this is a mental illness blog, run by a person who’s mentally ill and suffering because of their mental illness. the things i post, which come from a mentally ill person who is mentally ill, might not be considered ‘healthy’ probably because i am not mentally ‘healthy’
I can to some degree tell what is healthy and what is not and just because i think something doesnt mean i actually say or do it.
Pay attention, Keith! Alas, this is suuuper duper sketchy because it’s late and I have work tomorrow, but I still wanted to get it done. I actually love this idea so I might try my hand at drawing it (or something similar) properly.
AND THUS CONCLUDES THE FILL-A-PAGE FEBRUARY CHALLENGE. Oh man, what a month it’s been! Thank you all for your support and encouragement. I couldn’t have done it without you!
Unfortunately, I broke my foot doing it… I fell over a chair, so… Yeah, anyway… If they keep it in, yeah, cuz I did it perfectly quite a lot… so it was sort of that Gene Kelly move where I run up a chair and it tips over and… It’s a fracture on my fifth metatarsal, so I felt it. I still did it four more times and then did eight hours more of the dance, so… Well, I kind of - it’s one of those ones where I thought ‘if I get through this, then it might actually be okay’, you know what I mean? And then I left it for another five days before I went and got an x-ray and then they said ‘no, it’s broken, you have to wear a boot.’
Things I learned you’ll actually need for your dorm after one year of college that you probably won’t see on pinterest
So, I recently finished my first year at college (which was definitely an adventure, and probably one of the best years of my life so far) and I’ve made a few mistakes, but none that couldn’t be fixed. For example, I really didn’t do adequate research as to what I’ll actually need for my dorm room because I was too busy fantasizing how I was gonna diy decorate my dorm room into a pinterest masterpiece. Anyway, I quickly learned my lesson.
Basically, your dorm room isn’t just for display. You live there. It’s gonna get messy, it’s gonna have to store a lot of stuff, and you’re not always going to have time to keep it in pristine condition because life gets crazy. But you can deal with it, I promise, and for all the new freshman prepping for their first dorm experience, I want to give some advice on how you can be prepared for what college life actually hits you with.
Alright, so I actually ended up being in a triple (so I had two roommates) which meant I had even less space than the average broom-closet sized dorm room and I had two people I had to get along with. Thankfully, we all ended up being really close and very considerate of each other, and I am incredibly grateful for it. We learned our lessons together, and this is the list of stuff we came up with:
1. Vacuum: Get a real vacuum, maybe a cheap one (not like a crazy dyson), but a real one. Not just a handheld one (like we had) because it won’t be enough. Girls shed hair. A lot. (especially three long haired girls like us) People might accidentally spill a bag of powdered sugar on your rug, or you might rip open a bag of cereal a little too vigorously, or, more seriously, you might break something like glass and you don’t want anyone cutting open their foot on a shard.
2. Swiffer: If your floor was linoleum like ours (that’s why we needed a rug, which I’ll mention later), then it will get dusty and dirty. Having a swiffer is just nice to have because once you vacuum your rug clean, you don’t want the dirt on the linoleum getting on the rug. Plus, it’s gonna a rain and there’s gonna be mud. It’s gross.
3. Brita filter: So my dorm was actually the absolute best freshman dorm not just because the people were amazing, but because we had sinks. IN OUR ROOMS. It is just so CONVENIENT. Anyway, I am fully aware that not everyone is as lucky as us and the only sinks will be in the bathroom. A Brita filter pitcher is nice to keep in your fridge because you can have fresh clean in your room at any given moment.
4. Trash can: We had three in our room for each person but they kinda ended up being shared based on location in the room, but yeah. You need somewhere to throw away stuff.
5. Plastic bags or just garbage bags: And not only do you need a place to throw away stuff, you need plastic bags or garbage bags for clean disposal. And trash piles up real fast in your tiny room, so you’ll need to replenish these bags very often. I learned from my mom that you always have a place to store your plastic bags, and so we had a designated plastic bag drawer where we kept all the bags from our local campus convenience store, or the drug store, or wherever. Trust me, it’s saved lives. (as in, barf bags)
6. Command hooks: So we had to bunk two beds and loft another to have enough room and it’s kind of a pain in the ass to constantly climb down to throw something out so we had a trash bag hanging from a command hook on my roommate’s lofted bed and yeah. That bag has saved lives. (same situation as above) Plus, you can hang hats, bags, towels, little caddies for your toothbrush off of these hooks and it’s just so nice because you don’t lose things.
7. Clorox wipes: Again, stuff gets gross, and you’ll unfortunately need to clean things (ie your mom doesn’t clean everything for you anymore). Have two packs stored because you never know.
8. Dish soap: Real dishes need to be washed well, or else you’ll get sick.
9. Sponges: For the dish soap. And the dishes.
10. Windex: For our mirror, which we wrote on with washable marker, and I killed ants with it too.
11. Storage for food: Something airtight so bugs can’t get to it, like a trunk. We also had mice sometimes go into our vents. And then into people’s rooms. They’re looking for a warm place to hide, and food. Don’t leave food out is the lesson. But also have food in your room! Our room was well known to always have food and its really nice when you’re staying up late and everything is closed.
12. Tissues: Freshman plague is so real. You will most certainly get it, and probably several times too.
13. Vitamins and medicine: Your immune system is gonna get a work out in college. Help it out with some vitamin C tablets. Have some tylenol or advil for headaches and aches and pains. And side note, if you’re really sick, just go to the health center, you don’t have to suffer through it.
14. Slippers: Get a comfy, cheap pair (because sometimes dorm hallways are gross, especially on the weekends) that you can wear all around your building and still be comfy.
15. Power strip: So much stuff needs to be plugged in and you definitely won’t have enough outlets between you and your roommate(s).
16. Printer: Okay, this seems a little unreasonable, but we were lucky because my one roommate had a spare one at home (how though??) and I have frequently said it is my favorite thing in our room. It has come in clutch so many times. But if you have a campus printer near you, or if its too expensive, it’s fine not to have one. But if you do get one, I would recommend getting one that is NOT wireless. University wifi doesn’t like you using other wifi (ie it won’t work). Get a printer that has a cable.
17. Plastic plates and forks: We have real dishes and silverware too, but plastic stuff is just easier clean up.
18. Rug: I almost forgot about this one.The floor gets cold and a rug also makes a room feel homier. You and your friends are gonna sit there and bond all that fun stuff, and someone might even sleepover on it (if they have a sleeping bag).
19. Chairs: So we actually didn’t have any other chairs other than the ones that university gave us for our desks and those are okay and everything, but some of our friends had these amazing, foldable, springy chairs that were so comfortable and also a lot of fun, and I am definitely getting one for my room next year.
Other things you might need but might forget (maybe?):
Make up wipes
Of course, this is not an exhaustive list, you’ll definitely need other things (like a fridge, microwave, sheets, pillows, decorations, etc), or see that you really don’t need some of the things I’ve mentioned. Honestly, do what you feel is best and good luck! I loved my first year at college! Like basically everyone, I had some trouble adjusting at first. I felt pretty lonely in the beginning too, but once you start going, things start to fall into place. I met some great people, had some great classes, and honestly, I’m going to miss my first year–even with all the excitement of being an upperclassman next semester.
I hope this helped and that you have just as great of an experience in your first year as I did–actually, even better!
Could you do a peter x stark!reader where he comes over to get a look around and the ( homeschooled ) reader walks in in a croptop and tony complains like “ you know I don’t like you wearing that shirt bc it’s too ” and she interrupts notrlly caring “ revealing Ik ” and grabs an apple and turns to a nervous peter and says “ sup hot stuff ” and bites it then winks and leaves ? You can finish the rest. Sorry it’s so specific ❤️ 😂
a/n: i got this request ages ago and i really loved it but i just got the motivation to do it so here it is! i hope you all enjoy!
To say Peter was nervous to visit the Avengers compound was an understatement. Especially because this time he would actually be getting the tour, not just brought in for five minutes to be offered a job as an Avenger. As he rode in the car with Happy on the way there, a million thoughts rushed through his head. What if I break something? What if I go into an area that I shouldn’t go into? What if I accidentally say something rude to one of the Avengers? And then, as if his anxiety couldn’t get any worse, he remembered that Mr. Stark had a daughter that lived at the compound: you.
(These are actually real life events, but I figured they might be worth putting in just to show how insidiously this stuff can insinuate itself into everyday life.)
Me: (After coming in for a break from mowing for my mother-in-law, joking to my step-father-in-law) “Okay, I did the front yard; back yard’s all yours.” SFIL: (On computer, playing Civ5) “Hm? Oh, sure, gimme just a sec…” *Saves game and gets about halfway standing.* Me: “…Did you seriously just fail a Sense Motive check on a Bluff roll I didn’t even make…?” SFIL: *Pauses and parses for a few seconds.* …Oh.
Me: *Attempts to stand, promptly loses balance, sits back down awkwardly.* Wife: “What kind of dick DM makes you roll just to stand up?”
(…And don’t even get me started on how often failed Spot checks get mentioned around here…)
Some frames from this human Bad Pearl and school girl-Rose animatic I’ve been working on. Featuring a certain song from a certain musical. Can any of you tell which song it is? ;3 If you can, you might be thinking why in the hell I’m putting Pearl and Rose in to this set up but to you I say: yandere pearl is a lot of fun, okay?
Btw it will take forever before this gets done because I’m working on several art thingies at once right now
Edit: actually I think this might get finished pretty soon since I got a sudden motivation to finish this. I’ll make a post with a final video when it’s done.
Edit 2: The video is done and uploaded. You can find it on YouTube or my blog.
snowbaz soulmates au where the ink you write on your skin appears on your soulmate's skin and vice versa
Okay, I really let my imagination run away with my words here. :D I really love this trope. But what if we took this a step further? What if, instead of soul mates, this was actually a spell that could be used to communicate with someone from far away?
Sometime around seventh year, this spell is taught in Magickal Words. And you get forced with a partner to learn it. Baz and Simon get partnered up, of course. And Simon botches the spell and makes it relatively permanent.
At first, neither of them really do anything about it. Simon might occasionally draw a stupid face or something on his arm just to piss off Baz. But Baz makes certain to no longer make notes to himself on his skin. It’s like this for almost a month. Until Simon goes on a mission for the Mage, and he receives dozens of cuts all over his arm and a few across his chest. It isn’t until he’s checking his cuts on his way back that he notices something written on his wrist.
Snow. Are you hurt?
Simon is really confused by this at first. Because why on earth would Baz be writing to him when he never has before? He immediately searches for a pen.
I’m fine, he writes back. Why? His handwriting is atrocious compared to Baz’s.
Suddenly, all these small arrows start appearing on Simon’s skin, each one pointing to his cuts. He looks under his shirt at his chest; there are some there, too.
I’m covered in scars, appears underneath his writing.
Fuck. It suddenly makes sense. He must have really fucked up the spell, and now Baz is getting all these marks on his skin where Simon’s cuts are.
I was cut, Simon writes. Do they hurt you?
Not much, Baz writes back. Be careful next time.
Simon doesn’t write back. He doesn’t know what to say. They don’t speak about it at all when he gets back. Nothing happens again until a few weeks later, over Christmas break.
Simon is sitting on his bed at Watford, trying to enjoy the quiet, when a large scar appears along the side of his neck and over his collarbone. He doesn’t notice it immediately, but begins to feel a burning sensation there. It isn’t until he goes into the bathroom to shower that he sees it. It terrifies him to see such a scar that large. He immediately runs out of the bathroom and grabs a pen.
Baz, what happened?
Dueling. The reply is almost instant.
Did you lose?
This almost makes Simon shiver. Baz so easily admitting defeat. In the form of one beautifully written word on his skin.
Simon walks back to the bathroom and stares at the scar in the mirror. It still burns. Burns like magick. Baz must have been hit pretty hard to have a scar left like this. He traces it up and down, wondering what it must look like against Baz’s grey skin.
Does it hurt? Came another set of words on the back of his hand.
It burns, Simon writes. Are you in pain?
I can handle it, forms along his right hand. Simon snorts at this. Of course Baz would be ambidextrous. Simon searches along his arm for a place to write but it’s all full of words. He then looks down at his legs. He’s wearing boxers, so he can write there. He’s not sure if Baz will see it immediately, but he decides to write there anyway.
I’m not left-handed, Baz, he writes. And then because of the extra space on his leg, he adds, I can’t write on my right arm.
So you decide to write on your leg instead? Idiotic, Snow. The reply appears on Simon’s leg, right under his own words. And it was almost instant again. Simon tries not to wonder if Baz is actually wearing pants at this moment.
You wrote on your own leg too, Simon writes.
To prove a point that it’s idiotic.
How is it idiotic if you’re doing it too?
There isn’t an instant reply this time, and Simon realizes they’ve written all the way from his knee cap to the top of his thigh. Something they could only do if they’re both not wearing pants. Simon really tries not to think about it.
(I don’t know what this was, I’m sorry. But maybe I’ll turn it into a real fic one day :D)
Career success and artistic skill are only poorly correlated. What do I mean by this? I mean that you have to get a certain level of skill in order to get published/ put in a gallery/ get musical gigs, but after you get to a certain level of competency, greater or less skill doesn’t seem to have any relationship to how commercially successful you are. Other factors begin to take over in exposing your work to buyers, and moreover, the more rarified your skill becomes, the fewer the punters are who can appreciate it. You can turn a beautiful turn of the phrase while juggling 47 themes and delicately drawing an allegory for the pain of man’s condition? Great. Most people won’t notice. And while that additional skill will get you noticed among peers who are also writing beautiful novels with 47 themes and delicately drawn allegories, it is a bad predictor for commercial success. If you use that skill to delicately render specific lizards, for instance, you still run the risk of only appealing to lizard people. But mostly it’s just excess — the average person doesn’t care if Coldplay’s Chris Martin can play Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in D on his guitar. (I don’t know if he can. But I hope so.)
This is because in the commercial art world, most consumers are not also artists. Other factors are nearly always more important to the non-artist consumer: a strong story, a topical subject matter, a celebrity name, a catchy tune, a wicked hook, a pretty cover, the creator’s funniness on Twitter, the creator’s ability to speak in public, the creator’s actual and literal hotness because wow, relatability of the themes, a movie tie-in, an omnipresent advertising campaign, availability of the work in places that rhyme with BallMart.
It’s why you can be an international bestseller without being the best in your field. It’s why you can be an international bestseller without being remotely the best in your field.
Whenever I say this online, people like to shout “what kind of a self-drag!” I suppose because as an international bestseller, I am supposed to think I am 100% fantastic and have definitely earned my title at the top of the heap by some objective measure of wonderfulness. Also because people are weird and possibly don’t understand how self-awareness, confidence, and humility really ought to play well together if you want to be a happy professional artist. It’s crucial to understand just how big of a role you play in your own success. This is so that you can focus on only the things you can control (you can’t make your subject more topical, you can’t suddenly become a famous rock star with a memoir, you can’t guarantee you have a beautiful, eye-catching cover; you can only work on writing faster, writing more accessibly, writing well), so that you don’t take it too hard when all of your career dreams fail to come true overnight. But it’s also to keep you from being a self-aggrandizing asshole about success. You’ve sold millions of books? Great. Remember, Stiefvater, that your skill is only poorly correlated to that number. You wrote a competent-or-better book at a good time for that genre/ subject/ cover/ something, and it took off. Good job, that was nice. Get back to work.
I don’t generally mind this push-pull, actually. Imposter syndrome whispers that I might be a fraud, a just-okay writer wrapped in accolades I don’t deserve. But mostly I think that’s all right: let the voices whisper. The opposite of the imposter syndrome would be letting myself believe that I am entirely to credit for my success, and that’s just as false. The truth is a middle ground, and this truth is also why imposter syndrome doesn’t get in the way of my work.
Because the truth is this: I’m a writer who works hard, puts down a quarter million words of fiction each year, shows up for work even when life throws health or family or world crises at me, and doesn’t make excuses. Those things aren’t subjective. Those things I can control.
“Okay, I know I told you I’m an alien and everything but I swear to god if you try to get me to say ‘greetings earthling’ I will punch you. Of course no one says that! What is this an ‘80s film!”
There’s this new kid in my school and they’re pretty weird. Not the cliche kind of weird, as in they actually don’t know how to fully operate as a human being and I think they might be an alien.
“What am I if I fall in love with a being from a different planet? … No, i’m just wondering of course.”
“Uhm, hey, long story short I’m not from around here and there are people (with guns) chasing after me please please please let me hide in your house?”
“I don’t know what would’ve been worse, me finding a bear in my kitchen at 4AM eating all my food or a cute alien eating all my food at 4AM.”
“Are all humans this cute?”
“I got hunted down and dragged out of hiding and now I’m in some scary lab (pretty sure I’m about to be dissected) but just before the operation this scientist came in to check everything was alright, wait what you’re unhooking me from the machine now we’re running away out of the science lab. man, maybe humans aren’t that shitty afterall.”
“We crashlanded on Earth and despite being rivals we’re too scared to think straight and we keep clinging onto each other for dear life, oh god those humans think we’re a couple, quick you zogloid kiss me before they realise anythi— damn, you actually did it.”
“You’re my alien friend and I’ve decided to run you through all the human things you don’t understand, starting with films. I decided to pick Star Trek and I can’t get over the fact how you’re so fixated on the screen and characters, omg you’re adorable.”
(Alternatively) “You’re my alien friend and I’ve decided to run you through all the human things you don’t understand, starting with films. I decided to pick Star Trek and honestly I’m about to lose it because all you’ve been doing throughout the whole film is rant about how it’s so inaccurate and how that would never happen and watching you get so (adorably) angry about it is a lot more entertaining that watching the film.”
“I was meant to only come to Earth to get information about humans so my race could figure out how to dominate the planet but I think I’m falling in love with my test subject, shit.”
“I don’t understand human emotions or motives but who the sparax made you cry I’m GOING TO HUNT THEM DOWN AND KILL THEM — too much?”
“I was always taught that humans were really horrible creatures, but something must be wrong with your DNA because you’re the most adorable, funny human I’ve ever seen… did I say that outloud?”
“Dude, just because I come from a different planet doesn’t mean I can’t understand English. Yes this does mean I did understand that comment you made about my butt.”
Send me your requests HERE with your prompt choice and ship / character of choice! (Please no more than 4) and also add your own request merged into it if you want??
“Give me your jacket, I’m freezing.”
“These shoes were made to kick you in the ass!”
“Are you okay?” “I don’t know how to answer that.”
“It’s no big deal, its just a few scratches.”
“I’m so cute, I don’t see why you aren’t dating me.”
“We made a deal and you’ll keep your end, one way or another.”
“You look cute when you smile, you should do it more often.”
“Why are you blushing?”
“I’m always here and you just ignore me.”
“I’ve worked my ass off to get you in this position.”
“Grab my hand!”
“No, listen to me.”
“I don’t know if I can keep going like this.”
“There’s no shame in taking a step back.”
“I’ll kill you, you sick bastard. I’ll kill you, you’re a fucking monster who deserves to die.”
“Is that… a dog?” “No, Its a fucking horse. Of course its a dog, dumbass.”
“I walked here to you in the rain, this is how much I love you.”
“You are quite the mystery, aren’t you?”
“Let go of me!” “I’m barely touching you!!”
“You’re so cute when you’re mad.”
“Do you believe in love?”
“Put me down!”
“You’re so small, it’s adorable.”
“Look, this isn’t a guilt-trip: I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you.”
“We can’t be friends anymore.”
“Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious that I’m in love with you!”
“Don’t you dare touch him/her.”
“Please don’t be mad at me.”
“Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you.”
“They say less is more, but when have I lived by that?”
“Hey, don’t touch anything. I don’t know how stable it all is.”
“I hate how you’ve made me broken.”
“I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just at life in general.” “I can make that sexually.
“This isn’t one of my more subtle plans, but considering how long it’s been since I ate or drank or slept, I think I’m doing pretty good.”
“If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.”
“Do you ever shut up?”
“You’re such an ass!” “But a fine looking one, yes?”
“You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”
“Since when did you become a badass?”
“I don’t know why, but I think I’m in love with you.”
“Holy shit! You’re bleeding!”
“I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?”
“If anyone could have saved me, it would have been you.”
“Everyone has a breaking point.”
“I refuse to play along with this. No thank you, go away.”
“What now?” “I don’t know, I didn’t think we’d live this long.”
“They might not want you, but I understand you, and- well, I like who you are and I want you. Please don’t believe what they say.”
“Are you done staring?”
“Never let go.”
“You broke your promise, you can’t come back from that.”
“Hey, are you awake?”
“I love how we all use affectionate pet names and flirt with one another. It’s nice, having such a close knit group of friends, you know?” “Okay but have you considered: fuckpile.”
“Stay here, I’m gonna go get help.”
“Despite what you think, I can actually express emotions just like any other person.”
“I’m so sorry-” “Then why would you do that to me?! You betrayed me!”
“It happened again.”
“I don’t like you, but for some reason you make me feel fuzzy.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“So what, you bitter piece of fuck? I’m nasty, lewd, I swear every third fucking word, and I am a better person than you. oh, that burns doesn’t it? That a shit like me is more moral and good and pure than you can ever be?”
“Me? What about you?”
“Oh shit, okay. I’m gonna toss you over my shoulder and book it okay, no way I’m trying to fight these fools. Don’t bleed out onto my back, ‘kay?”
“I’ve been thinking about you. More specifically, where you fit in my future.”
“I didn’t ever think I’d fall for someone like you.”
“Don’t ever talk to me ever again.”
“Please, just give me a break. I’ve been so busy, trying so fucking hard- I’m doing the best I can. Please, please don’t ask more of me.”
“I wish I could lovingly craft the words together to describe how angry you make me.”
“Looks like we both have detention together.”
“It was over when you said goodbye to me.”
“I hate school and everyone in it.” “Even me?” “You’re an exception.”
“Kiss me.” “No thank you- I don’t want your germs near me at all.”
“Oh, fuck off you piece of shit. You think I care about you? That I give a damn about your feelings? Fuck off- I’m first in line for your head.”
“Have sex with me.”
“Please make me feel alive.”
“You’re the only thing that is keeping me on this fucked up world.”
“Even on the shittest days, you’re always there to brighten them.”
“I love you just the way you are.”
“Your stretch marks are like tiger stripes, it makes you look fucking badass.”
“Stop asking me if I’m alright. My last answer was ‘annoyed’, why would it change any time soon?”
“I will not leave you. No matter how hard it gets or how rough things are, I will always be here. I will not leave you.”
“You are such a fucking cliché.”
“Stay close to me.”
“I can’t do everything!”
“You’re art.” “But I’m nothing like your art.”
“I think I owe you an apology.”
“Have you seen- oh”
“Did you do that for me?”
“That’s a weird way to say ‘I love you’.”
“Are you happy?” “Yes, very.” “Good … that’s good. That makes me happy.”
“Sorry to interrupt but you need to move your hands away from him/her before we have a problem.”
“When I first met you, I thought nothing of you, now you mean everything to me.”
“Please, I can’t live without you.”
“You told me it wasn’t my fault, so why are you blaming me now?”
“Shut up!” “Make me.”
“I’ll fucking kill him/her.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Are you flirting with me?”
“You know me better than I know myself.”
“What do you do when you realise you might not be the good guy?”
So you’re in a magickal funk. You haven’t done a spell in months, and let’s face it, you’re already exhausted, but the thought of not dedicating any time to your practice is stressing you out more than you’d like. There’s nothing major going on in your life right now that warrants the energy to do a spell or ritual so you’re stuck thinking “why bother?”
This has been the case with me on more than one occasion, especially lately. I’m sitting here thinking…”man, I learned all of this stuff, had a lot of success and a few failures; I want to do magick but I just…can’t.” I work too much. I’ve got a lot on my mind. Nothing about raising energy and putting it to rest sounds appealing because all I really want to do is sleep.
I’m sure some of you have read my “Passive Magick” series; if not, here is part I and part II; but what happens if you don’t even have the time or energy to do some of the most basic things I mentioned in those posts (like clean house, cook dinner, or even take a shower)?
Since this is a personal struggle that I’m sure many of you also face, I’ve had to think long and hard about how I can practice magick in a minimalistic way without giving up all together, so here is what I’ve come up with.
Think of all the reasons why you’ve become unmotivated or uninterested in your practice, and make a list. If you don’t feel like busting out a pen and paper, use the memo pad on your phone. It’ll take 5 minutes at the very most. For me, it’s got a lot to do with work, stress from work, being tired, adulthood in general, personal relationships, and overall worry about the people I love (gotta love being an empath).
Alright, you’ve made a short and simple list of all of the stressors in your life, which might have stressed you out more than you already were, but let’s move on.
This next part sounds simple but might end up being a little more complicated than you think - it’s okay, stick with it: make some notes on your list about how to improve those situations, or simply jot down the opposite of what’s going on. For example, I might not be so tired all the time if I got a good night’s sleep - it doesn’t always help, but it might if I actually tried, who knows. I might have an easier time at work if my communication skills were up to par, and if I knew how to handle stress without getting overwhelmed. Home stress may be relieved if I was better organized as far as like, paying my bills early and trying to save money. I might worry less about my family if I visited with them more. You get the idea. Next…
So basically, by listing ideas to combat your stressors, you’ve inadvertently come up with ideas for spells to help you along the way. For me, this entails…
an anti-stress spell
a communication spell (for both work and interpersonal relationships)
a sleep spell (preferably one where I have no dreams)
an organization spell
a motivation spell
You get the picture, I’m sure.
Okay, so now…. you have to do the spells. Ugh. Even the thought of doing such a thing wears me out, but let’s entertain the idea of putting together a multipurpose spell jar. You can easily figure out the correspondences for things like better communication, better sleep, relieving stress, and staying motivated. You might even know a few correspondences off hand so you don’t have to do too much digging for information.
At this point, head over to your spice cabinet, kitchen pantry, craft drawer, or whatever and gather some supplies. Don’t even bother trying to go buy new stuff. Use what you already have, and try not to choose multiple ingredients for the same intent. Just pick one, it’ll make your life easier.
Now, anyone who has ever made a spell jar before knows the process of stating your intent as you add your ingredients to the jar. It takes little effort on your part to mumble some words like “ok lavender your job is to keep me relaxed and relieve my stress.” Do this with each ingredient and bam, done. Seal the jar and…then what?
Well, what about timing the spell? That part is up to you: you might choose to utilize a certain phase of the moon, or you might not even care to wait until a particular lunar phase because you don’t give two hoots about the moon, at all. Maybe you choose to do the spell at night because for the first time all day, you’re somewhat relaxed. Once again, that’s totally fine.
Okay…but I have to charge this stupid jar somehow. Well, you can lightly channel energy from external sources to power your spell so you don’t tire yourself out and lose motivation before you even begin. Craft a super simple sigil that states “this spell jar is charged and activated” or write that sentence on paper and set your spell jar on top of it. Draw a picture of a constellation or rune that corresponds to power or enchanting and set the jar on top of that. Stick a piece of quartz on top of the jar. Add a little sea salt water to the jar (it’s a natural conductor of electricity and energy). There are lots of easy ways to charge your jar. Done and done.
Alright, my spell jar is made and charged so…now what do I do?? Remember that mundane effort is just as important when it comes to magickal workings. Buy a planner to keep you organized, or open the calendar app on your phone and mark important dates. If you know you need at least 8 hours of sleep to feel energized, then don’t wait until 2am to lay down in bed. If communication is an issue, then actually try to talk to people and don’t be afraid to ask for help if you need it, especially in the workplace.
These are just examples that mostly cater to my specific and personal situations, but you can easily modify these ideas to suit your needs. One good spell may be just the thing you need to kickstart your practice again, and this method is simple and straightforward enough that pretty much anyone can do it, even on your worst days.
Summary: Legends tell of a valiant warrior, blessed by the divine, betrayed by the leader he fought so hard to serve, locked into an eternal half-life. Called goblin, this man lives forever, watching the years pass him by, until his fated other half can release him.
(It’s funny, Nico thinks. They say legends are always a little true.)
General Nico di Angelo is killed at noontime, under a sky as blue as his lover’s eyes.
It happens like this, like divine retribution for the guilt he keeps pressed between his fingers. He returns from the war triumphant and blood-stained, followed by a legion of adoring soldiers and whispers of divinity, of spirits, of death. His name has spread across the continent, passed between enemy lips, like a promise. A warning.
If the fates abandon you, and you meet the man with clothes as black as midnight and a sword red as blood, turn back, turn back.
someone should write this because I can’t get over how hilarious this would be. i basically just wrote the whole thing in bullet-point format, but if anyone with actual storytelling abilities wants to tackle this, i’d love you forever
okay so bitty’s senior year, the only friends left on smh that he hangs out with regularly are chowder, nursey and dex
chowder is obviously his favorite because bitty took chowder under his wing and now they’re best buds, but chowder has caitlin, so it’s not like he’s there to hang 24/7
he and nursey are friends, but they don’t really hang out by themselves a whole lot
we know that dex likes helping bitty cook and bake from tweets, sketches, and extras (remember hausgiving?)
so during bitty’s senior year, dex spends a lot of time in the kitchen helping him bake and hanging out with him
maybe also to talk about his crush on how much he can’t stand nursey
anyways, bitty is out of the closet so the newest frogs are probably aware that he’s gay, and also aware of samwell’s reputation (1 in 4 or maybe more)
they come by the haus a lot and see dex helping bitty bake, and bitty constantly calling dex “honey” or “sweetheart” (because that’s just how bitty is as a person)
honestly su’s habit of showing “things don’t always work out, even if you’re the good guy/have good intentions” is just so fond to me.
cheeseburger backpack is one of my favourite examples of it.
steven gets a wonderful new backpack that he’s so excited about, and takes it on a mission! he’s so excited to go along with the gems! he can be of use, he can help the gems!
but it turns out he didn’t pack the idol that they needed and was the entire basis of the mission.
in any other cartoon i can think of steven would have despaired (which he did), gone on about how he’s so sorry (which he did), and would have been forgiven by the people who were counting on it, assuring him that it’s okay, people make mistakes(which he was).
then he would have dug around through his bag and discovered the idol was in there all along, saving the day! hooray for steven! he pulled through and didn’t have to deal with the guilt of making mistakes! which he didn’t.
the ancient gem structure fell apart. the gems had to swim home. steven’s mistake cost them the mission.
but it was still all okay.
he was forgiven. he did learn that it’s okay to make mistakes, and while he might feel terrible about them, the gems would be there. he didn’t get that “redemption” of having the answer in the end. he didn’t prove “hey, i’m smart, i actually didn’t make the mistake! i’m still a good person because i was right and saved the day in the end!”
he wasn’t right in the end. he didn’t save the day. but he was still a good person. and it was still all okay, even if things didn’t go well. he was still okay. not perfect, not ideal, but still good.
basically i just really love this show and its messages.
not gonna lie……….i think lotor is going to have something to do with Lance’s character arc in future seasons…….Lotor is smart and knows how to exploit weaknesses….and Lance sees himself as the weakest member of the team. that is a big red flag my dudes… the anticipation for Lance’s insecurity resolve is Building still. there hasn’t been any resolve for it yet….. i seriously think….Lance might actually get manipulated by Lotor’s team. especially because it’s a team of ladies too, and we know how he is with girls…….what if they lure him in with the promise of glory and being valued but when he realizes who they are he tries to leave but Narti mind controls him into betraying team voltron,,,,,,,,,,,im not okay something is gonna happen to him oh my god lance pleASE BE CAREFUL GOD DAMN IT HE ALREADY FEELS LIKE HE SHOULD STEP ASIDE BECAUSE HE DOESNT THINK HE CONTRIBUTES TO THE TEAM THIS IS NOT GOOD HE’S PROBABLY GONNA GET MANIPULATED BY LOTOR LIKE I FOR REAL THINK IT PROBABLY WILL HAPPEN PLEASE PROTECT MY SO N