i feel like have to finish it now

I feel like there should be so much more story to yansim that I know it won’t have when/if it’s finished.

There should be a story for every character, every club.

The gardening club takes in lost animals, gives them a home until they either are able to live out in the wild again or one of the members can keep them as a pet. As the atmosphere grows darker the more on edge the club feels. Sometimes they forget to water the plants, now the tomatoes are rotting. One of the members had a breakdown in the middle of a club activity. Animals stopped coming around, and what once was a peaceful gardening club has crumbled to a bunch of scared individuals, most of them not even going to the club due to the fear of being out in the open, perfect for a killer to strike.

The martial arts club, good fighters that have even competed against other schools. They are regarded as the strongest students in the school, until one day one of the weaker members is found crying in the bathroom. Unwilling to start the club activity without all the members, Budo comforts the kid. For some reason that member didn’t come back to school the next few days, and you learn when they do return that they personally knew one of your rivals.

Possibly the most upbeat of all, the music club. They play loud enough for people outside the school to hear and they’re always ready to shout, make noise, make friends and most importantly, have fun. The first murder is reported, Osana Najimi. The school feels as if a heavy weight is pushing on each student. Despite that the music club proudly continues on, in an attempt to cheer everyone up. The noise level lesseens week by week. And on the 10th week the school is finally silent.

The photography club, they were everywhere. It’s guaranteed embarrassing moments of all kind will be used in the yearbook. “So be careful, you’ll never know when a member is near by.” That joking statement had never been more true. It was all over the news, school paper, live broadcasting to all of Japan. Missing girls about 15-16 years old all from Akademi High School. The headmaster wasn’t going to do anything, so somebody had to. “Security” guarding the doors, suspicious students accompanied by multiple photography club members, if the school board wasn’t going to take the cases seriously, then the photography club would.

Cooking club was small compared to the other clubs. They were very tight knit and only accepted new members if A) they were friends with someone who was already a member, or B) their cooking and ability to gossip was so damn good. To even bring up the idea of gossip stopping just because some substitute who was at their school died. Probably the most put together, the cooking club never stopped talking about who died and how and why, but they no longer had the appetite to call themselves the “cooking club.”

The occult club. You couldn’t’ve asked for a bigger group of outcasts. Obsessed with summoning demons in school, what was wrong with them? Those were the comments made about this infamous club before they disbanded. Their leader was found dead, buried behind the school. Most students assumed it was the club members themselves that had killed her, all were found innocent but they had to disband, as nobody believed they could ever be as good a leader as Oka Ruto.

The science club are the most feared, surpassing the Occult club in a recent school wide poll. One of the students even made a robot that was supposed to help clean up the classroom for teachers, but it ended up burning a hole through classes 2-A’s floor and 1-A’s ceiling. When the atmosphere starts to get worse and reports about missing and/or dead students from their school start popping up, the science club begins to have a bit of a God complex. Robots for everything, the robots run the school. Checking before you walk into school, into class, into your club room, it doesn’t matter who you are. If the robots find something against school rules, they’ll eliminate you right there. After the first casualty less people come to school. Soon enough the only people who go back are the Science Club themselves.

The Gaming Club. As if you didn’t think they’d be ready for something like this. Midori has played all the main Danganronpa games, Pippi (though she prefers rhythm games,) has played almost every season of the Walking Dead game, Ryuto has played Ace Attorney, Mai has played enough strange dating sims, they’re preferred.

The Drama Club was used to playing pretend. Being shocked when they found a “dead body,” crying when their loved one’s “lifeless corpse” was splayed out in front of them, but it was nothing compared to when it really happened. Kizana, for once, stopped speaking. Her voice was loud enough and she didn’t want to bring attention to herself, so she became selectively mute as soon as she’d heard Osana was found dead and buried in the gardening club. She began avoiding school for a week, just to come back the next to get news that Amai had been reported missing. She stayed close to someone she thought would protect her if she were next, Senpai. Things were all good until Thursday, Kizana promised herself to break her “no talking” rule and to confess to Senpai that he had made her feel safe and calm and that she was grateful. Come Friday she slid a letter in his locker telling him to meet her at the cherry blossom tree after school. She walked into her club room, and sighed. She had just been ridiculous this whole time! How should she possibly think she was–
And sharp pain overcomes her back and she falls dead, screaming for somebody to help her. Ayano takes the blood from the knife and wipes it on her art club apron. “It was a dramatic scene.” She tells those who seemed worried about the screams from the Drama room.

anonymous asked:

Are you ok?

Thanks for asking nonny.  The truth of it is, between the big bang and other commitments and working on my own projects, I’m kind of burned out right now.  I’ve been working basically nonstop for the last two months or so, if not longer.  And not it a way that means I have a paycheck to console myself with. I was hoping the reviews from my BB would help, but I just…I don’t know.  I was really drained because I’d just finished my edits for my book, and then I got some comments which were basically all constructive criticism that normally wouldn’t have bothered me too much, but under the circumstances made it feel like something I do for fun and for free was becoming work and felt kind of unappreciated.  I know they meant well, but in my current frame of mind it didn’t help much.

It didn’t help that I’ve somehow managed to hurt my back again, and my period (which even on birth control is painful enough to leave me bedridden) didn’t improve matters.

So I think I’m going to be taking October off from writing (both fic and my own).  Hopefully I should be recovered in time for nano, which I love, and back to posting “regularly” again in December.  Thank you for your concern!

“And now the bloody bastards have won”

“Every day of the week, Reg”

I’m like six months late to the party, but I just finished reading Night Watch and I understand now. That was…really sad. I feel so bad for Reg.

Requests Closed

I have a lot of requests, and I’m working on a different project for the blog right now. I don’t want to disappoint anyone, because they could request something that they really, REALLY want to see and I don’t/can’t draw it. Just posting this makes me feel like I’m disappointing a ton of people. So, I’m sorry; and I’ll try to finish them ASAP so I can take more requests! 

orange boy bop

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get to know me: favorite female character → the ‘avatar: the last airbender’ girls
“I’m a warrior, but I’m a girl too.”

Rivals? || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2238 words

Request by anon: hi, can you please do a peter parker x reader imagine where the reader is tony starks daughter or something and she and peter hate each other but they low key have sexual tension or something like that? and the imagine ends with them kissing or something? idk sorry if that didn’t make sense

No spoilers homie

Originally posted by peterbparkerr


Y/N Stark always wanted a normal life. She hated being known as Iron Man’s ​daughter. She hated not being a normal teenager. For her entire life, she was home schooled,being taught from the best in New York. So of course, she wanted to go to a high school, to have the experience of hating her teachers and falling in love.

The first day of freshmen year was strange at Midtown High, most people didn’t know who she was until she told them her name. Rumors had been going around about the infamous Y/N Stark was attending Midtown, but nobody thought of it to be true.

Teachers would kiss up to her, not wanting to face the wrath of her father, Tony Stark. Everyone wanted to be her friend by the Friday of her first week in high school, everyone but one person, Peter Parker. He hated how she got treated like royalty by the teacher and the students, especially Flash, who did anything to get her attention. He hated how her grades were as good as his. The whole school knew about their rivalry quickly into freshmen year.

After Peter got bitten by the radioactive spider that gave him his powers, he knew he had to do something with his ability. Like his Uncle said, “With great power comes great responsibility.” This only convinced him more that he should be out there, protecting the people of New York. He was also happy that he finally got something that Y/N didn’t have.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. When she was around him, he was captivated by her beauty. They would share glances in the hallway but would both quickly look away from embarrassment.

Y/N didn’t hate him, she tried to be nice to him. She didn’t like how her dad gave Peter all of his attention, but she understood it was for a good reason. The two teens were always battling for first place for everything such as science fairs and debates. They were always neck and neck, him beating her as much as she did him. But, she thought it was cute when Peter did little things like tap his fingertips on his desk when he was nervous or whenever he spoke, she was drawn to his lips. She thought Peter was cute in general.

Most people saw his ‘hatred’ for her as love masked with hate. Everyone thought that by the end of high school the two would be dating. Peter’s friends tried convincing him to talk to her, nicely, but he wouldn’t. Y/N’s friends tried to get the two smartest kids at Midtown High together, but it just failed.

“Hey Dad?” Y/N asked while she sat at the dinner table alone with her father. He looked up from his food, “Hmm?” He mumbled back to her, with food in his mouth.

“Can I go to a-a party tonight?” She questioned, playing with the food on her fork.

“Where is it?” Tony asked, stuffing food into his mouth. Y/N looked up at him, “Queens. In the suburbs. A lot of my friends are going.” She added.

Tony nodded his head, “Fine you can go.” Y/N looked at her dad, eyes wide. “Really?” She exclaimed.

“Yes. But no drinking,” He stated, pointing his finger at her but paused, “Okay. Minimal drinking.”

Y/N smiled widely, nodding her head muttering, “Yeah, yeah of course. Thank you.” She ran up to Tony and hugged him.

She left her chair and went to hug him. “Let me take you.” He said as he hugged her back. Y/N pulled away furrowed her eyebrows, slightly confused at the man, “Why?” Usually if Y/N had somewhere to be, Tony made someone else take her so the act was strange.

Tony smirked, “Come on, you’d be the coolest person there because I have sweet cars.” Y/N nodded her head, agreeing with him. “Okay, well I’m gonna go get ready.” She beamed, running up the stairs.


Tony pulled up to you’re friends house, music blaring and red solo cups already littering the ground. He looked at Y/N, wondering where all the time went. “Ugh, you’re growing up, guess it had to happen sooner or later,” He joked, making Y/N giggle.

“I’m gonna go, I’ll call you when it’s over, or text you if I’m staying the night, alright?” She asked, exiting the car. Some of the teens who were standing outside or just got dropped off were staring in shock. Tony Stark just dropped his teenage daughter off at a party in a, most likely, a very expensive car.

Y/N slammed the door shut, “Bye Dad!” She waved with a smile, waiting for him to drive away.Tony smiled at his daughter, bidding his farewell before speeding away.

“God, she irritates me. She would obviously have her rich daddy drive her here in a cool ass car just to make herself look good.” Peter groaned as he went inside with Ned.

“Or maybe he wanted to take his daughter to a high school party?” Ned suggested, realizing that the statement didn’t make much sense. The boys walked over to the drink table. Booze, booze, booze. Whatever. Peter soon found the fridge and got water, in a red cup so people wouldn’t call him so prude.

Y/N had found a couple of her friends to hang out with. They were already buzzed, she wanted to stay sober just to make sure her friends got home safely.

Halfway through the party, Flash, the host, shouted, “Yo, if anyone wants to play seven minutes in heaven, bring your ass over here!”

About half a dozen people followed him. Everyone at the party was either too drunk to car about his statement or didn’t want to play the game where they were locked in a closet with a stranger. “Come on, let’s go.” One of her friends exclaimed.

“Yeah let’s go.” Herr other friend yelled.

“Um, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” She shouted over the loud music. Her friends rolled their eyes and grabbed either of her arms, dragging her in Flash’s direction. The group of people who wanted to play were already there, sitting in a circle, around a bottle that was resting on a table. She looked at the faces of all the people, and was met with the grimace of Peter Parker.

Her friends found an open spot in the circle so naturally, Y/N sat with them, sitting diagonally across from Peter. “You all should know how the game works. But, to those of you who don’t [cough] Peter Parker [cough].” Flash boomed, making his friends laugh. Y/N felt bad for him, he didn’t deserve to be treated badly. No one does.

“Whoever wants to start, will spin the bottle. Whoever the bottle lands on, you have to go into that closet,” He said, pointing to a closet nearby, “for seven minutes with that person. You can do whatever you want in there cause it’ll be locked. After seven minutes I’ll open the door and yeah. Start the process over again with the person next to you. So, who’s first?”

It was about 4 rounds into the game, and Y/N was getting bored. But she was glad she didn’t have to go in yet. After a pair came out of the closet, with lipstick smeared all over their faces it was Peter’s turn. “Be cool about it, there are a lot of hot girls in this circle man.” Ned whispered when Peter spun the bottle. Peter nodded his head, agreeing with his friend.

The bottle spun slower and slower, Peter’s hands were starting to get clammy. The bottle stopped and he looked up from the green glass. The person sitting in front of it was none other than Y/N Stark. All the teenagers froze, shocked at what had happened. “I-I gotta go,” Peter mutter, standing up from his seat on one of the couches.

“Na-na-na-na no,” Peter felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Flash, “You’re gonna go into that closet with your best friend Y/N.” Flash finished sarcastically, pulling Peter over to Y/N, before grabbing her arm and pushing them into the closet. Flash slammed the door closed, making the two flinch.

“Seven minutes starts now,” Flash shouted from behind the door, before walking away towards the group of teens.

It was quiet for about thirty seconds, the two both scared of talking to the other. There was enough space in the closet to leave you both a couple inches apart, but only a couple inches. “Um, I’m sorry you had to do this,” Y/N apologized sympathetically, “I should’ve never come to this stupid party.” She muttered the last part, shaking her head. Peter stayed silent, holding one arm with the other.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Y/N asked, desperate to know.

Peter sighed, “I-I don’t hate you. It’s just,” he paused, not knowing what to say, “I was so used to being the smartest kid in class and suddenly you show up, beating me in nearly everything. I guess I was just, jealous of what you had.” He admitted honestly, slightly frustrated. Looking down in between the two to look at his shoes. “You have everything in the world. You have a lot of money, a rich dad, and a bunch of friends.You’re fucking perfect. I don’t have anything like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologized again, feeling bad for him. She started playing with her thumbs, “But, I’m not perfect, I hated what I had. My rich dad gives you more attention now than he gives me because of the whole, superhero thing.” She whispered the last part, not knowing if anyone was listening, “My friends only want to be friends with me because of my name and the money I have. It sucks, ya know?” Y/N finished, a few tears leaking from her eyes.

“I, I didn’t know you felt that way,” He said, regretting the way he has treated this girl for the past couple of years. He moved forward, closing the space between them, moving his hands to cup her cheeks, brushing away her tears with his thumbs.

“You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. I didn’t know what things were like for you. I am so sorry I was so rude to you.” He apologized, leaning his forehead against hers. Y/N reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing reassuringly.

“You didn’t know, it’s alright.” She whispered, her breath fanning against his cheeks, and a small, understanding smile on her lips.

“But it’s not alright,” Peter murmured, rubbing one of his thumbs on her cheek. Y/N closed her eyes for a second, “If you kiss me, I’ll forgive you.” He looked at her slightly shocked. But he closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to the right before leaning in and capturing her lips with his. She closed her eyes once again, putting her arms around his neck and her hands into his hair.

His lips were soft, and hers tasted like candy. Her nose brushed against his cheek, but the act went unnoticed. She started playing with his hair, twirling it around her fingers.

Unbeknownst to Peter and Y/N, Flash shouted that the seven minutes were up. He moved towards the wooden door, not hearing anything coming from the other side due to the loud music. He went to unlock the door. When it opened, he froze. “Holy shit!” Flash shouted making the two kissing immediately pull apart, out of breath.

Peter had a blush rising on his face, mimicking Y/N’s. Most of the people who were playing were curious at what was happening, a crowd forming around the door. “They were just making out!” Flash shouted with a smirk on his lips, making the blush on Peter and Y/N’s face deepen.

“Alright Parker!” Someone in the crowd of people yelled, making Y/N stifle a laugh. Peter glared at her playfully. The crowd of people began to fade away, Flash telling the two to get out of the closet for the next round of people to go in.

Peter and Y/N walked to a place in the house where there wasn’t a herd of people. “So, do you want to go to the movies with me sometime?” Peter stammered, nervous about what her answer might be. Y/N smiled, “I would love too, Peter. Now, go enjoy the rest of the party. I have to go deal with my drunk friends.” She chuckled starting to back away. 

Peter nodded his head understandingly, “I’ll text you then. Yeah?” 

Y/N tilted her heard to the side slightly. “You better. You don’t want to make a Stark angry.” She said with a chuckle, walking back towards her friends.

Peter fist bumped the air, before whispering to himself, “I have a date….. awesome.”

Part Two

MMMM tastie improvement fresh out the oven

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The Difference Between Us is an upcoming My Little Pony fan game about Fluttershy on her first date with Pinkie Pie. Fluttershy never knew that Pinkie felt that way about her, and she struggles to figure out what she wants and how she feels about Pinkie as she finds her way through the date.

There are three main routes through the date, and each route has three endings, all with several different variations depending on your prior choices. There are no bad endings, just different ways of exploring a new relationship and the new feelings that come with it. All of the mane six as well as the cutie mark crusaders make appearances to offer advice, hang out, or even put on a show. And all along the way, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie will be telling stories, sharing secrets, healing old wounds, and, hopefully, growing closer.

Coming soon!

anonymous asked:

could you possibly please rec a couple of your fave fics? ♥️

Ok, so I’m assuming: klance fics? Alright, here we go:

texting fics (I love those kind of fics. They almost always seem to nail characters’ personalities and texting style and are so funny to read. The ones I’ll mention now are my absolute fav from this category):

left on read ✓ by hinatashoyo

Ongoing, funny and although sometimes hits a serious area it’s mostly in a light tone. Pining!Keith.

(For me it’s a big plus, because as you know if you follow me, it’s one of my favourite tropes in Voltron fandom)

little numbers by ashtxns

(I guess you have to be logged in user of AO3 to read that one)

Anyway, ongoing and I suspect it won’t be finished but because of it’s form you don’t get a feeling like you’re left hanging. Super funny. Established klance.

and here comes the blushing groom by hiriki

Completed. Keith and Lance are stucked on a planet which citizens believe they are heroes destined to save them. The thing is they have to get married. Aka: Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Allura and Shiro are texting while Keith.exe stopped working. I don’t remember it very well, but I know I had fun while reading. Also, @xxxkaseixxx recommended it to me, so I already knew it’s a good one before starting.

Legendary Station by BleuSarcelle

Ok, so it’s not really texting fic but it’s a first part of a series where second part is texting fic. You don’t have to read that one to enjoy it’s continuation but I’m strongly reccomending it, because it’s a joy, I remember that one quote (about Keith’s mullet) made me laugh histerically at 3 a.m.

The story is: Voltron is a Radio Station beloging to Allura and her family and: Black, Green, Yellow, Red and Blue are it’s hosts. The station menagers decide that if all radio hosts specialize in certian topics and have already established base of listeners then Station can be even more popular if hosts would be paired with each other. Turns out they were right. Completed.

dance au fics:

i bet you look good on the dancefloor by xShieru

One of the first fics I’ve read in this fandom. I don’t remember it very well but the general impression is that it was quite enjoyable. Except that…pining!lance was…very extremaley thirsty and I’m not very fond of Keith being pictured as some sex object. The fic is well written, it’s not like Keith is dumb but pretty. It’s just when you see him through Lance’s eyes it may be uncomfortable for some people.

Lance, Hunk and Pidge are dancers who strongly admire dancing duo Keith and Shiro. Some stuff happens, Lance goes on dancing camp and guess who’s an instructor? Completed.

Shut Up And Dance With Me by wittyy_name

I’m pretty sure everyone knows this one so I’ll just say it’s pretty great and if you haven’t before you should read this one and also every other fic wrtitten by this author. Ongoing.

I’m Going To Sweep You Off Your Feet   by Adventures_in_Writing

Ongoing. Shiro and Allura are getting married and Keith - as Shiro’s best man - needs to take some dance lesson because it’s important part of a wedding. So he takes them from Allura’s maid of honor - Lance. There is some actual knowledge about dances so it’s cool. Also, Keith’s a florist.

fanatsy kind of fics:

Gate Keeper by MoonlitPaladin (MoonlitStardust)

Scottish folklore, faes, mystery. Lance has a destiny. Really good writing.

Flirting With Death by drippingpen

Now this one is maybe my favourite. It’s hard to decide but there is something about this story that reminds me of a type of books I used to read before discovering fanfiction.

Ongoing. Keith is Grim Reaper. Lance is his first…client?

Of Lions and House Cats  by Ms_Towa

People with super powers are real and known in public because they all belong to Voltron Alliance. Unless they are Galra.

Keith is a superhero. Lance is vigilante that he has to stop. Lance is also a cute boy he has a crush on. Secret identyties. Pining!Keith. Ongoing

coffe shop au (well not exactly but)

Better than coffee by peralta

Also one of the first fics I started reading in this fandom and only recently completed.

Lance is a college student who tries to cut of his addiction to coffee and maybe switch for tea… Keith conviniently is a hot as hell barista in a bubble tea shop. And also college student, double majoring because he’s awesome and perfect and dead inside.

Voltron cafe by PinkHitman

If you know this blog but didn’t read a fic that goes with it, go read it immediately.

It’s kind of like maid/butler cafe where Lance is a butler and his rival from high school his most frequent client. Very very like v e r y pining!Keith. Ongoing.

kind of nsfw/kinky stuff:

Please Drink Resposibly by enjayas

It’s completed and has lots of additional to this au separate fics. All of them great.

Let’s play a game „How much drunk Lance can remember”? Pining!Keith.

Keith is sure that his feelings will forever stay one-sided since Lance is so obviously straight.

Hot singles in your area by rire

Lance calls a girl who gave him her number execpt that she gave him a Sex Line number. Quite cruel, right? But the person on the phone is actually more interesting than that girl anyway, so.

Keith is Sex Line worker, but he’s soo into this that he talks his clients through while solving a sudoku. At least most of them, because one is special. Ongoing, possibly on hiatus.

Crowd Pleaser by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

Keith gets a job as a bertender and is immediately strongly atrracted to one of club’s dancers: Blue Rider. Too bad Keith’s taken.

This one may be triggering for some people because Keith is in a realtionship with a male OC character who’s manipulative, controlling and once used a violence to make a point.

I put this fic in „kinky” category but it’s actually a very thought out psychological study, excellent writing, some funny scenes too. Ongoing.

College au:

Not That Bad by varelsen

Actually realistic settings. I remember it very fondly. Mutual pining. Completed.

Keith moves in by averagebear

Slow burn torture. Like, really. Agony, but don’t we love it?

Anyway, title kinda tells what it’s about. Hunk decided that Lance as a roommate is too distracing so he moves out but finds Lance a new roommate so he can pay his rent. New roommate turns out to be Keith, Lance’s highschool rival and bisexual awakening. Another one of those where Keith thinks Lance is straight.

Mutual pining. Ongoing.

and for those I don’t really have a category for:

On Thin Ice by Minadora

Keith is a hockey player that needs to practise some grace so he takes ice dancing lessons in Arena where his brother Shiro is an instructor. Keith thinks that Shiro will be his teacher. ha ha. Ha.

Anayway, it’s lovely. Sadly updates are very rare. But the chapters are long so it evens. Ongoing.

Kismet, Kill me by Jessadilla

*sigh* Probably will never be completed and, unfortunetly, it WILL leave you hanging. So keep it in mind if you’ll decide to give it a try.

But I had to put it on a list becacuse it’s one of the first etc etc and there is a sentence that will probably stay with me forever: „Lance is a person of many acqaintances, but very few friends”. And I get it, I so get it. When you’re charismatic you attract people easily. But only some of them will stay with you after knowing you better.

Keith falls in love at first sight but will he still like that charming stranger who’s actually rude, obnoxious and tactless when he’ll spend more time in his company?

….Ongoing. In theory, but it’s been a year so…

Objects in Motion (When Unbalanced) by Mytay

(Actually check out all of this author’s fics!)

This one is about how on every planet that Paladins visit citizens mistake Keith and Lance as a couple. It happens so often that Pidge decides to collect data and analize it from scientfic point of view. Completed.

I hope it was a helpful list~

Edit: I don’t know how could it happen but I forgot to add one more of my most favourite fanfics:

A Commutual Contract by SKayLanphear

Keith witness Lance’s “death” and that experience traumatize him. Later when Lance is A-okay he still needs to check on him and can’t get any sleep due to terrible nightmares. Turns out sleeping near Lance helps him get some rest at night, when he can always make sure his friend’s alive.

Great writing. Interesting study in depression (Lance) and feeling alienated in group (Keith). Ongoing- and I’m personally dying to know what happens next, because resent events sort of left us hanging.

Stuff to do on a sunday

…or weekend for that matter. 

I thought I’d compile a little list of things that I aim to do on the weekends in order to not fall too deeply into the pit of lazyness and slackdom. Feel free to add your own advice and sunday/weekend rituals. {see other advice posts}. 

Let’s get into it:


Tidy your space. Resetting your room or apartment will make a big difference in your stress levels. Having clutter laying around here and there will ultimately reflect on your mental state, so take a few minutes (it can most likely be done in 20 minutes) and take charge.

Vacuum or mop the floors. Now that the place is tidied up, take 5 more minutes to finish off and tackle dust and crumbles on the floor. 

Change your bed sheets. A freshly mase bed smells and feels nice and it might even improve the quality of your sleep.

Open your windows. Let some fresh air fill your room.

Do your laundry. Mondays can be tough, so make sure you have your favorite outfit ready to wear.

Clean the dishes. Again, saving monday morning.


Exercise. Mens sana in corpore sano. Moving your body is vital to your overall well-being, so find an activity that you enjoy.

Be social. You might want to invite a friend and exercise together, go for a long walk or have a sit in with tea and cake.

Pamper yourself. Take a bath, shave, if you want, apply a face mask, use lotion, clip and file your nails, apply polish if that’s your thing. Use peeling on your skin, and conditioner for your hair.



Bake. If you find this relaxing, try a new recipe. Not only will baking make your place smell amazing, you can also spread some cookie-love. I don’t know anybody who doesn’t like receiving baked goods unexpectedly.

Listen to music. Put on the new record that you didn’t find time for to listen in the week or blast your favorite classic album.

Create. Paint, draw, grab your camera or guitar, make a vlog, write a poem, blog. Whatever you prefer.

Read a book. Have you already re-read the Harry Potter books this year? You probably should.

Go outside. Walk around, explore your neighborhood. Find a cute café, watch people walk by and sip on some tea or coffee. Go to a museum or gallery and learn something new.


Tackle unfinished task. Sit down with your planner and look for unchecked tasks in your weekly overview. Do them if absolutely necessary. However, super important tasks are probably crossed of already anyway.

Plan the upcoming week. Make a list of tasks that need to get done in the upcoming week. Try to prioritize. If you’re bullet journaling, this can be a wonderful creative outlet to decorate a few pages.

Prep food for the next day(s). Take responsibility for your nutrition and try not to depend or rely on the food that’s provided by your school, university or work place. Many meals can be cooked in bulk, stored and you’re good to go for many days, with only having to cook once. This ultimately saves time and money.


That’s about it. I hope you might have found one or another useful tip. However, there’s one last thing to do on sundays:


B e   l a z y .   It’s the weekend after all, so feel free to just not do anything at all. Try and push aside some responsibilities, stop worrying about tasks that lay in the future. Sleep in, have breakfast in bed, binge-watch your favorite show on netflix or curl up with a good book. Just chill the heck out.

Virgo - Fragile Bird 

“If I look perfect, and do everything perfectly, I can avoid or minimize the painful feelings of shame, judgment, and blame.” - Brenne Browne 

An emphasised focus of the Virgo’s journey is the purification process. Virgo is the sign of cleansing and detoxing. A proportionate part of the Virgo nature relentlessly and tirelessly attempts to erode their sense of shame. The ego finished construction in Leo, and it certainly wasn’t built to last. It faces its first conflict in Virgo. After the glare and applause of Leo the star was discarded. And Virgo is suddenly overwrought with guilt, like the lights have gone out and the whole time they didn’t hear anyone suffering. Now it seems to be all that the Virgo can hear. It becomes important for Virgo to develop awareness of the world beyond the ‘only me seeing eye’ produced in Leo. Instead of seeking the acclaim of centre stage, the individual takes a step back and retreats to the back of the show. Virgo can feel so consumed with shame and disgrace that she decides out of sight is out of mind, and attempt to remain invisible as possible. Virgo is a sign associated with responsibility, self discipline, and self regulation. The Virgo can feel intense and disproportionate shame for the most mundane of human activities like eating, sleeping in, or accidentally spilling something. There is an ego fighting wildly in Virgo, aware of its inevitable departure. And it resides with the heart and hands of a saint whose active will is pure altruism and entirely void of ego. It can create the confusing internal conflict confronted by Virgo as they endure the ego’s cracking whip and the heart’s seemingly inherent sense of strain and disgrace, desiring only to recognise and assist people that they feel deserve the rest and rectitude, that being anybody but themselves. The blinding image of perfectionism conceived by the Virgo mind flashes continuously, hauntingly, and only increases the sense of inadequacy and inferiority. 

Virgo is being punished by the ego. Leo was already fatally wounded by her ego. In Leo the ego was crowned and grandiosity balloons into disproportion. It toyed with Leo by pumping her full of praise and compliments, then it suddenly switches off the bright lights and taunts its victim cruelly. Leo is at the ego’s its hostage and it wants to be recognised and appraised. It tells Leo she will be nothing without it. In Virgo, it’s the opposite assault occurring. The ego desires to dissolve any semblance of self worth and value until she becomes a shell of herself, trapped in the ego’s unrealistic demands and feeling to worthless to even put up a fight. The Virgo can undergo this punishment because it’s her obligation to begin the corroding process, the battle that she will begin and Scorpio will finish. She must recognise, understand, and integrate the conditions and needs of other people into their own personal experience. Despite all of this, the Virgo is also being reprimanded by the inner saint for the acknowledging the ego at all, and her supposed selfishness and self gratifying behaviours. Yes, even the divinely saint inside Virgo is a perfectionist. This is why the Virgo can become very self restricting and critical. She can view herself as contaminated or poison and sense body aches, pains, and diseases that don’t exist. Perceiving herself as inherently defiled, the individual feels alien and revolted in her own body. She can force herself through destructive conditions like hardline routine, famine, compulsive exercise, exhausting work scheduling, extremely high goals in schooling, basically wherever she can direct obsessive and anxious energy into the pursuit of unattainable images. Through all of this, Virgos will drop everything in a moment to help somebody in need. And sometimes the greatest act of service she could do for us would be taking a moment for herself to reflect on the qualities that endear and delight loved ones. The qualities like wit, proficiency, reliability, and intelligence and quirkiness that make her a real saint. She needs to realise that without her flaws she would cease to exist at all. In recognising her greatness she serves humanity. 

-C.

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Bechloe Agents AU - Part 1 / 2: Beca and the girls are members of an elite team of agents, Code Name: BELLAS. Chloe and Beca have been secretly (or not so secretly) dating. Chloe gets sent on what should’ve been a simple recon mission and gets captured. After being ordered not to interfere, Beca feels helpless until Amy convinces her to forget the rules and go save her partner and girlfriend.    

lmao so I’m very stubborn and never ask for help. I’d rather stress myself out to the point of being sick to avoid asking for favors. This is very hard for me but this is my situation:

yeahhh so I currently am a full time business student as well as bartender at a really slow and shitty restaurant. Today I made $20 in tips & make $7/hr. The checks they give me bounce every time I deposit them and this is what got me in this hole. It is the most frustrating thing bc they always have an excuse for why it didn’t go through. I would leave my job, however I have no transportation (I had to sell my car & my bf was supposed to give me a new one, but his life was rocked by hurricane Harvey in the worst way. I might get it at the end of this month.) I live in a southern, dead end town and I refuse to take the bus, bc last time I did, a man tried to shove his hand down my pants so no thanks. I’m also going through extremely expensive treatment and testing for the possibility of having endometriosis AND ibs. I’m on generic lexapro for anxiety and that’s all I can afford. I keep delaying receiving proper treatment bc my insurance sucks! I’m super anemic again & keep unintentionally losing weight. Idk how I work so much when I throw up/have diarrhea everyday and not make money??? I also care for my father who has degenerative disc disease and is disabled to the point where he can not provide for us. We are also shunned by the majority of my family bc they never accepted the fact that my dad is in an interracial marriage. Can’t even ask my grandma for help. The family that accepts/loves us all live in Panama below the poverty line.

anyway Irma is approaching with an uncertain path/strength and all I wanna do is get a train ticket or anything so I can evacuate before it’s too late. After what happened to my bf, I’m scared of taking a chance and staying. I went through Matthew last year and that was scary af! I’ve been on this site for 5 years and have never asked for anything. I’ve done everything to help myself, even almost resorted to selling pics on here to perverts… I feel like I’m just defeated right now, but I’m realizing asking for help isn’t a sin. 

I also paint portraits of celebrities and give ok advice (even tho my life is shit, I’m a good friend I think lol) so if you want something in return, I’m always more willing to give than receive!!!! 

If you’re offended, please unfollow me! It’s not hard! You’ll never have to see this from me again. Once I have this car and finish this semester, I’m getting the hell out of here for better opportunities to sustain myself and family. 

It breaks my heart to reveal this personal info bc I know we’re all struggling… idk if i’m doing this right but here it is:


venmo: rubymarietho


i love you all and understand if you can’t help, i accept moral support too :)

Wish You Were Here (Tom Holland Smut)

request: i think it was kinda? someone wanted phone sex w tom so here we are i’m too lazy to find it but anon one’s for u babe <3

short summary: tom was a little shit this whole week about the fresh cut and it got u all hot and bothered when he finally posted a pic so u know seeing as u can’t see him phone sex will have to do

length: 1.6k words

warnings: smut

A/N: i’m sorry i know i said i was working on 2 angsty peter fics but i knew i needed to write this as soon as he finally stopped being a snake and showed us that dope cut bc goddamn it looks fucking NICE i’m so s o r r y 
pls forgive me


You toyed with yourself as you paced around your bedroom. Not knowing what exactly to do, you were at a loss. You didn’t want to cave, but at the same time you were beyond caring. The reward would be too great if you would just succumb to your wants.

Tom hadn’t only been messing with his fans all week, but you too. What started as a simple joke tweet had amassed into hysteria in his fandom. He’d initially planned on only waiting a day before showing the world a simple selfie of his new hair cut, but after seeing everyone freak out he decided to take it a step further and mess with everyone for a few days.

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Peter Parker - Confessions

i thought this was super cute and i hope you guys enjoy it!! 

warnings: kissing and  swearing

word count: 2002

requests are open:))!!

Originally posted by hardyness

sitting in science last period i was trying to keep myself from falling asleep. i could feel my eyes slowly begin to shut as my head was resting on the palm of my hand. peter nudged me as my eyes began to shut completely. i jumped slightly then kicked him under the table, mouthing a few curse words his way. i could see his body vibrating with laughter as my angry face turned to look at the board.

rinnnnnnggggg

the bell sounded and the whole classroom came to life, majority practicality running out of the class. i grabbed my things and followed peter and ned out of the class, we stopped at my locker first i began placing my things back in my locker and grabbed my back pack.

“movie night?” i asked peter a small smile forming on my face once i saw his reaction. his face lit up as a large smile was placed on his face, he nodded his head excitedly as we began making our way to his locker. along the way we lost ned in the crowd of people. peters smile was still on his face when we arrived at his locker.

i love his smile

peter looked at me for a second, his face turned a bright shade of pink and his lips began to twitch up at the ends. “what?” he questioned as he pulled his bag from his locker. “did i say something?” i played dumb with him, i was not going to admit to my best friend of 5 years that i was madly in love with him while he spent all of his time looking at liz completely oblivious to how i feel.

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WIP - Lance Finished…

… And I am SO NOT OKAY WITH IT! GRAAAA!!! BUT I don´t want to draw anymore on it ;_; it is so frustrating. Buhu. Maybe it is because I am so tired.. Ha. Tomorrow is a new day… Everything will be fine tomorrow. Yeah.

Ha. I become older today.. like… now I am REALLY over 25 years! Fuck! @_@ Uff. But it´s okay. It don´t feel like I have birthday. So I can repress the fact, that I am nearer to 30 now xD I don´t become older, i only become prettier :3 WAHAHAHA (that´s what I say to me, to make me feel better xD) ~