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Yuuri is in the kitchen when he hears Victor call it out in question. They had just finished up supper and Victor had cooked so Yuuri was in the kitchen washing up the dishes to return the favor. And he’s just standing by the dishwasher, humming idly and wondering if Victor has picked out a movie for them to watch or if tonight is going to be a night where they watch game shows featuring Victor yelling out the answers that can actually be correct on occasion. It had been a long day at the rink and Yuuri even wonders if maybe they’ll have a nice glass of wine before bed.

So, Yuuri is just minding his own business, not thinking twice when Victor calls out his name. He hums back, expecting a question or statement about leftovers but then…

“What’s yaoi?”

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  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
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  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*

Les Misérables (1862) but if Lemony Snicket was the author

to Enjolras–darling, dearest, dead.

Chapter One

If you’re seeking a story whose tragic beginning is followed by a less-tragic middle and an inevitably uplifting denouement, this book should be avoided at all costs. The approximately six hundred and fifty-five thousand words that are about to follow contain the tales of several bright and brave young people who each meet an unfortunate end and several less-bright, less-young people, including myself, who unfortunately survive to recount the events. “Unfortunate” is a word which here means “luckless” and “miserable”, the latter definition having been used for the title of this novel, designed to dissuade you, the misguided reader, from continuing past the cover page.

There are other techniques I have employed in this book that are designed to stop you from yourself becoming miserable by reading this story in its entirety. Firstly, the physical novel, which as you may notice shares the same dimensions and weight as a standard housing brick, for the utmost inconvenience. Secondly, I have included several hundred pages of information which are both uninteresting and have little bearing on the grander story in the meager hope that you will come to your senses and place this novel back on your shelf or better, in a lit fireplace, where I solemnly believe it belongs. 

For example, the use of candlesticks. The word “candlestick” is derived from the purpose of the item itself, that is an object, most often metal, commonly silver, in which one can stick a candle. Many dictionaries define “candlestick” as  “an often ornamental holder for securing a candle or candles”. “Candleholder” is another, less commonly used word for “candlestick”. Candlesticks come in a variety of forms and sizes, and can contain a variety of numbers of candles often demarcated by their names-a “trikirion” contains three candles and a “menorah” contains seven. If you have had the fortitude-a word which here means “strength of mind”-to make it this far through this dull paragraph, it may be of some note to say that the candlesticks with which we concern ourselves in this story are single candlesticks, that may each contain one candle. 

Thirdly, not only have I named the main character in a redundant manner-Jean Valjean-I have decided to tell you here that Jean Valjean perishes on the final page of this novel. That is my story’s conclusion.

With all this information in mind, and having the ending already known, I now give you my final warning and pleading suggestion to forget about this book. Put it down. Hide it away. Bury it in a cemetery late at night with the assistance of a man named Fauchelevant. Forget it ever existed. For now the story must begin.

It begins in a town called Digne, on a grey and dreary night under the roof of a very kind but elderly and poor man, the bishop of the town, whose name was Myriel.

at this point im just abusing the star brush

So I decided to gather all the ‘hobby’ dialogue from the Darkest Dungeon files. It seems to be an unused string of camping dialogue, but offers some interesting insight into the characters. I’ve just put them in the order they appear in:

Bounty Hunter

  • “A little time to reflect on my strategies.”
  • “Hold this apple on your head. Now stand still.”
  • “I will practice. Train. A professional adheres to a regimen.”


  • “Shhh! I am praying!”
  • “Go away! I am reading my Versebook!”
  • “No, I’ll not play dice with you! I am studying the Verses!”

Grave Robber

  • “You – idle one! Hold my yarn!”
  • “Yes, I carve tiny tombstones. Mementos of my exploits.”
  • “These stab holes will simply not do! Where’s my needle and thread?”


  • “Bet none of you can throw a knife as well as I. Eh?”
  • “Wrestle me. I crave an easy victory. (grin)”
  • “I am learning to read. It is a rare skill among my kind.”


  • “… with the night for his throne?” Hmm… tricky.“
  • ”… and he always came home?“ … No, no…”
  • “… like a dog to a bone?” … Still not right!“


  • "It’s called juggling. You never been to a circus?”
  • “What do I do for fun? You’re joking, right?”
  • “I’m practicing my sneering. Pretty good, huh?”


  • “Here we sit, the calm in the eye of the storm.”
  • “I must be cautious when stretching my ligaments, lest they tear, of course.”
  • “Pass this pipe around. The smoke dulls the senses.”


  • “Why, I am documenting the journey, of course. Care to read?”
  • “Some quiet, please. I am on the verge of breaking the cypher.”
  • “Sigh… it is too dark to study my rituals here.”

Plague Doctor

  • “Some bark of aspen? Or maybe boiled cerato leaf? Hmm…”
  • “Hold that wound still. My sketch is nearly done.”
  • “May I lance that boil? The pus is intriguingly gray!”


  • “Busy yourself elsewhere. I am praying for your soul.”
  • “Yes, I shave my legs. What of it?”
  • “Have you thread? I’ve torn a seam in my temple garments.”


  • “Leave me to reflect on the day’s battles.”
  • “How did that one blow slip past my guard..? I must think…”
  • “I learned to carve during the lulls of the Cyprian campaign.”


  • “Put this apple on your head and close your eyes.”
  • “I will stick with you until wanderlust strikes again.”
  • “Dice? What’s the wager?”


  • “…and that’s when I learned the hound could sing!”
  • “Cooking meat robs it of its nutrifying essence.”
  • “It is certain that anyone in politics has been corrupted in some fashion or another.”


  • “I only ever had time for my crucible and scrolls.”
  • “Oh I’ve loved before, but all were forgotten in the laboratory.”
  • “Care to see my drawings for a mechanical hand?”


  • “My father can reload a musket as quick as a wink!”
  • “When we return, I am certain the club will initiate me”
  • “Whoever smells like that should die of shame and disgrace”
More KatsuDeku Thoughts/Ramblings

The other day I was seeing a lot of people complaining about hate in both the ‘Katsudeku’ and ‘Bakudeku’ tags, but to be honest, I didn’t see it. I suppose I must have the right people blocked.

But, it did get me thinking about things that people love to bring up when discussing the “p r o b l e m a t i c” elements of this ship. Two big ones in particular come to mind.

One has already been discussed to death, and I hope to jeezus I never have to talk about it myself. Yes, Bakugo told Deku to jump off a building. It’s horrible and despicable and I would never defend such awful behavior. It was simple shorthand for Horikoshi to establish Bakugo as an unremorseful jerk. Congrats, dude. It worked.

The second thing, however, is something I could talk about at length.

So I will.

Let’s talk about THIS.

Warning: this is a goddamn long post. Pour yourself a drink.

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How I Fell In Love

Hope you enjoy you can also find this here along with other Drarry OneShots.

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Every day this year I’ve seen him write in that book. In class, in the dining hall, in the 8th year’s common room, and even when walking down the halls. I’ve never seen him without it. My friends, the few that have returned, and I have been speculating on its content. Some assume it is his form of therapy. Writing down his pain of the war. Some think it’s a drawing or sketchbook of some kind. Even though Harry and I have become friends, I don’t think I can ask him about it. It drives me crazy not knowing what’s in it but unable to ask. I don’t think it helped that I was starting to realize how much I was starting to like him, in a non-friends way.

I found it. I found the book. He had left the common room in a rush that morning and it seemed to have fallen under his seat. I saw it there when I picked up the quill I dropped. I knew I should have let it be, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to see it. I had to know. My obsession was too much.


Dear Draco,
I haven’t seen you in a while, but you are on my mind. You are always there. I find myself wondering what you’re doing, how you’re doing. I find myself needing to see you, but I can’t not yet. I’m mad at you not for being free, you don’t belong in Azkaban. I’m mad that you let your father manipulate you and your mother again. That you would let him put any blame on you when you were just a child. I know he is your father, but I can see he only wants what’s best for him, not you. I am glad he is not in your life right now. I hope you see that you can still have a love for him without following in his footsteps.



Dear Draco,
I heard you were going back to finish school. I am not sure how I will feel seeing you again. If I’m being honest I wasn’t sure I would go back. Ron has decided he should stay with his family. He’s also helping his brother at the shop. Hermione is going back. She wants us all to go back. I went back and forth between going and not going. It wasn’t until I knew you were going to be there did I make my choice. I don’t know how I feel about that. I don’t know how I feel about a lot of things anymore.



Dear Draco,
I saw you. I looked at you and I felt no hate, no animosity. I didn’t need to see if you were up to something. I just wanted to see you and I did. I wanted to be close to you. I don’t know how I feel about that. I’ve been friends with Ron and Hermione for years and as much as I wanted to spend time with them, I’ve never had a need to just be near them. I thought I felt that once with Ginny but there was too much baggage between us. What does it all mean? I thought I loved her and I do but I’m not in love with her. I feel things when I see you that confuse me. Is it weird that I have these feelings for you? After everything we’ve been through, is it just leftover undefined feelings or is it real?



Dear Draco,
It doesn’t matter where you are my eyes find you. I can feel the air in the room when you walk in even if I can’t see you. My heart beats faster when you’re in the room or just when think of you. I look at you and I lose myself. I can’t keep you out of my mind. I dream of you. Thoughts of you keep the bad dreams away. When I walk into the common room and you’re there I find the seat closest to you without looking creepy. I find a seat where I can see you. I can’t help myself. All these years I had this pull to look at you. And I looked at you and looked for all the terrible things. I feel ashamed. If I had stopped for one moment and saw all the good. I see now all the good this that I know I overlooked before. I see how you help the younger kids when they are lost. How you help those that ask for help. How you help your friends who are struggling but are too afraid ask. I see these things now, but I saw them before and I am sorry I overlooked them. I feel if I had seen them without prejudice things may have been different. How would our lives be different? Now perhaps you would not have suffered alone. I am sorry. I am so sorry.



Dear Draco,
I have tried to define my feeling for you. I have gone over them with a fine-tooth comb. I have compared them to others. I have tried to analyze myself. I have tried to see me through the eyes of others. I have tried to understand myself when I am consumed with you and I don’t know what to think I have no answer. My heart and my mind do not agree. I am just as lost and confused as I was before.



Dear Draco,
I love you.



Dear Draco,
There has been a weight lifted off my shoulders. Now that I have concluded that I love you and am in fact in love with you. I feel free. I feel like a new person. I’ve never paid much attention to who I was attracted to. There were people I liked and some more than others. I never felt brave enough to approach anyone before (the irony of that statement didn’t escape my notice). The only two times I was in any kind of relationship the other person made the first move. Okay to be completely honest I’m nervous. I have never really been attracted to another guy. I mean I know when they look good and I’ve never felt weird about it, but it never registered that I thought they were attractive. Now I see a difference. Some people are good looking people but that’s it. Some people are good looking and yeah if I wasn’t madly in love with you would maybe give them a chance.

I just realized you may not feel the same way. You may never feel the same way. I am so hopelessly in love and I may never have you. We are barely even friends.



Dear Draco,
I have made some progress. We are now on friendlier terms. You made a passing joke yesterday that made me think you might enjoy the company of boys, but I can’t be sure. You spend most of your time with Pansy, but I can’t really judge that as I spend most of my time with Hermione and she’s like my sister. By the way, I told her. Not really by choice she has a way of getting me to say things I don’t want to share. She made me see that things aren’t as hopeless I thought. She made me think about what is important to me. I guess what I’m trying to say is no matter what I want you to be happy. I love to see you smile and that is what I want, for you to be happy.


I put the book down when I heard a door open. I looked up to see Hermione walking into the common room. I smiled at her trying to be friendly. She smiled then stopped suddenly when she saw the book on the table.

“Where did you get that?” she asked her tone brisk.

“Found it under the chair when I dropped my quill,” I told her. “Not sure who’s it is.” I lied, I knew I shouldn’t but I didn’t want her mad at me for reading Harry’s deepest thoughts. I know it’s bad to lie and snoop bit I can’t have her mad at me not now.

“Oh well, I think it’s Harry’s…” before she finishes I picked up the book and handed it over.

“If it is, then you can give it back. If it’s someone else, then it is now your job to find out to whom it belongs” I smiled at her impishly and winked.

“How kind.” She said sarcastically. She was walking away when I stopped her.

“Did you finish the translation for ancient runes?” I asked her quickly.

“Almost done. Why?” I took a deep breath before answering.

“I’m having a tough time with this one and you’re the only person I know smarter than me.” She blushed at my words and sat down to help me. I knew that if I gave it a little more effort I could have gotten the answer on my own, but I felt needed to be friendlier with her.

Later that night as I laid in bed I thought about what I had read in Harry’s book. I didn’t read everything, but I did skim through It. I saw more than I ever thought I would. Never would have thought that Harry would have any romantic feeling towards him.

I had never been in a relationship with either men or women, but I had fooled around with classmates a few times. It had all been playful and rather innocent. We had been too young to dive into anything more serious. I knew that gender was not a factor for me at an early age. If I found someone attractive, then I just did it was that simple. The last few years had been hard, and dating was the last thing on my mind. But That didn’t mean didn’t notice people. It just wasn’t that important. Now was different. Now I had freedom and opportunities I didn’t have before. I had yet to find someone I wanted. Most of the students still held me responsible for what happened, and I don’t blame them. The few that don’t are either taken or not my type.

Harry was a different story. We had spent the better part of 8 years picking fights and arguing. I always knew he was attractive. He had always been just an inch or two shorter than me which I love. And his dark hair makes his light eyes pop. He was always thin but has filled out quite nicely. So yeah, I think he’s attractive, but I never gave it much more thought. I mean The Harry Potter would never go for a Malfoy. At least I never thought he would. Now I see I was wrong and I don’t really know what to do. I can’t just say something, could I?

Most of the school has left for the winter holiday. Harry and I are the only 8th years here. I have tried to be friends. I have made the conscious decision that I really like Harry and I want to see if we could be a couple. I don’t know what I should do. I have picked seats that are closest to him without being weird. I start conversations. I’ve tried flirting. I don’t know if I should be the one to make the first move or let him.

I can’t take it. He’s either going to accept the offer of a date or he won’t. At least I will know where I stand.

I walk up to him on Christmas morning.

“Happy Christmas Harry.”

“Happy Christmas Draco.”

“I… I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight in Hogsmeade? You can pick the place.” He looked at me for a moment.

“Yeah, sure we can hang out.” He says. I sigh.

“No Harry I don’t want to hang out.” I see his face fall. I lift his chin to look at me. “I’m asking you out on a date. I want to take you on a date. I want to hold your hand and give you a goodnight kiss before you head off to bed. I want us to eat our meals together and study together. And if all goes well then sometime in the future you can be my boyfriend.” He kissed me. Right then and there. Then he agreed on a date.

And we did eat our meals together. We studied together. And every weekend we would take a walk to Hogsmeade and have a date. We were officially dating by Easter and confessed our love to each other. When school was over he asked me to move in with him. One day after about a year of us living together he brought me the book and told me about it. I told him the truth about finding it and reading some of it. I told him it had given me the courage to ask him out. He kissed me and thanked me for telling him the truth. He asked me to read the rest and I did. I read every letter he wrote me and cried.


Dear Draco,
We have a part of each other’s lives for half our lives. We have grown and changed and become better men. We have seen the worst and best of each other and we are stronger for it. We make each other better. We challenge each other. We push each other limits. And we are there when the other falls. I love you every day more and more. Some days I don’t like you. Like when you finish the milk and don’t tell me or get more. But I always love you. There are days I annoy you. Like when I use your towel and it’s wet when you go to use it. But I have never doubted your love. What I want more than anything is for you to be my husband. When I ask I hope you’ll say yes?


I looked up at him, with tears in my eyes. He was sitting next to me holding a beautiful silver band with a small emerald on top.

“Draco will you do me the honour of being my husband?” I couldn’t speak. My head bobbed up and down as I pulled him into a kiss. He smiled at me as placed the ring on my finger.


Things to remember:

It was not your fault.

Take your time, you can do it.

You did everything you could.

You’re allowed to look out for yourself.

Crying does not make you weak.

You look great in that.

It will not last forever, you can make it through.

You are allowed to change and evolve.

You are allowed to protect yourself.

You did not ask for it, you did not earn it or deserve it.

Sometimes your brain lies to you, please don’t listen.

You matter. You really, really matter.

There are brighter days ahead.

You are so brave.

fifteen minutes

Originally posted by withjunhui

seungcheol x reader smut

6,760 words

a/n: i had to write this to expel all of the longing n pain over seungcheol that i’ve developed over the past couple of months, so this is basically just my ruminations on what a great boyfriend and ass man i think he’d be. so…if butt stuff isn’t your cup of tea there’s just a lil bit of it in here, nothing wild. enjoy.

~ in which it’s impossible to get a minute alone and there’s not much time to spare, but you and seungcheol make it work

[1:27 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: hey babe are you still up?
[1:27 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: we just got home frm practice
[1:29 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: babe??? pls be awake
[1:33 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: I knowww it’s late but 😔 I miss u 😔
[1:36 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: ok. ok it’s fine. ur probably cuddled up in bed fast asleep right now. I know u worked late.
[1:37 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: it’s fine love u I’ll just talk to u tomorrow then
[1:39 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: but wait ✋ I have a real problem bby!!! I know u would want to help me out.
[1:39 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: I’m really doing this for u so u don’t feel guilty 😇
[1:40 A.M.] cheol 👑💕: I’m calling you

 You knew there was no such thing as the “perfect boyfriend"—that was just something pre-teen girls whispered about at slumber parties. But once upon a time you had been that pre-teen girl, and while Sojung and Jiyeon cut out bits of male celebrities from teen magazines to create an absolute monstrosity (with Zac Efron’s abs and Ryan Gosling’s eyes and Chris Evans’ hair), you had drafted the complete list of every personality trait, hobby, and talent your dream man had to have.

 These qualifications included but were not limited to: eight-pack abs, the ability to cook a meal so delicious it would make your own mother weep out of jealousy, thoughtfulness so much so that he’d bring you little gifts home just because he was thinking of you, the ability to make you laugh so hard that you cried, he had to be able to play the piano and the guitar and the drums, loyalty to you and only you, passion, ambition but not enough so that he’d put his own goals over your needs, he had to have the emotional maturity to be able to cry during The Notebook, and most importantly, he had to be good at math (because you definitely were not). Preferably, he’d also like all the same things you did and want to get a corgi when you got married.

 12-year-old You had it all figured out, but 22-year-old You knew that perfect man simply did not exist…still, Seungcheol came pretty close.

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Writing Alcohol Responsibly

Look I’ve been reading and watching a lot of stuff lately where alcohol is written weird so I’m going to share some fun facts about alcohol to help out y’all who don’t drink or don’t drink certain drinks or whatever. My credentials on this are that I used to drink a lot and I drank all the things.

  • In America we have girly drinks and masculine drinks because we are obsessed with the gender binary. A man who orders an apple martini is going to be mocked by his friends or he’s a gay man from a 90’s sitcom. In other countries, like in the carribbean, they don’t really gender drinks like we do. If a drink tastes good, drink it.
  • On that note, drinking culture is different depending on where you are in the US. Referencing a bonfire in a cornfield is going to elicit images of stolen whiskey and cheep beer amongst people in my age group here in the south/midwest but probably won’t for my Chicago friends. Research your region and see what sort drinking cultures they have. Or ask me. I can be a resource.
  • Frats have a ton of booze. Always. Sororities do too, but they tend to be the pregamers. frats are the ones with secret jungle juice recipes.
  • ALCOHOL TASTES GROSS. When you first start drinking it’s gross. If you give up drinking like I did and start again it’s gonna taste a little gross again. People who drink HEAVY and/or often don’t notice this that much. They notice the taste of the liquor more, not the alcohol. This is partly because they know how to drink the alcohol.
  • Keep note of how many drinks your character has per chapter/scene. Remember the great gatsby? Go pick a chapter and highlight every instance they have a drink. THESE PEOPLE WERE DRUNK THE ENTIRE TIME! For a tv example, watch any scene of the vampire diaries/the originals. Everyone is drunk in these shows. It explains a lot, but if your character just like to have a casual glass and not get drunk, why are they drinking all the time?
  • On that note, the amount of alcohol needed to get you drunk depends on two things: your metabolism and how much you drink. When I was drinking heavily, I would go through two bottles of wine to get drunk (look I said I stopped don’t judge me) these days I get tipsy after a glass. If your character drinks a lot they can drink more without getting drunk. If your character hasn’t drank before or doesn’t drink heavily, they might be more of a lightweight.
  • Also, a lightweight is a term used to refer to someone who doesn’t need a lot of liquor to get drunk. In the Midwest and southern US, we mock these people in group settings, but silently envy them because they will have a great time without going broke.
  • Speaking of money, drinking is expensive. Decent vodka will be about $20 and decent whiskey is about $25 and those are just for fifths (the stereotypical bottle size you imagine when thinking about alcohol). Going to bars and clubs can be even more expensive. You have to pay a cover charge to get in and then the drinks plus tips after that and the drinks, like food at a restaurant, are more expensive than staying home and making your own cocktails.
  • People put out for free drinks. Think April Ludgate conning men at the snakehole Lounge in parks and rec. That really happens.
  • There are bars with mechanical bulls. Not sure if more common in my region or…
  • Most young adults binge drink. That means they drink like four or more drinks in a night (four drinks is actually a lot). I think a lot of this has to do with college. Older adults tend to be more casual and social drinkers.
  • Different alcohol affects people differently. I can drink red wine and aside from a hangover be fine. My friend will drink red wine and get sick.
  • Hangovers also affect everyone differently. I get headaches and stomache aches and heartburn (if a super sugary wine cooler or cocktail) and my friend will spend the entire morning with a stomach bug from both ends. Some hangovers last an hour some a morning some can last all day.
  • Most people prefer to eat bread and/or super greasy food the morning after drinking to help the hangover. Some just drink Gatorade. Some drink a little more liquor, this method is referred to as “hair of the dog”
  • The term white girl wasted is used to refer to ANYONE who is acting like a stereotypical “white girl wasted”. Tends to be someone who gets very loud, starts talking with a valley girl accent, gets very emotional, etc. they’re pretty fun people when you’re drinking. They’re not fun to babysit. This is a modern term.
  • Pregaming is another modern term. It’s when you get buzzed/drunk before a party or bar and then continue to drink. Another modern term. Another thing more common amongst younger adults.

And that’s all I have for right now. Idk. Send me questions if you have them or if there’s a certain aspect of drinking I should explain more.

Okay thanks for reading. Good luck with your writing!

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art - write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
—  Neil Gaiman
Low Spoon Spirit Work/Companion Tips

12 Spirit Work Tips for people with low spoons, or just anyone who doesn’t have as much energy at the moment.

Tip #1 -Look at the stars with them

I really love to look at the stars with my companions. It is amazing after a hectic or stressful day to just sit outside and think about nothing with my spirit family.

Tip #2 -Watch Tv

Seriously just sit down, and decide on a show together. Ro is a huge fan of Peaky Blinders on Netflix, so I always try to watch at least an episode of it when I can with him.

Tip #3 -Find a YouTuber they enjoy

Ro is a big fan of beauty gurus and Archie likes to watch horse videos with me. Hyl seems to like when I binge watch music videos. There is something for every companion on youtube.

Tip #4 -Hum to music together

I love to sing but sometimes I don’t have enough energy to. I usually just hum while laying down if I can’t sing right then.

Tip #5 -Write a story with your spirit companion as a character.

I’m currently working on a story with both Archie and Ro in it and Hyl is gonna make an appearance in one of my other story’s. For me writing is super relaxing and low energy.

Tip #6 - Draw a Doodle of them

I doodle anyways so just channeling a little energy into what my companions might look as a doodle isn’t a huge thing. (This is a bit more high energy and is only for when I feel a little better than normal.)

Tip #7 -Cuddle them

My all time freaking favorite. This is the lowest of all the energy things. Its also pretty self explanatory.

Tip #8 - READ BOOKS!!!

Can you tell I like reading with my companions? Hyl and I bond over reading literally every day.  

Tip #9 -Write a letter

Pour out your feelings, hopes and dreams in this letter and then show it to them. Also one can try channeling with their companion to receive a letter from the companion.

Tip #10 -Write a poem

If you are an artistic person or like writing poems this one is for you people that are blessed with an awesome vocabulary. Also you could write one line of the poem and they can write the next line.

Tip #11 -Play Hot&Cold

Try to feel their energy and use how your body responds as a way to detect them when they are nearby. It is super easy to turn this into a fun and entertaining game.

Tip #12 -Twenty Questions

Use a twenty questions app to learn things about them that you might not ask them yourself.

Sorry if this post seemed a little lackluster. I really had to push myself to finish it… Low spoon problems. Anyways I hope someone finds this helpful. Thanks for reading.

Why is it so hard to believe that when Tony Stark acts like a douche he’s literally just doing it as a defense mechanism and because that’s how he was raised, when the exact same thing could be said for Bruce Wayne. “You don’t get it, Bruce Wayne is the mask” well so is Tony Stark. Tony Stark has to live up to a legacy by his abusive father to a crowd of people who will pounce on any weakness. Is it really so hard to believe that he puts on an act? Really?


David Tennant telling everyone at the TV Choice Awards where his wife was.

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
—  Neil Gaiman