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50 ways to practice self care when your mental health is crap

1. Snuggle an animal.

2. Pet others animals in public… with permission.

3. Say yes to a meal with a friend you love dearly.

4. Take a sick day from work. Don’t feel bad about it.

5. Dust a book off your shelf and read it. Or, at least read a few pages.

6. Go to work, do your best, and tell someone you’re struggling.

7. Take frequent breaks at work, even if they’re just to take a deep breath in the bathroom.

8. Read body positive blogs like the Fuck It Diet, Love, Food, and Bawdy Love.

9. Make yourself a cup of your favorite flavor of warm tea.

10. Make yourself tea, then add a bunch of ice cubes to the cup. Feel the sensations of the temperature.

11. Sit outside and stare at the sky. Lay in the grass if you can.

12. When your attention spans lasts 5 minutes, be okay with coming back inside.

13. Say no to someone asking you to do something you don’t want to do.

14. Avoid toxic people while you’re hypersensitive. Sometimes this means family.

15. Say no to events that will trigger you.

16. Be ok with many nights feeling like you’re acting selfishly by saying no.

17. Ask a friend if you can come crash on their couch and have a slumber party.

18. Bring popcorn and fuzzy socks to said slumber party.

19. Cook a simple meal from scratch with one of your favorite ingredients. (I made cardamom baked pears recently- YUM and super easy)

20. Do some therapeutic writing. Prompts can be found through a quick google search.

21. Donate books you don’t read anymore.

22. Workout for 15 minutes.

23. Don’t work out.

24. Don’t beat yourself up about not working out.

25. Mindfully eat a meal.

26. Totally un-mindfully scarf down a bunch of sweets. (I’ve been really into vegan ice cream lately).

27. Stop reading a book that you started and feel obliged to finish.

28. Pick up a new book that you’re excited about.

29. Only do exercise that makes your body feel good. (For me, simple stretching is all sometimes.)

30. Avoid exercises you think you “should” be doing. (Cycling hurts my knees. I hate cycling. I don’t do it).

31. Take “should” out of your vocabulary entirely. Quit “shoulding” on yourself.

32. Tell your partner how they can best support you.

33. Tell your roommate how they can best support you.

34. Donate clothes that taunt you or that you no longer wear.

35. Go to Goodwill and find a lovely outfit that fits great.

36. Take a nap. Don’t set an alarm.

37. Lower your expectations of yourself. Be ok with being mediocre right now.

38. Go to a 12 step meeting or a support group.

39. Call or text an old friend to meet up over a cup of coffee.

40. Buy a coloring book and some crayons. Color away.

41. Practice a 3 minute guided meditation.

42. Do a Pinterest DIY project with an old shirt that no longer fits.

43. Laugh if said Pinterest project ends up disastrous (mine usually do).

44. Binge watch Netflix. Watch a show that’s silly and not too emotional.

45. Throw your to-do list in the trash for a day.

46. Go for a gentle stroll.

47. Blast music that matches your mood (for me, this is often Slipknot or Katy Perry interchangeably).

48. Make a gratitude list about things you’re grateful for in your life.

49. Make a gratitude list about body parts of yours you’re grateful for and why.

50. Put on some nice scented lotion.

Key To My Heart

A Shawn Mendes one shot.

Request: could you write an imagine where Y/N ex comes to her apartment while shawn is there to return the house key he still has and shawn gets all jealous and ends up hurt because he never got a key to your apartment. And then it turns into smut because your smut is the best.Love you!❤️

A/N: I feel like smut wasn’t the way to go sorry my dude but I hope you like it!! Thank you sm, ily2. Sorry for the shittiest ending in the world lol.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Dylan.

“Who is this?” Shawn asked me.

“Who are you?” Dylan asked him.

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tw: kissing, mild nudity, assault, violence


Tied up you walk through the gates of the Sanctuary, Negan right behind you. At least you don’t have a sack over the head, but that doesn’t stop your knees from trembling.
You’ve no idea what Negan will do to you.

What’s the point of having all the knowledge when you can’t use it against them?

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I guess it’s been confirmed that “Spirit” from Spirit: Riding Free is in fact NOT Spirit, it’s his descendent.

I just- ugh.

Fine, ok, whatever- BUT, if you’re going to say it’s his decent why not actually give him a design that doesn’t look like the Original Spirit tried to scratch his nose/head on a freshly painted post.

Kion’s design made sense because, well, he’s Simba’s SON not his generation after generation descendent. Add to the fact that horses live shorter lives and therefor have more generations than humans, I’d expect the descendent of a buckskin to vary a bit.

Originally posted by heyitsmowglikidd

Wear Your Heart on Your Skin (2500 Follower Giveaway Fic #17)

For @a-moment-of-such-peace​, who requested a soulmate AU. I was given a few options for pairings, and I’m sure no one will be surprised that I went with E/R.

E/R, modern soulmate AU, soulmate tattoos. 

“Could this be any dumber?” Enjolras demanded, holding his shirt up and looking in the mirror at the tattoo that had appeared on his side at some point over the night.

Combeferre sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s a soul mark, Enjolras,” he said patiently. “It’s supposed to be a unique, identifying mark, not a work of art.”

Enjolras glared at him. “I know that,” he snapped, lowering his shirt and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “But it’s still stupid.” He switched his gaze back to the mirror, scowling at his reflection as if he could still see the tattoo. “It looks like some sort of deformed bird.”

“Who is it?” Courfeyrac practically screeched as he ran into Enjolras’s bedroom, excitement clear on his face. “Who is he? Where did you meet? When did you meet? Is he hot? I bet he’s hot!”

While Enjolras just gave him a withering look before slumping over to the bed, Combeferre shook his head slightly to try to signal to Courfeyrac that this was not going to be that kind of conversation. “He didn’t meet anyone,” he told Courfeyrac. “The tattoo just appeared during the night.”

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I’ll Be Ready When You Get Here

Note: You’re having a hard time with him being gone all the time since he has to work on his music


Have you ever just looked at someone and automatically knew they were meant for you? Well it happened to me. I did in fact get her and was able to call her mine… with a little trouble.

I had just gotten out of recording some new songs in the studio when my phone beeped signalling I had a text. I put my drink down on the top of my car and pulled out my phone from my back pocket.

“Shawn I really need to talk to you” it read from my girlfriend of 9 months. That simple text just made me feel completely nervous. “Ok, call me?” I texted back and impatiently waited for her to call me but she soon did.

“Hello?” I said scratching the back of my neck. “Um I can’t-” she began to say but her voice was shaky so she stopped. “Um yeah I can’t do this anymore. It’s too hard” She said once more, a little more clearer. “W-what do you mean? What’s hard?” “Us, Shawn.You’re always gone and I knew you would be but I didn’t think it could be this hard but it is and I don’t know how to handle it.I want to be able to hold and kiss you almost everyday but I can’t.” Every word she said was like adding a new weight on my back. “Babe, listen, I’m coming over right now and we can talk about this, I can’t let you go” I could feel the tears about to fall. Losing her.. I can’t even imagine it, I hate imagining it. “Don’t. You’re only gonna make it harder” she whispered but I’m not giving up that easy. “No, I’m gonna make this work (y/n) I promise.” “You lost that chance a long time ago, now you’re only realizing it.” She said once more,hanging up this time. 

I quickly got in the car. I felt like everything was in slow motion, I had to tap my leg with my hand the whole ride home because everything was slow and I was impatient. Her words kept replaying in my mind “A long time ago”. I didn’t know she felt that way. How could I be so oblivious? 

I turned onto her street and quickly into her driveway. “(y/n) please open the door” I yelled as I knocked on the door repeatedly. “Shawn just go” she said and I could tell she was still crying. I sighed and sat down on her doorstep and looked around. It was a Sunday afternoon, all the neighbors and families were quietly in their homes, probably playing with their children. That’s what I want with her. (y/n). I knew she was the one for me when I first saw her. She wasn’t scared to talk to me even though I was a famous celebrity. I was a normal human being in her eyes. That’s what I like about her. She sees the pure in everybody,everything.I stood up and placed my hand on her door “Ok (y/n) just hear me out,I love you. Yes, I know it’s hard sometimes because we haven’t been spending a lot of time recently but I’m trying to make sure this album is perfect. You are one of the most important people in my life You complete me, I cannot lose you because of this. I know we haven’t been dating that long but you’re so different from my previous girlfriends. You get me and I can see myself spending the rest of my life with you. I love you and I’ll never stop.” I said hoping she would open the door but after a few seconds she didn’t. I sighed and could feel my emotions rise. Is this really it? I turned around and slowly walked down the stairs hoping she would yell my name or something. I walked to my car and was about to unlock it when I heard the door knob turn. I looked behind me and saw the door swing open with a crying (y/n) looking me straight in the eyes. “I love you too” she said, wiping her stray tears away. I walked up to her and immediately wrapped my arms around her. “I can’t lose you” I spoke as she nodded. “I don’t know what I was thinking” “It’s alright. You’re still mine” I whispered. “Let’s go inside yeah?” I asked as she nodded. “If I would’ve lost you, I don’t know what I would do” 

a-pinata-named-desire  asked:

I think you forgot to mention that Batgirl/Barbara Gordon and James Gordon are basically Latino/Hispanic now (considering they've matched the race to the respective voice actor for every other character in the movie) :P Which is a major plus <3 Yay representation!

Yeah! I’m so glad we went and grabbed me her actual Lego figure after seeing it, she’s an inspiration.

The director’s said some really nice stuff about it! He’s admitted “The cast of characters in Batman is a sausage-fest. It’s a bunch of white guys, for the most part.” But not only did he commit to making Gotham more diverse and racebend Batgirl, her dad, and Catwoman, he also made sure “if there’s an African-American side character, but it was my voice for the longest time on the scratch [dialogue], I was like, ‘OK, before we finish this thing, we have to find somebody who’s an African-American to do that voice!’”

That’s a really pleasant commitment to diversity and one I wouldn’t typically have expected from a franchise where people’s skin is typically a bright yellow. Really, really awesome.

Next Time say No..
  • Boss lady: Hey, would you like some bananas pudding?
  • Me: Who made it?
  • Boss lady: Me.
  • (Inner Monologue) Ahh Damn now I gotta take it, and pretend even if its nasty that it tastes good ... FUCKKKKKK
  • Me: Sure. ( Grabs plate ) Just a little though I just ate.
  • Boss lady: Grabs ladle, (scoops a giant ladle full onto my plate)
  • Me: ( FUCKKKKK ) looks at light colored mound of whiteness
  • Boss lady: ( stands there with eyes full of joy and hope)
  • Me: ( damn she must want me to taste it now FUCKKK)
  • Me: ( sticks spoon into uncertainty ) ( wait a min ) ( bitch there is no bananas in this bullshit) ( how the fuck is this bananas pudding without bananas ) ( this shit bout to be nasty as fuck ahhh hell ) (places spoon in mouth ) ( hears screams from ancestors ) ( sees flashes of great grandmother shaking her head ) oh ok I see what you did there what did you change?
  • Boss Lady: well there's no sugar I made the pudding from scratch I used goat milk and honey I used avocado for the texture instead of bananas ...
  • Me: ( as she is describing what she used I feel my stomach trying to push that shit back up out my stomach through my mouth )
  • Boss Lady: I also used my homemade sugar no sugar cookies recipe instead of vanilla wafers, I really just let my inspiration take over...
  • Me: ( BITCH my stomach wtf was in this shit got my stomach acting up like this ) Oh ok.
  • Boss Lady: Do you like it?
  • Me: Mannnnn..... I wish my mother was here to taste this Im sure she would ask what is in this.... I will be talking about your bananas pudding for years ma'am this is ...something else.
  • Boss Lady: Really... that's nice of you to say!
  • Me: ( you don't know my mother ) no problem, well let me get back to work...
  • 5 mins later.....
  • Me: Hey, Ive got a little family emergency I need to deal with Ill be right back if that's ok?
  • Boss Lady: Sure, take your time.
  • Me: ( Fast walks to car ) drives to Bojangles, ( walks inside heads straight for bathroom ) ( Blows it up )
BTS(Brother) Visiting You By Surprise

Namjoon: “So how’d the exam go?”Namjoon would ask you startling you. “Joon!”you said half angrily as he laughed at your red face,”Stop laughing!” “You’re so easily scared. Come on let me buy you food,”he said as he took your backpack.

Taehyung: “Isn’t that your brother?”one of your friends asked. You looked at the direction she was pointing to see your brother trying to hide. “I see you Taehyung,”you said laughing. “I wanted it to be a surprise,”he pouted and then smiled at you,”How was the exam?” “Don’t even mention the exam for next three weeks lets go to the arcade,”you said as you lead the way.

Hoseok: “Turn around? What is he talking about?”you mumbled to yourself as you said goodbye to your friends. You turned to see your older brother, Hoseok, holding up two bubble teas. You smiled widely as you ran to him. “Hoseok you’re the best!”you said as you took one of the teas. “I know,”he said smiling,”So how was your exam?” 

Jin: “How can your brother be that cute?”one of your friends asked you. You rolled your eyes,”He’s so annoying,”you said as you scrolled through your Instagram feed. “Am I really annoying? You shouldn’t be talking to your big brother like that,”Jin said from behind you. “Hyung,”you said turning around as you felt your face heat up. “Let’s go home I made your favorite meal,”he said as he walked away. 

Jungkook: “It’s down the hall right?”Jungkook asked you through the phone. “For the hundredth time yes,”you said as you rolled your eyes. Jungkook was planning on surprising you but ended up getting lost. “I see you ok bye,”he said quickly hanging up. You and your friends laughed at Jungkook as he approached you. “It’s been a while since I came to school,”he said scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. 

The Trickster's Mate Ch 1 (GabrielxReader)

Summary: After grooming Gabriel’s wings, Castiel accidently lets a secret spill…

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I got the idea for this from an imagine (from the blog @supernaturalimagine) and​ it would not leave me alone until it was written. I do have more chapters and will try to update them on here fairly quickly. Any kind of feedback would be greatly appreciated! I love hearing from the readers!

Rubbing your eyes, you stumble your way towards the bunker kitchen, only a few dim lights guiding your way. A stubbed toe, and a newly frozen pair of feet later, you had finally made it to the kitchen to get a bottle of water that your parched throat demanded. Easily twisting the cap off and chugging half the bottle, you instantly felt better and, unfortunately, more awake. Exhaling slowly, you make your way towards the main area. Maybe you’d watch some Hulu or something until you felt sleepy enough to go back to bed.

As you walk out of the kitchen, you immediately almost collide with a body. “Gabriel?!” you gasp, eyes widening slightly. You didn’t even know that he was in the bunker. The last time he hung around was about a month ago, and he had been gone since then. It wasn’t unusual to see him around, but it was odd that he was just wandering through the bunker at night. Even Cas watched TV if he happened to stay.

“Hey,” he grumbled, looking strangely irritable. Absently, he reached behind him to scratch at his back. He was in a nice pair of jeans and a dark shirt, and his hair was slightly disheveled.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, trying to inspect him in the dim light.

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ok, so I didn’t want to say anything until I had something to show for it… but I’m trying to get into designing patterns (eventually to sell, but not confident enough for that yet). I have a lot of ideas (for a couple different crafts in fact, this one just happens to be cross stitch), and some of them are for completely original stuff, but to start w/ (especially to get the hang of it) most of them are going to probably be anime related for a while.

So here’s the completed cross stitch of my first totally made from scratch pattern (that snake and clover one had elements scavenged from existing free patterns and rearranged, so yeah..). I wanted to start w/ something relatively simple and w/ only two colors, so this seemed appropriate. It’s the character Koro-sensei from the anime Assassination Classroom. ..or at least it’s the stamp he uses as a type of signature on his poem about tentacles in episode 1.

I am eventually going to iron and frame it (since it’s a round design I made it so it will fit in a 7″ embroidery hoop), but I couldn’t help but want to take a photo of it after I finished it last night. If I ever made it again I’d probably want to tweak a few things, but for my first one it’s not bad, and it was a good learning experience.

Infinity Part 1 (M)

Originally posted by mark-yientuan


Personal fic.

Part 2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9   10  11  12

Characters:  Mark Tuan (GOT7), You (Reader/OC)

Genre:  Smut, AU, Angst, Fluff (a bit of everything)

Warning/s:  Signs of depression / anxiety, Stranger Sex… etc.

Length:   4,033 words

Plot:  You have always believed the line from your favorite book that some infinities are larger or smaller than other infinities.  You always wonder if you even have an infinity that you get to spend with someone or will you be forever alone?

Thinking that you will be able to remove all the worries and forget all of your problems by going to a rowdy bar, you decided to pay that place a visit and see what will happen.

A/N This is trash, don’t read. LOL

You coughed when the thick smoke from the constrained space hit your nose - the sinful smoke entering your lungs, causing you to let out a breath.  You are never used to this kind of environment and never you will be used to it, however, with all the things that are going on in your life, you decided to go to the bar and have some sort of relief to the pain that you are feeling right now.

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ok so in addition to delivering and a++++ performance and having an amazing runway look, trinity “the tuck” taylor also made her nun outfit from scratch in super little time this bitch eats and breathes talent I LOVE HER

anonymous asked:

if a fire-breathing snake was the best gift magnus ever gave how will he top it when he gives alec something. "here's a flying unicorn i got for you to ride into battle, and by got, i mean created from scratch. i hope you like it!"

ok i know i’m prob supposed to give a cute answer here but tbh the fact that magnus gave camille so many of those extravagant gifts says a lot about their relationship – the way he just kept trying to please her because he loved her so much and she just couldn’t give two fucks about him, and also because of what happened he feels like he owes her his life, something she’s clearly used against him. and i get the sense that when he made these beautiful wild gifts for her, he did it because she would look at him and smile, and he would think for a moment, maybe she does love me, too.

i don’t think magnus will be doing the same thing with alec. i think magnus knows alec is different – he’s clearly not a man with extravagant taste – and if magnus gives alec any gifts, it’ll be something really personal and meaningful. like i bet alec has all these old childhood scribble drawings from izzy and max and jace, and i can see magnus gathering them and charming them so they’ll never fade or be ruined and just putting them in a little box for alec to keep.

but the important part is that it wouldn’t matter what he gave. it’s not about the gift; for alec, it’s about the fact that a man he likes – the man he’s falling in love with – took some time out to get something for him. that magnus remembered him and thought about him. i get the feeling if magnus just swung by with a bagel on his way to meet a client – or even if magnus came by empty handed to say just to say hi – alec would light up like a christmas tree.


Okay, if y'all motherfuckers don’t know what Panty and Stocking With Garterbelt is, then I am ashamed of you and you are officially banned from life.

Before you can get unbanned, you have to watch this amazing fucking show.

Seriously, it’s so good that even the ENGLISH DUBS are amazing. 

Anyway, I relate a lot to both Panty AND Stocking, but one thing that I love about Stocking is that she’s just all about them motherfucking sweets. One thing she’s super obsessed with is this thing called ‘Heaven Pudding’. 

It’s like, hella good. So I decided to make my own version of it because I’m just wonderful like that. So get your pots and pans out and start picking up some eggs and vanilla cause we gon’ make some motherFUCKING HEAVEN PUDDING.

(progress pics will be added tomorrow)


Heaven Pudding
(servings: approximately 8 teacups/lil jars)

Ingredients for caramel bottom-

  • 1 cup sugar
  • 3 Tbsp water

Ingredients for custard pudding-

  • 2 cups and 1 Tbsp milk
  • 3 eggs
  • ½ cup sugar
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • ½ vanilla bean (optional)


Procedure for caramel topping-

  • Place the water and sugar in a small sauce pan and DO NOT STIR.
  • Turn the stove on to medium heat and let it cook until it’s browned and caramelized.**
  • Pour a little of the mixture into each teacup

**I prefer browning my sugar till it’s almost burnt, as it has a nice, less sweet, almost coffee like taste. The lighter you caramelize it, the sweeter it will be!!

Procedure for custard-

  • Whisk eggs and sugar in a bowl, let it rest while you boil the milk.
  • Put the milk on the stove over medium heat until it’s just about to boil, then little by little whisk it into the eggs. THIS SHIT IS FRAGILE OK, so don’t poor all of it in or you’ll literally end up with some shit tasting scrambled eggs. Unless you’re into that stuff then by all fucking means go wild.
  • Once all of the egg mixture and milk is combined, strain it with a sieve if you think there are some curdled egg bits in there. Once it’s strained, add the vanilla and the vanilla bean and mix to combine.
  • Pour as much as you can into each tea cup, not up to the brim dimshits, but close to that.
  • Preheat the oven to 350 F 
  • Get a baking pan, one that can fit all the teacups in, and pour hot water into the pan surrounding the teacups (and not the actual teacups, obviously), until it covers about ¾’s of the teacups outer part. 
  • Bake it for 40-45 minutes and rock out to the Panty and Stocking OST.
  • Remove from the oven and refrigerate for 5 hours or, preferably, overnight you impatient ho-nuggets.
  • Serve with whatever you want, but I usually serve it with some home made whipped cream and a strawberry



Now when your friends come over, they can be totally amazed at your impeccable pudding skills. 

Ok scratch that you probably don’t have any friends but that’s okay because you can at least show off your cool culinary techniques to your various semi-nude anime figures!


[SF9] Thanks for Lunch
  • Member: Chani / Kang Chan Hee
  • Genre: Fluff
  • Words: 1.7k
  • Author: Jessie
  • Notes x2: This was actually a request that I had gotten on my other blog.. // Hello! I’m a little shy when it comes to requesting something, but I would love to have one. I was wondering if you could do a Chani from SF9 where he has been busy with live shows and practicing so you surprise him at one of his lives (M-Countdown, The Show, Inkigayo, etc.)? I hope you are having a fantastic day and please stay healthy and happy in the years to come! //

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hi hey im gunna casually re-write myself a head-cannon for how the new Samurai Jack would still be hype as fuck without turning Ashi into a predictable sex pixie alright thanks:

ok so jumping off the moment after she wanders around looking for Jack and learns about his past good deeds, she wanders into a cavern to escape a rainstorm. Having a moment to herself, Ashi contemplates the endless tirade of hatred against this mysterious Samurai from her mother compared to the endless praises of the many different people she has run into. These conflicting view points trouble her and she finds herself scratching at the thick coat of magma covering her skin. It was a permanent mark of her past, a past filled with choices made for her. What she should think, how she should act, who she should hate. 

Frustrated at her lack of independent thought she scratches at the coating harder and harder. It begins falling off in thick clumps.The clumps remind her of the piles of coal littering the molten, burning smelter she called home. She remembers endlessly crafting and forging weapons all for a single purpose: to kill the samurai. A once treasured craft was turned into mindless toil and she endlessly created and destroyed these weapons over and over all for the will of a “mighty father” she never even met. 

That’s when she decides.

Instead of acting for the will of another, she will act by her own. She wanders deeper into the cavern and discovers pockets of iron and chunks of gold. Overcome by this dark place’s hidden beauty, she decides to create a new casing for her battered body. One that she creates for herself alone. She spends days in the cave carefully creating for the very sake of creation, not destruction, for the first time. She slowly chips away at her old coat of scaly skin, dropping it into the molten metal, turning the iron the color of dark obsidian. She knows she can never escape her past, but perhaps it does not have to define her future?

She looks at her new skin, nearly complete, the armor held strongly together by reeds found outside the cave. The pockets of gold embedded in the cave wall glimmered at her. Melting a small sliver of it, she carefully coats her new armor with the gold. It was patchy, messily made and dirty but it was hers. No one could tell her how much of a “”insult to the father” it’s imperfection was out here. It was perfect to her, and to her alone.

Donning her new skin, she emerges from the cave a new warrior. She vows to meet this samurai and decide for herself whether he is a man of honor or just another demon to slay. Whatever the decision, it will be hers and hers alone.

((and then Jack becomes her new father figure and they stab the shit out of Aku and its great and then Ashi makes out with the scottsman’s daughters fuck you))