trying to go easy

hey friendly psa/reminder that with the seasons changing right now, a lot of people with mood disorders (and even people without them) can get all messed up and wonky from that so try to go a little easy on yourself if you find yourself spiraling or getting emotional a lot lately okay? youre doin your best. love u

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My D&D character, Rue, for that one OC outfit meme. The prompts I got, from top to bottom:

👑 dressed as royalty 
🎄 in an ugly Christmas sweater
❌ in something they would absolutely never wear (a wetsuit in this case)
💤 in their sleep attire (soft, loose enough for maximum fluff expansion)
🌁 OC in a hoodie (also acceptable sleep attire)

(I’m not accepting any more asks. Thanks to those of you who sent prompts!)

w4w guide to talking to girls at parties

wow. it sure seems like there are a lot of parties out there. a lot of girls also. “i am weak and unsure of what to do with this information or my life,” i’m sure you’re finding yourself mustering feebly. do not worry! it means you should be meeting girls at parties and that i am here to teach you how to do so!

parties

people throw parties for many reasons, such as turning 1, turning 2, etc. there are also parties thrown for other more important reasons, like hedonism or the devil. unless it’s the type of party that you don’t think a girl who likes girls will be at, then it’s a safe bet that there will be at least a few. if it’s not that type of party then just stay home, re-read Nevada, order some za, and commune with the ancient ones that periodically burst through the astral wound in your bathroom. assuming you do go out, however, you have to be ready for everything a party throws at you.

getting ready

always, always, always wear your second favorite outfit. your first favorite is a) trying too hard and b) best saved for a first date. so you need to be showing off, but just not too much. anyway, this is a party you’re going to go to, so try and have fun! wear easy, semi-comfortable clothing. if you plan on altering your consciousness this is very important. you don’t want to be wearing heels that you stumble on or a ceremonial headdress that curses everyone. consider avoiding make up that actively mutates the wearer into something foul (but rad as hell). also avoid any mobile devices that might dilate the time stream, as you don’t want people accidentally showing up to work two years late the next morning. just focus on looking good, looking confident, and looking gay. the idea is that this will keep boys away while drawing in girls. this idea does not work.

dealing with boys at parties

yikes. these suck! often these are strangers and many of them will try to touch you without consent. outside of wearing a plate mail or carving protective sigils into your yielding human(?) flesh, what is there to be done about these? well, if ignoring them doesn’t work, just remember your ABC’s: Always Be Condescending. does he try to talk about the music? you’re above it. literally planes of existence above it. yes, you’ve heard of that band, you’ve also heard of a thousand bands beyond his pathetic range of hearing. does he invite you to dance? turn him to stone. does he try to give you a drink? dump it on the floor and consume the red solo cup. you’re above them, you’re above all of this. what you’re not above is seeking advice about talking to girls at parties from an alleged witch on the internet. 

the talking to girls part

what do you talk to girls about? well, that’s easy! if you’re a girl you can talk to another girl about anything! long bathroom lines, filing income, the unhealing cut on your neck that seems to keep producing more and more spiders. anything! girls, it turns out, love talking to girls. why? because they’re not boys. but how do you know if she’s one of those kind of girls? no, not a werewolf (see: how to talk to wolfgirls and their kin), a gay. this is literally impossible to tell. is she in flannel? then she could be a hipster or a lumberjane. pierced septum? maybe she’s just into jewelry. a howliing cavity in her a chest that beckons you inward? again, maybe she’s just into jewelry. what were often, in the past, common signs girls gave to each other to telegraph gayness are now often just hip shit that all girls do because, let’s face it, gay girls are fashionable as fuck. anyway, assuming you are talking to a girl, assuming you are getting a little bit of a vibe from her, just shoot her the old “I AM GAYBONES FOR YOU AND WOULD THROW MYSELF INTO A VOLCANO IF IT MEANT YOU WOULD KISS MY NECK IN THE BEYOND” look that we all know how to do. if that doesn’t seal the deal just try gently touching her anywhere from the shoulder to the fingertips and telling her she’s cute while smiling. works on me every time.

hope this helped! don’t drink and drive! use erowid if you’re iffy about the weird pills you’ve been given and the necronomicon if the dead start eating guests! bless!

Candy Hearts || Bucky x Reader

Summary → A year of silently pinning over your best friend and neighbor Bucky Barnes ends happier than expected when you spend Valentine’s Day together.

Word Count → 2.9K (I’m a wordy bitch, okay?)

Warnings → Cursing, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!). Fluff? Definitely fluff.

A/N → Happy #FreakyFriday y’all! I apologize for the delay, but I had an unplanned twelve hour work shift today. With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I thought I’d try my hand at fluffy smut (it’s a first for me - so go easy on this fic). Other than that, enjoy!

A nervous giggle flew from your lips as you twirled on your toes to face the full-length mirror hung over the back of your bedroom door. Your usual untamed knot of hair had been brushed and curled into effortless beach waves that cascaded down your shoulders and back. You wore nothing but Bucky’s trademark, burgundy Henley, which you’d confiscated the last time you’d done laundry together. It hung loosely over your frame, hitting mid-thigh and creating an innocently sexy, ‘girl next door’ type of vibe. You undid the first few buttons of the V-neck, to show off just the right amount of cleavage. You opted for some mascara and pink chapstick, making your lips appear fuller. Thoroughly satisfied with your appearance, you exited your room and tiptoed excitedly down the hall.

Over the past eighteen months, as your friendship with Bucky had grown closer, the both of you had developed several traditions. Every Sunday you’d get together for pasta, you’d lift weights with each other three times a week, and Tuesday nights were spent on Bucky’s couch with abundant amounts of junk food while binge watching television shows. Unless there was a particularly lengthy mission for the team or some other out of the ordinary incident, neither of you ever bailed on your plans. And tonight, Valentine’s Day, was not about to be any different. You had been secretly ecstatic when Bucky double-checked you’d still be getting together for takeout and Netflix, despite the holiday.

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Time For Bed

Originally posted by jaerins

Time For Bed
Rated: Mature
[Talking Christian into going to bed was harder than you thought]

Got a request from silexia and I thought it was super cute so here you go~ My first Christian Yu scenario~

You hated to say it, but you were happy when Christian stopped being an idol. That lifestyle was so hard on you both. The hectic work schedule, the traveling, the late night practices. It was all awful.

But he’d found a new love and passion. Editing and directing seemed to be his calling and you supported every waking moment of it. But just like his previous job, you found him staying up all night working on it.

You came home from work mid-day to find your boyfriend hard at work editing Live’s new MV, and here it was well past midnight and Christian had barely even moved. He probably wouldn’t have even eaten if you hadn’t brought him food.

Getting him to stop was going to be no easy feat. You’d been trying to for the last couple hours, and he’d always just say “Just a few more minutes Babe. I’ll be right there”

“Christian?” you knocked on his office door, poking your head inside. “I made you some tea”

He turned around giving you a tired smile, the dark bags more and more noticeable under his eyes “Thanks, Babe” he removed his headphones accepting the tea. “I just got to finish up a few more scenes and then I’ll be off to bed. Ok?” he smiled into your touch, kissing your hand. You didn’t even have to ask to be rejected anymore.

“Alright…Not too late ok?”

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Candy Asks!!

❀ Lollipop: What is a hobby you enjoy, or want to try?

✿ Gummy bears: Do you consider yourself easy-going? Why or why not?

❀ Bite size: A small story that makes you happy

✿ Giant candy: What is one of your biggest accomplishments?

❀ Jelly beans: Are you more introverted or extroverted?

✿ Rock candy: Do you tend to stick firmly to your beliefs or are you open to others’ opinions?

❀ Chocolate bar: Name something that makes you feel warm and happy

✿ Truffle: Are you a day person or a night person?

❀ Bubblegum: Are you more organized or spontaneous?

✿ Hard candy: Favorite candy flavor?

❀ Jawbreaker: What is your biggest pet peeve?

✿ Taffy: Describe your dream vacation

❀ Sour candy: Do you tend to hold grudges?

✿ Peanut butter candy: What do you consider your best quality?

❀ Peppermints: What is your favorite time of the year?

1. Loving you is like sneaking out for the first time.
Terrifying.
Everything is happening so suddenly.
If I get caught, I pray my death is a quick one.
And yet, I want to scream it out loud.
Let everyone know.
Let everyone experience the freedom and exhilaration I am feeling.
2. Loving you is like listening to music.
Easy, laid-back, inspired even.
The melody is sweet and so divine.
I can’t wait to see what happens next in this new song of mine.
3. Loving you is like watching the clouds.
I’m trying to make something out of it.
Trying to find the bigger picture.
I’m appreciating the small things.
While taking notice of how it all goes so well together.
What I’m trying to say is:
We go so well together.
—  loving you in 3 easy steps;L.L.

ECHOS.

Wow! This is actually my first try on making something like this, so please, go easy on me :) Also… THE HIATUS IS KILLING GUYS! I might make some more of these because of that!

Check all the episode posters I might/have made here (x)

@aaronginsburg it’s you who inspired me to start this one. Thank you! Hope you like it if you see it?

Mental Health Month

Seeing as it’s mental health month, here’s a post for Week 1 - “Post it for you: How you practice self-care and personal well-being”.

Important things I’ve done for myself over the past year:

  • went to get diagnosed instead of brushing my symptoms off
  • went for counselling sessions 
  • made what was a very difficult decision for me at the time: to seek longer-term help by becoming an outpatient at a mental health hospital
  • started seeing a psychiatrist and taking medication everyday
  • started seeing a therapist and to this day, I continue to make time for therapy appointments
  • eventually, finally admitted to my family that I’ve been seeking help (something I was terrified to death of doing)

Recovery has been hard. Honestly, I’ve never struggled this much with anything. But it’s okay to struggle because it’s a sign that I am still trying. Self-care isn’t always easy. It’s taking meds everyday. It’s going for therapy and having to open up about all the things that hurt because you need to work through the pain.

To anyone else out there also struggling: I’m so proud of you for trying. 

Never Easy, But We Try

A/N: This is just a little fic about Maurice and the Prince bonding that I couldn’t get out of my head. Enjoy friends, and happy weekend!

xxx

The trip to Paris is not entirely a smooth one, through patchy forests and muddy, uneven terrain after a heavy rainstorm the night before. Still, from his view, the rain is far preferable to eternal snow. Unexpectedly, the wheels slam against yet another tree root that feels like a brick wall, sending the carriage and its passengers jostling–and nearly sending his stomach flying right out of his throat.

He moves to tighten his hold on the person next to him, who miraculously has managed to stay asleep through their entire morning ride. Belle’s head bobs up and down with the rhythm of the carriage, before falling, her weight nestled once more against the nook of his shoulder. Not that he’s complaining. 

He studies what he can of her serene profile, familiarizing himself yet again with the gentle curve of her jaw, the graceful slope of her forehead with those little valley lines that can only mean she’s deep in thought, even in her dreams. Out of some strange yet familiar, domestic habit, his fingers quickly sweep away that troublesome patch of hair out of her eyes, revealing her appealing little nose. He hadn’t thought noses could be appealing (generally speaking, they’re not the most attractive body part); but honestly, everything about her is alluring to him that he can’t stop himself from reveling in her quaint little nose. Regal–that’s what his fellow nobles at Versailles would call it. She has a regal nose.

As if judgement of a person’s station were solely dependent on outward appearance.

He swallows, feeling a knot tighten within his chest. 

There was a time when his view of the world comprised exactly that notion.

“Well,” Maurice huffs from the seat across from him, graciously pulling him from his thoughts, as the carriage settles back into a somewhat easy ebb and flow. “I haven’t had quite this much fun on a long journey since the night I stumbled upon your castle in the woods.”

“What are rocks compared to ravenous wolves?” he quips, before he can stop himself. He almost winces at his tone. Oh, he’s in fine form already. If he can’t even go half-a-day’s journey without uttering some derisive remark, how does he expect to resume the social graces required of him in Paris? All this time closed off from the outside world may have merely distorted his coarse behavior. 

But Maurice chuckles heartily, seemingly oblivious to his impropriety. “Just so.”

When he finally manages to tear his gaze away from Belle, he notices the calm, mischievous twinkle in his father-in-law’s eyes; and it’s a familiar, knowing look, one that tells him Maurice knows exactly what he’s said but doesn’t seem to mind–it’s a look that Belle seems to have inherited and perfected as a means of disarming him as well.

He clears his throat, trying to recover his manners. He’s unsure why he still feels the need to act so formally around Maurice. Perhaps it has something to do with feeling both like a host and a child in his company. “I’m glad you could join us, Maurice.”

Maurice smiles kindly. “Thank you for inviting me along. I haven’t been to Paris since…” His smile fades, and the carriage falls into solemn silence for a moment.

He clears his throat again, unexpectedly even more unsure than before. “I’m sorry. Belle told me…well, that is…”

“Oh, I know about your little magical excursion.” 

As Maurice raises a single, paternal eyebrow, he shuffles in his seat nervously. “Ah. Of course.”

They’re silent for a bit once more, until he remembers where his thoughts had been leading him. “I am…truly sorry. I can’t imagine leaving…the woman you love…” He glances back at Belle, suddenly overwhelmed at even the idea of having to leave her behind, to save a child that doesn’t exist yet. What an impossible choice.

Belle also seems to have inherited from her father the ability to read his thoughts so easily. “It was the hardest decision I have ever had to make,” says Maurice. And when he glances back up at the older man, Maurice’s gaze is fixed upon his daughter, his eyes a bit greyer, carrying some secret horror he cannot name. “But I…I couldn’t leave my baby girl to die. She came first. She always has.”

He has no idea what to say to that, except his heart positively rings with the truth of his father-in-law’s words.

“And besides, if I’d stayed, who knows…I might have ended up alone.”

He understands what that’s like. Had Maurice made a different, easier choice…who knows where any of them would be. Belle’s life has touched so many others. Perhaps it’s a selfish perspective, but he feels that her very presence has changed him the most. And he can’t imagine…a world without Belle seems unlovable and unlivable. His kingdom for a choice, the choice of a simple yet honorable artist. And he wonders, not for the first time, if perhaps he misjudged his own father for depriving him of the chance to say goodbye to his mother. Maybe his father was protecting him more than he realized. Maybe that seeming act of cowardice was really the one good thing his father ever did with his life. 

“Someday…when you have children, you will understand.”

He nods, though he’s not sure what he’s agreeing to. All he knows is he’s grateful in ways he doesn’t even know how to put into words. That ridiculously expensive education, and all he can come up with is, “Thank you, Maurice.”

Maurice frowns, and the man looks so much like Belle that he can’t help but smile a little. “Whatever for, my boy?”

He swallows. My boy. His remembers his own father calling him many things throughout his life, but never that. For being a good person. For being the father figure I never had.

Yet he simply settles for, “For saving her life.” And saving mine. “For welcoming me into your family after…” After everything I put you through. 

He sighs, the guilt of years past creeping up on him again. “I’m sorry,” he finally utters quietly.

Maurice frowns again, and he realizes with a start that he doesn’t see it. Maurice may be a wise father, but in many ways the man still carries the sweet innocence of a child. And once again, he finds himself involuntarily dreading introducing Belle and her father to the aristocracy he’s socially bound to reenter. He knows what they’ll think of their marriage, what they’ll think of Maurice. If Belle thought one small village could hold so much prejudice… It seems wrong, somehow, to bring Maurice back to a place filled with so much hypocrisy. He feels he’s finally beginning to understand why Belle has been so protective of him all her life. 

“I’m sorry for the way I treated you when we first met. I was a fool and…a great deal many other vulgar, unmentionable qualities.” Qualities they’re all going to have to experience again tenfold.

Maurice smiles, ever the patient soul. “You know, one day, you’re going to have to stop apologizing. It’s all been forgiven, my boy. It’s in the past. Besides, you’ve more than made it up to me by making my little girl so happy. Just treat her with all the goodness she deserves–as I know you will–and we’ll call it even.”

He’s reminded yet again, as he so often is, that Maurice is truly one of the best men he’s ever known. It’s obvious now why Belle grew into such a lovely person, with such a gracious figure to guide her and care for her. Maurice may not be gentry, but he possesses the natural generosity of a saint. Versailles doesn’t deserve him. 

And neither does he, he thinks.

“You deserve all the happiness in the world,” says Maurice. 

He starts. For a dreadful moment, he wonders if he’s uttered his thoughts aloud. Or perhaps it’s that mind-reading trick only Belle and Maurice seem to possess. Or it’s possible that it’s merely his own thoughts that have become so open, like a book to be read by the world. Stripped of his mountains of fur and devilish horns with claws to match, he no longer has a disguise to conceal himself beneath. And he’s severely out of practice hiding his feelings.

Still, he knows when to accept kindness offered at face value. 

The men share a smile, until Belle suddenly stirs, lifting her head from her slumber. Immediately, his eyes find hers as she wakes. 

“Oh, forgive me.” She sits up quickly.

He smiles, sweeping a bit of hair out of her face once more. “There’s nothing to forgive,” he answers quietly, just for her, Maurice partly forgotten for a moment. He knows how much she needed rest. She was up all evening before their departure, reorganizing the luggage system, while trying to manage the school accounts for Pierre Robert. 

Her eyes go wide as she glances out the window. “The country!” she cries. “Oh, I’d hoped we’d be near the city by now.”

“It is a long journey.” He tries to soothe her by running his hand across her back, and she does him the decency of at least pretending to be comforted, leaning back into his embrace with ease.

“One that you insisted that we drive for whatever reason.” She shoots him the look.

“Well, it did give us a chance to talk,” Maurice chimes in.

“I see. And what exactly have you two been discussing while I’ve been asleep?” She glances between the two of them, before settling on her father across the aisle. “Nothing embarrassing, I hope, Papa?” 

He has to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at her tone.

Maurice settles back into his seat with feigned innocence. “Me? Embarrass my daughter? I think not.”

Belle narrows her eyes before glancing back at him. “You would tell me if he said anything, wouldn’t you?”

He can’t help but tease her. “I believe in our vows we promised that we’d never lie to each other.”

She smacks his shoulder once. 

“Ow.”

“You are as bad as he is,” she remarks, wearing a firm frown, but he can spot the easy humor in her eyes that give her away.

“Thank you. I take that as a compliment.”

One thing that pisses me off to no end is when star wars fans are like “fuck the strong woman who don’t need no man, Rey deserves to be loved,” but they’re using that valid Intersectional argument to push Rey falling in love with Kylo, not Finn.

Like… Rey does deserve to be loved, and she IS loved. By Finn. Focusing on the white guy who doesn’t love her – he doesn’t remember her because they were betrothed as kids, the “Force bond” isn’t a romantic no free will soul mate thing, he kidnapped her because he was trying to find Luke, and he didn’t go easy on her on Starkiller – she’s stronger than him. The one she bonded with, who she didn’t want to leave her, who came back for her when no one else ever had, who she was ready to die with is FINN.

I agree the strong woman who don’t need no man is toxic, but it’s toxic because it’s *always* applied to relationships involving a Black person, like Finnrey. Using the argument for a creepy stalky possessive white fantasy is gross. The love she deserves is Finn.

Which Day6 Member Should YOU Fight?

Inspired by @pen1ag0n’s post

Jae

who wins? you 

okay chicken little is tall but remember he is also skinny and sort of clumsy. although he does excel at badminton so there is some athletic ability to be careful of. tbh just distract him by mentioning chipotle and there you go easy win. 

Sungjin 

who wins? nobody 

why would you fight sungjin? he’s such a gentleman he probably wouldn’t even fight back. give him a hug instead. 

Young K 

who wins? young k

don’t fight Brian holy crap are you insane? he’s good at everything and he works out (large attractive biceps warning). also he’s so nice that he would actually try to go easy on you but then he’d win anyway. just leave him alone. 

Wonpil 

who wins? wonpil 

he may seem small and soft but don’t forget Wonpil is secretly dangerous (just ask jae). he’d punch you in the face and then smile and help you up. also his aegyo is blinding. don’t do it. 

Dowoon 

who wins? NOT YOU LOL 

first of all he has abs? that means he’s strong? also you’d have all the other members attacking you at once if you even tried to lay a finger on their precious maknae so do yourself a favor and just stay away.

Soup Bowls || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Fluff


Being friends with seven guys was sometimes a hassle. Especially when said seven guys acted like slobs ninety percent of the time and you had to take care of the as if they were children. It didn’t help that you were trying to obtain your degree in college at the same time that all of the guys just decided to have a ginormous mid life crisis together.

College was already hard enough, but having seven children on your hands made it even harder. There was one specifically, out of the seven, who seemed to take it easy on you, and not expect as much. And for that you would be forever grateful to Jeon Jungkook.

You had been friends with the seven of them since you were in high school, meeting them all through Jungkook. When you were in high school, Jungkook was your best friend. The two of you would spend all of your time together and the boys always said that if they needed to find one of you they would just look for the other. Jungkook and you were connected at the hip, and you did everything with each other.

Even at the final end of the school dance, the two of you went together and danced because you didn’t want to go with anybody else. You weren’t sure what happened after that though. It seemed that after that night, Jungkook seemed to hang out with you less and less. During the summer, you spent most of your time with the guys before you had to start college and they had to go back.

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anonymous asked:

Literally Jasper's dialogue in Alone At Sea solidified the fact that she's the victim for me. I read what she said as what I say when I'm trying to get my abuser to go easy on me "I've changed, I'm better, I'm sorry " etc and what Lapis said is exactly what my fucking past abuser said to my friend about me "I LIKED hurting her, I needed to, it made me feel strong" and its so fucking legitimately triggering to see Lapis portrayed as the victim because my abuser tried to convince me that I was bad

That scene always bothers me because you KNOW what the writers were trying to do. Portray Jasper as the dishonest abuser who’s just trying to manipulate and Lapis as the victim who misses her abuser and admits she did bad things to Jasper as well. What could’ve been a really good and well done dynamic (like the scene alone was perfectly serviceable albeit some generic dialogue) falls short because of previous portrayals in the series.

Jasper held no power over Lapis. She could not emotionally manipulate her nor could she physically overpower her. Lapis states outright she plans to keep Jasper as her prisoner and you see visuals of Jasper literally screaming in terror when Lapis pulls her back down. Lapis then states in Same Old World “after what I did to Jasper” fully acknowledging that she was the one in full control (and don’t give me that “she’s just blaming herself” nonsense because she admits to it again in Alone At Sea).

So when Jasper returned to Lapis, I did honestly see it as a victim begging someone who mentally and physically abused them to return to them. Lapis missed Jasper because she enjoyed hurting her and yet this is STILL portrayed like Lapis was the victim in all of this. Rather than make amends with hurting Jasper she instead launches her to space when she has just as much power to just use water to capture and overwhelm her.

This was supposed to portray an abusive relationship (somehow) but it was just a display of Lapis’s anger and bitterness acting out and hurting someone deeply while also receiving no punishment for it. It’s terrible terrible writing that, well, makes her the abuser in all of this.

I really didn’t wanna argue this bc it’s such a touchy subject but really, it’s so evidence now it’s hard to ignore. Jasper deserves better