not too good at treating myself

nerdymultifandomkpopper  asked:

I just found out your blog today and I love your posts!! ♡♡ The colours too!!! I've been in a slump these days, being unproductive and all (really). How do you overcome the bad days by your own?

aw thank you so much! 

If i have a bad day, i just give myself extra love and care. I do things that make me calm down, I take it easy, and I try my best to just get through the day. Sometimes it means getting back in bed, sometimes it means treating myself to something nice. 

Good luck <3

Honestly I think the phantom of the opera was such a good villain because he’s so relatable. I too would lock myself away in my bedroom, demand ridiculous amounts of money, and use my unhealthy obsessions to unsuccessfully seduce someone I have the hots for

There’s a little thing I’m trying to teach myself right now. Maybe it will do y’all some good too.

It is okay to dislike somebody. You are not obligated to like every person you meet. You should treat people respectfully and kindly, but it’s actually okay if you don’t like them, or aren’t interested in knowing them. Even if you’re not sure what it is about them that you don’t like.

As long as you are not being unkind or hurtful, you can actually have whatever the hell opinion you like.

It’s hard to remember this, but I’m learning. Being a nice person doesn’t necessarily mean being enthusiastic and invested in every single person you meet.

tips for studyblrs on a budget

While there are a lot of good things about the studyblr community, a lot of people (myself included) have noticed that the goal of many within the community is often having the most perfect, beautiful notes and supplies. For a lot of people, this is just far too expensive to be justified. There’s obviously nothing wrong with if you have the money for the “studyblr best” supplies, or if you just want to treat yo’ self, but here’s some tips to help you get nice study supplies without breaking the bank!:

1. Dollar stores! They generally have a decent selection of office supplies (as well as a lot of other basics), and some stores stick to an “everything is $1″ policy. I tend to buy pens, sharpies, and notecards from dollar stores. Though a tip is to go for the sets of pens/sharpies, because those are likely to be cheaper than buying them somewhere else (individual pens aren’t necessarily cheaper at a dollar store). I also have a nice set of highlighters, and my mom got a set of gel pens that seem to be similar to the Pilot Juice pens.

2. Speaking of pens… if you want to keep a good variety of pens, my general rule of thumb is this: ~4 black pens in two different sizes (My most-used are my Pilot G-2 in the 1.0 size and the Muji 0.38) - this way you have a thicker pen when you want/need that, and a thinner pen when that’s preferred. If you only use one size, more power to ya. I like to use a thicker black pen for headings and use the thinner for details when taking notes.
As for colors, I recommend just having one of each color that you use. If you’re not going to use 5 shades of yellow pen regularly, you don’t need that new set with a cool shade you don’t have yet. Find a brand/type of pen you like, and stick with one or two colored sets at most (I learned this from experience).

3. Highlighters: Don’t get them if you know you don’t use them. Don’t get different varieties if you don’t use them. If you love the look of neon highlighters, you don’t need to splurge for something like the Zebra Mildliners. If you don’t like the neon ones, but think you’d use the Mildliners, go for it. Most of the time, I don’t use highlighters when taking notes, I just write the words I would have highlighted in a different color from the rest of the notes (this works best when you’re taking notes from a textbook or copying notes over).

4. Just get a decent backpack. One that’ll hold up and hold all you need, but don’t feel like you need a specific brand or style of backpack. It’s literally on your back half the time, it doesn’t need to be cute.

5. Cheap notebooks work just as well as expensive notebooks. Get the off-brand notebook on the bottom shelf at target. Don’t feel like you can’t use the remaining pages at the end after your class ends. You can start a new subject in an old notebook. You can practice handwriting in an old notebook. You can use an old notebook as scratch paper or to jot down random things you need to remember. Hell, make a hundred paper cranes with the extra paper if you like to. You don’t need to let the extra paper go to waste.

If you know you’ll only use about half a notebook for one of your classes, get one with less paper or get a 3- or 5- subject notebook for your classes. Each subject generally has less paper than a regular 1-subject notebook, and it helps keep everything together.

If you want to keep a bullet journal, that doesn’t mean you need a fancy notebook for it. You can make the inside look just as good or be just as useful as any Moleskine.

6. Study with a whiteboard. I’m one of those people who has to write something down ten times in order to remember it. Now I could use paper to write it all down, but that’s a lot of paper that I’m wasting over the course of a school year. I decided to get a couple whiteboards instead. I have one small one, about the size of a piece of paper (I don’t exactly remember the cost but I think it was somewhere around $5 maybe? Could have been another dollar store find), and I have a bigger one that I keep on my wall (this one was from Sams Club and cost around $12 and included markers, a tiny eraser, magnets, and a cork board section with push pins - I use this for reminders and holding up my wall calendar, but before exams I take it down and use it to review)

7. Don’t buy the pretty planner if you know you’re not going to use it. If you already have a bullet journal, you probably don’t also need a planner, and vice versa. You can generally use both in the same way, it’s just a matter of finding what works best for you.

9. Don’t fall into the studyblr aesthetic trap. If you know you won’t use something enough to make the purchase worth it, don’t feel like you have to get it.


If you really want to get something, go for it. But don’t feel like you have to have certain supplies to succeed or to be studyblr famous. I’ve been a stationery lover for much longer than studyblrs have been around, and these are just a few things I’ve learned. Now, go tackle that homework!

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I went to Karaoke with @aishiteruitsumo6 today! We booked the Quartet Night room and it was amazing!!! So pretty, we lost so much song time because of taking pictures and drawing in the comment books.

As for the drinks I got the HEAVENS and Eiichi drinks while we were in the room. Eiichi’s was blood orange and cranberry and was very tart and fruity, I enjoyed it. And the HEAVENS drink was very good too, my favourite part was the jelly stars that they put in it.

After we left I ended up treating myself to two more drinks because I don’t know if I’ll get the chance again. So I got Reiji’s and Syo’s drinks as well. Reiji’s was like a very thin smoothie and had a pineapple taste. Syo’s was delicious, it was fizzy with a hint of peach and sweet but not overpowering. It was hands down my fav of the day. Just one sip made me smile and it worked the same for aishiteruitsumo6 too lol!

Is it just me, or am I setting myself up for disappointment anytime I start to trust someone?

Maybe it’s that I have surrounded myself with the wrong crowd, and keep getting too close to shitty people who treat me like shit. But like everyone I have ever known so far doesn’t seem to give as many fucks about me as I do them?

Note to self: stop fully associating with people until you are absolutely sure they are good to you and for you. You deserve better than that.

I guess I still need to learn to do what’s best for me, and not what’s good temporarily.

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Merry Christmas my lovelies! I hope you’ve all had a wonderful day and I hope you’ve enjoyed all the festive food!

As I’ve said before, I ended up taking the month off track and I haven’t even tried to be good or maintain, I’ve had too much fun going out and spending time with friends and family for my birthday and Christmas!

The top photo is from my birthday to show my transformation over the past two years.
The bottom left is last Christmas and the right is from today. I’m not seeing a HUGE change but I am aware that I’m entirely too critical on myself.

I haven’t lost as much this year as I had hoped but I have made good progress and slow progress is better than no progress, and that is something that we all need to keep in mind.

So don’t beat yourself if you’ve eaten a little more than you maybe should have lately, you’re only human and you deserve a treat!

Merry Christmas!!!

Dean Wants you to: Treat Yourself

Alright sweetheart, listen up and listen good. I don’t care what you’ve failed to do, I don’t care what you’ve successfully done. As long as you’re trying your god damn best, you deserve a treat. You wrote five words that completed a sentence? Good job, eat a cookie.

You tried to make it through your whole workout? Even if you didn’t make it, give yourself a nice slap on the back. Good team effort, go play that video game. 

I know, it’s instinct to be hard on yourself when you don’t achieve every goal you’ve been workin’ on. Believe me, I now far too well about being rough on myself. But come on man, we’re humans, we fail – it happens. The world keeps movin’, and so should you. I’m working on it, we’re all working on it. Learn to give yourself a break, ok?

So the next time you just barely scrape by, remember how hard you tried. And eat that slice of pie, damn it.  

Severe Dissocation @ Therapy

Me: I have a fear of losing myself to the point I won’t even be present enough to be able to respond to treatment by my next appointment.

Therapist: Oh no feeling like that is a common symptom! it’s pretty much irrational so don’t worry about it! :).

Me: Oh thank goodness! I'll try not to think about it too much then :).

~the time of appointment arrives ~

Therapist: your dissociation appears to of become so severe that we don’t know how to treat you, you are so deeply removed that we know your brain won't respond to any type of therapy or modern treatment plans we have.

Me: …

Originally posted by zebrascream

Not Dead Yet (Part 21)

*Thank you all for 200 followers! Here’s a special treat. This gonna be good.*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warning: mild language


The next couple of days was like walking on eggshells. Peter and Felix weren’t speaking to each other and it affected the entire camp. What should have been a joyous return had turned sour far too quickly. The boys looked to me for answers but I could give them none. This was a problem that needed to be worked out amongst themselves. Felix was a devoted Lost Boy, Peter’s best friend. This surely couldn’t last that long.

As it turned out I was right for a change. One morning Felix and Peter were as thick as thieves once again. “Glad to see they worked things out,” Devin nodded to them, “What was it that had them against each other in the first place?”

“If I could tell you I would.” I sighed, “I’m just glad it’s over. Those two as enemies doesn’t work.”

“It was uneasy. Can you really not tell me anything? Anything at all?”

“It’s Peter, you know I can’t.”

“That’s another thing. When did you start calling him Peter?” I clammed up immediately. Since getting back I had gone back and forth between calling him Peter and Pan. Back at camp I was used to calling him Pan but after our time by ourselves calling him Peter slipped out. I know I asked to call him by his first name but the boys didn’t know that. All they knew was that I was acting far chummier with him than even Felix dared.

“What really happened in the Enchanted Forest?” he pressed.

“I–I can’t!”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Both!”

“What happened that you can’t tell me? I thought I was your best friend.”

“You are!”

“Then why can’t you trust me?”

“I do! You know I could trust you with anything.”

“Then trust me!”

“Come on,” I pulled him up and dragged him deep into the jungle. When we were in the least trodden part of the jungle I stopped. Peter couldn’t follow me everywhere but I was still worried he might emerge from thin air.

“What I am going to tell you is told in the strictest confidence. You breathe a single word of this to anyone or even back to me after this time I will toss you into the mermaid lagoon with a boulder tied to your feet! Understand?”

“Yes, yes, now what happened in the Enchanted Forest?”

So I told him. Not everything but more than I know I should have dared. How I had gotten into some trouble and tried to run away with a magic bean and how Peter had chased after me, the long talks we shared and the fun we shared. Even so I couldn’t tell him exactly what we talked about or just how much fun we had. Those were memories for Peter and I alone.

“So that’s all it took? A couple days alone and you two are as cozy as hares in a hollow.” Devin chuckled, “How does that happen?”

“I wouldn’t say that’s all it took and we are not cozy. We’re friends at the most, nothing cozy about it. Why would you say it’s cozy?” I shot defensively.

“Well, you two do act far nicer to each other than I’ve ever seen you before.”

“Nice doesn’t equal cozy.”

“Maybe nice doesn’t but the way you two are always reclining on each other is. Also how you’ll jump on him like you do with us and the way he picks you up out of nowhere, it is very intimate behaviour.”

“Intimate? We’ve gone from cozy to intimate? How and why?”

“I’m just telling you what it looks like. Is there possibly something else that went down while you two–”

“No! Nothing happened!” He started smiling at me. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I just didn’t peg you for the type.”

“What type? What are you talking about?”

“The rumour going around.”

“What rumour?”

“Well there’s this rumour, not really a rumour more like a whispering that you and Pan weren’t missing but rather on holiday.” he was avoiding meeting my eyes, “That you two were away for some extended time alone.”

“The boys think we were gone because we were…” I felt like I was going to puke. “Why do they think that?”

“I–I don’t know, honest. I heard it from Sam who said he heard it from Curly who said he overheard Pan telling Felix that the real reason you were gone was for you-know-what.”

“I am going to kill him.” I stormed off. I could feel my skin tingling with just how mad I was right now. I do everything for him. I keep his secrets. I let him know he could trust me as a friend and how does he repay me? To reduce me down to nothing but a shag!

“PETER!” I shouted to the sky.

The air shifted and Peter was now standing in front of me, “You had better have cut yourself with dreamshade to order me here. I was just about to beat Nibs in–”

I socked him in the stomach with my club. He dropped down to his knees. I clenched his face in my hand so hard I was shaking. “You complete and utter shithole!”

“I’m sure you’re right but may I ask why?” He let out a long wheeze. “I think you broke something.”

“Maybe it’ll give you some good incentive to not lie to me.” I dug my fingernails into his cheek and tilted his head up so he was staring straight at me, “Why is it there’s a rumour going around that the real reason we were missing was because we were off having sex?”

“Ah…” he pried my hand off, “About that–”

“Why?!” I screeched, “What was so wrong with the explanation I gave the boys?”

“Nothing.” Peter stood to his full height again, “But Felix didn’t buy it, you know he didn’t. I knew I couldn’t have him against me so I gave him a more believable version.”

“Believable?” I turned my club over in my hands, “You couldn’t win back his respect so you threw me under? You didn’t give a second thought about reducing me to nothing but one of your flings! Let me get this straight right now, I am not one of your whores that you can play off so easily. I have worked too hard to earn these boys’ respect and I am not going to let your pride ruin that!”

“It wasn’t like I meant for all the others to hear.” he groaned, “Plus, I hardly doubt that them believing we had sex for a week is going to make them respect you any less.”

“You really aren’t getting it are you?” I shook my head, “If we really had then maybe I would think about this a little differently. After all as you’ve proven we all have carnal needs and there shouldn’t be any shame in sating those.”

This seemed to surprise him and he took a step forward, “So then…what’s the problem?”

“It’s a lie! If it was true I could at least wear it without any shame cause girls get urges too and the fact that I sated mine on you says a little more than you just coercing me into bed.”

“I prefer the term seducing–”

“I don’t give a damn what you prefer!” I shoved him angry tears rushing hot out of my eyes, “You took everything we did, the friendship we created back in the Enchanted Forest, and morphed it into nothing! Is that all I am in the end? Just a means to your ends like everyone else?”

“Of course not.” he reached for me but stopped when I flinched away. “What do you want me to do? I can’t exactly take it back, no one would believe me at this point.”

“Nothing. Just leave me alone. You got your second in command back you obviously don’t need me.” I began to leave when his arms wrapped around me pulling me back. I struggled against him trying to push him away but he wouldn’t let me go. I reached for my dagger but he beat me to it and threw it away along with my club.

“Let me go!” I screamed, “I don’t want to talk to you!”

“Not until you say you forgive me.” he murmured in my ear.

“I’m not playing this game with you!” I kicked hard at his shins, “I am not a pawn in your stupid games!”

He pushed me into a tree pressing me with his body so I couldn’t fight back. “I mean it! Let me go!”

“No. You need to say you forgive me first.”

“Why do you care if I forgive you?”

“Cause you’re my friend!” he stressed and I paused my struggling. He was staring at me intently. “You’re my friend, Y/N. I have always found you strong and dedicated and smart with an iron-will and bravery that goes often into brash stupidity. You know I’d never put you in a situation I didn’t think you could handle. Felix may be my second in command and a good friend but you’re the one that I trust the most. I know this because even though I know I can make you hate me, utterly despise me, you would never betray what I confided in you with or without the looming death threat.”

The words struck hard. I wanted to not believe him. To call him a liar and run but that would have been the lie. That pleading look in his eyes was more proof than I needed. “So, do you forgive me now?”

My arms went slack at my sides. “Can’t you just let me hate you?”

He smirked at me in triumph, “Where would the fun be then?” He stepped back to let me go.

I collected my things from the ground. Peter was still standing by watching me. My heart was still beating quickly in my chest. While my blood was up I turned back to him and pulled him down to peck his lips. We stared at each other in shock. What had I just done?

“W-Well,” he cleared his throat, “Just can’t keep your hands off me. Care to explain what that was about?”

That is a great question! Do I have an answer that makes sense? Anything at all? “I um…” I took a deep breath, “I am not a liar. If the boys want to believe their silly notions about me then so be it but I will not have those notions be false.”

He smirked wider at me as if he had one some grand prize. “Don’t go getting a bigger head than you already have.” I grinned back, “If the boys want to believe this rumour then I am not going to stop them. But I would rather have some weight to those rumours outside of a drunken make out.”

He gave a short laugh. “Is that all it took? Some sincere words and a rumour and you’re seduced?”

“I wouldn’t say seduced. Especially not to the point to want to crawl into bed with you but this wouldn’t be objected.” I leaned closer but he was the one to close the distance as he kissed me back, “You may act like an insufferable codfish but you certainly don’t kiss like one.”

“Nor do you Lost Girl.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back in. “Nor do you.”

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Peter hadn’t expected this. Especially not from Y/N. After their wine induced make out back in the Enchanted Forest he was sure that was the start and end of it. But she just kept surprising him. First with the rough kiss the morning after and now this? One moment she’s yelling at him and the next she’s throwing herself at him. Just more to add to her contradictory character he supposed. She was certainly being all kinds of bold lately and he was not going to complain.

Try as he might have Peter couldn’t deny that Y/N was an attractive girl. Maybe not entirely in the traditional sense as she was a Lost Girl. She wore battered and ragged clothes stained with mud and grass and blood, and no matter how many dips in the pond she took there was always dust on her face. But it was the wild tangle of her hair and the dark underlying danger and bloodlust in her eye that made her attractive. She was like a viper. If you got too close you had two options, run like hell before she struck or reach out and pray she didn’t bite.

He had reached out and she had struck just not in the way he thought she would. Rougher this time and way more passionate than before his lips melded against hers. Both his hands were now wound tightly in her hair looking for a tether. She let out a small gasp and his tongue slipped between her lip into her mouth tasting her deeper.

He groaned against her lips. Whatever rational thought he had flew out the window as he soaked her in. Her smooth skin, her warm body, the sweet taste of her lips and the soft thread of her hair.

“Peter…” she whispered in a husky voice he hadn’t heard before that caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end.

“Shush,” he claimed her lips again, “For right now don’t say a thing.”

And she didn’t. Overhead the sky grew clear and the sun shone brighter than it had before. It was a romantic sight to those who didn’t know better. They knew though. And there was one thing for certain that was screaming in both their minds: things were never going to be the same between them again.


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Harsh

Character: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1,290

A/N: Hey there! So I wrote this angsty Tae one-shot for you all! If you guys would like I can always make a second part to it, even make it have a happy ending if you guys want!

- Admin Snow

Part 2 is finally here! Harsh Part 2


“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I called out as he raised his hand to give me one last wave and smile before he turned around and made his way back to his car.

“Have a good night Y/N.” With a final ‘you too’ I watched as he stepped inside his vehicle and was soon out of sight. Readjusting the straps of my backpack, I shifted the small bag of pastries I had bought, not for myself but for Tae, to my other hand in order to reach for my keys.

I was supposed to see Taehyung after class tomorrow and decided to buy him some treats knowing how much he loved them. After finally succeeding in opening the door I stepped in my apartment only to almost trip over a stray duffle bag. The hell? Regaining my balance, I carefully made my way over it and wondered how it had gotten there.

“Where were you?” Not expecting the rumbling voice of my boyfriend, I screamed in surprise.

“What the hell Tae! You scared me!” I snapped at him as I tried to calm my poor terrified heart trying to tear its way out of my chest.

“You didn’t answer my question.” His voice was low almost to the point where I couldn’t understand him. Confused, I turned to him with a puzzled expression.

“What?” I replied, honestly not knowing what he was talking about. Even in the dim lighting produced by the table lamp I could see how his jaw clenched in anger.

“My question Y/N! Where were you?!” Taken aback by his harsh tone I hesitated in replying. My lack of answer only made Taehyung even more furious.

“Really?! You’re just going to try and act dumb? Don’t lie to me! I saw you get out of that guy’s car!” That was what this was about? The realization almost made me want to laugh. I did not want to deal with this again.

“He’s a classmate Taehyung! We were working on a project we will be presenting soon. That’s it.” I tried explaining, but really what was the point? There was no talking to him when he was like this. He may be here having this argument with me but it’s like he’s stuck in his own little world and the only words he will listen to are his own. He was never the best at controlling his anger and his sarcastic scoff only confirmed my thoughts.

Sure. You expect me to believe that? I’m not stupid.” Glaring at me, he took a step closer to me, involuntarily I took a step back, backpack hitting the door behind me. Suddenly not feeling comfortable with the extra weight I decided to slip it off and throw it to the side, carefully placing the bag of pastries on the floor. Taking a quick glance at the bag, he directed his gaze back to me.

“Did he buy that for you? How can you be so easy? All he does is buy you some cheap gifts and you’re all over him. I can’t believe you.” He snarled out, frustratingly running a hand through his hair before continuing his rant, “I come here straight after practice so I can surprise you and spend some time with you before tomorrow and this is how you repay me? By cheating on me?” His words, although this isn’t the first time he’s said things like this, still agonizingly stung. A slap to the face would have felt like a gentle caress compared to his venomous words.

“Taehyung! I am telling you the truth, why can’t you trust me?!” I felt the familiar sting of tears wanting to escape but I held them back. Though the trembling in my voice couldn’t be helped as much as I tried to control it. “Why do you always have to blow things out of proportion like this? Why do we have to fight like this?”

“If you weren’t such a whore we wouldn’t be having this fight.” I felt all the air in my lungs turn to ice. The feeling was suffocating, almost numbing in a way.

That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. His words were harsh. Much too harsh to bear any longer.

“Fine. If that’s how you feel, leave.” Voice void of any kind of emotion, I turned around and opened the door of my apartment wide enough to let the night’s cool breeze in, and wide enough to let Taehyung out.

“W-what?” Taehyung flinched back, his posture melting from a defensive stance to one of defeat. The tears were streaming now, I could feel them hot against my cheeks, but I ignored them, too focused on the man standing before me with shock and disbelief clearly written all over his face, he almost looked in pain. I wanted to bask in his facial expression, finally being able to be the one to hurt him, but I couldn’t. Not when I still loved him so much.

“You heard me. Leave. Now.” Please, before I give in and let you stay. Please.

“Y/N.” Stuttering out my name, he reached forward and tried to get a hold of my hand, but I moved it out of this reach before his fingers could even brush against my skin. Knowing that if I felt his warm touch I would give in.

It was almost as if Taehyung had developed a split personality, the person I had been so lividly arguing with had now vanished into thin air and left behind this broken and apologetic man, his eyes screaming, begging, for forgiveness. Hands desperately reaching out, wanting nothing more than to feel me, assure that I was still there.

“I-I’m sorry. Please, I know I overreacted. You know how I get when I see you with someone else; I can’t control myself, but you know it’s only because I love you. You know that don’t you Y/N? I love you so much.” This was where I’d give in. His tear-filled eyes too much to handle, voice breaking as he held back sobs. It was a routine now. He’d apologize after every fight, and I’d forgive him each and every time. But somehow this time felt different, this time not even his false promises about changing gave me hope that this could get better, that we could get better.

“Get out.”

“But Y/N-”

“I said get out!” I wasn’t sure if he flinched from the sudden yell or from the surprise that I had raised my voice at him. Down casting his gaze, shoulders sinking, he started to slowly move out the door. With every step he took it was as if he was breaking off a piece of my heart, unknowingly taking those pieces with him.

Completely outside, he turned around to face me. Tear-stained cheeks, breath hitching with each intake of air, he spoke softly, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Although my eyes may betray what I was truly feeling in that moment, I made sure my voice held no emotion, “I can’t Tae. Not anymore.” And with that I shut the door on him. My last image of him, shattered and in pain, his broken words and shaking figure, will forever haunt me. I sunk down to my knees; letting out all the screams and tears I had been holding back. The horrible ache in my chest intensifying with every cry.

I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to say goodbye, didn’t want to throw away what we had created together, what we had become together. Everything inside of me told me it was the right thing to do, but why did it hurt so much to let go?

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Out of all places @yeaimlandon chose to meet here. SMH!

Soo yea everyone this is our dad Marcell, who Scar gets his middle name from lol, and our sister Secoiya. We figured out my mom planned this whole thing and she did a pretty good job because I was honestly SHOOK.

I may have over exaggerated or got myself a little too worked up! My dad literally still treats me the SAME WAY after all these years, LITERALLY! Like I’m still 16 or something… It feels as if nothing has really changed about him, maybe it was me who changed….

Also me and Coiya was born on the same day, we even have the same personality……SCARY!!!(I guess I finally know why my parents split….hahah*sobs*)


I was all nervous and anxious for nothing.
She’s moving here from JA to Study Medicine,
soooo I’ll get to see her A LOT!<33

and another quick palette doodle, because I’m too fuck*n tired for quality stuff. I just wanted to treat myself with things I like after this overall productive day.

good night everybody :D

Daily Motivational Astrid #4

“Remember, it is OKAY to put yourself first sometimes. Love, Astrid.”

“Today I choose to talk about this because it’s something I had to do last night. It’s a great feeling to put others first and make them happy. And that’s something I often do myself. I have a hard time getting things I actually *need* when I want to buy something for a friend instead. This often leads to me wearing jeans that the thighs have ripped out of for weeks or even MONTHS before I buy myself a new pair, or doing the same thing with other things I need. All so I can make others happy with gifts and small tokens of my appreciation for them. Though recently, I’ve been trying to put myself first when it comes to things I need. And I’m starting to realize, it’s *OKAY* to put myself first sometimes. And sometimes even after getting the things I need, I have a little left over to get something for my friends. It’s been a struggle, but it’s getting better.

So for today’s Daily Motivational Astrid, I just want to encourage those of you who, like me, have huge hearts and put others before yourself, don’t forget to put yourself first sometimes. Don’t forget to get enough sleep even though you want to get new art posted every day. Don’t forget that it’s okay to get new jeans instead of a present for your friend. Don’t forget to spoil *yourself* sometimes! Putting others first is a wonderful thing, but can wreak havoc on your own well being if you forget about yourself. Treat yourself. Really, it’s okay. As always, Astrid and Mod love you! Have a great day!

Love, Ask-Astrid Mod”

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anonymous asked:

I haven't seen the Lego Batman Movie. Is it really as gay as all this pure fanart is? (Seriously, I thought the promo was pure because Batdad is best dad but Batdad and Gay Joker is the best fucking thing.)

look I’m in disbelief myself but I literally cannot make this shit up, the actual plot of the movie is “joker throws a tantrum because batman won’t commit to their relationship.”

like they use those words and that vocabulary. Batman accuses joker of trying to trick him into a relationship. Joker gets upset that batman doesn’t treat him how superman treats his enemies. Harleys whole wingman function where she’s basically like “look we’re gonna get you batman and if he won’t come around then you’re too good for him and he doesn’t deserve you anyway.”

I’m really not sure how I went in expecting this to be a gay love story and the movie gave me MORE than I hoped for but it did and I am blessed.

anonymous asked:

after so many years, i finally have a very healthy poly relationship. theyre my everything and i love all of them a lot, we're teaching each other how to communicate properly and they all are showing me what a healthy relationship is, and i love it. theyve helped me not hate myself and despite the fact i have too many breakdowns over silly things, they still help and still treat me like we are equal. i love all four of them with all my heart and im so happy that ive got them (sorry for the dump)

Aww that is so great! I’m really happy that things are so good for you!! 😃💖

Can we talk about bubble baths for a second? I woke up this morning with the desire to treat myself to relaxation all day so at five in the morning I decided, hey, let’s just go ahead and do it. Being adventurous is a good thing. Let me tell you, it was the best idea that I think I’ve ever had. I would recommend chocolate milk and a good book to keep you company too, maybe netflix, maybe a nap partner too. I think Baby bug liked it, they were fluttering like a butterfly, which makes my birth plan all the more exciting.