your high is low

You find an unopened beverage on the ground labeled “Vocal-aid”. Since you are thirsty, you decide to take a drink. Later, as you’re singing in the shower, you suddenly realize that you can sing any song perfectly and sound just like the original singer. Your voice can range from as high pitched as Ariana Grande to really low pitched. You become a mega-famous pop star, but you always have to live on the run because scientists are trying to study your vocal cords and doing so will cause you to lose them and die.

Is it hard to live with an autistic person?

Imagine that 97% of the people in this world were autistic.

Imagine that the vast majority of authority figures (your parents, your teachers, lawmakers, etc.) were autistic.

Imagine that you were expected to obey traditions created by autistic people, even if they made no sense to you.

Imagine that you had to act autistic in order to have any chance of making friends, getting a job, and staying out of trouble with authority figures.

Imagine that autistic people’s stereotypes about you were treated as being more accurate than your own personal experiences.

Imagine that people read textbooks written by autistic people to learn about you instead of just asking you.

Imagine that instead of people seeing your individual abilities, they labeled you as a “high functioning” or “low functioning” non-autistic based on how well you’re able to pretend to be autistic. 

Imagine that autistic people could get an immediate free pass to do whatever they wanted as long as they said “I was just kidding”, but you had to constantly watch what you say because autistic people may find it offensive.

Imagine that you were expected to be able to do something just because someone else who’s not autistic is able to do it.

Imagine that anytime you struggled with something, people didn’t believe you. Imagine that refusing to believe you was expected to be taken as a compliment.

Imagine that becoming autistic was expected to be your #1 goal in life.

Imagine that there were parents willing to risk their children dying from preventable diseases because they’re worried that vaccines would cause their children to be like you.

Imagine that society sympathized with autistic people who killed their non-autistic family members because non-autistic people are considered burdens on their families.

Now, on top of all of that, imagine that you were considered weak, sensitive, and easily offended if you wanted one place where that didn’t happen.

If we can handle all that, then you can handle living with one of us.

The Writer Workout - 11 Minutes Keeping Your Word Count High and Your Calories Low

Writing is a stationary sport. And no one knows that quite like my butt.

The fact of the matter is, it’s a struggle for writers to maintain our health while also maintaining our word count. If you’re like me, you’ll be noticing your pants fit a little different after crunching for a deadline; and your back will sure let you know about it after NaNoWriMo.

We make time for writing, but working out or staying mobile is something that gets pushed to the back burner. Because, really, who wants to do that? I deserve to scroll through Tumblr a while longer or go curl up with a good book, not commit to an hour of jogging or twenty minutes of sit-ups.

Okay then, don’t commit to that.

Commit to 11 minutes.

Just. 11. Minutes.

I know, right?

I’m not talking about click-bait – there isn’t a plot twist. The only catch I could find in this workout regimen is that you have to stick to it. You don’t have to give up coffee or do a crazy amount of work or even extend the time later.

These 11 minutes can be placed before writing, during a break, or after writing; that’s the time it takes to reblog a handful of posts. You don’t even need to go to the gym or get equipment.

Hit CTRL + S on your document and step away from the writing desk for a minute to get a taste:

Step One:

  • Toe touching for two minutes

“Stand with your feet apart and your arms up. Now, bend over so that you can reach the floor with your fingertips and then rise and stretch backwards. Keep your legs straight, but do not strain.”

Step Two:

  • Sit-ups for one minute

“Lie on your back with your arms by your sides and with your feet about six inches apart. Sit up enough to enable you to see your heels. Your legs must remain straight and your head and shoulders must lift up from the floor. Return to the start position.”

Step Three:

  • Leg raising for one minute

“Lie on your front with your arms at your sides and with your palms under your thighs. Raise your head together with one leg. Return to the start position. Repeat with the other leg. Count once when the second leg is returned to the floor. Your legs must remain straight and you should lift the leg up so that it is separated from the palm.”

Step Four:

  • Push-ups for one minute

“Lie on your front with your hands placed under your shoulders and with your palms down on the floor. Keeping your knees on the floor, lift up your upper body by straightening your arms to their full extent. Bend your arms once more to lower yourself to the ground until your chest comes back into contact with the floor.”

Step Five – Only Six Minutes to Go

  • The stationary run and scissor step for six minutes

“The run: You count one step each time your left foot leaves the ground. You need to lift each foot at least four inches above the ground. Once you have counted out seventy-five steps, carry out ten scissor steps.

Scissor steps: Stand with your right leg placed forward and your other leg placed behind you. Your left arm should be extended at shoulder height forward and with your right one extended behind you. Now jump, reversing these positions.”

In 11 minutes, you have worked all the key parts of your body and now can reward yourself with Tumblr guilt-free. The FIT KIDS technique works for writers of all ages, even the fledgling ones, and is scalable to suit whatever level you’re at.

You can buy it at Amazon HERE to get more exercise techniques, charts explaining the workout in more detail, and tips on how to even get kiddos to jump in after your nap-time writing sprint if you’re a parent.

Do it to stay healthy; do it to get stronger and faster just like your characters; or do it so you can have an extra donut as a writing reward. I know that’s why I’m doing it.

30 Day Know Yourself Challenge

This challenge is one that will help you think creatively about yourself. It’s important to understand yourself as a person and as a being in this world. Really think about your answers and how you want to answer these questions.

Here’s my set up. I kept it pretty simple for this challenge.

1. Write your highs and lows of the past year. 

2. Three things you are terrified of. 

3. Write one sentence describing yourself.

4. Your favorite quote. 

5. Three ways to win your heart. 

6. Write what you want to say to someone who hurt you.

7. Describe your perfect spouse in five words.

8. List two weird things you do when you’re alone.

9. Write about something you miss. 

10. List six things that make you smile. 

11. Five pet peeves. 

12. Name a fictional character that is most like you and why.

13. Write one sentence describing your favorite place. 

14. List your top five favorite songs. 

15. Write about the importance of education. 

16. Describe your favorite color without saying it within two sentences.

17. Write about your best friend. 

18. Write your views on religion.

19. List your favorite places to eat. 

20. Write about what makes you nervous. 

21. List your top five favorite fictional characters.

22. Describe your dream job. 

23. Write your views on a topic that you are passionate about. 

24. Write about your earliest memory. 

25. List six interesting facts about yourself. 

26. Describe your favorite vacation memory. 

27. Name your favorite movie and describe it in one sentence. 

28. List your top five favorite non-fictional characters. 

29. Doodle a flower to relax. 

30. Describe a place you’d love to live. 

Imagine Your Otp

Person A is from a rich family, intelligent and has a sharp tongue. One day, they snuck out to the poor district, curious. They met Person B, strong and independent, who clearly hates the people of the rich district. Not knowing Person A’s real identity, they both became fast friends, running around on top of rooftops at night, stealing breads from vendors only to give them to the beggers and telling each other stories while laying side by side in the flower meadow.

Triplets - Smut

Warnings: NSFW Smut!!!!!!!!!

Pairing: StuartxReader

Word Count: 2.1k

Disclaimer: So this is a Stilinski Triplets smut and I tried so hard to make it good so I hope you love it. Ily!!! And Request!!!

Originally posted by teaaaaa-po

New school, new me, you thought to yourself. Pushing through the bulky blue rust covered doors of Beacon Hills High School. You thought to yourself that you would have never thought of moving during your senior of high school. But low and behold your parents picked the most utterly inconvenient time to move because that’s who they were, a big giant pain in the ass. Your life was great in L.A, you had friends, a boyfriend, and you were captain of the cheer team. So when you got the news that you were moving about 100 miles from your old home you were not too thrilled. So now you weren’t the popular one, or the smart one, or the cool one. You were just Y/n, no one knew you, and you knew no one.

First Period: English

Walking into the class you of course got the stares of many, which wasn’t a big deal if there wasn’t a pair of honey eyes staring at you as well. Whoever he was he was gorgeous, moles freckled around his jaw, hair quiffed in the perfect manner, and his eyes… his eyes were amazing. A blush spread throughout your cheeks at you trying not to look at him for too long.   The loud ringing of the bell startled you, and a loud voice of a not-so-pleasant sounding man roared from behind you. “Hey Blondie, what are you doing?” You didn’t understand why he had to yell. “Oh I’m new, I’m Y/n.” You handed him your schedule, his eye brows raised, “Alright, you sit behind Stilinski.” Turning forward, having really no clue who this ‘Stilinski’ person was. Turning back to “Coach” you asked who that was. “Stilinski raise your hand.” He says not even looking back up at you. When you turned around you were meet with not one, not two, but three hands in the air. They all looked alike but they all looked completely different at the same time. Your eyes widened at the sight of three boys in three completely different parts of the room, completely different outfits, and had completely different ways they were looking at you. The one on the far right next to the window, had a blue v-neck on, his hair was quiffed but not like the one you saw before his was more done up. He looked very nervous. The one in the middle back of the room, he had a beanie on, and his phone completely glued to his hand at all times. He tried to look like he couldn’t care less but it didn’t work you could see it in his eyes that he cared too much. The on the far left on the room, the honey eyed one, had a flannel on and a smirk on his face as you were looking at the other two boys.

“Which one?” You asked seriously, but the whole class erupted into laughter. Coaches yelling cause the commotion to calm down, “The one in the blue.” He said. The one in the blue, okay sure lets pick the one who looks like he’s about to throw up, why not. Strutting over to the desk behind him, he didn’t even give you a second look then went right back to his notebook, the page covered in x and o signifying that he was writing football plays.


 After a long four periods that surprisingly went very well. You had met some new girl friends who welcomed you in very quickly and all your classes were surprisingly really great. Walking into the lunch room you got a text from ‘Lydia’ who was one of the 4 girls you met during your third period class. The text read to meet them at one of the outside lunch table. When walking to them you could make out a figure that looked very familiar to you. The one guy who met your eyes with right as you walked into English class. Getting closer you could see that his arm was draped around Lydia so you obviously couldn’t go for that anymore. But that’s okay the other two intrigued you more. Lydia introduced you to everybody that was at the table which included: Lydia, Allison, Kira, Malia, Scott, Stiles, Liam, and Issac. They were all really nice and made you feel right at home. Your curiosity got the best of you and you had to ask, “So you and your brothers are triplets?” It caught him off guard but only for a second, then he laughed out. “Yeah Stuart and Thomas. There my brothers, obviously.” He laughed again. You couldn’t help but ask another question, “So which ones which?” He and the others started to go on and on about the two boys, Thomas was athletic and popular, while Stuart inherited the brains and wit, so did Stiles but Stuart go more of it. Also Stiles claimed he got the looks even though they all looked the same. But he insisted. And Stuart was the one with his phone glued to his fingers and Thomas was the one who looked like he was about to throw up looking at you. This otta be interesting. The last 4 classes were great and no triplets in them, but Gym was my very last period and that had Thomas in it. But all was normal, or so you thought.

The next day:

 Was like any other, you got to first period English and instantly Stiles insisted to be your partner for the group project, which you were really happy about because you could hang out with him and get the deeds on his brothers. Which you have found an attraction to. After the period you and Stiles discussed that you would be meeting at his house to finish the project. You were quiet happy about that because you wanted to check them out and learn little more about all of them. The bell rang signaling you for your next class, yours and Stiles stuff was strung out all over the two desks so you both were the last two out of the class room. “Where are you going?” He questioned. “Chemistry.” You said with an eye role which made him laugh. Stiles was cool but totally not the type of guy you were looking for. His attention went from you, too his brother Thomas. “Hey ass-hat bring back my Lacrosse stick.” His brother just gave him an eye role. “See you later; I’ll text you if anything comes up.”  And then he was off, this was about to be an interesting night.

Knock, Knock, Knock:

Three steady knocks on the wood door with the mail box besides it read; “Stilinski”. Your heart was pounding and you were hoping and praying that Stiles would be the one to open the door. The click of the lock and the yank of the door almost made you want to pass out. And of course not, of course it wasn’t Stiles. Stuart stood in front of you with his school outfit hanging off of him. He was definitely the cockiest Stilinski boy. He always had the ‘I’m-better-than-you look’ all the time and this time he was looking at you and it wasn’t any different. “Hi.” You said sheepishly and shy. “Can I help you?”  He spat back, your shy left your body and your bitch came right out to play. “Yeah actually I’m looking for Stiles, so if you could go and get him that would be peachy, thanks.” His face softened and he almost looked hurt. Almost. “Yeah well he’s not here.” He walked away from the wide opened door. “You’re welcome to wait if you’d like.”  He said plopping onto the sofa that looked like the leather was from the late seventies. The house was nice; but you could tell only boys lived there because of the mess evrywhere.

After about the most awkward hour of your life, you decided to go home, Stiles wasn’t answering his phone, and you were just about done with the small talk with Stuart. “I’m going to go because I’m obviously just an annoyance to you.” He chuckled deeply. And something tinged in your core. “Where you going baby? We had so much more to talk about.” Right as you turned around to say a snarky comment, you were met with pair of two big brown eyes and soft pink lips. He was close to you, to close, you tried to back up but your back was suddenly met with the door behind you. His warm breath casketed onto your face and in that moment you have never felt more safe and secure. “You know, you should be a little nicer to me, you are in my house after all.” You could tell he was nervous but excited. And you could also tell this wasn’t his first time with a girl because he knew all the right moves. “Make me.” You spoke out into a silent whisper. After that your legs were wrapped around his waist and dirty make out session was in place. You could tell he was walking up the stairs, because he had an even tighter hold than he did before on your ass. The kiss ended when both of you had to catch your breath. You were in his room now, the slightly messy but organized space fuelled your imagination and you could help but think, ‘this guy must be really smooth to get me in here so fast’. “Now we want to play naughty? Or, do we want to play nice?” He spoke. He was hot, like really hot, there was always this gorgeous smirk plastered on his face, he made your heart melt even though you have only known him for a few days. “What ever you want honey, you’re the boss, I mean this is your house isn’t it?” You spoke low with the sexiest voice you could find yourself doing. A low growl came from him, and then he lunged at you taking his shirt off in the process.

Tangled limbs left you both in just your underwear. His mouth started to travel down the valley of your boobs, and make his way to your stomach. The hickies he left on you were a dark lilac color and were in every spot noticeable. When he got to your pussy he wasted no time ripping off your undies and eating you out like it was his last meal. “Fuck Stuart.” You screamed when your orgasm came crashing down onto you. Your whole body shook from the enormous amount of pleasure, and you were sure you had never cum that hard in your life. “Wow baby girl that was hot, but no time for sex cause Thomas is almost home and when I fuck you, I want to hear you scream.” With that he helped you get dressed. Apologizing for ripping your underwear and claiming he will buy you knew ones. As the two of you got dressed and down the stairs stopping at every second to kiss and touch on another. He walked you too your car and said your good bye’s. He was sweet and gentle appose to being rough and dominating just five minute’s earlier. You knew that wouldn’t be the last time you two did that.

The next day:

All you remember from getting home was: eating some leftover cold pizza and crashing in your room half naked. So when you woke up in the morning half late from school you didn’t even bother looking in your mirror. You threw on the sexiest casual outfit you had and grabbed your makeup bag and headed out the door. Lydia was honking for a good ten minutes, before you actually made it out side. And she made sure to lecture you about waking up on time. You did your makeup on the ride there, and you thought you looked pretty good. When walking through the halls, you got some strange looks from a few people. You had no clue why but you continued on your way to your locker to get your stuff. Opening it and placing your bad inside, you felt a presence to the left on you and you turned to look that way. Thomas stood there in a simple white tee and some kaki joggers on looking as ‘fuck boyie’ as ever. “So how was my Brother?” You were taken aback for a bit. But then cooled down and asked calmly. “How do you know about that?” You raise your eye brows at him and he lets out a loud chuckle. “I heard you two, and it’s not hard to tell considering you have his signature hickie on your neck.” You panicked and looked into your locker mirror, there was one hickie just to the left of your neck and now you knew why they were all looking at you. You might as well just wrote ‘I had sex’ on your forehead with how obvious it was. Thomas walked away leaving you in shock and confused on how he knew, he wasn’t even home. Or so you thought.

Oh Hell No.


Image descriptions in the captions.

This is why I pay Adobe $30 a month for Photoshop. 

Pretty much all of these puns were made by the amazing @ace-pergers-pigeon. All of the art is by @disasterscenario, with the hopefully obvious exception of Miasma, which was drawn by me. (Why yes, I do go to art school. Glad you noticed the years of training  that went into that painting.) 

BTW if you want to print these out and give them to people for some reason, if you click on them to enlarge the original files are 4x6 at 300 dpi for your high quality low-res printing pleasure. 

things to say to a NT when (2/?)

they experience some kind of tragic loss/event:

-sorry about that
-hope it gets figured out
-hope u figure it out
-hope you feel better
-hope things turn up for u
-that sucks
-hope u feel better
-hope they feel better
-hope everything turns around

timing (jughead jones x reader)


pairing: jughead jones x reader

word count: 956

request: hello i love your blog and i hope your week has been wonderful and i hope your next one will be as well!! also, may i request a jughead x reader (i just lóve him) in which the reader is a lot like audrey hepburn and juggy likes her a lot but doesnt feel good enough for her and then they get drunk off of red wine and the reader maybe lits up a cig and juggy watches her and then just whispers “dear god i love you” but the reader hears it? i hope you understand thank you so much 💞

He noticed something the first time he looked at you: a type of grace that flowed through your limbs, charismatic highs and lows to your voice, and the way you dressed like a cross between Betty and Veronica. “Has anyone ever told you you’re like someone out of a movie?” He asked you, sitting across from you in the booth at Pops.

You shrugged. “I’ve heard some things like that.”

You were instantly great friends, but unfortunately for him, he was not the only one to notice something when they looked at you. You caught a lot of people’s attention, but Jughead liked to think that they just noticed how you looked, or the way you walked, or something simple. Meanwhile, he noticed everything— your care for others, the way you spoke out even when your voice broke, the way you could be both so determined and playful, everything.

He felt like he wasn’t good enough for you and figured he should just leave you alone so he didn’t develop a weird obsession. But he never did develop an obsession, and something magnetized you to each other so neither of you felt like you could let go even if you tried. You had the same classes, the same group of friends, and took up the same space.

“I got us something,” You pulled out a bottle of red wine, and two plastic cups, and Jughead laughed— a deep, full, throwing-your-head-back laugh.

The space you were currently taking up was the roof of the shack at the drive-in. It was the last night it would be open, and Jughead probably should have been more afraid of the fact than he currently was, but you were a good distraction. Or maybe it wasn’t you that was distracting him, and it was actually the alcohol you had smuggled and shared.

“You know, I’m really sad about this place being demolished, and I haven’t even been here that long.” You sighed. “So I can only imagine how you feel.”

“I feel just fine,” Jughead insisted sarcastically.

“Protesting, meeting with the mayor, only things a very fine person would do,” You agreed back, a slight grin on your face.

“Yeah,” Jughead breathed, trying not to get caught up in your smile, and the way you may or may not have just called him very fine.

“Well, there’s only one thing to do when you’re sad,” You turned back to rummage through your bag.

“I thought we were already doing that,” Jughead raised his red-wine-filled plastic cup.

“Maybe for the blues, but nowhere near enough for the mean reds,” You firmly stated.

With that sentence it clicked in Jughead’s mind who you reminded him of— Audrey Hepburn. Yet somehow, when you pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, he was surprised. “Really?”

You lit the cigarette and took a long, biologically suicidal, aesthetically pleasing drag. “You don’t know everything about me, Jones. Though you’ve gotten surprisingly close.”

It was ridiculous how much every little thing you did enchanted him, and he smirked incredulously. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe you were real— you had many flaws, and they were evident to him, and he didn’t condone the lung cancer but it sure was a surprising trait. “God, I’m in love with you,” He murmured to himself, figuring you wouldn’t hear him, as you usually didn’t once it became this late, and he became this desperate.

“What?” You snapped your head towards him abruptly, not believing your ears.

“I—“ Jughead was about to clumsily attempt to cover up his excuse, but you didn’t seem as intoxicated as usual, and he figured that if you were going to be brave and passionate all the time— he should try to be, too. He paused for a moment, swallowing hard until he just said it— “I’m in love with you.”

“You sure that’s not just the…” You gestured to his wine cup. “Mean reds talking?”

“I’m sure. I know. I am in love with you, (Y/N).” He said it with conviction— now that it was already out there, it was easy to say it over and over, and it felt right. It felt good, and he wanted to say it a million times.

You were taken aback by his sudden shift in nature. “Well, I’ve never heard anyone say it to me like that before.”

“What do you mean?” He moved closer to you. “Say it how?“


“So…?” Jughead trailed, still awaiting a response.

You looked to the big screen for a moment, and noticed it was almost over. You grabbed Jughead by the hand and stood up, pulling him up with you. You saw he still had a fearful look on his face. “Don’t worry,” You assured him. “I’m just waiting for something.”

“For what?” He asked, moving closer to you, his arms circled around your waist now, holding you close despite your lack of reciprocation.

As soon as the movie’s end music began, you pressed your lips against his suddenly. You took off his beanie with one hand, the other running your fingers through it, pulling at his hair as he moaned into your mouth. When you pulled away, you gasped a little. When he starred into your eyes deeply, you turned your head to see the words “the end” showing on the screen. “Timing,” you whispered, pressing the beanie into is chest. You saw him hold it there above his heart with both hands, wonderstruck, before turning on your heel and walking away from him.

You liked him, but you didn’t love him— it was always harder than that to get an Audrey-Hepurn-esque girl to fall in love with you. But you smiled, knowing that in time, you would.

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Uranus In The Houses

Uranus In The 1st House: unconventional appearance and attitude towards life; you may switch up your fashion preferences and hairstyle very often. you prefer to go with the flow and take everything as it comes

Uranus In The 2nd House: unconventional finances; you may find yourself bringing in an income through non-traditional manners and experimenting with different ways of making money

Uranus In The 3rd House: unconventional intellectual abilities; you may possess an intricate mind and you are always thinking outside of the box. your thoughts can potentially be perceived as shocking or unacceptable

Uranus In The 4th House: unconventional home; you may have a chaotic, high-strung family and you find solace in your bizarre home life. you feel as though you are the black sheep in your family

Uranus In The 5th House: unconventional creativity; your passionate streaks come in waves - some are high and some are low. you may rebel in an energetic way and create your own rules to life

Uranus In The 6th House: unconventional work habits; you may do things in an oddly specific way and you confuse others because you seem calculated, but you don’t necessarily know what your plans are beforehand. you have various routines

Uranus In The 7th House: unconventional relationships; you are either a wildly eccentric partner, or you look for a partner who lives up to your eccentric ideals - maybe both. you do not want to be controlled or dependent on approval

Uranus In The 8th House: unconventional profundity; you do not seem to judge anyone or anything, which makes you tolerant but also hard to read. you may find a safe place in darkness. you’re emotionally nonchalant and take care of your problems alone

Uranus In The 9th House: unconventional philosophies; you may rebel against the convictions of others and follow your own unpredictable journey, uncovering personal truths firsthand. you like to explore the weirdness of this world

Uranus In The 10th House: unconventional goals; you are intensely free-spirited and you refuse to conform to society’s expectations of what you should be. you may seek a career that is obscure or difficult to attain

Uranus In The 11th House: unconventional friendships; you give your friends the freedom to do as they please and to act as they please. you welcome unusual elements into your life. you bring people together and embrace your quirks

Uranus In The 12th House: unconventional spirituality; you may have a great understanding of the universe and you tend to have erratic fantasies/dreams, as well as artistic talents that are impossible to define

BTS REACTS TO: their s/o loving their flat chest

Anon Asked: can i get a bts reacts to their s/o being super proud of her flat chest? like she never wears a bra, constantly rocking sideboob, loves wearing plunge neck tops/dresses, etc.

So from what I understand, you want a BTS reaction to me? - Admin Dayna


In the beginning of the relationship, he’d steal glances, making up his face, trying to cover you up. You were his jagiya! Only he could see you like that! It was just far too much skin! After a while, he learned to back off and let you dress and do as you pleased. It’s a bold move for you to be walking around as the living embodiment of #FreeTheNip, and much as Jin was an avid fan of you and your body, he’d low key but honestly high key still wanted you to cover up - especially when the boys were around or whenever you went out in public. He’d praise your outfit, but then slide a suggestion that’s a bit more on the modest side.

“Ahh~! You look gorgeous, jagi~”

“Don’t you think it’ll be a little chilly?”

“You should probably wear a jacket over that. Just in case.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

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