too bad the quality is terrible

anonymous asked:

"You're a terrible cook" Chat, to Marinette?

“Here, this should hopefully help you feel better,” Marinette said thrusting the bowl of steaming soup towards the pathetic figure huddled in a pile of blankets on her chaise. 

“Thank you. You’re kindness is only rivaled by you…ACHOOOO!” 

“Serves you right, you hopeless flirt,” Marinette laughed. Chat glowered at her, but reached his hands out from his nest for the bowl. 

“Jeez, what is this lava?” 

“It’s soup! It’s supposed to be served hot.” 

“Hot, not fiery inferno.” 

“Just shut up and eat your soup,” Marinette said fixing her grinning intruder with her best impression of her mother’s serious face. 

“As you wish princess,” Chat grinned not looking the least bit penitent. 

Marinette watched as he took a loud slurping sip of his soup. He said nothing his brow furrowing slightly. 

“What?” Marinette asked, her shoulders hunching self consciously as Chat stared at her. He said nothing, his eyes narrowing further as he took another spoonful of the soup. 

Marinette held her breath as he looked at her again, his head tilted to one side thoughtfully. 

“You’re a terrible cook,” he said in an awed voice. 

“I am not,” Marinette argued her face flushing. 

“Did you try this soup?” 

“Well no…” He held it out to her. “I’m not going to try it now,” Marinette sulked, you’re sick.” 

“Probably for the best, I think you put the whole dead sea in this.”


“It’s really salty,” Chat said with a soft smile, taking another spoonful of the soup anyways. 

“Well if you don’t want it you can give it back,” Marinette glowered, “I don’t see why you decided to come hang out at my place anyways.” 

“No one is home,” Chat replied quietly.

“Oh,” Marinette replied not sure how to deal with the sudden change of tone, “well I guess bad soup is better than no soup.” 

“Oh I could get soup,” Chat replied blithely his teasing smile coming back with a vengence, “top quality stuff too. That’s not the issue.” 

“What is it then?” Marinette asked glaring at the smiling, if sniffling cat in annoyance, as he continued to down her sub par offering. “Since clearly you could be back home enjoying 5 star cuisine instead of suffering through my terrible attempt at cooking.” 

“Well there are 3 reasons why I am here. One- I don’t like being alone when I am sick, I get moody. Two- While you are apparently a terrible cook, I know for a fact that you’re baking is excellent and I am hoping if I look pathetic enough that you will shower me with pastries,” he smirked. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Marinette said rolling her eyes but unable to help the small grin that came to her lips. “So what’s the third reason?” 

“Five star cuisine doesn’t compare to getting homemade soup from the prettiest girl in paris, I don’t care how salty it is,” Chat said, taking another deliberate spoonful. 

Marinette flushed and turned away before he could see the brilliant smile that she couldn’t have held back if she tried. 

Four Sentence Prompts: Warning- I will NOT be taking repeat prompts! Only one drabble per prompt! (See the list here: )

The Snicket Siblings.

It was the day after a tedious and dangerous mission. Like the troublesome lad he is, Lemony did something that blurs the line between bravery and stupidity, prompting Jacques to save him; leaving Kit to finish the job (but thanks to Lemony, the mission was a success). She was nimble enough to only receive a bruise.

A/N: This is pre-ATWQ, Lemony is 9 and the duo’s either 11 or 12. I hoard papers filled with my sketches and art, and I like to project that hoarding through the Siblings but to them it’s of information. I apologize for the terrible color and quality though, I only have two shades of grey and either one is too dark or too light to be seen.

There’s a lot allusions here, if you can find them. I try to fit in as much as I can (many are from ATWQ).

(Bad news volunteers, majority of the allusions didn’t cut it because my mobile camera’s pixels aren’t enough to show it clearly. Will post maybe another one that has better quality.)


I’m not really sure I like this set here. This dress is cute, but maybe a little too homecoming dance-ish? Idk, maybe being taken to a dance wouldn’t be such a bad thing!

 The cardigan look definitely doesn’t work with it! I love the shoes though :p 

Maybe its the fact that the pics just turned out soooo terribly. I need to be able to take higher quality pics! These phone pics are just driving me insane because I know I can do better lol

How to Say I Love You

Originally posted by claracivry

A/N: AHEM. SO, I’ve been working on this idea for a bit of time now, and its a series of one-shots for every character revolving around a central theme: 100 different ways to say I love you.

now, some of you might recognize the title, or variation of, because it’s very closely related to the ‘Don’t Say I Love You’ series I published months ago, but eventually stopped working on from lack of inspiration. THIS SERIES HAS NO RELATION TO THAT SERIES. they are two completely separate things, and I hope there’s no confusion. if there is, just shoot me an ask!

Now, without further ado, here is the first one, a Credence Barebone time span one-shot!

title: How To Say I Love You [Part One]

warnings: nothing too severe or detailed

How to say I love you.

     “Excuse me,” Credence mumbles. It’s quiet, so very hushed, but he says it anyways, because maybe, just maybe, they’ll hear him this time. When no one does, he tries again. “Excuse me?”

     There’s an elbow in his ribs, and he grimaces, stepping out of the crowd and into an alleyway that provides a temporary relief. The rush of New York continues, bustling on unceasingly, ever flowing, ever moving. Never stopping.

     A moment later, while he’s still catching his breath, something in the crowd breaks off and stumbles into his alley. You’re an out of breath mess, gasping for air. You wince with displeasure when the only thing that meets your tongue is the polluted, dirty wind.

     “Sorry,” Credence hears you mumble, waving a vague hand to him, “I hope this alley isn’t taken?”

     He stares. Thankfully, you don’t take offense to that, or maybe you’re just too preoccupied with controlling your breathing that you simply don’t hear his answer, or lack of. Even after you straighten properly, you fall short of his height and blink up, disoriented.

     “(Y/N),” you introduce, smiling widely. “I saw you stumble in here and thought I’d follow to make sure you were fine. You’re not hurt?”

     He stares again, but this time, his eyes dart around frantically, unsure of where to look at exactly. He could look at your disheveled hair, your flushed cheeks, or your outstretched hand. But he doesn’t do that. Instead, he steps forward, clearing his throat, and says,

     “Are you alright?”

     (I love you.)

How to say I love you.

     You throw the rock.

     It bounces off the brick, thankfully, and makes a dull thunk! against the material before falling to the ground anticlimactically. No matter, though. You’ve got his attention either way.

     Three seconds later, his window slips open, and you wait eagerly for his head to follow. It does, but he looks tired, exhausted, even. You bite back the worry and focus on the relief of seeing him instead. “Credence,” you whisper, gesturing hurriedly.

     He looks torn. “I can’t,” he says, and looks away, almost ashamed. “Ma might hear.”

     “She won’t,” you say grimly, firmly shoving away all thoughts of the International Statute of Secrecy out of mind. “Come on, I’ve got something for you.”

     Credence hesitates for a brief, tenuous moment. He disappears from view, and you sigh, leaning against the wall to wait. It’s only a minute or two before you hear the familiar creak of the church door open, and he slips out, quiet and graceful.

    “Hey,” you say, and your voice is a whisper, even though there is no need for secrets anymore. “I missed you.”

     He shifts from one foot to the other. You’ve grown to not expect much back, but he offers a quick, fleeting smile instead, and you grin, overrun with joy.

     “Here, let me see your hands,” you murmur, running a palm along his shoulder. “Let me help you, Credence.”

     (I love you.)

How to say I love you.

     There’s no longer any time for rushed goodbyes, for soft farewells, or whispered confessions. There’s only a blur, a cacophony of panic and screaming and dust. There’s Credence, and suddenly, he’s not, just like he’s been tugged apart and ripped from limb to limb. A pained howl emerges from the swirling mass of vicious blackness, and somewhere within, you can glimpse a shadow of Credence’s face, strained and tortured.

     “Credence!” you shout, voice lost in the whirling wind. “Credence, it’s me, (Y/N)!”

     For one, so very brief second, he falters, and you almost think he’s done it; he’s managed to regain control of the dangerous magic he possesses. Dark, panicked magic spirals into the faint figure of a boy, a boy who reaches towards you. “Credence!”

      It’s as if everything has been frozen. For one terrifyingly lucid moment, you can see him. He’s scared, absolutely terrified, and every inch of his face is clear, more solid than anything. He turns to you, eyes burning with the weight of a lifetime of suppressed magic, and says something. Whispers something. You can’t tell.

     And it’s over. You can hear the force of so many lethal spells rip into his form, aimed directly at the body of a boy inside, and it’s barely enough time for your mouth to form a horrified ‘no’ before it all explodes.

     There’s sunlight. Bright, clean sunlight that finds its way onto whatever remains of Credence’s form. You taste something, a mixture of crushed dust and whatever is left of a broken boy. There’s a hollowness, too. Something that the sun can’t fill up.

     “Credence,” you whisper, but there isn’t anything to hold, to kiss, to love. Not anymore. “Credence, stay with me, please.”

     (I love you.)

I’m also too tired to bother tagging anyone properly so if i accidentally missed anyone, i’m so sorry. please let me know if there’s anything you want me to write, or if there’s anything you want to tell me in general.

and yes, there will be another part, concerning Percival Graves, and it’ll hopefully be out in a couple days. If this is terrible, i know, but what can i say? i’m really sorry for bad quality and content. :(

tagging: @vildethekid , @dontbeamenacetotheforce , @mysticalreadingnerd , @dcgoddess , @mcrmarvelloki , @allineedisconnor , @aislinsekhem

DEH thoughts

Act one:

Best decision I’ve ever made
Chills on the last note of WTAW
The monologues are killing me
Evan in the scene with the Murphy parents AHHH
I feel real bad for Cynthia
He fiddles w his shirt it so precious
Fiddling w his shoelace too omfff
Also Jared is quality ™
Laura Dreyfus yesss
awwww noooo heidi
She was Buddhist last year
Evans blurting out in the scene w Zoe I love it
I’m noticing all his tics and stuff be prepared for fic accuracy improvement
Jared is hilarious
Alana is… kinda a terrible person… but like… I know why she is and it makes me feel bad for her…
The way Connor’s ghost (?) and Evan interact gives me a fic idea
I’m so ready for you will be found I don’t think that what anyone has said will even compare
is he… crying?
Cynthia and Evans hug ajhhhh
this staging is beautiful
did they…. bang after act one… that was some considerable make out
expect a lot of fic this week
and chapter five of accidental

Act two:

what is this it’s crack omgg
awwww Jared just wants to be his friend
This is sad! Heidi! Don’t yell at the boy! farEvan! Tell the truth! Just! Be happy!
he went off his meds that’s not good oh no evannn nooooo
thisglove IS reallycool wOW
Aw evan
We should throw a kegger! In three hours!
Zoe doesn’t have a lot of stage time wow
Zoe’s “well…”
Evan’s blinking and again, general anxious tics are so great
Evan flinched away from Larry touching him aw
evan bby just tell the truth
damn this is my fave song and fave staging so far
did you fall… or did you let go?
Alana is so mean to evan it makes me sad
the ywbf reprise is so upsetting
I wrote it
evan in so big/ so small is killing me
they’re crying so much I’m so sad

There are a lot of different types of freedom. We talk about freedom the same way we talk about art, like it is a statement of quality rather than a description. ‘Art’ doesn’t mean good, or bad. 'Art’ just means art. It can be terrible and still be art. Freedom can be good, or bad, too. There can be terrible freedom. You freed me and I didn’t ask you to; I didn’t want you to. I am more free now than I have ever been and I am spiraling.
—  Alice Isn’t Dead Ep. 2, Joseph Fink

anonymous asked:

A thing that I have noticed is that a lot of webcomic dont use the art as tool for storytelling, there's so much one can do playing with panel size, form, coloring and perspective to stablish a character or narrator mental state, the mood of the scene and the foreshadowing! I dont usually read manga, but recently I read one that hides tarot card numbers in panels and uses a lot of visual cues to enrich the story, like a particular gesture to indicate that a character is lying or nervous, (1/2)

(2/2) a checkered pattern floor to show that the protagonist is being manipulated or just a well-placed flower (flower language), I never though of this things but now it has made more conscious on how I draw comics and at the hour to read a webcomic it has made me pay attention to panels details and not just the dialogue, to really treat comics as a visual medium. Sorry for the long text and mistakes (learning english!), I just wanted to share thoughts and thank you for all your advices!

Back in ye olde days of late 90s early 2000s, basically no one in webcomics could draw. 

Questionable Content, 2003

Narbonic, 2000. Narbonic got very good very fast, though. 

And any comic with even a competent artist would get a lot of attention just for that. 

Nowadays, actual artists realized that doing a webcomic could build a portfolio and even a brand, and the market with flooded with quality art

Ava’s Demon


And it became the Conventional Wisdom among us Webcomic Reviewers that art “didn’t really matter”. There were tons of beautiful comics with terrible storytelling, after all, and they were a chore

Dresden Codak. Note that the thing we’re supposed to be looking at in panel 2 is the metal ring showing that Kimiko’s arm is a prosthetic, but the camera is pointed at her boobs. 

Whereas webcomics with bad art but good writing were good comics.

Dinosaur Comics sets the floor for artistic quality, but is still really liked

Some of this was a bit of jealousy, too. Most people who write reviews of comics are bad at art, and prefer to think of writing, which is the thing they do, as the Primary Driver Of Quality. Then other reason is 

Understanding Comics

But the actual fact of a comic is that art is writing, and writing is art. They’re too intermixed to think of as separate skills

Dresden Codak has bad art. 

Technically, it’s fine. Hell, technically it’s amazing. If I quit my job and spent 40 hours a week practicing drawing, It would take me years to get to this level. But it’s not functioning. The panels are in a confusing order, and the shot of Kimiko with her back arched way back as if she wanted to make her boobs more prominent in the shot both makes no sense for the scene (compare to the last panel, where she’s leaning forward in a way that makes more sense), and is the wrong type of shot.

The point of that panel is to draw our attention to the symbol on the back of Kimiko’s black crop top thing, but because it’s a medium shot for some reason (so Diaz can draw boobs), there are TWO symbols on her back. The one of the back of her top is center-panel, but there’s a gear symbol peaking out from beneath the top that more literally fits the description of “the one on your back”, especially since we have no reason to think that the silver symbol isn’t part of her shirt. It should’ve been a close up of the symbol! So that we knew which one it was! 

Compare this page in Gunnerkrigg Court. This is technically bad art. I could possibly draw something like this in a day with my current skills. But the deterioration of the drawing quality is good art, because it gives the sense that Annie’s falling apart, which is appropriate to the scene. 

Tom Siddel can draw like a motherfucker when he wants to (also this layout is excellent), but for this scene of Annie taking her makeup off, he doesn’t want to, and that’s an artistic choice. A pretty good one, actually. 

Order of the Stick is one of the simplest comics out there in terms of visual style. This panel isn’t that hard to draw (compared to Unsounded, for instance). But it works.Even if you don’t know anything about OotS, this shot tells you a ton. You understand that these characters have been going through doors at random, and you know that there’s a shitload of doors. Despite it’s simple art style, this panel effectively conveys the scale of the challenge. 

None of this requires gimmickry (and sometimes gimmickry is good). You don’t need to be great at drawing to make a panel like that OotS one. 

And that’s just basic shot composition! There’s also stuff like the tarot card gimmick you mentioned, color palettes, and visual metaphor. 


While it’s important to remember films != comics, they can be a good resource for this kind of visual thinking. If I’m filming a scene two people talking, I can “draw” nearly as well as any director, since I have a camera on my phone. The difference between me and a great director (besides budget) is where I point the camera, and what decisions I make.

Anyway, here’s a nice set of panels from Octopus Pie, which are great at getting us into Marigold’s frame of mind in a way a good drawing wouldn’t.

The Anti-Hero + Love Interest

Anonymous asked: Any ideas/tips on how to write an anti-hero assassin and her main love interest?

To answer your question: I probably have some tips cached somewhere on my blog, but nothing quite so specific comes to mind, so here we go: 

I’ve been thinking a lot about anti-heroes lately. Generally, I don’t know that I like them, or at least I don’t like what many new writers tend to think anti-heroes are. First off, anti-heroes are not just villains who tell the story. There’s more to it. 

I recently read a great article on anti-heroes that’s escaping me now - it argued that Scott Pilgrim is an anti-hero and I believe it. He’s a pretty likable protagonist who does some pretty horrible things on his way to win over love interest, Ramona Flowers. While he may be a jerk, he’s relatable! What do you know? That is what most of my favorite anti-heroes tend to have in common. You can understand their view point, and when they do the wrong thing, they know it’s the wrong thing. Some examples include: Jay Gatsby (The Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald), Holden Caulfield (The Catcher in the Rye by Salinger), Quentin Compson (The Sound and the Fury by Faulkner), Hamlet (Hamlet by Shakespeare), Stephen Daedalus (Ulysses by Joyce), and Satan (Paradise Lost by Milton). 

A good one will get the reader on their side - an not by being “evil” but by being relatable and having that indefinable likable quality despite the fact that they do some pretty horrible things to get what they want. Some characters we will just like. Part of this likability often comes from wanting to “do right” or having an overall positive greater goal. I mean even Satan in Paradise Lost doesn’t frame his mission as the diabolic thing it is - at times, in his mind at times, he’s battling a tyrant. He twists the situation to fit his needs, and seems like a noble hero. 

Hamlet might not have a good goal in mind, but he can’t stand by while his uncle takes the throne after murdering his father. He is trying to take out a greater evil, even if he does horrible things along the way. 

Another one is Tom Ripley in The Talented Mr. Ripley. Tom lies. It’s part of who  his character is. He doesn’t tell the truth, but he gets away with it and for the most part it doesn’t seem to hurt anyone and it helps him get ahead. He’s an anti-hero because while he might be a good guy, he lies a lot.  He doesn’t seem to want to hurt anyone despite his lying. Then, he kills Dickie. What makes Tom an anti-hero I think, is not so much killing his friend, but what happens after. Instead of turning himself over to the authorities, Tom does the understandable thing, returning to his vices - in his case, fudging the truth - and steals Dickie’s identity so he can continue to live lavishly. The rest of his major decisions go in favor of maintaining the lies he’s told. 

Often anti-heroes aren’t terrible, terrible people. They’re just people. They are imperfect. They have good qualities along with the bad. However when it comes to making the “right” choice and taking the moral high ground, they don’t - or at least don’t always.  When writing an anti-hero - that is, when you’re actively trying to write an anti-hero, remember to include both the good with the bad. Share how they came to view the world the way they do and why they are the way that they are - (don’t think too hard on this, you can use Tom Ripley as an example: He is the way that he is (oversimplifying it) because his spin on the truth for awhile helped him a lot and didn’t seem to hurt anyone in the process.) 

It also helps to clarify what their vice is. No one likes to think of themselves as completely evil. Characters are the same way. They might do one really bad thing a lot, like steal or lie, but would never consider committing murder. Or they might murder for a cause but feel that they’re above lying and stealing. Everyone’s got a limit. And if they don’t that’s probably worth some exploring. 

As for writing a love interest - there’s just a few things that I really recommend. As a reader, I’m not picky about stuff regarding the love interest. I know a lot of other writers could say a lot on this and might list out a ton of things not to do  but I won’t do that. When it comes to worrying about getting published or things like that, the only thing I say is tell the best story that you can. 

With that said, I do recommend giving the protagonist’s love interest a role that is central to the plot or at least heavily intertwined with the plot. The next piece of advice - make them a “real character”. Give them depth and dimension, wants and dreams, etc. Every character thinks he’s the protagonist, so don’t let the love interest think any different. 

The love interest also should in some part acknowledge the protagonist anti-hero’s faults. The anti-hero might try to hide their vices to seem more likable in the eyes of the love interest. Their dynamic will entirely depend on their relationship and also who they are to begin with. 

I don’t know how helpful any of this is. Anti-heroes and love interests are very big topics. I get a little vague. Reach out and ask me specifics if there’s anything I didn’t address that you wanted to know. 


Shading!!! and youtubers!

1st & 2nd: It’s cry/cryaotic being a little cutie!  I know I said that the lines were confident but these lines look a bit too confident, as if this was rushed. When drawing you need to be patient. If you try to draw something very fast, it won’t look good. As the popular saying goes, “Quality over quantity”. The shading is ok but the background is again terrible. My advice is the same as last time, pay more attention the the character’s environment.

3rd: I remember this. I did it after watching that video where markiplier says every word of the song “Bad Blood” It was hilarious. There are a lot of mistakes with the proportions of the characters. For example the guy in yellow’s arm is longer than the other. Both bodies seem flat and smooth, which is not how a body should look like. If you take a closer look you can see that your body, no matter what shape,you can see that it has many bumps and dents, whether it be muscles poking out or fat creating folds. My advice - research anatomy in real life and try colouring in one direction.

4th: This was an idea young me had, where markiplier snaps and goes on a rampage. And surprise, surprise, I still didn’t know how to draw hands holding knives. The guy at the door, Mark, has way too short legs and way too long arms. The perspective is a bit wonky as well. The couch should be at a more diagonal direction. Also the guy behind the couch, jacksepticeye , should be a bit bigger due to the dramatic perspective. I suggest using darker shading by pressing harder on the pencil, for a more dramatic effect. There is also a technique, were you draw lines from a certain point of view. This will help you map out each object more accurately.

I’m not really into “awesome bad movies.”  Like, the b-graders you watch in order to laugh at them.  The Room is a special case because it’s The Room, same as any Neil Breen film.  They’re more explorations of deranged, delusional artists than they are “good bad movies.”

What I’m into is movies you had a shit ton of fun watching, for whatever reason.  Actually writing this because someone on my feed is talking about the Warcraft movie.  I had so much fun with that terrible, awful piece of cinema for a lot of different reasons - mostly the circumstances of getting to see it early.

In your experience, what’s the most fun you’ve had with a movie, good or bad?  What’s the most positive experience you’ve had from a piece of media?  Bonus points if the quality of it is extremely questionable.

This question totally spans through videogames and the like too.

As a college student, I know how difficult it can be to eat healthy, and it’s very easy for me to get tempted into buying soda and other junk food. I do it way more often than I should. However, temptation isn’t the only issue college students face when they try to eat healthy food. Many students feel like they can’t afford to eat healthy foods. The point of this post isn’t to be preachy and claim if you can’t find the money to eat healthy you’re just not trying enough because that’s not true. Eating healthy on a budget can be difficult especially when you’re bombarded by fad diets with expensive food. I hope you can all use this post to afford to eat healthier.


1. Don’t buy into fad diets. I can’t stand the idea of “trendy food.” The first time I heard someone talk about food as a trend I wanted to punch them in the face. Food is not trendy; it shouldn’t be a fad. It is sustenance! Moreover, these fad diets like paleo or primal or gluten-free when you don’t actually need gluten-free food make the price of these foods skyrocket.

2. Don’t buy organic. Organic food is usually 3 times the cost of non-organic and has very few documented health benefits. If we only ate organic food, even more children would go starving than already do. You don’t need it, especially if you can’t afford it.

3. Don’t eat out very often. Eating out can be terrible for your budget because even if you eat out at the most inexpensive places, McDonald’s for example, those costs really add up. Personally, I’m terrible about how often I eat out because I have a really busy schedule. Typically I eat out at these places because I feel like I don’t have time to prepare my food. Lately, I try to eat out only once a week at an inexpensive place that I really enjoy, as opposed to McDonald’s which is very inexpensive but I don’t really enjoy.

4. Don’t eat on campus very often. Eating on campus is almost as expensive, if not more, than eating out. If you have special discounts or your campus has inexpensive food then don’t worry about it. But I know that my campus has really expensive food with really low quality yet some people eat there every single day.

5. Don’t buy too much. I also have a really big problem with this one. Sometimes I buy more food than I can reasonably eat. I end up throwing food away when it goes bad which makes me feel terrible about all the money and food I wasted.

6. Don’t buy very many drinks. I’m not just talking about alcohol either. People may argue that soda is way cheaper than organic, all-natural smoothies, but you know what’s better for you and free in most places? Tap water. Alcohol is really expensive and really bad for you. You should really restrict your alcohol intake and really try to restrict how many other drinks you buy. Even most juices and smoothies aren’t actually good for you. Odwalla drinks and an average glass of orange juice have about as much sugar as a can of Coke.


1. Buy as many fruits and vegetables as you can eat. Fruits and vegetables are relatively cheap, as long as you’re buying the cheaper, non-organic fruits and vegetables. Buy whatever is cheapest that week. If you love asparagus but it costs 5 dollars that day maybe you should skip it, but if the price goes down to 2 dollars get as much as you can eat.

2. Try to prep your meals in advance. I have saved so much time and money by prepping my meals a week in advance. I’ve learned that if you have some decent tupperware and a running fridge meals will last an entire week or more. By setting aside one day a week to make all of my meals, I have avoided eating out a lot, and my meals are always delicious because I give myself enough time to properly prepare them.

3. Figure out the right portion sizes for you. I don’t mean that you should try to restrict calories. I am a huge believer in the idea that you should eat what feels good for your body, in other words, portion size is not a one size fits all kind of thing. However, once you know just how much you can eat you won’t have to throw any food away.

4. Listen to whatever it is your body is telling you. I know it sounds silly, but I spent so long ignoring the signals my body was giving me. If every time you eat red meat your stomach gets a little upset maybe you should try not eating it. If you’re getting dizzy after not eating for a few hours, you probably need to eat. If you’re feeling dehydrated goddamnit drink some water (I’m still terrible about staying properly hydrated).

5. Carry a bottle of water with you everywhere. Again, I know this sounds silly, but if I don’t have a bottle of water with me I will just straight up forget to drink water. Carrying a water bottle makes it so hydration is literally always at your fingertips.

6. Try to buy food at the dollar store or the cheapest possible stores in your area. I know so many people, usually affluent people but I digress, that turn their nose up at the dollar store or other inexpensive stores. I think it’s just plain stupid to buy literally the exact same product at a higher price because you don’t like a particular store. It just seems silly to me.

7. Try some generic brands. I’m not going to lie there are certain things where the name brand just tastes better, but I aways try the generic brand. Most of the time you won’t be able to taste the difference. If you can taste the difference and don’t care for it, you can always switch back to the name brand product.


Acknowledge that health is not one size fits all. These tips have helped me eat healthier. They may not work for you because you have a different lifestyle or health needs than I do. Listen to your body to figure out what it is that YOU need, not me or anyone else. Look at your schedule or fridge space and figure out if it’s even possible for you to prep your meals in advance. Figure out if your campus’ food is cheap enough that you can eat there almost every day. Figure out how many fruits and vegetables and meat you need in your diet. Most importantly, figure out what works for you.

I hope this helps!

There are a lot of different types of freedom. We talk about freedom the same way we talk about art, like it was a statement of quality rather than a description. Art doesn’t mean good or bad. Art just means art. It can be terrible and still be art. Freedom can be good or bad, too. There can be terrible freedom. You freed me, and I didn’t ask you to. I didn’t want you to. I am more free now than I have ever been, and I am spiraling. I am spiraling across the country. Maybe you are, too. I want our lines to cross, even one more time.
—  Alice Isn’t Dead Episode 2: Alice
Part 1, Chapter 2: Alice

[Singing along to Weezer’s “Say It Ain’t So”]

♫ This bottle of Steven’s ♫
♪ awakens ancient feelings ♪

I thought you were dead, Alice. I really did. I know that there is no evidence for it, but…I couldn’t think – I really couldn’t – I couldn’t think of another reason you would vanish like that. Just gone. Just not you next to me in the mornings or coughing before bed. The halo of warmth you made in the air around you, just air now.

I mourned you, Alice. I’ve never loved anyone so hard. From my goddamn gut. So screw you for that. I mean, really.

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