things that make me laugh every time

“They told me that to make him fall in love I had to make him laugh, but every time he laughs I’m the one who falls in love"

this is the gayest thing I’ve ever drawn tbh

vimeo

I mentioned Lucio sort of “sings” in the brazilian version of Overwatch. So i recorded.

The first one is a reference to a 90s kids show called “Castelo Ra- tim- Bum”:

He sings: “Passarinho que som é esse?”
(in english can be translated as “Little bird which sound is this?”)

The second is another one they adapted:

He sings: “uh uh estou sentindo boas vibrações”
(in english can be translated as: “uh uh I’m feeling good vibes”)

and in case you guys are curious of what he says next 

PT:“Aumenta o volume!”
EN:“Raisin’ the volume!" 

The last and 3rd one is a popular brazilian saying:

He sings: “Quem canta seus males espanta”
(in english can be translated as: “Singing chases away the evils”)

Just a side note: his tone suggests he’s mocking the enemies. He says a lot of provocative things when he is fighting and he is always laughing when he does it. Never fails to make me laugh when I’m playing with him.

*edit: Forgot to mention that there’s another one. but it’s really rare to get (took me some time to find it ;_;)

He says: “Todo carvaval tem seu fim…”
(in english can be translated as: “Every carnival has its end…”)

Which is from a brazilian rock band called “Los Hermanos” (yes, they have a Spanish name lol) and here is the link for the song.

anonymous asked:

What are some of the major differences between autism and ADD/ADHD? Stuff like impulse control, executive function issues, stimming etc are pretty common to both of them, and i know a good handful of autistic people (myself included) who got misdiagnosed as ADD/ADHD as a kid. And the fact that the two can be comorbid just makes it more confusing

eokay so first of all: i have both. so of course i cannot distinguish between both, because both are “me”. so i’m making the distinction by what i read more often in ADHD or autism contexts.

the things i’m listing are not diagnostic criteria, just things that i have seen talked about often. you might not relate to all of them even if you have ADHD / autism. additionally, having one or a few traits of something does not mean you definitely have it, but if you go “yes! that’s me!” at most or all of them, you might check the thing out more thoroughly.

there’s a summary at the end

things that are more ADHD and less autism:

impulsivity. i get an idea and then i immediately drop whatever i am doing (often quite literally) and do the other thing. for example: i am preparing a sandwidch. i am in the process of putting butter on the bread. then i think: i want tea. in that same second i drop the knife, on the floor, turn around to the water boiler and switch it on. then i realize that dropping the knife was probably not such a good idea because it’s dirty now. 

getting distracted. not by anything specifically, just.. anything. for example, i opened this ask and wanted to answer. then i got distracted for 15 minutes and forgot all about it until i accidentally opened this tab again. i described this in this slightly funny post: my general idea of functioning is getting distracted often enough so that i eventually come back to the thing i was originally doing.

constantly forgetting what you were just doing or thinking. this is pretty much what leads to both being easily distracted and impulsivity. it’s more than just forgetting. it is completely forgetting about the idea of a thing possibly occurring. you’re having an intense, captivating tumblr chat with someone and then you go to the bathroom and it is gone from your brain. you go bake some cookies, read a book, cut your hair, and when you come back to the computer it’s ohhhhh shit i was having a conversation until i suddenly disappeared… 3 hours ago.

being unable to sit still ever. it is more than just stimming. it is stimming 120% of the time. it is doing multiple stims at the same time always. i CAN not sit still. it does not happen. i am unable to not stim. 

hyperfocusing randomly. like what i am doing with this post right now. i started typing and then i got completely caught up on it and now i cannot stop and i forget the time and anything else i was going to do because this post is my world now and i. must. finish.

hyperactivity. i cannot describe this better than ALALAL ALALALA KLHADFUILSDHFJKUIEF!!!!!!!!!! LKSKSHALALALAL!!!!!!!!! it’s jumping around the room. running up the walls. sitting upside-down on your chair while screaming from laughter. spamming your twitter with 200 tweets that just say “CACTUS!!!!!!!!!! MOLAR TOOTH!!! CACTUS!!!!!!!” while laughing your ass off. 

losing every object. always. misplacing objects that you were actually using just now. pencils, headphones, jewellery, coffee cup, everything. where is my phone that i was using 20 seconds ago? i have no idea. 3 hours later i find it in the laundry basket. or on some door handle. losing ridiculously large objects that you cannot possibly lose and being unable to locate them for hours. objects that i have misplaced inside a 40 square meters apartment: laundry basket, mattress, chairs, tables, small oven, computer, and many others. you get the idea.

forgetting plans and appointments and everything really. i recently learned that some people can actually keep complex plans in their heads. a fellow autistic explained me that he can remember everything he needs to do and lie it down neatly in his mind. i don’t think every autistic is as good with that as he is, but most people have some sort of idea what their next big tasks are. i don’t. i don’t even know where i wrote them down. i also forget appointments because even if i remember that i have plans for wednesday, that does not automatically mean that i realize when wednesday is happening.

addiction to distraction and entertainment. boredom is torture, and i don’t mean that as an exaggeration. sitting in a waiting room drives you up the wall, sometimes quite literally. forgetting your phone is not just irritating and means you have to read the cereal box. no. you build a tower out of the cereal boxes and jump on the table. when the party is going slow you collect all the paper flyers and fold 100 airplanes and shred the rest of the flyers to pieces. not being able to concentrate without loud music in the background. 

things that are more autism and less ADHD:

sensory hypersensitivities. not just getting distracted or annoyed by bad sensory input, but actually getting hurt and deeply uncomfortable. not being able to even sit near someone with deodorant on. starting to cry whenever you get cold. ripping your shirt off because the tag was too scratchy. 

sensory hyposensitivities. not being able to feel the pain from scratches. not being able to enjoy music unless it is ridiculously loud drumming against your ears, while not being hard of hearing. only being able to calm down when something is pressing against your ribcage so hard you can hardly breathe. enjoying bright flickering lights right against your eyeballs. 

the bliss that stimming is. it is not just “something that feels pleasant”. it is something that makes you feel whole. it is something that puts you in a place where everything is good and right and the right stim fills you up with pure bliss. you soak it up like a sponge and you feel like you’re flying and it’s the best thing. it clears your mind and soothes your soul.

the overwhelm of sensory overload. you literally cannot function in a loud, crowded area. sensory overload makes you forget how to think. you immediately shut down or meltdown. you become helpless. you can not get yourself out of this situation safely. you get lost. you are unable to figure out a way to get out of the situation. you can get in real danger because of sensory overload if you do not have help or luck. 

auditory and visual processing difficulties. needing subtitles for every movie you watch, even though you are neither Deaf nor hard of hearing. constantly going “what? say that again? HUH?? i can’t hear you over that noise!” while everyone around you is conversing easily. being unable to decipher an image quickly. being unable to read maps or flowcharts.

trouble with verbal communication. you might be nonverbal sometimes or always. you might have problems saying the right words. you might rely on scripting heavily, that means you have fixed rules of what to say in which situations. you might be unable to react if your script stops working because someone says something unexpected. you might be unable to say what you mean because you cannot find words fast enough. you might say things that you do NOT mean because you have heard them somewhere so the words are more easily found. 

trouble with nonverbal communication. not being able to read tone of voice, facial impressions and allistic body language. constantly being misinterpreted because you make the “wrong” body language or facial impressions or tone. not being able to recognize irony and jokes because you can’t take the subtle hints that people give about them. not being able to interpret emojis and emoticons. not being able to recognize the difference between “hello”, “hello!” and “hello…”. coming off across as “rude”, “weird”, “scary” or something else that you are not. 

being unable to figure out social rules and conventions. why do you always have to answer “fine” to the question “how are you?”? why does a person think that i hate them just because i do not like talking to them? why do people think i like them just because i was talking to them? which people do you call by their first name and which by their last name? why do people laugh about me just because i hugged my teacher? nobody laughs when i hug my friend.

relying on sameness, rules, schedules and rituals. no, i cannot drink tea out of the coffee cup. it Does Not Work. i cannot sleep without my squishy pillow. i cannot wear my Outside clothes inside. when i make a plan, things have to go EXACTLY as planned or i melt down. i cry when i lose my favourite stim toy. it can also mean: having to do the same things every day at the same time. getting overwhelmed by changes. not being able to function in an unfamiliar schedule. not being able to do things out of order. not being able to sleep with the Wrong sheets. not being able to eat from red dishes. and many others.

things that are both autism and ADHD:

needing to fidget or stim. being unable to concentrate or calm down without moving or specific sensory input. not being able to function properly when not allowed to stim. shutting or melting down when not being able to stim. 

special interests or hyperfixations. “special interest” is the autism term and “hyperfixation” is the ADHD term. it means fixating on a certain subject so intensely that you can hardly think about anything else. some people learn subjects very deeply in a very short time. it means getting caught up in it. it’s what you think about in every second. like being in love, only with a subject instead of a person.

living in a fantasy world. retreating into a safe space to escape from a world that is not very kind to us. hyperfixating on a story or a fantasy world or dreamworld as an interest, either as a refuge or as a special interest or both.

trouble with socializing. being ridiculed for being “weird”. being unable to function well in social situations because of your specific disabilities. having a hard time maintaining friendships and other social relationships.

appearing eccentric. dressing and behaving in unusual ways. having unconventional interests and hobbies. being unable to connect with most other people, being the “different” person in most groups. having social positions such as the “class clown” or “the outcast” - entertaining everyone else or distancing yourself from everyone else. 

appearing childlike or younger than you are. never getting rid off childlike behaviours. stimming and fidgeting because you like it or because it helps. not caring about how you look. having hobbies and interests that are seen as “childish”. impulsive actions that appear childlike. behaviour that is seen as childlike.

executive dysfunction. being unable to do things even though you really want to do them. being unable to start tasks or switch tasks. being unable to recall what you know in an unfamiliar situation. being unable to figure out the steps necessary for completing a task. 

reactions to over- and understimulations. you might start to fidget or stim. you might try to get away or get angry or cry because things are too much or because there’s not enough stimulation. you might fall asleep in class because it’s too little stimulation. you might cry in class because it’s too much stimulation.

meltdowns / shutdowns. having reactions that are stronger than is deemed appropriate to negative things like adverse sensory input, emotional stress, etc. that means breaking down crying from small things, having rage fits over small things going wrong, or on the other side completely shutting down, flopping on the floor, freezing in place etc. in case of under- or overstimulation or emotional stress.

developing anxiety or depression. social or generalized anxiety as well as depression are common in people with ADHD and autistics because we often get bullied, our disabilities are often exploited to hurt us, and we may get excluded, ridiculed and hurt on a regular basis. we might despair because we never seem to fit in. we might overcompensate and overtax ourselves in order to appear “normal”. we might burn out as a result.

creativity and unconventional thinking. getting ideas that nobody else has. making connections nobody else would even think of. being good at finding similarities, patterns, and differences. 

daydreaming and spacing out. shutting down or simply daydreaming your way through situations that you cannot function in because of your specific disabilities. forgetting what you were doing and just dreaming away. getting lost in thoughts. dissociating from adverse sensory input. escaping from the reality that is hard to bear or just getting distracted. 

getting caught up in a task. hyperfocusing on a thing that you are doing or being unable to initiate the end of an action. being unable to interrupt your train of thought or action. being unable to switch tasks. 


summary

i don’t claim completeness for this list. so.

more ADHD than autism:

  • impulsivity
  • getting distracted
  • constantly forgetting what you were just doing or thinking
  • being unable to sit still ever
  • hyperfocusing randomly
  • hyperactivity
  • losing every object. always
  • forgetting plans and appointments and everything really
  • addiction to distraction and entertainment

more autism than ADHD:

  • sensory hypersensitivities
  • sensory hyposensitivities
  • the bliss that stimming is
  • the overwhelm of sensory overload
  • auditory and visual processing difficulties
  • trouble with verbal communication
  • trouble with nonverbal communication
  • being unable to figure out social rules and conventions
  • relying on sameness, rules, schedules and rituals

both autism and ADHD:

  • needing to fidget or stim
  • special interests or hyperfixations
  • living in a fantasy world
  • trouble with socializing
  • appearing eccentric
  • appearing childlike or younger than you are
  • executive dysfunction
  • reactions to over- and understimulations
  • meltdowns / shutdowns
  • developing anxiety or depression
  • creativity and unconventional thinking
  • daydreaming and spacing out
  • getting caught up in a task

so that got a lot more elaborate than i was planning… anyway. i hope it answers your question, anon

-lhmod

anonymous asked:

Any valentines headcanons for Victor and Yuuri? Like how they spend it together or if some fan sent anything crazy in the past (Yuuri sending Victor things every year but being too embarrassed to write his name as the sender??)

“Wait, someone actually sent you their used panties?” Yuuri has no idea what kind of a face he’s making, but he hopes it does the sheer disgust he’s feeling justice, because what is wrong with people?

Victor laughs. “On more than one occasion. Most of the time Yakov just sent them to the incinerator.” 

“’Most of the time’?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answered,” Victor says, horrifyingly, then brightens. “I didn’t get to keep any of the chocolates people gave me—for safety reasons, you know—but the plushies were mine to do whatever with. I usually gave them away to sick kids.”

He remembers. It was SKATING’s December 2003 issue cover story. Victor had been in a white doctor’s jacket smiling wide while the two children he had tucked under each arm flashed peace signs. Stuffed animals were strewn across the floor around them like fallen soldiers. He’d taped it into his cubby at Ice Palace until Takeshi joked that they should beat Yuuri up so Victor would come visit him in the hospital. Yuuri seriously considered it. 

“I can’t believe you kept some of this stuff,” Yuuri marvels, holding up an actual wedding invitation. You are cordially invited to the marriage of Victor Nikiforov and Joanne Spiers…

Yuuri gently places it back into the box. Well, chucks it back in, more like.

“Oh! Let me show you my favorite one!” Victor nudges him out of the way to rummage around, eventually coming up with a little blue envelope with a sticker that’s faded with time and oddly shaped. Yuuri squints at it, trying to place it, when it hits him. He goes very, very still.

“I think I was… maybe 16 when I got this one? It was the sweetest letter I’d ever received.” Victor sighs wistfully and cradles the envelope to his chest as though it were precious, spun glass and lace, before handing it over.

If Yuuri’s hands shake a little as he undoes the katsudon sticker on the backflap and slides the piece of notebook paper out, Victor doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he notches his chin onto Yuuri’s shoulder to read it along with him.

It’s a little yellow, but the faded images of sakura still comes through behind shaky, painstaking Cyrillic penned to fill the page.  

Dear Victor,

You are the greatest skater in the whole wide world. I am a skater too but I am only 12 years old and I am still learning. I did a triple axel for the first time yesterday! I hope you are proud. Someday I would like to hold your hand and skate with you. We could do a triple axel together. Please wait for me. 

Happy Valentine’s Day!

“I wanted to write back, but they didn’t leave a name or a return address,” Victor says softly, reaching around Yuuri to brush reverent fingers over the page. “Even with the terrible translation, it was the most genuine expression of love I’d ever seen at that time. I brought that letter with me everywhere I went, hoping I might catch a glimpse of that kid in the crowd, or even on the ice. Whoever it was, I hope they continued to skate. I really would’ve liked to have skated with them.”

The boxy letters swim and blur, spreading out until they’re vague blobs, and when Yuuri blinks to clear it, the page is wet. “It wasn’t terrible.”

“Hmm?”

Turning in Victor’s arms, Yuuri beams up at him through his tears. “The translation. It wasn’t terrible. Vasiliev-sensei at Ice Palace wrote it out for me and I spent hours practice-copying it to make sure it was perfect.”

He can see the moment realization dawns, because Victor’s furrowed brow ripples and smoothes out, jaw dropping almost into Yuuri’s lap. “You—”

The world tilts dangerously and skews when he’s tackled onto his back, and Yuuri laughs up at the ceiling as Victor presses frantic kisses to his mouth, his neck, the swells of his cheeks and the sides of his nose. He shakes with a giddy sort of joy, drowning under a wave of relief nearly fifteen years in the making, and reaches up to palm Victor’s face—a little older, a little more mature, but still the greatest skater in the whole wide world who was everything to a little boy once. Even more now as a man. 

“Thank you for waiting for me,” Yuuri murmurs, then leans up and meets Victor halfway.

I had a dream last night that I held you in my arms again. That every bad thing that has happened in the last month never did. You were smiling and we were laughing and your skin felt just as I remembered under my shaking nervous hands. I haven’t felt so happy since that time we laid in your bed laughing that first night you kissed me. And then I woke up. I woke up alone in a different city remembering the way your sleepy smile looked in the morning. The way you would get up and make us coffee and come back to bed to cuddle me awake. I woke up remembering that we don’t talk anymore, that me crossing your mind is now a rarity and I’m feeling this alone. And now, I don’t want to wake up.
I was doing well, and then one thing hit and after that I can barely lift my head up from everything thats crashed down onto me.
And half of it is because of you.
After you left, I hid my feelings so well that I even forgot I felt them. I used forgetting as a way to heal, I forgot to feel the emotions that come after a breakup and I was doing so well because of that.
But now I’m remembering. And since I’ve started I cant stop. I remember being there the first time our hands intertwined and I remember the way it felt to be so close to you. and I remember every single phone call that we had. And all that may sound nice, because it did make me smile, it did make me laugh thinking about the things you’d say but then it just hurt because your not here. none of that is here anymore.
You use to text me in all caps saying you loved me and now you don’t even look in my direction. You can’t even say hello anymore..
And it hurts, because now that I remember how it felt to be there, to have you, to love and be loved, I miss you.
I miss you so damn much and I can’t breathe because suddenly I’m reminded of when you ended things. and then the picture flashes through my mind of you with her.
And now I can’t even get out of bed anymore because life hurts too damn much.
Because I’m reminded of how people can wake up one day and decide that they don’t love you anymore. and I’m so scared that everyone I have ever known will leave.
.
—  you screwed me up

My grandma lived under the house

by reddit user chewingskin

Before you read these moments from my life, I’d like to apologize for the language, but I’m trying to recall it from the exact detail.

During the months of June, July, and August, I spent many hot summers of my childhood at my Grandmother’s house further west on the island of Cape Breton. The forest was plentiful, the plains were a vibrant green, and my Grandmother’s house was a rickety old two-story that was built sometime in the 50’s and looked like it didn’t belong.

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#2: HOMELESS GUY EATS CRAP

The prime example of what you used to be able to find in random YouTube search terms. I think I’ve tried to fit references to this clip in half the things I’ve ever worked on (Not sure what’s wrong with me). This bizarre sketch, its pacing, its execution, all together form the PERFECT bad sketch, one that STILL makes me laugh JUST AS HARD a decade later. I don’t know how they didn’t do it by design- every single ingredient here is perfect. Unintentionally, one of the funniest clips of all time. 

Tomorrow- the Honorable Mentions list before #1!

Suga Kenta and Kimura Tatsunari
Livedoor Interview Translation

Translation continues under the Read More.  It’s important to note the actual interview took place about a month ago, it’s just this second part is now finally published.

Q: This will be my third interview with the two of you after the re-run “View from the Top,” and “Karasuno, Revival!” 

Kenta: Whoo! [applause] Thank you each and every time!
Tatsunari: That’s right, and for this particular production…
Kenta: Whoah whoah, no, too fast! [laughs] They haven’t asked us anything yet!

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Can I Boop Your Nose?

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: being crazy? Dean being roofied haha

A/N: This is for @impalaimagining’s 2k celebration challenge!!! My word that I picked was ‘Crazed’…I hope that all of you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! :D (*Unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are mine! aka it might be total shit lol)

Dean never thought you’d ever go behind his back like you had a few nights ago. Here he was sitting in a chair, in the mental hospital, in the same room Sam was occupying but now it housed you instead. Dean watched as you sat on the bed, picking up imaginary flowers around you and then proceeded to hand them over to him. Cas told him that you would and have been reacting differently than Sam had. You still see Lucifer here and there, he bothers you at night and whispers lies in your ear. Other than that, it’s almost like your mind is this innocent psychotic child.  

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How to study while struggling with mental-health

Em Português

  So, I’m new to this studyblr thing, but I haven’t seen something like this before. Studying can be hard while you go on and off with with your illness, and I believe the most important is bending your way of thinking. It’s hard word. But recovery is such a gratifying hard work. 


   You just can’t study sometimes, and that doesn’t mean you’re not being productive. Treat yourself, your body needs rest, food, exercise, relaxing. Everytime you do one of this, you can congratulate yourself. Congratulate yourself, even if it seems so small. In my bad days, texting my best friend is hard. And I let myself feel good when I do it. When I think that only if I’m studying I’m being productive, I tend to loose motivation, and get into the vicious circle of feeling bad brcause I don’t study and not studying cause I feel bad. So I find other ways to feel productive, and increase them until I can put small studies - and them increase them! This might take a few days, or weeks. But remember that you’re trying and that already is remarkable, so do congratulate yourself and do be proud that you got out of bad to brush your teeth. 

 You can try: 

  • Taking care of yourself 
  • Watching a TV show. 
  • Baking something! I love this one 
  • Stretching and walking. It can be just around your room, but it will wake your body up. Cuddle and playing with a pet if you have one. 
  • Reading anything. It can be the dumbest fanfic ever, but it will help you concentrate, so nice one! 
  • Playing a game. 
  • Sketching drawings or random quotes. And this ain’t meant to look pretty, just to be fun. 
  • Coloring.
  • Making yourself some tea. 
  • Anything really!

  “But others are so productive”. You know what is AWSOME? Living when your mind is fighting against you. You’re already formidable for anything you can accomplish because of this. Remember that you’re not to blame on how your brain works, and allow yourself bad days. And every time you do study, don’t ever think “finally, I lost so many times already” but be SUPER proud of you. I am. You’re doing great if you’re searching so much to find helpful tips already.


   Planing is great, but breaking schedules is ok. This happens to everyone, I promise. You wouldn’t blame yourself if you got stuck in the rain, or had to help a friend, right? So why do if you can’t get out if bed? You can’t always control it. So what I do is planing, and instead of feeling bad about what I haven’t done, I feel good about what I have done. Sometimes, looking at lost dates is hard. So I close my agenda and just make a to-do list, crossing the items when I get to them, and never following orders. And remember to put small tasks in your list as well! 


  Have a routine before studying, and have a routine before studying when you’re not feeling good. This helps your brain associate that it needs to concentrate. 

 I have three routines, for example:
 In my normal days, I just stretch, drink cold water and put some music I like and get straight to studying hard.
 On my sad days, I take a cold shower, eat a snack and play some concentration games. Only then I get to studying, and I start with baby steps - I tend to watching videos or listening to poadcasts first. It takes a while, but anything you can do you need to feel proud about.
  On my hipomaniac days, I go for walks or even runs. I need to tire my body a bit or I can’t focus. Then I take two glasses of water and a shower. Only THEN I study, and usually start with reading, to remind myself that while I have a lot of energy and feel good, it won’t do anything without discipline. 

  Find out what works for you. On bad days it will take a while, but if it gets you going, it is more than worth it. 


  Exercise. And again, it is okay when you can’t - and not a privilege of us neuroatypicals. But exercises are good ways to control your body chemistry. I have three exercise routines - again, for normal days in which I have energy, for days when I have less energy and for days in which I have WAY too much energy. You also don’t need to do this everyday, this is me, but have a schedule. And never fear to break schedules. Also, eat healthy.

  Remember: mental illness is all about chemistry, which is frustrating, but also means you can hack it. And not just with medication. 


  Talk about your feelings, and not only when they’re bad. If you can afford a therapist, great. If you don’t, regularly talk to hotlines or trustworthy persons. Or just write about it. It really works to reduce your number of crises.


  Power posing. Talking about hacking brain chemistry! I learnt this from a lecture called Our Body Language Shapes Who We Are, from psychologist Amy Cuddy - you can find it at TED. And it changed my life. Posing like Wonder Woman or all star spread for two minutes gets your cortisol (stress hormone) levels down, and your testosterone levels up! Sounds silly, but it does work. Also, it does look kinda silly so you can laugh and have fun while at it.


  Have safety plans for every bad emotion you feel. I make lists I can look at when an emotion is overwhelming and pick something to do. Things like anxiety crises, sadness, anger, apathy and self destructive thoughts. This will help you reduce the times of this bad emotions and refrain it from growing into worse things, such as episodes. 


  Motivation. Motivation is important to anyone. I love lists - especially because I can hide them if they’re making me feel bad - so I have one for this as well. Things such as: 

  •  I love learning 
  •  Studying is a way of having control over my brain 
  • I want to be a teacher that makes a difference

  I also love listening to Sia’s The Greatest, it’s kinda of my fighting song. If you have one, blast it and perform it ridiculously around your room until your dog is staring at you like you bring dishonor to the family - or is it just my life. 

  Find your motivation and keep it to your chest. ]


  Try out different study methods in different states. Look at posts at studying tips - always remembering that some might not work for you, and that’s not (just) because of your illness, and that’s ok, that’s why they are so many - and use them to build your study routines. Routines are great because they bring safety and help you when you’re lost. 


 Sometimes you can’t control your sleep. It is important to try, however, don’t blame yourself if your brain just make it impossible some days. This is to the folks that are on the bipolar spectrum and like me can go 5 days straight with a maximum of 4 hours of daily sleep. If you know you can’t control it, don’t force it. It will make you feel anxious and you get MORE enrgy and impulsiveness. Tiring your body and brain helps. 

  There are days when it is three a.m. and I just can’t sleep but am not feeling bad. On those days, I work for a maximum of two hours. It is a nice moment for putting your reading in day. But never do this for many consecutive days, you’ll feel like a zombie later. However, it can help with getting something done. And it is especially calming for unrest. 


  Remember that bad days happen and you’re allowed to feel, to cry and rest. And that you’re never a burden when you need help or talk about your feelings. You are only human. Have routines, break routines. Do crazy wishes like decorating a Christmas tree in the middle of June. Pamper yourself. And just never give up. 

Hope some of this helped.

a couple little things that pop up whenever i think about simon and jace and kissing:

  • mostly they kiss with their mouths closed because simon’s highkey nervous of accidentally hurting jace. simon’s characteristically considerate, careful, but it’s so easy to lose himself in jace that it happens, sometimes, and simon always moves away with a worried, “sorry, sorry! are you okay? oh God,” the second jace gasps from somewhere deep in his lungs. even though jace always tries to pull him back with, “no, fuck, get back here,” it takes an embarrassingly long time for simon to catch on to the fact that jace’s gasps are accompanied by his toes curling and his fingernails scratching at simon’s back and jace is into it, the thrill of running his tongue along the edges of simon’s fangs and getting to that trace of venom that always lingers.
  • simon kisses jace’s runes every chance he gets and asks, “and what does this one do?” jace maybe answered truthfully once, the very first time, but now he lies every time because it makes simon’s dimples deepen into a smile when jace says ridiculous things like, “this makes me fly,” and, “this one lets me read your mind.” simon laughs and says, “what am i thinking right now, then?” and jace, of course, quips an awful line like, “obviously how much you want me,” and simon presses his mouth to the rune (it’s actually the one for speed) and says, “nuh-uh, try again with something that isn’t always true.”
  • jace does get this overwhelming need to kiss simon when he’s rambling but it’s not to get him to be quiet - it’s because when simon’s going off about something his eyes are bright and his smile is wide and it hits jace one day that simon talks so much around him because he just wants jace to know what’s going through his mind and when affection overtakes your heart the way it does with jace when he hears simon talk so freely the only thing you can do is kiss them, to abate that pressure in your chest just a little. “are you trying to shut me up?” asks simon, and jace just kisses the frown on his face one more time. “as if i ever could,” he says, shaking his head, “what happened next?” 
Rain-Check

Requested. (Three)
Who: Peter Parker
Quote: “To the moon and back, remember?” 

Peter had probably reread the text message from Tony about a hundred times before he actually responded. Chewing on his lip to the point where it was starting to bleed, he groaned. Looking up towards the setting sun, he felt his chest tighten. Swallowing, he squinted his eyes and pulled off his mask. 

Shoving it between his thighs, he ruffled his hair and dialed [Y/N]’s number. Closing his eyes, he bit his lip, preparing to be the bearer of bad news, again

“Peter! Hey, you.” It hurt Peter that she sounded so happy. “I was just about to change into that dress I bought on a whim. It’s really not me but I figured since you’re taking me to the opera, it would work.” 

Peter sighed, “About that…..” He trailed off, not able to actually say the words. 

[Y/N] sucked in air, “Or not.” 

His jaw clenched at the sound of her tone. “[Y/N], I’m really sorry. I told Tony about this night and how much it meant to me to just have no interruptions but….” 

“It’s okay, Peter.” 

Shaking his head, he looked up at the sky that was now fading from blue to a pretty pink. “It’s not okay. It’s never okay. You were so excited, I, I really, I want to take you. But, I can’t.” 

“We can take a rain-check, Parker. I promise, it’s okay.” 

“Do you know how many rain-checks are on our list right now?” Peter asked, his brow raised. He hated and loved how understanding she was. For once, he wanted her to scream and yell at him for always cancelling but at the same time, he couldn’t imagine how his life would be if she were to ever leave him. 

[Y/N] pondered for a second and chuckled, “A lot, but the world needs you.” 

“Don’t you?” 

“Of course I need you but you’re a hero, Peter.” She sighed, “You save lives, it’s what you do. I can’t change who you are or what you do.” 

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t.” He muttered. 

“Hey, watch it, Spiderman.” [Y/N] said sharply. Sighing again, she murmured, “You saved mine…maybe not physically but mentally. I don’t know where I would be with out you.” 

Throwing back his head, he alternately kicked his legs. What did he do to deserve her? Licking his lips, Peter breathed out. “I love you.” 

“I love you too and don’t worry about tonight, Peter. I promise I’m not mad, I will never be mad. I might be a little sad but I’ll be alright.” 

“I know, but it’s not fair to you. I get your hopes up and then last minute I cancel them. I just, I want, I don’t want to hold you back from happiness…..with all this stuff that’s happening lately, it’s making it a lot harder for us to spend time together and when we do spend time together it’s during school and that’s not the setting I want to be with you in-”

“-hey, hey, hey.” [Y/N] murmured, “To the moon and back, remember?” 

Even though she couldn’t see it, Peter nodded. “Yeah, to the moon and back.” He repeated. 

“I mean every bit of that. You’ll have to do a lot more than cancelling dates to get rid of me, Parker.” 

Peter laughed, shaking his head. “Trust me, getting rid of you is the last thing I want to do.” 

“Good, cause I’m here to stay.” 

A silence fell over them for a second before [Y/N] spoke again. 

“Alright, Spiderman. Go sling some webs and save the world. I’ll be all comfy and cozy in my bed.” Yawning, [Y/N] thought for a moment. “Why don’t you come by whenever you’re done, I’ll leave my window unlocked. I can’t promise I’ll be awake but I figure you’d be a lot more comfier than that large stuffed dog you got me at the carnival.” 

Smiling, “I’ll be there.” 

“Love you, spiderling.” 

Rolling his eyes, “I love you too.” Hanging up the phone, he stared off into the sky, smiling to himself. Shaking his head, he threw on his mask again and headed in the direction Tony told him to go to. 

Take Care of Me || Justin Foley x Reader

Yes indeedy. Justin is like such a sad baby boy.

Word Count: 682

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse 

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    When you first met Justin Foley, he seemed like the perfect guy. He had an award winning smile, perfect hair, great style, and never failed to make you laugh. But slowly, as word of Hannah Baker’s suicide spread, and Justin began walking into class with fresh bruises every morning; things changed.

    The two of you had stopped going on dates first. Then, you began to spend less time together during school. Until, eventually, it was as if you were nothing more than a couple of strangers. You never saw him. You stopped trying to call after the eighth attempt.

    You didn’t want to be one of those people in relationships that just can’t let go. The ones that show up at your doorstep three months after no contact and start breaking things. You had to admit, though, he was a hard one to lose.

    You sat in the empty school lunchroom. There was a basketball game going on next door, and you hadn’t really felt like attending.

    The sound of shoes squeaking on the polished floor came from your right, and you lifted your head in the direction of it. You felt your mouth go dry when you caught sight of Justin. He was staring at you, though one eye was partially swollen shut with a dark bruise surrounding it.

    “Holy hell,” you muttered, pushing yourself up.

    You rushed over to him, smoothing a hand along his cheek. He winced, but made an effort not to pull away. He placed his hand on top of yours, pressing it down harder.

    “Where have you  been?” you asked quietly.

    He inhaled deeply, clenching his jaw. “Don’t ask, please. Just stay with me. I need you to stay with me.”

    You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him in for a hug. “Okay, I won’t ask. Just… if you want me to stay with you, you have to stay with me.”

    He nodded, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You ran your hand down his back, shushing him as his breath hitched, cracking with a quiet sob.

    “Leaving you was the worst mistake of my life,” he whispered. “I thought it would help you. I’m not what you need, but you’re what I need.”

    You pulled away just enough to look him in the face. “I love you, Justin.”

    His lower lip quivered, tears brimming in his eyes. “I love you too, Y/N.”

    “Then tell me what happened,” you replied.

    He looked down, trying to pull away, but you held him tighter. It didn’t take long for the warmth of your body pressing against his own to break through his shell. He melted against you, letting his head fall back onto your shoulder, hands wandering down to play with the hem of your shirt.

    “You know how my mom is. Her new boyfriend is an asshole. If I even attempt to stand up to him he acts like he’s going to murder me,” he said finally. “I hate him, and I hate her. All I need is you. Please, can I come live with you?”

    You were probably the only seventeen year old in town who had their own place. Partly because your parents owned multiple homes and were constantly renting them out, and partly because you were just a trustworthy teen. The baddest thing you’d ever done was steal a candy bar from a convenience store, but that was when you were like six.

    “You should’ve told me,” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Of course you can.”

    “I know,” he whispered. “I was afraid you’d think I was just trying to get into your pants or something. I’m not like what Hannah Baker said, I swear. I made a mistake. I should have told everyone that the rumors weren’t true. I really do need you. I have no one else.”

    “I know, Justin. Everyone makes mistakes, but you’ve changed. You’re different now.” You took his hands into your own, bringing them to your lips. “I’m here, okay? I’ll take care of you.”

I’ve never been the person to clam up and get tongue tied but when we lock eyes I swear everything in my body freezes in pure admiration. I know you hate your laugh but fuck it resurrected all the butterflies in the pit of my stomach to the point where I feel like they’d come out of my mouth if you just kept laughing. And when you smile at me I feel the chills creep up the small of my back until they spread to every inch of my body. My body aches to be near yours all the time and I can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing but everything in me tells me to let go and let myself feel all the captivating things you bring out in me.
—  I’ve never felt this way about a person but I’m glad it’s you that makes me feel like this (February 14th 11:18pm)
Status: Inglês

• Fall in love with someone who deserves your heart. Not someone who plays with it.
(Apaixone-se por alguém que merece o seu coração. Não alguém que joga com ele.)

• Sometimes the love of your life comes after the mistake of your life.
(Às vezes o amor da sua vida vem após o erro da sua vida.)

• I really cant wait for the day that someone looks at me like I’m their everything and wants to keep hold of me forever
(Eu realmente não posso esperar para o dia em que alguém olha para mim como eu sou seu tudo e quer manter a preensão de mim para sempre.)

• I love being around with someone who constantly makes me laugh.
(Adoro estar perto de alguém que sempre me faz rir.)

• Every girl just wants to feel like she’s the best thing to happen to you.
(Toda garota só quer se sentir que ela é a melhor coisa que lhe aconteça.)

• The first time you fall in love, it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away.
(A primeira vez que você se apaixonou, você muda para sempre e não importa quanto você tente, que sentimento nunca desaparece.)

• Those nights when all you want to do is cuddle up next to someone and then you realize you’re single.
(Aquelas noites quando tudo o que você quer fazer é cuidar-se ao lado de alguém e então você percebe você é único.)

• If only you knew how much those little moments with you mattered to me.
(Se soubesse o quanto esses pequenos momentos com você era importante para mim.)

• You keep a lot to yourself because it’s difficult to find people who understand.
(Fique muito mesmo, porque é difícil encontrar pessoas que entendem)

• Did you ever even think about everyone you left?
(Você já pensou em todo mundo que você deixou?)

• I deserve to be happy, fuck all this bullshit.
(Eu mereço ser feliz, foda-se essa merda.)

• You deserve the kind of love you would give someone else.
(Você merece o tipo de amor que daria a outra pessoa.)

• Take me as I am, not as you wish me to be
(Aceita-me como sou, não como você deseja que eu seja)

• I know it’s over, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder what we’d be if we were still together.
(Eu sei que acabou, mas às vezes eu não pode ajudar, mas pergunto o que seríamos se ainda estivéssemos juntos.)

• stop caring and you will have less problems
(Pare de se importar e você terá menos problemas.)

• One of the greatest accomplishments you can ever have is to love who you’ve always been
(Uma das maiores realizações que você já pode ter é amar quem você sempre foi.)

• Honestly I think about you all the time.
(Sinceramente, penso em você o tempo todo.)

• What if I told you I missed you? Would that change anything?
(E se eu dissesse a você que eu perdi você? Isso mudaria alguma coisa?)

• A bad personality makes even the most attractive person ugly.
(Uma personalidade ruim faz até a pessoa mais atraente feio.)

• One of your hugs would be nice right now.
(Um de seus abraços agora seria bom.)

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Look, I know I’m not funny, okay?

Anyways, my friend was telling me about how she went to this party and everyone tried to greet her, but she just got really serious and said “I’m motherfuckin’ starboy” before turning around and leaving immediately and I was like “wow that’s the most Derek Malik Nurse thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life” so I present to you:

Nursey literally does this for two weeks straight after the song comes out because he thinks he’s funny or something and everyone is so fed up w him but lowkey, Dex thinks it’s dumb and funny and cute and will like snicker every time Nursey does it so uhhhh he continues doing it just to make Dex laugh. Okay now fastforward a few months, they’re dating, Dex does not find it funny anymore.  

anonymous asked:

Hey! How'd rfa react to an mc who likes to touch their butt? (cuz I know everyone in the rfa has a nice ass tbh)

i do agree that they all probably have really nice butts


Yoosung

  • You thanked all the gods you could name that he used skinny jeans bc bOI dat ass
  • Your favorite thing was to cuddle him and just rest your hands on his butt
  • Poor bby would blush every time
  • He didn’t really mind as long as you didn’t touch it in public, though


Zen

  • The first time you did it, he just looked really really suprised before he laughed awkwardly
  • “I know everything about me looks good, but my ass? There’s so much else to touch and appreciate!”
  • It would probably make him slightly uncomfortable or just really turned on, so don’t be offended if he moves your hands to his waist instead
  • secretly kind of loved it 


Jaehee

  • Just like Yoosung, she would blush every time
  • Squeels and scolds you if you hit her butt
  • You once hit it when she was bending over to take cookies out of the oven
  • She screamed suprised and dropped the tray
  • Would accept you touching it when you cuddled 


Jumin

  • Jumin is an ass man and you can’t deny it
  • So whenever you sqeezed his butt, he would just chuckle and squeeze yours too
  • Suprisingly enough, he didn’t mind at all
  • Especially not if you did it while he was pushing you against the bed or wall, kissing you


707

  • *gasps and whispers* they touched the butt this nerd would make finding nemo references
  • As he usually was sitting you rarely had access to his butt, so when he was finally standing you had to take the opportunity
  • If you slapped his ass, he would declare war
  • Would dress up in his maid costume and walk around without underwear just to tease you by showing his ass everytime he bent over