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( ̄▽+ ̄*) stress relief scribbles lmao

when you gotta make an arrest but you don’t have your cuffs on you, don’t worry, wifey’s got you covered.

The life of a Procrastinator.
  • Me: Hm, I should probably work on my assignments due in less than a week...
  • *Opens word. Hesitates*
  • Me: It wouldn't hurt to quickly check my Tumblr.
  • *Opens Tumblr.Proceeds to scroll for five minutes, watches a Vine compilation.*
  • Me: Well fuck, time to focus!
  • *Opens word, types approximately two sentences.*
  • Me: Y'know, I really deserve a break after such hard work.
  • *Proceeds to reblog a bunch of shit, watch like ten YT videos, plays a quick match on OverWatch.*
  • Me: Welp, It's getting late now. I'll finish my assignment tomorrow. Yeah.

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

Repost, don’t reblog.

– BASICS.

NAME: Kladdi
PRONOUNS:  she/her/whatever you like to call me
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
TAKEN OR SINGLE: Taken

– THREE FACTS.

ONE: I am known for my eye-catching shoes and hair style apparently.
TWO: I consider myself addicted to coke.
THREE: I love to do stupid things in photoshop.

– EXPERIENCE.

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): uh… I guess overall 4 years, on tumblr about 8 months I believe.
PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:  Tumblr, Skype
BEST EXPERIENCE: Finding out that I am not the only one that has roleplay as a hobby and being part of this community, and everything, and making friends and stuff <3

– MUSE PREFERENCES.

FEMALE OR MALE:  eh. Female.
FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT:  Fluff and Angst for sure (especially angst!). I am kind of smut-lazy.
PLOTS OR MEMES:  Both. Though I am super shy (and therefore super bad) when it comes to plotting ;__; I have ideas but I am so hesitant to share them….
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I tend to do longer replies, though I would say it depends.
BEST TIME TO WRITE: Whenever I feel super inspired. Could be midday. Could be at 3 AM. Could be whenever my muses bug me. I have no control over this.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Well, since Phoebe was originally concepted as a self-insert, yes we share similarities. But she quickly developed completely different, so… -shrugs-

Am I like Joe? We both have an erratic sleep schedule, but besides that? Nah. At least I hope so.

Tagged by: @dustysixshooter
Tagging: @tracedthroughtime , @greenhairedninja , @slipstreampilot , @transcendingspaceandtime , @firexiisms , @cauchemaroix , @guardianofnumbani (and everyone who wants to do this! )

Butterflies and Being

Let’s talk about Butterflies.We fawn over their colors, their grace, their tiny lives.

But what if we’re butterflies to something else? Something more grandiose, more complicated than a human being. It’s duller, less natural, in that being’s perspective. They would say, “oh, look! A human, shhh! Don’t let it know we’re here, it’ll run away in it’s little box! This one’s hair is so pretty, I have to take a picture!!”

Let’s talk about Being. I think of “being” as “a state of what you are”, the answer you would give to the question, “what are you?”

But how do we really know? Perception, the way we see the world, is so fragile. Nobody can truly and completely define what is real, what is common, what is truth, unless they are outside our version of consciousness, of perception. For example, if someone were to say, “I am sky”, you would say, “no, you’re not. You’re human!” But, that’s your perception. In their reality, in their life, they are sky. And who are you to stop them, if you don’t see the same way? One of the most powerful statements mankind holds is “ego sum”, “I am.” For that statement alone holds tremendous power. You are defining being.

I am strong” or “I am weak”
I am beautiful” or “I am hideous”
I am important” or “I am worthless”

All of these, whichever you speak, becomes your truth, your perception. We form beliefs about ourselves through experiences, through other people telling us “you are”. But, what they say “you are” has less power than what you say “I am”.

You have power. You can say “I am” and change the entire way you see life, see yourself.

If you were to say “I am sky”, who is there to stop you? What they believe “you are” has less power.

Others cannot define you. The greatest power you have is the ability to choose exactly what, and who, “you are.”

Here are some suggestions, though:

You are (I am) powerful.
You are (I am) beautiful.
You are (I am) meaningful.
You are (I am) important.
You are (I am) enough.

Say it with me: “I am enough.”

Because you are. And if you were to say, “I am enough” it has the same power as “I am sky”. Nobody can truly change what you see that you are. So please, see and perceive that you are enough. Because I do, but only you can truly make that your reality.

klance bartender AU bc i’m so fucking sick of those klance fics where lance is portrayed as mediocre or bad at what he does, and keith is a master at the same thing and it’s all about how lance tries to catch up or whatever. i always see keith being a god and lance is impressed?? where are my fics where keith is equally impressed by lance as lance is by keith?? so here i am,,, with a bartender AU. lance is a motherfuckin’ genius at mixology & always makes the best (and sometimes weirdest) drinks. he’s a huge people person and everyone loves him because he’s just so great?? but then in walks keith and lance loses his mind because hes’s gorgeous. so, he becomes a stumbling, awkward, and very bisexual mess around him, leading lance to believe he needs to prove himself. thus begins the challenges and banters, all without lance being portrayed as not good enough.

Jason stared incredulously at Nico. “What?”

Nico stood triumphant and confident. His face unwavering. “I want to go flying.”

“You… want to fly?”

“If you want to, of course. I’m not going to force you t–”

“I’d love to!” Jason had to bite back his impatient urge after that. To play it cool, he added, “I mean – if that’s cool with you.”

“That’s why I asked, Sparky.”

When Piper or Leo called him ‘Sparky’, it was normal and affectionate. But Nico saying it was something so much more powerful. His voice held dominion over Jason and hearing Nico call him 'Sparky’ was giving Jason a hard time controlling his feelings. “But I can’t just – make you fly.”

“I know.”

“I have to… you know…”

“I know.”

“Are… are you okay with that?”

Nico’s face looked as if it had a faint red shade. “Of course. I thought this through already.”

“… Okay uhm… when?”

“When do you have time?”

“After dinner?”

“Yeah, I have to eat with Will tonight, I promised him. But after that, I’ll be free.” Jason’s heart always shivered when Nico talked about Will. They were broken up now, but Jason still felt a tinge of jealousy. Will was a good guy, just not good for Nico. Jason wasn’t the right guy for Nico either, but he couldn’t help his feelings.

”… Okay. Sounds good.“ Nico was about to turn around when Jason stopped him. "Wait, Nico?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask… why you want to go flying?”

“I… I had a dream. I just want to try it.” He was avoiding the reasoning.

“Do you need to talk about your dreams? We have bad dreams if you need someone to talk to –”

“I’m good, Jason. Thanks. I’ll see you after dinner?”

“Of course, see you Nico.”