this may have been my morning

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Good afternoon, fellow siblings. I haven’t submitted in a while because I’ve been away from the Tumblrsphere and i realized how much i was missing out. So I’m back!! Anyway these past couple months have been rough. I was 3 days away from being evicted from my home, HE is president, and things are happening that his supporters told us to “calm down” over. Guess what, now we have a real chance to fight back (peacefully). We will make our voices heard. There’s always hope. Some personal things today: i cut my own hair this morning and i think it turned out alright! Even the back doesn’t look too bad lol. I put some foundation on to hide the T acne that has been putting me down lately, and i feel much more confident that way (: also, i have a top surgery consult May 12th!! Please give your boy a shoutout here in Fort Collins, CO. I would love some more queer friends (:

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Logan!!!! Oh my god that shirt! Wasn’t that from when Andie and I went to visit you? You look so good and your haircut is flawless my man <3 I really miss your face bud ilysm! Y’all go show my brother some love!

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Tiny dirty stray kitten hanging out at the bottom of our stairs since yesterday. There are a lot of self-reliant ferals around our apartment, but this little thing was dirty & covered in burrs. We gave it some chicken but couldn’t catch it. I think it may have wandered over from the outdoor cat hoarder colony down the street; that house is awful & we saw kittens there last week.

This morning the downstairs neighbor managed to grab it for us, and I put it on this cozy towel & started combing and picking the burrs & sticks out of its fur. It calmed down immediately and has been chilling here with me in the kitchen ever since. Got a vet appointment in an hour to get my little buddy cleaned up & checked out. I hope it isn’t too sick; I think it might have a cold.

If we can, we are probably going to keep her.

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Happy birthday, Diego Luna | 29th December 1979

(Diego on his birthday) It’s horrible. It’s been traumatic. It took me awhile to understand that there was another kid that was born on the 25th that was much more celebrated than me. Yeah, it was sad. Everyone was like either hangover or getting ready for New Year’s Eve but never really actually celebrating me. It was like, “Hey! I’m here!” “Yeah, we know whatever.”

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| january 14, 2017 |

hamlet + notes

tbh I have been stress eating so much late at night/early in the morning and it’s honestly so bad for me but whatever

also i may have failed my ap chem test but at this point I low key don’t care (lol rip my grade though)

Dear Peter. (Peter Parker.)

Requested โ€“ No.

Prompt โ€“ Peter Parker receives a letter from the love of his life but things take an unexpected turn.

Warning โ€“ Tears may be shed. Not comic book accurate, like at all.

Words โ€“ 1,807.

Requests?

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I mentioned this on twitter yesterday but, I want to thank everyone who has been drawing me stuff lately, I can’t express how much it helps my self confidence.

It helps me immensely in so many ways, it may seem silly, but seeing it all fills my heart full and makes me so happy.

A lot of you have asked if it’s okay to draw me “with curves” and a more feminine figure, to which I say ABSOLUTELY!

But again, I just want to thank you all for all your love and support! 💖

…also I apologize for the clothing reblog spam this morning, I just saw way too much cute clothing posts and couldn’t help it.

Okay everybody, it’s been a not-so-fantastic year but I intend to end it fantastically! I’m leaving tomorrow morning and I’m going to be out of town for a bit for my wedding and Christmas vacation stuff. I may pop on occasionally but won’t really be around again until next year. So here’s a preview of what’s on the agenda for when I return…

Prompts/ideas/bunnies that I haven’t forgotten about:

The arranged marriage Malec AU

The dystopian soulmate prompt (still haven’t decided if this should be Malec or Sterek. Maybe I’ll be really self-indulgent and make it both. XD)

The Peter Hale as the Librarian fic

The ABO!Sterek fic

and of course the just came to my mind a few days ago Steter gladiator/hunger games mashup fic

But those are just some prompts that I don’t want to lose in the next year. Now for the real fun stuff! 

Coming in January!

The grindr!Malec fic (which turned out not to involve very much grindr, but that’s not important)

Magnus reaches out for his phone, as Alec pulls his pants on. “You should put your number in my phone,” he says, tapping the screen to unlock it.

Alec freezes a little. He’s always taken a ‘one show only’ approach to this sort of thing. He doesn’t want to see these guys again. Grindr makes that easy for him, and most of the guys are pretty understanding. But Magnus is so hot, and the sex was so good. He hesitates.

Magnus, still not entirely awake, doesn’t notice. “You could show me around town, maybe …? I understand you need a true native to really enjoy New York.”

“I, uh, I can’t really.” Alec clears his throat. “Sorry.”

“Are you sure? I’d love to - ” Magnus sees something shift on Alec’s face, and winces. “I’m sorry. I promised not to make the morning after awkward, and here I am doing precisely that. Number, yes, no?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Alec holds his hand up for the phone, and Magnus tosses it to him. Against his better judgment, he enters his number into Magnus’ contacts. He can always ignore it if Magnus calls him. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you around, maybe,” he says, and leaves the room without looking back.

The new plot-filled section of Live and Learn:

When Alec finished reading Magnus’ letter aloud, the room was silent. Clary was crying quietly, and Jace was holding her. Finally, Alec looked up, found Izzy. “Does Meliorn know where the portal to Edom is?”

“I’ll ask him,” Izzy said, and turned and walked away without argument.

Jace rubbed a hand over the back of his head. “I hate to state the obvious – ”

“Then don’t,” Alec told him.

Jace grimaced, and Lydia spoke up. “Alec, he told you not to come for him. He told you over and over again.”          

“So what? If he can ignore what I would obviously want, I can ignore what he wants.” Alec’s hand tightened on the letter. “He’s my husband. I take those vows seriously. What God has joined, no man can sunder. And I don’t care if that man is the prince of hell. He cannot, and will not, take my husband from me.”

And last, but certainly not least, Adult Wolf: Season Two!

Gerard smiles a hard, mirthless smile. “Well, I wanted to meet the man who murdered my daughter, of course. That would be you, I think.”

Tom doesn’t flinch. “Your daughter aimed a deadly weapon at a civilian. I acted accordingly. You have my condolences.”

“That ‘civilian’ was an alpha werewolf,” Gerard says.

Tom thinks of several snappy retorts, but then decides against them. Instead, he says nothing. Just meets Gerard’s gaze and waits. If Gerard wants to make the point that Peter wasn’t worth protecting, he’s going to have to come right out and say it.

“An alpha werewolf who had murdered five people,” Gerard adds, and Tom still says nothing. “An alpha werewolf that I think you know how to find.”

Seeing that Gerard is going to continue to push, Tom decides to push back. “Let’s get a few things straight. First of all, Kate’s death has been investigated and I have been cleared of any wrongdoing, so although you can have my condolences, you cannot have my remorse. As far as Kate’s death is concerned, my conscience is clear. Perhaps you haven’t seen the picture of her holding a gun to my son’s head. If you haven’t, I’d be happy to show it to you. Secondly, Peter Hale has not been charged with or convicted of any crime. Thirdly, you should probably know that the five deaths you referred to are thought to be Kate’s work, that she was cleaning up after herself by killing anyone who could implicate her in the death of the Hale family. Lastly, since Kate was one hundred percent responsible for that fire, Derek and Peter Hale are both her victims, and I would like to advise you that as the sheriff of this county, I will not tolerate harassment of either of them. So yes, Mr. Argent, I do know where to find Peter Hale, and no, I don’t particularly care that you’d like my help with that.”

TIME MANAGEMENT TIPS

hello everyone i have decided to do a blog post as part of my study break and I am going to talk about some time management tips that might help you for the coming terms when we all go back to school. 

my tips have kind of come from personal experience and what I have found to be really helpful, but obviously these may necessarily not work for you :)


TIP #1 WAKE UP EARLY 

I don’t think I can stress this tip enough as this has seriously helped me with my time management. My sleeping pattern is fairly regular and I wake up at around 6:30-7am every morning, and last year when studying for my GCSEs, whilst I would get up early, I wouldn’t start work until 2 or 3pm and then do all of my work at night. Over the last month and a half - 2 months, I have been starting work as early as I can and I have found that I am getting so much more done than what I would with my old habit. I kinda trained myself/forced myself to do work in the morning and I have stuck with this really well. 

I also find that waking up early gives me a fresh mind and so I can get started with a clear head and it really helps keep me positive and have a good attitude towards my work which makes me much more productive. 

Perhaps you could try going to bed an hour earlier so you can wake up earlier and get more things done. Gradually start going to bed earlier and you will find you can sleep better and wake up with a clear mind.

TIP #2 SCHEDULE SCHEDULE SCHEDULE

This, like tip #1, is also like majorly important. I have really started getting used to schedules and I find them such a massive help. If I am in a rush or havent got as much to do (like literally one or two things), I make a to-do list but this is still so helpful for time management. I used to have an attitude where I did what I felt like and when I felt like it and still somehow managed to get everything done - but with a schedule I am just so much more organised and I feel like I have a goal and it motivates me to get everything done. Keeping a schedule makes it easier to develop a routine and keep everything flowing. 

You can have different types of schedules - you might make a daily schedule and write down all the times you need to do things; weekly reviews are also helpful for managing time and give you a nice overview of what you should prepare for. Monthly reviews can be nice to have a look at appointments, exams or commitments you might have. It doesn’t have to be a schedule that has times on it, but even something as simple as a to-do list is better than having a mental list of what you need to do.

Schedules can come in many forms. I write mine down on some paper and keep it next to me on my desk, and if I am going out I will make a copy of it in my calendar or take a photo of it and save it as my lock screen so I can be constantly reminded of what it is I am supposed to do. You can also have them in the form of a printable that you have found, in a bullet journal, in a planner etc. It doesn’t matter what medium your schedule is on - as long as you make one, you will find you are so much more organised!

TIP #3 PRIORITISE 

Following on from tip #2, is prioritising. It actually sounds pretty obvious, but don’t tell me you don’t put off doing that essay that your teacher set you because you don’t want to do it, even though it is really important that you get it done! it is important that when you plan your schedule, you make time for that essay that you really need to get done so that you can get it out of the way and so that you don’t hand it in late, or spend until 2am in the morning doing it on the day that it is due in. Make sure that when you do work, you are doing the things that you have to do.

Doing this also ensures that you are spending an appropriate time on that subject and by prioritising, you can also spend more time on assignments or subject that need some improvement, instead of always doing the subject that you enjoy. I find when I prioritise my work I can get an even coverage of all of my subjects, but also, when I have to, I can prioritise a subject over another so I can focus on improvement.

Some people recommend that you do the things that you don’t want to do, or prioritise your hardest subjects first. This means that 1) you can get them out of the way and 2) you can tackle it with a fresh mind and makes it slightly easier. I do this quite a lot and find that I am relieved when I have got it done, but also I feel a lot more positive for the rest of the day because I only have things left that are slightly easier or that I enjoy more!

TIP #4 FIND A PRODUCTIVE STUDY ENVIRONMENT WHEN YOU WORK

Some people at first might not agree with this coming under time management, but I certainly think it belongs here. Finding a productive study environment not only coincides with your schedule but is also beneficial for you. It means that you can get as much done as you can and you can be more productive, but also being more productive enables you to keep within your schedule. 

If I am not in a productive environment and I have several things scheduled, I overrun on the times I have set myself and then have to work for longer when I could be doing other things. For example, I might have an essay to write, some flashcards to make and some reading to do before I go to work; but if I am not in a productive study environment, such as my desk or a library, then I find it really hard to get everything done and then I come out of my schedule and it means I have to finish everything after work; by which time I am too tired to even think about finishing what I had intended to do. 

Find an environment that works for you and that you feel comfortable in, that also makes you feel super motivated and productive. This way you can do as much work as you can and not come out of your schedule. These places could be in your local library, at the beach sat on a bench, in your bedroom at your desk, at your grandparents kitchen table - wherever! just find an environment that works for you so you can effectively work. 

TIP#5 FIND THAT BALANCE 

As a student, you are going to have lots of other commitments besides your courses. Whilst a full-time student has to spend roughly 30 hours a week studying according to leading statistics from universities, it is almost like having a full time job; and like with anything, you need down-time. 

It is so important that you find the balance between study and other commitments because you don’t want to overwhelm yourself with work. Work out how much you could spend doing each task that is realistic to you and make sure you schedule in some free time. Find out what works for you regarding time spent on these commitments and you can find that balance where you have managed your time for studying and other commitments effectively, and then you have the chance to have that time to yourself, whether that be watching shows on netflix or playing on some games, or even doing some baking or having a bath. 

Finding that balance is really important when you are scheduling in what to do, because not only does it ensure you can keep a track of everything, but you are also looking after yourself. 

TIP #6 BE REALISTIC 

I kind of mentioned this in the last tip but being realistic is something I always forget about and should probably be more on top of when I am planning my schedule. My problem is that I underestimate how long things take me and so sometimes I find myself not finishing everything I should. 

When you are making your to-do list or your schedule, you should be realistic. Remember that you can’t do everything all at once and that you need some spare time to look after yourself and do the things that you want to do. This is another ‘finding your balance’ in the sense that you are finding the balance between being super productive and going at your own pace. 

Also factor in your mood as well, if you are feeling down or if you are ill, don’t give yourself 20 things to complete by the end of the day - maybe just do one or two small tasks just to keep that productivity flowing. Sometimes, if I am super anxious, I end up creating the most horrendous to-do list because I feel like I have to get everything done, but in reality, I can’t! 

You know yourself best and you know what a realistic schedule or to-do list looks like to you; be honest with yourself and sensible with your lists to ensure that you don’t burn yourself out!

TIP #7 POSTPONE UNNECESSARY ACTIVITIES UNTIL ALL OF YOUR WORK IS DONE

Unnecessary activities includes everything that will make you procrastinate. I find it really helpful to have my phone in another room as if I see a text come through I immediately want to answer it. If you feel like you could be tempted to go on social media on your laptop, you can block or bar websites on chrome or internet explorer or other search engines so that you don’t get distracted. 

Unnecessary activities also include going downstairs and speaking to my parents or my brother when I am supposed to be studying - if I have a test or something coming up that is quite significant I always just let them know that I will be working and that if they can to try and keep quiet and it always helps. 

After you have finished your school work, these activities become more enjoyable because you have been waiting to do them for a while as you were studying. It also gives you some down-time to look forward to after you have done! 

I find this perhaps the most difficult thing about time management and even if I have put away all distractions, I still find that I will talk to myself or doodle to give me something to do whilst I am studying! However, this is more preferable than procrastinating on my phone!

TIP #8 BE FLEXIBLE

Not all commitments are going to go to plan and sometimes you have to make last minute decisions or cancellations and not everything can be scheduled. It is important that whilst you have scheduled what you are doing and when, that you are able to be flexible with your time in case things pop up. 

It is important that if these things do occur, that you can get back to what you should have been doing after and that you do maintain what is on your daily, weekly or monthly schedule. 


I hope these tips helped in terms of keeping your time managed and if you have any questions about any of these tips, feel free to ask me about it. 

have a lovely day x

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It would seem that those closest to you meet their end not just during their relationship, but because of it. 

And as I sit here, I’m acutely aware there may be no one closer to you in the world right now than I.

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“Merry Christmas, my dear,” he said, giving you a warm, loving smile.

He knew how much you wished for a white Christmas. He’d seen the disappointed look on your face when you woke up and happily ran over to the window, only to see a cold, foggy, snowless morning.

Personal satisfaction may not have been in his nature, but yours was.

Letting out an excited squeal, you jumped straight into his arms, wrapping your own arms around him. You didn’t care that he was blue and about as cold as the weather outside. You wanted him to know how much you appreciated this gift he’d given you.

“Merry Christmas, Loki,” you said sweetly, pecking him on the lips. “I love you.”

Still Breathing - Jack Maynard Imagine

Summary: an early morning moment with Jack leads to him seeing a side of you that you don’t usually let people see

Word Count: 1226

Warnings: Mentions of Death/Loss/Grief, may be triggering to those who have lost someone in a vehicular accident.

Author’s Note: This story is extremely close to me. As some of you know, i’ve been struggling to write lately, and this story popped into my head. Y/N in this story is very much based on and inspired by me personally and my life events. I don’t know how many of you will relate to this one but it’s incredibly important to me. Grief is not something that fades or goes away and it is more personal to me than anything else i’ve shared on here. If any of you are going through anything and just need a chat, then i’m here always, you can always drop a message in my ask and I will always reply to the best of my abilities. 

Originally posted by killtheinsidegifs

Reaching a hand across the mattress and expecting for it to land on the always warm and comforting body of his girlfriend, Jack was surprised to feel only cool and uninviting sheets underneath his fingertips.

Cracking his eyes open blearily, he noticed that his bed was very much empty and very much lacking a warm you to cuddle up behind. Peering over his shoulder, he groaned huskily when he noticed that it was only just past two thirty in the morning.

Regardless of this though, he knew that you typically didn’t get up in the night, and as such, pushed himself up and out of bed, the cool breeze coming through the open window making him shiver slightly as he padded out of the room and into the plush carpeted hallway. He noticed the stream of warm light coming from his office and immediately made his way over to the doorway.

Standing in the door way, his eyes fell on you immediately, your body crouched over a box of something that was on the floor while clad in only his old ratty shirt and a pair of mismatched socks.

“Baby?” his scratchy hoarse voice broke into your personal bubble, making your head snap up immediately, your hands quickly moving to clear your eyes of any remaining tears. “It’s like three in the morning, what are you doing awake?” he yawned, moving closer to you as you tried to right yourself and make it seem like you hadn’t just been crying your eyes out.

Jack felt his heart drop down into his stomach when his eyes landed on the box in front of you, leaning against the wall beside you, he slid his back down it until he hit the floor, his body adjacent to your own. His eyes flitted over your carefully composed form; he knew how you could get when you were in this state and even more so, he knew that you kept everything inside (no matter how often he would tell you that it was okay to be upset and to let him in) and you usually never let him get close enough to see any of this so he didn’t want to spook you at all.

“I had a dream,” you spoke quietly into the early morning air, “About him, about the accident, I saw it all,” you told him, your voice cracking at the end. It had been nearly ten years since your father had been killed in a freak accident on an afternoon motorbike ride, yet still it stayed with you. Still it haunted you, the words that you’d read on the coroners report ingrained into your memory. How he had died on impact, how in his last moments he had angled the bike just so that he would take the brunt of the force instead of your mother.

You bit down on your lip so hard that you were surprised you didn’t break through the skin; you had spent the past ten years never crying in front of anyone, never letting anyone in far enough to see just how broken this singular event had made you. Even Jack, the love of your life and the reason you weren’t an empty shell of a human being, was kept at arms length so as to minimize the impact.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jack asked you softly, reaching out and placing his hand on your arm gently. Everything about him was gentle in that moment, his tone and his actions, all coming from your boyfriend who had a tendency to be obnoxious and crass and loud in the best of times. It was the softness of his touch that broke you though, your carefully constructed facade crashing down like a house of cards in a blizzard.

The sobs racked your body as your body slumped forward, your entire frame shaking from the force of your cries. Jack couldn’t just sit there though, couldn’t just sit there with one hand on your arm while you sobbed for the father you had lost. Wrapping one arm around your waist and the other around your legs, he hauled you into his lap, both arms wrapped around you tightly as you cried into his neck.

“Why did he leave me here? Why did he have to go?” you wailed into his neck, your cries filling the entire room as you shook against him. “He told me he was always going to be there, that he’d make sure nobody ever hurt me but he left! He left me here all alone and now I’m the one who has to protect everyone but I can’t anymore Jack, I’m not him!” You cried, burying your face into his chest.

It was breaking Jack’s heart to see you like this and be unable to do anything for you, but he was so thankful that he had woken up and was able to be here for you now. He ran his fingers through your hair gently with one hand as the other focused on rubbing soothing circles into the skin of your bare thigh that was slung over his lap.

Gradually your heart wrenching sobs began to quite into small cries and whimpers, before eventually, and without either one of you really noticing, your cries stopped altogether and your breathing was evened out. Neither one of you moved though, your head remaining tucked into the crook of his neck as his hand rubbed circles into your skin softly.

“You don’t have to put all this pressure on yourself,” he told you softly, “You don’t have to protect everyone and be him, you can just be you,” he continued, “I know how hard it is for you to actually let people in and let someone else share your pain but you can’t keep doing this to yourself, baby.”

Sniffling slightly, you nodded silently against his neck, “Thank you,” you whispered to him, your fingertips tracing the outline of the tattoo on his ribs ever so lightly. “Thank you for letting me cry and not complaining about the fact that your neck is now sticky with my tears,” you giggled softly, peering up at him with red rimmed eyes and smiling thankfully. “You’re too good to me, Jack Maynard,” you smiled, stretching up and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Why don’t you show me what you were looking at before I came in?” He offers, a smile lighting up his face when you pick up the box that you were hunched over before. He sees that it’s a box full of photographs, all ones of you and your family. He recalls that you once told him that finding photos with your dad in there is a nightmare because he was always the one taking the photos.

Picking up one photo, you show him a tiny seven year old you perched on your dad’s shoulders, theres a bandaid on your head and a wide toothy grin on your face. “This was when I crashed the dodgem cars at the amusement park and nearly flew over the top of the steering wheel,” you tell him, laughing softly as you recount the day to him, some of the brightness that he loves so much returning to your face.

And if you two sat there until the sun came up a few hours later, still pouring over the photos in that box, well then that was okay too.

Christmas DLC Translations + FAQ

Hello everyone! It’s been a while again, and we’ve gotten a whole lot of questions about the new Christmas DLC and whether we’ll be translating things like the main menu voice clips and the ringtones. So here are some quick answers:

Will you be translating the Christmas DLC stuff?

Yup!

I had the most ridiculous time with getting the audio (things not working, then working without sound, then not working again, etc etc), but I was finally able to solve the problem this morning. I now have all of the main menu clips and the bonus text/email/ringtones queued up for translation by our lovely team.

Will you be uploading the audio here?

Not sure.

We still have yet to receive a reply to my email, though it’s been quite a while so I may email Cheritz again to ask about it. Hopefully we’ll get the go-ahead and can post the accompanying audio with the translated text.

If you can’t post the audio, how will you post the translations?

We’ll make a text post for the text tones, email tones, and ringtones, and a post for the main menu audio with the characters’ names and the translation of what they say beneath it. That’s not too much of a problem for the text/email/ringtones, though you won’t be able to match what you hear the characters say in the main menu to the translation if you don’t know Korean, unfortunately, as it is random.

Also on that note, as with the Halloween update each character has exactly three different voice clips on the main menu.

Hey, do you know how to [insert question about Xmas DLC here]?

We’re not a question-answer blog on all things MysMe, so you should probably ask a different blog. I take general MysMe questions on my other blog @zentherainbowunicorn, though I haven’t played through all the Christmas DLC yet so you’ll either have to wait for an answer or can ask another blog, as well. Thank you!


Hope everyone is enjoying their holidays!

Wake: a potion for last minute mornings, rough weeks, and all-nighter recovery

As some of you may have noticed, I’ve been a bit absent from this blog since college started back up—mostly due to being completely overwhelmed by a tremendous amount of work in addition to my school duties. I’m sure we’ve all been there; you’re treading water with your normal workload, when suddenly everything else goes belly up and you’re stuck with WAY more than you think you can cope with (and, if you’re like me, you might even get lucky enough to catch a gross cold on top of that!).

Well, the good news is that you probably CAN handle what life is throwing at you. The bad news is it’s probably still going to suck for a while as you get things back under control. A little self care can go a long way at such times, so this and the next few posts will focus on just that! This first recipe (or potion, if you prefer) is quick, dirty, and a lifesaver on rough days.  It’s simple, and can easily be tweaked to replace different ingredients (chai instead of coffee, etc.) as long as they abide by the same goals: keep awake, keep fed, and keep going.

BASE:

Coffee (or another stimulant)

Sugar to taste

Optional, if you have time:

Pinch of cinnamon (energy, good vibes, strength)

Dash of clove (protection)

Peeled ginger (strengthens and intensifies workings it is part of)

Vanilla (restores lost energy)

Pinch of calendula flowers (courage, energy, protection)

If you’re in a rush, just make coffee or caffeinated tea as you normally would and move to the next step. If you have a few minutes—or are prepping ahead of time—you have two options:

1.       Steep the optional herbal ingredients in coffee while gently heating until infused, straining once finished, or

2.       Place herbs in a saucepan with a 2 / 1 mixture of sugar and water, enough to cover the herbs. Heat until sugar is melted and herbs have fully steeped their flavor into the syrup. Strain and bottle to add to your coffee base later.

If you are using vanilla extract, do not add it until the mixtures are cooled from a simmer, as the alcohol will evaporate. If you are very stressed while making this, I recommend stirring counterclockwise to banish negative energy and taking the simmer time to take a few deep breaths, clear your mind, and try to release a little tension.

To your base, add the following:

Milk/cream/soy (adds healthy fat and calcium—milk’s a food, too!)

Powdered nuts; specifically, I like a big scoop of powdered peanut butter for this (peanuts bring prosperity and protection), but there are a lot of different nuts with different properties available on the health market. A big huge jar of powered peanut butter will run you only about nine bucks at most stores.

This part seems like it might taste bad (I know that’s what I was afraid of when I first made it), but it’s honestly kind of good. And most importantly, both the above ingredients—mostly the peanut butter—are full of protein and good fats, which upgrades this from a short-term energy boost to something that will actually sustain you throughout the day.

When mixing the components, I place them all in a jar and shake vigorously. Jars are great for carrying drinks around in (or am I just weird?), and shaking the potion is my favorite point to really focus on its purpose: energy. If you want, this is a solid little chant to do over it as well, especially if accompanied by visualization:

I won’t rest; sleep won’t take me

Daily trials will not shake me

I am still here, standing strong

Time for rest has come and gone.

Throughout the day, this serves as a light power shake and a great way to kill both your hunger and your caffeine addiction at the same time. When I know that I’m not getting back home until late, this is my go-to for powering through the day!

Status Update

I’m alive! And feeling quite refreshed. It’s amazing what 1 ½ days of no electronics, a solid four hour nap on a couch, lots of water, lots of stretching, and a nice hike around a woodland park can do for a guy.

So yes, Steven Universe liveblogs will resume tomorrow!

However, there will be two small changes to my blog structure moving forward.

1: Previously, I had been going to bed at 9PM and waking up at 6AM. I think now, I’ll be letting myself sleep in an extra hour or two. It may take a little to settle into a new routine, but my blogs will definitely be starting later than they have been. I apologize to those in far away timezones who catch my blogs right before they go to bed. I hope you go to sleep and see them in the morning, because your sleep is important too!

2: I’m doing away with “48 minute” sessions entirely. I’ll be doing 24 minutes of content each day, period. That’s two Steven Universe episodes, and in the future one single episode of shows with normal pacing. Oh, if I run into a cliffhanger? Tough, I’ll have to deal with that.

Some may recall my earlier stated plan to run two shows concurrently in my post-SU-project. Originally, I planned to blog the second, shorter show as an extra on my “48 minute” days, but now… I suppose I’ll alternate. The longer show will have two days in a row dedicated to it, and the shorter show will have an episode on every third day.

So yes. My batteries are fully charged, and I’m taking measures to ensure they drain very, very slowly.

Thank you for understanding my need for a break! I look forward to picking back up where I left off… tomorrow!

Since it seems like this may need repeating in the near future….GET VACCINATED. VACCINATE YOUR KIDS. Having celiac is like playing immunity roulette - it cost me my immunity to chicken pox, and I had 4 tubes of blood drawn this morning to see what else it wiped out my immunity to. I have family in the same boat. Think about all the others around you with compromised immunity - cancer patients, organ transplant recipients, small children, people with autoimmune diseases….that’s a lot of people. All of them are put at risk by not vaccinating.


Science has been working on driving away one of the horses of the apocalypse, and you decide to let it right in your home because you’re scared about the bunny next door. Gold star.


If you decide not to vaccinate, you are putting not only your life but the lives of those around you at serious risk, over the DISPROVEN worry that they might cause a neurodivergence that has been PROVEN TO OCCUR BEFORE BIRTH. You are risking death because you believe in something repeatedly disproven. All because you worry that your child might turn out to be autistic. That is not only incredibly selfish, but it also displays how little you value the life of your child and those around you. A+ parenting, there. 


For anyone who isn’t negligently selfish, GET VACCINATED. .

At some point all seven members of the inner crew get stuck in an elevator.

There’s a moment where it screams trap, ambush, a clever attack from some phantom rival, but no. Its a stock-standard mechanical failure. The rulers of Los Santos, arguably the most dangerous crew this side of the country, trapped like rats in a little metal box.

It’s fucking undignified.

With no reception to contact their own people they use the inbuilt emergency button to call it in, expecting a technician to be rushed to their aid, only to be told they are in a queue. That there will be some delays. The conversation starts professionally polite but quickly devolves into everything from outrageous bribes to thinly veiled threats but Mark, who’s clearly in some call centre far away from Los Santos, is utterly unmoved.  

Unused to such blatant disregard Geoff abuses the call button, determined to make Mark as miserable as they are in an effort to annoy him into submission. By the time he considers allowing the crew’s main negotiator a turn on the phone the ‘self-important assholes’ impression has already been irrevocably ingrained.

Michael lifted Jeremy up to pick the lock on the emergency hatch only to complain about lax safety standards when the hinges jam and refuse to open more than halfway. Gavin snarks about their heavy hitters not being so strong after all, Michael snaps back about useless twigs keeping their mouths shut, and Jeremy is quickly forgotten in favour of a grade-school-level slap fight.

As time goes by the heat rises and tempers flare; Geoff railing against Mark, Jack snapping at Geoff for antagonising the people controlling their placement in the queue, Gavin and Michael prodding each other into more and more aggressive arguments and Ryan beginning to twitch alarmingly every time the background music loops.

Ray hasn’t moved from where he leaned 5 minutes into their stay, hood up, earphones plugged into his DS, absently swaying out of range whenever the rolling ball of furious MichaelGavin bounces towards him. Following his lead Jeremy quickly boosted himself up to sit on the handrail in a corner, as out of the way as he can be in a contained metal box, morbidly fascinated as he settles back to watch the fireworks.

At loop 17 Ryan takes a knife to the speakers, prying out the screws before calmly tearing the whole thing out of the wall. This prompts a moment of absolute silence, blessedly free from repetitive piano, before the lights flicker out, Gavin screeches, and it all kicks off again.

In the chaos no one notices Ray slipping through the jammed hatch and clambering on to the roof until its too late to catch him. His exit sets off an explosion of yelling, threats and promises and downright pleading, but realistically none of them are operating under the illusion that Ray plans to do anything more than clamber back up to the penthouse and have a nap. Gavin is the only other one who’s shoulders are slim enough to slip through but no one lets him go - they say they don’t trust him not to trip and kill himself but lets be real: if Michael and Geoff don’t get to leave this hellhole there’s no chance on earth Gavin gets to.

When they are finally set free, listening in strained silence as the lift lowers and the doors are wrenched open, the technician cracks a lewd joke about the awkward tension and no one has it in them to stop Ryan from punching him in the throat.

Geoff stalks away muttering about having unfinished business with Mark while Michael makes a beeline for the fire-stairs, intent on getting to the penthouse before Ray realises they are free and goes into hiding. Jeremy is lumped with the duty to go check in with the support crew, who have probably already tracked down the source of their absence and are bound to be smug little shits about it. The others go their separate ways in silence, normal jobs abandoned in favour of refusing to be in the same room as one another for the rest of the week.

I don’t know if it’s the super moon or what but my emotions have been WILD today. Is anyone else experiencing this?

I haven’t cried since maybe May or June, but today if all flowed out of me. You all know I was feeling super chill about the situation last night and this morning, and even answered a question about how I keep my cool. No biggie.

Today? Different story. I watched a video about Obama’s first election and what it meant to so many people. Waterfall of tears. I started thinking about Hillary and how qualified she is, how long and hard she worked to get to where she is, only for it to be stolen by a rich white male, and how many women know exactly that pain. Cried again. Thought about all of the POC, women, LGBTQ+ youth and minority groups in the US who have weeped or even lost lives already over this. How it feels like progress moved backwards that day. I felt absolutely overcome with rage and exhaustion for every minority group that has fought so hard, been so badly mistreated for centuries and is still facing that today. The racism we inflict upon anyone who isn’t white makes me sick and furious, and I would be out of my mind with rage if I belonged to that community. It is not fair and it is not okay that it is still happening. 

Thought about my dad, lying there in hospital without me to visit him. He told me one of his friends organised for his favourite childhood Brownlow medalist to come in and surprise him, and I nearly cried with happiness because that is the most beautiful thing, even if it reminds me of a dying child’s Make A Wish. I feel like men don’t often do things with such thoughtfulness as I know women do, and it made my day to see that kind of love and care.

Then I started thinking about yesterday and all the dumb things that happened, how silly I was to lose my card when I have been to Bali so many times and am generally vigilant about that kind of thing. Cried again. Walked to the police station thinking about all the hurt and pain in the world with tears streaming down my face. Arrived at the station, sat there thinking about how ineffective so many police systems are, and how many suffer for the systems we have in place. Saw the news on TV and tears kept streaming down my face. Walked around the supermarket, was confronted with dead calves, ducks, chickens, pigs and others, and felt absolutely broken. Sad because I’m not with Marissa and Shae anymore and probably won’t see them again until June next year at the very soonest, when even my mum commented they are my friendship soulmates. It felt like having sisters, travelling with them. A dream come true for me.

Some days I cannot wrap my head around how much suffering there is in the world. It’s gotten to the place where I can’t watch or read the news without feeling broken and I wish I wasn’t this fragile. I don’t know how to tune it out, how to not feel it all. How to not let it drown me like a tidal wave.

The Blonde/Berena fanfic

Hello again! Well I don’t know about you lot but I absolutely loved tonight’s episode! It was hard, I know, but my god. That hug was bloody worth it!! 

Anyhoo, I promised more Berena fanfic and this one happened while I was on the bus making my way home. I have to admit, this one has my brain working. I may continue with it if anyone fancies it :) Hope you enjoy! x

The Blonde

Every morning I drove to a cafe 20 minutes out of my way to get my coffee before my shift. I’d stopped going to Pulses to avoid awkward conversations with over eager F1s but the main reason I decided that the 20 minutes was worth it, was the blonde that was usually sitting in the booth by the window.

I’d been semi-stalking this woman for nearly a month and I still didn’t have the bloody courage to talk to her. She usually sat with a book and a tall coffee, her large German Shepherd curled at her feet. No one ever seemed to bother her and I had never seen her with company other than the dog.

The first time I saw her was the day I’d come back from visiting Elinor for the weekend. It had been pouring down with rain, the weather icy even through my thick winter layers. As I waited for my coffee I observed the people in the cafe. The old couple eating breakfast bagels, the mother and daughter arguing, the stream of business men and women all on their phones as they sipped their coffees and prodded at their yogurt breakfasts. My eyes had eventually made their way to the lone figure in the booth and what had struck me immediately, was the thin tank top she wore. The doctor in me wanted to lecture the woman on appropriate gear for the winter season but as my eyes followed the contour of her muscular arms, I’d lost my train of thought.

The woman was striking. High cheek bones and a strong nose, hooded eyes that flicked back and forth across the pages in her book. I had assumed from her unkempt curly hair that she had gotten caught in the rain, but as I continued my observations in the weeks that followed, I realised that messy hair was normal for her. I quite liked it, if I was being honest. I liked watching her push it back from her face or the one time she’d put down her book and brushed it all up into an untidy knot at the back of her head. The image of the muscles in her arms, the expanse of flesh at her neck as she pulled her hair away from it, the way she’d smiled down at her dog when he glanced up at her movement, had been enough to distract me for the rest of that day.

The blonde usually wore casual clothes. Over sized shirts and jumpers that slipped off a shoulder, revealing a sports bra strap underneath it. She wore jeans usually, and a rather new looking pair of black Chelsea boots but it wasn’t unusual to see her wearing tracksuit bottoms and trainers as if she’d perhaps been working out. No matter what she wore, she always had that dog with her.

Today, as I waited for my coffee, I looked over at the woman and noticed to my surprise that she wore a buttoned up checked shirt and black skinny jeans. The same black Chelsea boots she usually wore. Her hair was a little tidier, the curls were neater and it was obvious to me that she had taken a little more care with it this morning. And if my eyes weren’t mistaken, I was sure she was wearing a little mascara and lip gloss.

A sudden pain in my chest caught me off guard. Could this be the morning that someone joined her? Perhaps a lover? A man who worked out like her, perhaps another dog lover, someone local who had time to sit in cafes and read books? I rolled my eyes at myself because I knew that if the blonde had met someone then I only had myself to blame. If I’d worked up the bloody courage to speak to her, I might even be sitting at that booth with her now instead of….

The door to the cafe opened and I looked toward it, fear gripped my heart. A tall man with dark hair walked in and looked around the place. I watched him walk toward the booth and my heart stopped.

You bloody fool!

I wanted to look away, to leave my coffee and storm out of the place but I didn’t. I knew I should have done but if I had, I wouldn’t have seen the man walk straight past the blonde’s booth and sit down at the empty table on the other side of the cafe. I was astonished and the relief took me by surprise. I felt myself smiling and when I glanced back toward the blonde I froze. The woman was looking straight at me, her dark eyes amused as she sipped from her coffee. I glanced away when my own coffee was placed on the counter and while my brain told my body to run, my feet were rooted to the floor. I glanced back at the woman.

The blonde smiled properly and closed her book. She leaned down in her booth and collected something from the floor. The German Shepherd quickly got to its feet, it was the most I’d ever seen it move. I watched the blonde shuffle out of the booth and stand slowly. It was then that I realised that the woman had retrieved a walking stick. She leaned against it heavily as she and the dog moved toward where I was standing.

It was too late to run. I knew it was. And once the woman was stood in front of me, her warm eyes and shy smile focused on me, I was glad I hadn’t.

“Bernie Wolfe,” she said with a deep, silky voice that made my stomach fill with butterflies. She offered me her hand and I shook it.

“Serena Campbell,” I said, aware that my voice sounded as though I smoked 50 a day.

“Would like to join me for a coffee?” Bernie asked.

I felt a blush rise in my cheeks and I vaguely thought about work and how I was already running late. “I’d love to,” I heard myself say instead.