viktor's motivational board still makes me wheeze. (also you and keilattes??? incredible. i never knew i needed this in my life. you're both just so ... good ... i )
ahh thank you!!! I’m glad you liked the random collab thing hahah and I agree??? @keilattes is great??? you can put any of kei’s yuuri’s on the motivational board and it’ll be 100/10. look at this masterpiece
Don’t forget Gorillaz fans, Jamie Hewlett exist! He made all you’re favorite band members come to life in the music videos, shorts, ect! He continues drawing them countless times and works day and night to give you new content with the band members! So please appreciate him!!! ❤❤❤
reckless nights, driving around the illuminated city of L.A. / sneaking into old, abandoned motels with your friends that you’re probably never going to talk to again after high school, but you still say the term BFF all night / cigarette filters in tiny liquor bottles, stained with lipstick / chopping off your hair in a bathroom that isn't yours and not cleaning up afterwards / young love and genuinely believing it’s the end of the world when it ends after a week, finally believing the people who warned you / burning an american flag and throwing your more-than-half-full bottle of jack daniels into the flames
alphabet blocks spelling ‘go fuck yourself’ / your stuffed animals showing up in places you don’t remember placing them / pastel nail polish that messily gets all over your fingers and hands / old photos of babydolls with a lazy eye and bashed-in faces / finally realizing the grim, origin-meanings of the nursery rhymes your parents read you as a kid / watching tom and jerry on drugs / knee-high socks with lacy tops and rip all along the fabric / getting the big-kid swing all to yourself because no one wanted to go to the park with you / tearing the heads off of your animal crackers and gummy bears
standing at the beach at 5 pm, shallow waves crashing onto your feet / burning money you know you need and using it to roll blunts because you want that rich-illusion / driving through california in a white convertible, with palm trees all around you and a girl you just met sitting next to you, while holding her shawl over her head before letting it fly off into the wind / hawaiian shirts and faded, ripped jeans / leaving a small party early and coming home to your expensive suburban condo, falling asleep alone / the ghost of nicotine on your tongue after brushing your teeth
Twenty One Pilots:
colder weather and leaves fallen off every tree / painting vent-quotes on your walls with black and red paint when you can’t sleep / sitting in the school cafeteria with your childhood best friend, jamming on a ukelele / dark thoughts at night that you turn into poetry / secret handshakes that only you and your soulmate know / scribbling out your monsters with a black pen on a three-hole-punch notebook
demolishing stereotypes, the popular girls kissing the nerd girls, jocks showing up at theatre class / games of spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven / throwing on your drugstore lipstick and fishnets and catching a bus to a sketchy, glow-blog-material club that doesn't require ID / sinking under chlourine-plagued water with your best friend and yelling something, floating up and trying to guess what the other said / going to a house party on a saturday while sticking to white wine and your friend that dragged you there, but ending up actually having a really good time / not giving a shit about sports but going to a highschool football game to get out of the house
Lana Del Rey:
marilyn-liner and fake lashes / oldies movies playing in the background / emotionlessly breaking expensive jewelry that your ex bought you / loitering at liquor stores until you're asked to leave / getting into a stranger's car solely because they're cute / getting drunk off moonshine and dancing on the pole in the center of the T even though you have no experience
Marina And The Diamonds:
purposely popping your bubblegum as hard as you can when someone asks you to stop chewing so loud / poisoning a milkshake at a 50's style diner / the sound of pouring a handful of diamonds against a mahogany floor / pastel pink leather jackets with a number of feminism pins all over it / a beautiful bouquet of flowers from all the lovers you met with, 1-5 for each day of the week.
I've got about a thousand memories of your dumb little ass and about six of them are pleasant, the rest is annoying garbage!
Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack, all your shit, so it's together. And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know? Take it to the Shit Store and sell it, or put it in a Shit Museum, I don't care what you do, you just gotta get it together. Get your shit together.
Listen, I'm not the nicest guy in the universe because I'm the smartest, and being nice is something stupid people do to hedge their bets.
Aw, man. I really liked this life. Well, at least I didn't really crap my pants.
Whatever you're asking, the answer is I'm amazing.
What, so everyone's supposed to sleep every single night now? You realize that nighttime makes up half of all time?
Yeah sure, I mean, if you spend all day shuffling words around, you can make anything sound bad.
I thought the whole point of having a dog was to feel superior. If I were you I wouldn't pull that thread.
You gotta flip 'em off, I told them it means "peace among worlds", how hilarious is that!
Don't waste your brain on those weirdos... They just put you at the center of their lives because you're powerful, and then because they put you there, they want you to be less powerful.
Okay, well...sometimes science is more art than science. Lot of people don't get that.
Nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody's gonna die. Come watch TV?
is there any legit way to get some extra income easily online? ive been meaning to try out a survey site but idk, help!! you're most reliable
alright so ive spent some time looking around for any ways to make cash online since a lot of people have been asking and the most reliable are here: (click your country) usa / canada / united kingdom !make sure to confirm your email or else they’ll assume youre not using your account and not give you any surveys!
I was legitimately in tears from this show. There was so much love in this venue. I may not have had the chance to meet you or hug you, but seeing my hero on stage in front of me was the most amazing experience I could ever ask for. I’m not going to spoil the show, but I’m so incredibly lucky to have been able to experience this. @therealjacksepticeye I love you man, I want to thank you for being the light at the end of the tunnel for me. Thank you for saving me. It means the world to me to have seen you tonight. It was so surreal. I will never forget this. I can’t wait to see you again.
So, I couldn’t find one of these that suited my tastes, so I made my own. Designed for fic, certainly good for RPing as well, maybe you could re-use it for art but idk, some of these would make very weird art prompts. Drop a pairing and a number in my ask, you know the drill!
1. First kiss
2. Last kiss
3. A goodbye kiss
4. A kiss given to the wrong person
5. A kiss that was never given
6. A kiss that was regretted
7. An underwater kiss
8. A “Spin the bottle” kiss
9. A steamy kiss
10. A shy kiss
11. A violent kiss
12. A playful kiss
13. A platonic kiss
14. A kiss to make up
15. A supernatural kiss
16. A kiss on the hands
17. A kiss on the cheek
18. A kiss on the forehead
19. A kiss on the nose
20. A kiss on the neck
21. A kiss on the back
22. More than one kiss
Hi! You seem to have become a sort of dinner consultant/therapist/cheerleader, which is delightful. I hope you don't mind if I ask a downer question--how do I will myself to make good food when I'm depressed, and feel deep down that I may not deserve proper nourishment? Than you, you're well.
I suffer from Depression, Bipolar, C-PTSD, ADHD and Memory Issues and yeah, I really get that feeling of not having the energy/focus/self-worth to make dinner. I’m not a therapist or nutritionist, so all I can offer is things that have worked for me, and hope that some of them work for you:
It’s Better To Eat SOMETHING Than Nothing
No really. There are a LOT of days when I’m too tired, too distractable or just too Blugh to cook. And for days like that, I have microwave meals, or “put in pot and add water” things, like Mac N Cheese. They’re not Organic, or Nutritionally Balanced but everything I’ve been told by every doctor and therapist I’ve had: EATING SOMETHING, EVEN MICROWAVE MAC OR CHIPS IS SO, SO MUCH BETTER FOR YOU THAN EATING NOTHING.
Food is not an all-or-nothing deal. Humans have an amazing ability to take in nutrition from darn near anything that doesn’t kill us, which is part of the reason we’re all over the dang planet. Any food is good food, esp when you haven’t eaten all day because your brain has been playing a shitty surrealist version of reality for you all day.
So when you CAN cook, cook, but if you can’t, don’t worry too much. Just get something down your throat, and live to see the next, better, day.
Related: If you can’t do a full meal, but you CAN add *extras* to things to help you. Tortilla Chips Depression meal? Add Salsa! BAM! VEGETABLE SERVING!! Can of beans? CHEESE. OH LOOK, MORE PROTEIN. whatever you can add is like, extra credit. Good job you!
Actually Learning To Cook
So actually learning about food safety, spice theory, what happens chemically to food when you cook it and how to make different styles of cuisine confers a whole bunch of cool benefits for my sometimes-garbage brain:
I really like reading and learning new stuff, so making it a “learning a new thing” makes it less like a chore and more of an Interesting Distraction.
This doesn’t have to be any form of academically rigorous. Like, watching cooking shows, looking up stuff online, or hell, googling stuff in the middle of the supermarket if something is on sale and you’re curious but don’t actually know what to do with it. Good Eats and America’s Test Kitchen are both very educational and soothing to watch.
Also cooking shows are GREAT for both my anxiety and stimulating my appetite
Reduces the number of Thinking Spoons to actually make dinner. If I have a general working knowledge of what things taste good and how to make them, it’s a lot less effort than trying to look up and follow a recipe.
GO AHEAD AND USE SHORTCUTS. No, really. Those frozen cutlets of fish you stick in a toaster oven? GREAT. pre-mixed seasoning? AWESOME. Frozen veggies are already cut up and are just as good as fresh. Like if you don’t have the energy to do something, pre-made stuff is FANTASTIC for getting something healthy into your system for honestly not that much money or less in some cases.
Being Responsible For More Than Myself
The thing that has helped me take care of myself was getting engaged and a dog. My mental illness has a neat shortcut where when I can’t do things for myself, I can magically do them for other people. When I cook, I’m cooking for both myself and for my fiance. Being responsible for making sure he eats a few nights a week is the biggest driving force in getting me to stay on enough of a schedule that I’ll be capable of cooking. (He cooks other nights and whoever cooks, the other does the dishes.)
I realize that getting hitched is not in the cards for everyone and that’s hardly a reflection of one’s worth, but there are ways to add responsibility to your life if that helps with executive function. Prior to meeting my fiance, My family had an elderly German shepherd with a sensitive stomach and I cooked him chicken and rice every night for three years on the vet’s recommendation. Or maybe you cook for a neighbor once a week. Or tie feeding your cat to you having dinner as well, becuase you can’t take care of fluffy if you’ve got low blood sugar, right?
Eating Is Self-Care, Like Taking Meds or Wearing Comfy Jammies
Another thing that helped me: Realizing that eating made me feel better. Literally, if I keep my blood sugar stable (Prone to hypoglycemia), my mood’s better, I get fewer headaches, and so on. What’s Healthy is different for everyone and I recommend talking to a nutritionist at least once to get an idea on what might be unique to you. Most gyms, community centers or clinics will have someone on staff to help, but you should start by asking your GP for a recommendation.
So when I start too feel poorly, my checklist is “When was the last time I ate? Am I craving something?” (Along with “Am I dehydrated?” staying hydrated also helps with appetite issues) and I fin that I usually am. Sometimes it’s salt, sometimes it’s a whole head of broccoli. Food is our body’s main means of getting what it needs to survive and giving your body what it needs (even if it’s fat and sugar and carbs, which yes, you need sometimes) will make you feel better, I promise.
Eating Stuff You Actually Like
Bananas are, allegedly, really good for me. Potassium, vitamins, good fats etc. They also taste like satan’s own diabetic mucus and I’m never gonna eat one if I can’t help it. Just, No. Don’t force yourself to eat things just becuase they’re healthy. That’ll only make you hate eating.
Like I mentioned before, you, presumed human, can draw nutrition and calories from darn near anything. So go boldly, and try new foods and spices and cooking methods and find things you actually enjoy eating.
Remember all those veggies you hated as a kid? Try them again as an adult, because your taste buds literally change over time and things taste way less bitter than when you were a kid. Try different cooking methods too- anything brassica is like 500% better tossed with olive oil, salt &pepper and roasted on a sheet pan.
HOW you cook things makes a huge difference in both how they taste and how stressful cooking is. Wanna leave something in a crock pot and forget about it until the timer goes off? AWESOME. Grilling becuase you prefer something more engaging becuase you’re bored? ALSO GREAT. Try out different cooking methids to find out what tastes good and is fun to do,
Are you one of those people that likes, 3 things, and can have them every night for eternity? GO YOU, with your pre-planned menu! Maybe call up a nutritionist to see if you need to be taking some extra vitamins, but really, this is fine too,
Ok this has gotten a mile long and kind of rambling but I hope it helps you!
I really don’t think enough people realize that to be a Christian and also an artist doesn’t mean that you have to label yourself a “Christian artist”. If you write books you don’t have to write solely, Christian labeled books. If ur a painter you don’t just have to paint Jesus on the cross or the tomb He was laid in.
Your art is already inspired by the great creator. Yes, it should have Christian values behind it but it doesn’t have to be put in that category. It doesn’t even need to have crazy themes behind it like C. S. Lewis’ writing does. You can write stories of redemption and adventure without making the main character into a Christian. You can paint inspired pictures of loss and suffering. You can act in a play that isn’t about God.
God is in every aspect of your life already and you can create so many things in His name. But you don’t have to restrict yourself to only making art that’s explicitly “Christian”. Every single piece of art you make can be made with God in mind and can be made for His glory. Be expressive, talk about your struggles, write about the high points and show people your failures.
Create in His name. He takes unimaginable pride in what His artists create. Because He is the great creator, and He is in everything we do.
Create your own art, no matter what form or genre. And, of course, never be afraid to tell people what inspires you. Essentially, just don’t let yourself be put into a bubble that constricts you from your full creative freedom.
Worship through everything that you create and God will take pride in what you do.
I’ve just got this BNHA idea that after they graduate they all get into the hero business; Iida does his brother’s name proud: Bakugou actually calms down a little: Shouto is able to prove he’s so much more than his father’s son.
Meanwhile Deku is well on the way to becoming the next top hero and the new Symbol of Peace ( the public is relieved: the criminals are shitting themselves, especially after Deku “accidentally” reveals in an interview that he’s reached about 50% so far ).
But one day, Deku’s facing a villain with a tricky quirk- maybe they’ve taken hostages, maybe they can absorb the power of his attacks. Anyway, Deku’s desperately trying to think of a way to beat this guy, when-
-a ball of paper hits the villain in the head. Everybody, Deku, the villain, the bystanders, see this guy jump the blockade and yell “Hey, asshole!”
The villain snarls, and roars back “You little-” and stops with a very familiar blank look on their face. Deku starts grinning as the newcomer pulls off a false nose and takes off a wig, then opens his jacket to reveal a hero costume.
And the public lose their collective shit at the realisation that they’re seeing the Hero with a Thousand Faces, who goes undercover and uses his brainwashing quirk to take down the villains from within. And as he tells the villain “Sleep”, the crowd goes wild for the sight of Shinso Hitoshi, the hero called The Word.
(Shinso gets on great with Deku: he jokes it’s like pairing a sledgehammer and a scalpel. Deku’s one of the few people who never hesitates to answer Shinso- when he asked, Deku just grinned and said “Well, I know I can trust a fellow hero!”)
When you're under emotional distress or just plain upset you literally just shut down and don't talk to people??? I said hi to one of you, whose one of my best friends, after he had a fight with his fiancé and he just ignored me and walked past like wtf I am a person you emotionally constipated butthole.
No regard for human life, especially your own. Plus you won't stop talking about how we should all go out when you know damn well I'm broke af.
Your fake-mean jokes aren't jokes at all and are real-mean because you're bitter about something they did, like, 5 months ago, god becky just move on already.
You're putting your family through bankruptcy because you won't stop buying things online because your self-control is as feeble as your ability to keep secrets you haphazard deadbeat.
You tried to be the fun one for once and ruined the party because you're awkward.
You won't stop asking clarifying questions; like the question you're asking was gonna be answered in maybe 6 seconds but you didn't have the patience to wait and find out and I crave death because of it.
You're a basic bitch and we all know it.
You're the most clueless people I've ever met and yet you have the audacity to call everybody else weird.
"I'm fine!" sayin' asses expecting everybody to know you're not...And stop pretending y'all ain't anything but weeaboo nerds who've seen every anime there ever was.
Every person whose ever said "I can never get typed right, I'm too balanced." or "I switch letters so much I don't really know" always ends up being ENFJ when typed correctly and I will fight anybody who says otherwise.
You won't stop explaining your logic behind something even though we've already told four times that we understand.
You say insane crap you don't actually believe just to see people's reactions.
You unironically like and talk about SuperWhoLock you nasty bitch.
You're super weird but everybody still loves you and it pisses me off. That's probably makes me the problematic one, but there's also a strong chance that your alcoholic...so...
Get off reddit and stop playing so many video games you freak.
Okay but I shouldn't have to say anything for the ENTJ's because you are all the single most problematic type in almost every single conceivable way, and if you don't know that yet, that's part of the reason why you are.
Hi. I love your blog and all the little headcannons (canon?) you do. I also noticed you're amazing for writing little stories for people who are having a tough time. Would it be too much to ask if I could have one? I'm suffering from a bout of depression/insomnia and I'm running on about 4 hours sleep in about 3 days. What do you think of Derek or Stiles getting insomnia from all the stuff they've seen and the other just cuddling them through it? Trying to stay awake so they're not alone?
Hey, sweetheart. The depression/insomnia combo is horrible. I don’t know if it will work for you but earlier this year I stumbled upon ASMR videos. I know some people find them weird but they really helped me when it came to getting to sleep. In the mean time, I hope this little fic does something to help.
Stiles thought being able to sleep after the Nogitsune had been the universe’s way of balancing out the good and bad in his life: get possessed by a psychotic Japanese fox but sleep like a baby every night after. As it turned out, being able to sleep after a spirit uses your body to murder a bunch of people came down to the fact Stiles hadn’t had a break since finding Laura Hale’s body that night in the woods.
He believed joining the academy would be a fresh start, and in many ways it was. He just didn’t count on the fact that now he didn’t have pure evil trying to kill him at every waking moment that his brain would finally find time to process it. Stiles had always been a fan of ignoring his problems until they eventually, just, go away; watching his friends die, looking down at his own body and knowing it wasn’t really his but the cardboard cutout left behind by the Nogitsune, the memory of watching Derek almost -
He assumed - stupidly - that he had been successful in that particular endeavour. As long as he had his pillow, he was fine. You’re going to be fine. That was what the faceless people of the internet said.Stiles didn’t think “fine” was ever going to be an option for him but he guessed hope was a nice sentiment.
“Insomnia,” Scott said, repeating the word back to him. Stiles could practically hear the concern, loud and clear, ringing through the phone. It instantly made him feel worse. Heaving a sigh, he scrubbed a tired hand down his face. Maybe he shouldn’t have called.
Scott was quiet for several seconds. “Do you have your pillow?” he asked.
“Yes,” Stiles answered. He was currently clutching it to his chest, sprawled out on his bedroom floor. It was 3am, the floor was hard, and if he didn’t get some sleep soon he was going to start crying; the kind of crying he hadn’t done since he was a kid and his mom took ill.
“What about drugs?” Scott suggested. “I could ask my mom-”
“No drugs, Scott.”
“I said no drugs, Scott.”
The line went quiet again and Stiles felt his eyes begin to sting. This was a mistake.
“Sorry, man, I have to go.”
He hung up before Scott could respond, deciding he could feel guilty about it later.
At the academy, he was on auto-pilot. Luckily, Stiles had come up with some of his best plans during the last four years on little-to-no sleep, so it wasn’t overly obvious to his fellow agents-in-training that he needed several cups on coffee just to get through the day.
It was obvious to someone though. Someone who clearly thought it was their sworn duty to haul Stiles over their shoulder in the middle of his third run to the coffee shop that day and deposit him in the back of their car.
Stiles wanted to protest - he should protest, call for help, maybe? - but he had had his eyes closed when the stranger grabbed him, had been drooling on a statue, leaning against it for moral support, as he had waited for his order.
Plus, the stranger’s arms felt nice.
In the back of his mind, Stiles couldn’t decide if thinking a stranger’s arms felt nice during a potential kidnapping - fuck, please don’t let it be a supernatural kidnapping - was because of his sleep deprived state or if that was just the way he was wired now.
It was only when a door opened and a familiar pair of eyebrows slid into the driver’s seat did Stiles begin to laugh. Hysterically.
“Of course,” he said, shaking his head and pressing his lips against the cool leather interior. Familiar hands strapped him into the his seat. “Of course it’s you, big guy.”
Derek just gave a slight huff and muttered something Stiles couldn’t hear, but it sounded an awful lot like, yeah,I missed you, too.
Stiles laughed again. It was crazy, what your mind came up with when it wasn’t functioning properly.