagonist knows.  You can also have the protagonist provide alternate theories like “Oh, so I’m here because of this reason” when later it’s revealed that no, the protagonist was here for a different reason.  This way, you can still have your player character be a thinking human being without having them solve the mystery of why they’re there for the player.

I ended up asking @ralphrius about this since he likes to talk about video game design a lot.  Here’s his opinion: 

Make sure that there is a REASON they wake up there and make sure the reveal is SATISFYING

Don’t use “they wake up in a strange place” as a start of your story.  at least, don’t start WRITING from there.  make sure you have an AMAZING idea as to WHY they wake up there.  and make sure that when it gets revealed, every player will go “holy SHIT”

I think that’s good if you’re basing the plot off of the mystery of why they’re there.  I remember playing Ravenwood Horror and the reason why the protagonist was there was revealed pretty early: he was there to tend to someone as a doctor.  It was a simple explanation, and the game kept the mystery going by trying to figure out what happened to the patient and how to get out of the castle and not die.  So a big reveal isn’t always necessary, just something to aim for if it’s the crux of your story.

Sorry if the answer is kinda nebulous - cliches can be an opinion kind of thing rather than a set in stone kind of thing.  You can make anything work in a game as long as you use it right.  I hope this helps you a bit!  

Do any of my followers out there have any other opinions on this? Feel free to shout ‘em out.


Ted Bundy’s last confessions to the warden of Florida State Penitentiary:

Ted : January 24, 1989 (around 6:40 a.m.). For the Utah detective named ‘Couch’, there’s one more we didn’t have time for. It’s going to be hard. Between Price and Green River, about ten miles south of Price, a road going south out of Price, maybe five or ten miles, there is a side road to the left going toward the mountains, going east. A quarter mile in there’s a dirt road to the left. This is not going to work too well, (mentioning the map he was working with,) but I’ll try to do something with it. A hundred to two hundred yards in, there’s the remains of a young woman who disappeared from Brigham Young University, June of 1975. That’s as close as I can get it from the map that we have here.

The Warden : Do you know her name?

Ted : No, I don’t.

The Warden : Is that it ?

Ted : To Mike Fisher and the Colorado detectives, the last woman they wanted to talk about, Denise Oliverson, I believe. Referring again to Denise Oliverson, or whoever it was out of Grand Junction that Mike Fisher wanted to discuss, I believe the date was in April 1975. The young woman’s body would have been placed in the Colorado River about five miles west of Grand Junction. It was not buried. That’s all the ones that I can help you with. That’s all the ones that I know about. There are no missing ones outstanding that we haven’t talked about.

The Warden : That’s all of ‘em, Ted?

Ted : Yeah, can I get a smoke off somebody?

The Warden : Ted, I have some inquiries from Illinois and New Jersey.

Ted : Okay. Well, let’s just deal with whatever is outstanding like that. I can say without any question that there is nothing that I was involved in in Illinois or New Jersey.

The Warden : How about Burlington, Vermont? Nothing there? Texas?

Ted : No.

The Warden : Miami?

Ted : No.

The Warden : Okay. That’s all we’ve got. Okay, Ted, thank you.

Ted : You’re welcome.

anonymous asked:

Why does it fucking matter what people draw a character? The show is meant for a variety of interpretations

hiya! so if you’re white, this probably doesn’t mean a lot to you! you’re probably like, “wow, why is this important?” that’s because you don’t know what it’s like to not be represented in media! a lot of things get made in your image, and everything caters to you, and race in media doesn’t even seem important anymore

however, as someone who is definitely not white? it kinda sucks to never see anyone who even vaguely looks like you ever! so many things don’t have any characters of colour whatsoever, and with taz you can literally imagine whatever you want! that’s why i don’t have any white headcanons. it’s because there’s more than enough white characters in the world.

however, here are some more reasons why this is important to me, em roswelltxt:

  • historically, poc do not have a place in fantasy media, apart from like, terribly racist caricatures (ie. orcs). this is an opportunity to create a space for poc!
  • making characters white simply because you’re white is, frankly, boring! like, come on!! as a white creator you can help push designs of poc and like, really shift people’s thinking. you have a lot of freedom with stuff like this, so why not make some people of colour happy!!
  • white/green taakos get championed the most, out of all character designs. this is especially prevalent in the adventure zine! a post about that was made by my bud rob flovvright over here
  • continuing from that point, i know what it’s like to be worried about posting nonwhite hcs in a fandom that makes a character predominantly white all the time! i want to be the person i wish i had when i was growing up in fandoms, you know? i want artists of colour to know their nonwhite boys are good and perfect! 

so yes. a variety of interpretations are welcome, and as i’ve repeatedly said, people not drawing nonwhite boys doesn’t keep me up at night. however, it’s important to consider what being represented does for people of colour, who seldom have a place in media. 

Ah, now there’s a good question. Y’see, cause it involves money!

Indirectly, f’course, like in a capitalist cause-and-effect kinda way, but still. Money!

Listen, I’ve been runnin’ th’ shack for years now, and lemme tell ya, y’get all kinds of customers when workin’ at a place like that.  Some folks’ll just come in lookin’ t’buy a bag of chips from the vendin’ machine, others will be comin’ in to purchase an entire fur…fish…hybrid thing…

But, er, y’know, whatever th’ case, there is one product that’s been irresistible t’even the most skeptical of buyers.  You folks ready t’know what it is?  Heh, I think you are…

‘Cause it’s me!

More specifically, the exclusive, rare, official Mystery Shack licensed Stan Pines Bobblehead™! (Patent pending.)

Would’ya just look at that craftsmanship?  Th’ way it captures my stunnin’ physique, my devilishly handsome smile, that…that dull, lifeless haze I get in my eyes ‘cause, like, I’m tired all the time…


Half the time, we’re barely able to keep these things on the shelves!  And it’s not just because Mabel’s been swipin’ em to test out her makeover skills.  Or because Ford got all grouchy his name was on somethin’ “degradin’“ and burned half our stock.

Though, uh, both have happened.

Though I will admit…and…and it’s kinda sad, if y’really think about it…There’s one product that’s just inches away from beatin’ it…from livin’ out its hopes and dreams of bein’ th’ most purchased item in th’ Mystery Shack…

And that’s our beautifully crafted, mint condition Mystery Shack Snowglobe™! (Patent also pending. I got a lot of patents pendin’.)

But hey, you can help, kiddo!  Just buy like, ten’f these babies and it’ll surpass th’ bobblehead for our most popular item.

‘Course, you wouldn’t want th’ bobblehead to feel left out, so you might wanna buy a couple’f those too after the fact.  And from there you might as well just go back and forth buyin’ stuff so you’re givin’ each product a fair chance at livin’ its dream, y’know?

C’mon, have a heart!  Think’f the children and…whales ‘n stuff.


Dancing On My Own: Part 3

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Drunkenness

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Word Count: 1206

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

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“Bucky,” you sighed as you rolled your eyes. Your best friend was currently sprawled out on the couch – drunk off his ass and sound asleep.

“Y/N,” he muttered as he groped the air sleepily for your hand. You obliged him and he grabbed hold of it tightly before dragging you to the couch beside him. You laughed breathlessly as he held you tightly to him. “Mmm,” he muttered as he nuzzled his head into your hair.

“Come on you lush, we’ve gotta get you home,” you laughed as you stumbled back to your feet. Bucky opened an eye cautiously and groaned.

“Can’t I stay here?” he mumbled grumpily.

You laughed at this as you yanked on his hand. Of course you couldn’t actually get him to stand up if he didn’t want to – you certainly weren’t that strong. Luckily you had Steve, who walked over to you tugging at his friend’s arm in vain with a grin. “Need help?” he chuckled.

“Good luck with that,” you snorted as you dropped Bucky’s arm and moved out of the way.

“Up and at ‘em, pal,” Steve yelled as he hoisted his friend to his feet.

Bucky moaned at the action. “You’re such a punk,” he muttered under his breath.

“Mhm, whatever you say, Buck. You think you can get to the apartment if Y/N helps you? It’s just around the block,” Steve asked – uneasy about the steadiness of his friend’s feet. “Fury called – mission,” Steve mouthed silently to your inquiring eyes. You nodded silently in return – if Bucky knew the others were going on a mission he would insist on going, but right now he couldn’t walk in a straight line.

“Sure Stevie,” Bucky slurred before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and shuffling his feet clumsily with yours as you made your way out of the venue.

“Oh seriously Y/N – I’m not THAT drunk,” Bucky mumbled as he crashed headfirst onto the couch. You let out a sigh of relief as you sat on the floor by the couch. Having to navigate down two blocks in Brooklyn with an intoxicated super soldier was harder than it sounded. Bucky turned over with a huff and looked at you through his lashes – a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

“What?” You asked flustered as you laughed.

“Did you have a good birthday?” he whispered quietly.

“The best in recorded history,” you grinned at him as you responded.

“I’m sorry,” he grimaced as he turned away from you to stare at the ceiling.

“About what?”

“Getting drunk and falling asleep at your party. I guess I am just an old man after all,” he snorted as he grinned at the ceiling. You laughed at this. Bucky always had a way of making you smile even when you were exhausted or terrified of the future. The thought pulled you back to the turmoil that had threatened to surface all night. You sighed to yourself before getting up. You had almost reached the doorway to your room when Bucky’s voice rang out. “Doll?”

“Yeah, Buck?” you asked as you turned to see him sitting up on the couch.

He paused for a moment. It was obvious that there was something that he wanted to say, but he suddenly reasoned himself out of it. “Happy Birthday,” he smiled before laying back down.

Bucky sighed to himself as he stared at the ceiling. He hadn’t been this drunk in years and he silently cursed himself for acting like a total fool. He could hear you in the other room as you readied yourself for bed. The temptation was there – to burst through your bedroom door and press you hard against his body as he kissed you like his life depended on it. The thought caused his body to respond in ways that surprised him, but he wouldn’t act on it. He had too much to lose by rushing headlong into his confession to you. He sighed again as he turned on his side – this was going to be next to impossible.

Maybe he was better off having you as a friend than not having you at all. His heart ached at the thought. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground. Steve had been a brother to him for the better part of ninety years, but even then – he couldn’t help but hope for things to not work in Steve’s favor – just this once.

He was faced with an impossible task – to be the man you deserved and lose you to his best friend, or to be the man he knew he was and lose his best friend in the process.

You padded softly from the bedroom to to living room to check on the sleeping form nestled on your couch. Steve had texted you to let you know that he was going to be gone with the others for at least a week which meant you had plenty of quality time with your best friend ahead of you – as long as he didn’t die from alcohol poisoning first. You sighed with relief as you neared the couch. He was peacefully asleep— with his hair sprayed messily across his face, and his lips slightly parted. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached out to gently brush his hair from his face. A small smile turned up the corners of his lips as he raised his hand and nimbly placed his fingers over yours. You laughed as you shook your head at him – unable to even be annoyed that he was pretending to be asleep. “How long have you been awake, punk?”

“Long enough,” he grinned as he peeked through his lashes. “Why don’t you take a picture next time? It will last longer,” he teased as he pulled you down onto the couch – wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled beside him. You had always been affectionate with Bucky – it was part of your friendship. As he hummed into your hair you couldn’t help but relax into his embrace. His warmth was intoxicating, and after a long night of tossing and turning while you waited for Steve— you embraced it. Steve – the thought of him made you feel guilty immediately, but you weren’t sure why. You sat up with a sigh as Bucky propped himself up on his elbows to look at you. “You okay?” he asked as he stared at you.

“I’m not sure,” you muttered as you pushed off the couch and walked towards your room.

Bucky watched you closely before getting up from the couch with a groan and following you. He lingered at your doorway, casually leaning on the frame. “What’s going on with you?” he whispered.

You shrugged as you threw yourself back on the bed. “I have no idea, Buck. I just… I don’t know….” The buzz of your cellphone cut off your confession to your best friend. You had wanted to tell him that something didn’t feel right. You had wanted to tell him about the crippling anxiety that had descended upon you after you had said “yes” to Steve’s proposal, but as you brought your phone to your ear and heard your father’s panic stricken voice everything you had meant to say melted into oblivion.

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Red Stains in the Morning // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: family fluff, domestic fluff, parent!phan

Words: 2.6k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: blood, mentions of sex

Summary: Ten-year-old Emily Lester has just started her period, and Dan and Phil get to have a little chat with her about it.

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