reminder that it is okay to sit there and cry your heart out, that doesn’t mean you are weak, it just means you’ve been strong for too long and you need a break and that’s okay, take your time, you’ll get through it. I believe in you.
In spite of everything I love
Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to
make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or
explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it
does not work like that. Second, she’s
not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD
and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she
relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb
blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11”
of pure muscle and is not top heavy)
If you want a good Harley
backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of
it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s
disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a
patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten
years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but
sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually
focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the
meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs
to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and
getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now
there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find
worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long
as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t
internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She
actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad
studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look
like self-harm or is well covered up.
When Arkham accepts her, fresh
from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see
is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves,
self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s
when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone
else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed
girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than
herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even
bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are
amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary
but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is
showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and
gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the
professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really
like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how
to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for
other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting
better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline
park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out
over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored
downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly
she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru.
The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending
to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.
After her weekend of freedom she
would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The
relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is
disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic
attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice
about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor
Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new
clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous,
cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like
a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it.
She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She
almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it
when he likes things.
It’s wrong and unprofessional,
the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been
so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows
how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she
needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small
things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland
slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her
happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and
hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love
him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to
protect and nurture something so important to him.
When the choice comes between
her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the
spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question.
She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let
herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn
and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still
living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous
clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a
Pairings: Ubbe x OC, Hvitserk x OC, Sigurd x OC, Ivar x OC, then Ubbe again… you get the idea…
Words: 6917 (it’s a big job)
Summary: What will you and the boys do to pass the time when you’re all snowed in together up at the hunting cabin? Yes, this is the “too many dicks” fic at long last. Nothing but graphic porny smut here. This is set before Margrethe, and could be considered a replacement for her if you like…
Notes: I have to call this dubcon because slaves can’t give quality consent, but rest assured that she is willing and eager.
Excerpt: “I don’t know, Ubbe,” you say, exaggerating your hesitation.
“This sounds like a lot of work.” Your whole body is starting to flush in
excitement, but it never hurts to play coy and make the boys cater to you.
Ubbe’s brows crease in a sympathy just as feigned. “No
work,” he promises as he shakes his head. “Just pleasure.” He is already
tugging you toward the soft rug at the center of the room. Hvitserk is pulling
furs off the bed that Ivar refuses to move from, piling them up on the floor to
increase your comfort.
Ivar fixes his bright eyes on you, looking skeptical. “Four
of us and one of her, how much fun can we have?”
“Watch, then,” Ubbe growls, “and you will see.” You are
standing with four hungry sets of eyes on your body as Ubbe loosens the ties
that hold your dress onto your shoulders. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs
low, for your ears only. “I want them to see what I have had the sole privilege
of enjoying before now.” You feel a familiar tension beginning between your
legs, your body preparing itself for the things you imagine might happen
Hey everyone! Just wanted to thank all of you for liking/reblogging my Dark Souls comic. And an especially big thank you to those of you who left comments/tags, I loved reading every single one of them! There were times when I really wasn’t sure if I’d manage to finish it at all, but seeing your reactions has made it all so sooo worthwhile. So thank you! I’m really glad I could share this comic with all of you. :)
(Btw: I’ve hidden exactly one tiny Bloodborne easter egg in one of the panels. I wonder if anyone found it? :3c)
As for me, I think I’m going to make this a farewell to Soulsborne fanart, at least for now. Would really like to focus more on original art in the near future. Not sure what exactly that will be just yet, I only have some vague ideas, but I’m hoping it might be of interest to the average Soulsborne fan as well. Would love if if you’d stick around, anyhow. :)
It had been months since Tom had gotten decent sleep, let alone slept in the same bed as you. You missed the feeling of his warmth next to you, the feeling of his arm around your waist holding you tight to him. You missed the morning kisses he would give you, each one better than the last.
After what seemed like forever, Tom had a few days off once he was done with press for Spider-Man: Homecoming. He had pushed himself this time, harder than he had before. You could see it in the dark circles under his eyes and the way he spoke to you at night on the phone. He was just exhausted. And finally, he was home.
He didn’t want to wake you when he came home, careful to climb into your bed without waking you up. He was well too excited to feel someone next to him, that someone being you, the love of his life. God how he wished he could show you how much he missed you right then and there, but that would have to wait. He turned on his side, facing you and quickly fell asleep.
8 hours later and jet lagged, he woke up before you. He knows you’ve been busy too, you both needed a break. After ten minutes of watching your beautiful form sleep peacefully, he felt you shift in your current sleeping position. You flipped over, not expecting to see a half-naked, groggy and handsome as ever Tom in your bed. You did a double take and almost had a heart attack. Without saying anything, you tried to remain calm and watched him as he watched you, seeing how long you both could last like this.
After five minutes you couldn’t take it. He was just too damn sexy. You climbed on top of him, kissing him with everything inside you. God, all the days you spent in this bed with cold toes, only to now have him back. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much baby” Tom says, his voice raspy from his recent travels.
“And I you” you said smiling at him before he pulled you into a hug. You took in his scent and the feeling of his arms around your waist. He flipped you over and kissed you deeply, one hand in the crook of your neck and the other on your waist. He couldn’t get enough of you, and he never would.
Remember, pals, it’s okay to eat! It’s okay if you have to take medication to get the same balance of chemicals in your brain as other people! It’s okay to care for yourself, even if you don’t think you deserve it (you do)! It’s okay to need a break, too! You are ALL loved!
What did the last emoji mean? You shrugged it off, deciding to let it go. You put the text conversation with Jungkook and ‘pen pal’ you on do not disturb––you were prepared just in case––and heard your room door open.
“Your savior has arrived,” Jungkook announced, holding out an iced coffee for you to take. Accepting it gratefully, you took a long sip.
“Thanks! So why out of everyone, I was the one you wanted to hang out with,” You scooted over on your bed, allowing him room to sit. Instead of sitting beside you, as a normal person would, he flung himself onto your bed, his head stuffed in the pillows and body laying across your bed.
“My hyungs are out partying and I wasn’t in much of a mood to go,” He mumbled, tiredly, voice muffled in the pillows.
“Why not? You’re not interested enough in anyone there?”
He turned his head toward you as if in thought, “No.”
Nodding at his answer, you yawned. “Still don’t know why you chose me out of everyone. Why not your pen pal?”
“I don’t know her, remember?”
“Right. How’s that going for you?”
“I manage. I’m just so curious. Do I know her? Have I spoken to her yet today?” He pondered aloud.
“You need a break from thinking about her too much. Let’s watch a movie!”
“Aw, Y/N, are you perhaps…jealous?” Jungkook cooed, smirking.
“You’re hilarious,” You rolled your eyes while grabbing your laptop.
“What movies you got?”
“That was a pretty good movie. The ending was boring, though,” Jungkook stated as the credits screen appeared on your laptop screen. “What did you think?”
The only response he received was the sound of your soft snores. How was he going to get out of this? Your laptop was in front of the both of you while you were laying on your sides. You were laying in front of him and he assumed when you fell asleep, your inner cuddling nature came out and you tangled your legs together and leaned back against him.
Shifting ever so slightly, he caused you to roll over so you were now facing him, still asleep. Your head pressed against his chest and arms wrapped around his waist.
“That didn’t help,” he muttered, a playful smile painting his lips.
After a few minutes of struggling in your grasp, Jungkook gave up and decided to stay. Peering at your sleeping state, he felt his own eyelids become heavier. Wrapping his arms around your back, securely, he sighed in content. He let his eyes close and fell asleep with you in his arms.
OkAY THAT WAS CUTE I DIDNT KNOW I WAS GOING TO WRITE THAT BUT AWWWW!
I am making this post based on a request by an anonymous user, but as soon as I heard the idea it really resonated with me. When you are a perfectionist, like I am, procrastination comes very easily. As soon as I have a single doubt about what I am doing, I stop and turn to something else, which leads to a lot of unfinished assignments and unnecessary stress. So in this post, I’m going to give you my best advice on how to avoid this very thing and get back to work!
Methods of Planning
You need to start by addressing how you are organizing you time and if it needs to change.
Daily study schedule: This is my least favourite, and in my opinion leads to the worst kind of overplanning. This is when you schedule out your time hour by hour, down to what time you will study, eat, workout, etc. I understand that this works for some people and if you find yourself to be very disorganized, it can work for you. However, I personally find (and I think many would agree) that it ends up giving me anxiety and guilt when I don’t do something exactly at the right time.
Weekly or monthly schedule: This is ideal for people who like to plan ahead a lot, but don’t want to be too constricted to an hourly schedule. This method involves writing down what you need to study each day, but not declaring a specific time that you need to have it done by. I really like to use this for exam periods or before a big test, so I know that all the topics are covered by a certain point.
Daily to-do list schedule: This works for a ton of people I know, including myself. It is low-key, but also allows you to know what you have to do and actually get it done. This is what most people use in a bullet journal, which is obviously a very successful technique! It blends together the planning of the daily schedule with the fluidity and low-stress of the monthly schedule. I highly recommend this if you tend to overplan!
Overall: You might need to re-evaluate the way that you organize your time and find something that is more productive. My personal favourite is the daily to-do list, but if you need more structure in your life, feel free to look at others.
One big thing that leads to procrastination is not being able to focus on the most important tasks that need to get done. If you put too much stuff on your to-do list or into your hourly schedule, it might actually end up taking away from more important tasks.
Learn to prioritize. List tasks in order of their importance when you are creating a to-do list or other type of schedule. You can use a numbering system, or colour code them if you need more help:
Red = Extremely important: Things that are due in the next day or two, studying for upcoming tests, steps in a process that needs to get done by the end of the week, bills that need to be paid, chores that have to get done before your home becomes a wreck.
Yellow = Pretty important: Things that are important to your schedule, but it wouldn’t be tragic if they got pushed off one more day. Re-writing or typing notes, writing out flashcards for a test a week away, working on an application or deadline that is still a while away, chores that aren’t going to affect you if they aren’t finished tonight.
Green = Filler stuff: Things that would be nice to get done, but aren’t urgent. Cleaning, organizing your desk, finishing a book or movie for pleasure, etc.
After you have organized yourself and prioritized tasks, you need to be able to focus on actually getting them done.
Set firm deadlines. A lot of times, this is easy because teachers or bosses set them for you. But if they don’t, learn to set your own deadlines and stick to them. Write them in your calendar and make note of them in the days leading up to it.
Make mini to-do lists for an assignment. If you have trouble following deadlines, or value to-do lists as much as me, breaking down assignments and large tasks into small pieces can be super beneficial. For example, if you have an essay due, create a checklist with the intro, body paragraphs, conclusion, editing, typing, and final draft all as separate tasks.
Find ideal study setting. A lot of people have trouble focusing on tasks when they get distracted easily. I find it really helpful if I’m in an environment that gets me in a studying mood! Going to the library or a quiet coffee shop really motivates me. Finding somewhere with few distractions, limitations on how much noise you can make, and being able to see other people being productive is the ideal way to focus yourself.
Avoid social media and TV. This goes hand in hand with #3… Being in front of the TV or the computer (when you aren’t actually using it) is super distracting! Go somewhere that doesn’t have these distractions.
Start with small tasks. Sometimes, tackling your to-do list is easier if you start by completing a few small tasks. When I’m not in the mood to study, I try to do some household chores and update my bullet journal to get the ball rolling.
Use the Pomodoro technique, or something similar. Use a Pomodoro timer or another type of scheduling to stay focused when studying and take breaks when needed. If you find that breaking it down minute by minute is too stressful, try setting goals like “as soon as I am done studying this chapter, I will get up and make a snack,” and stick to them!