The Eleventh Hour so far has my favorite storytelling from Griffin! So here’s a pseudo-movie poster ehuehueue
Had to do another illustration for our Fantasy Illust class and our prof gave me the go signal to draw TAZ again as long as I found good face refs for them. B^) I based Magnus, Taako and Merle on John Spainhour, Paul Boche, and Brian Cox respectively!
mix all of them together and apply all over your face. Leave on for 10 to 15 minutes and wash your face with hot water.
(this one soothe skin and calm breakouts and irritation. And the best hangover cure)
mix 1 teaspoon of sea salt (use sea salt not table salt) with 3 tsp of hot water (if you use minarel water it would be better) in a bowl or cup stir until the sea salt is dissolved. mix in 2 tsp of aloe vera gel. Apply all over your face, leave on for 10 minutes and wash it gently.
(this one helps cleanse, soothe skin and reduce allergy symptoms)
2 tsp honey,1 tsp plain yogurt, 1 or 2 drop coconut oil, 1 drop lavender oil
mix them together and apply your face, leave on for 15 minutes and wash your face.
(this one calm breakouts, heals withered skin.rehydrates and renews skin)
1 tbsp milk, ¼ ripe avacado, 1 tsp oatmeal
mix them together and apply all over your face leave on for 15 to 20 minutes and wash your face with cold water.
“Acceptance” as a part of emotional healing means “acceptance that this is where you are, and all positive progress will stem from this point in time, you cannot move forward from some imaginary point in the past or future, you can only begin from where you actually are.”
It does not mean “you need to learn to regard the shit situation you were/are in as acceptable.”
That shit that happened/is happening to you? That is merely the reality of what has happened/is happening. Your goal is not to say “it’s okay”, to forgive, to say “this situation is fine”. You NEVER have to say those things if you don’t want to, and you SHOULDN’T say those things if they are not true, it will not make things go any faster.
Your goal is to be able to say “WELP, here’s where we are, in Bullshit City. I guess we start from here.”
Acceptance is a realistic assessment of where you are and a willingness to begin from there. It is a recognition that old patterns, whether positive or negative, cannot or do not have to continue.
And it’s not a 100% all-or-nothing thing. Some days you will be a lot more level than others. Some days you will be really angry or sad about what happened/what you lost/what is happening. That’s okay. But on many and eventually most days you will be a lot more focused on the future, and what you can do. And believe me, that is SUCH a huge relief.
Soooo, if someone is encouraging you to think of “acceptance” solely as “contentment” or “totally at peace”, they are approaching it wrong, in a very not-helpful way.
If you are struggling, maybe it will help you to see that this important recovery stage is not an insultingly tall hurdle you have to jump with a smile on your face and perfect gracefulness.
It is merely an end to foundering because you have found your new solid ground. It will be a quiet, messy thing, and it may sneak up on you, but it will come. And from there, you can go in many different directions. New ones. Ones you never imagined.
If you aren’t there yet, keep going. Fight and scream and cry if you have to. All that shit is necessary shit! Do what you gotta do! Just keep slogging, and try to hold on to the fact that eventually, even if you don’t feel like it, you’ll get there.
The bad stuff will never be “okay”. But YOU can be. YOU can be okay. You WILL be.
big groups of friends, action films, sugary popcorn, creamy drinks, the scent of sweet caramel, the colour navy blue, play fighting, sleeping really late, taking risks, the company of best friends, the cutest expressions.
peaceful train rides, repeating songs, dark captivating eyes, silky hair, the taste of newly opened soda, smiling at strangers, daydreaming, grey scale with bright colours, high fiving friends.
the feel of fresh paper, the taste and scent of dark chocolate, sarcastic replies, expressive eyes, bright emotions, gentle touches, kisses on the hand, warm scarves, fingerless gloves.
soft sweaters, the scent of coffee, smooth clean hair, pale skin, vanilla, pattens in the stars, beautiful silence, holding hands, gorgeous eyes, cuddling, golden light, evening time, a good book, the colours brown and red.
warm sunlight, the feel of sand on your feet, the colours yellow and blue, cloudless skies, shining smiles, loose ponytails, freedom, ice cream on a hot day, playing childish games with friends.
prolonged eye contact, comforting whispers, soft cheek kisses, quiet music, late night talking, warm blankets, the scent of a new book, shy smiles, rain against a window, steely grey sky, heavy rain clouds, blue jeans.
cups of steaming tea, fluffy hair, sweet licorice, big heavy hoodies, sci-fi novels and series, silly faces, dark lighting, the colour silver, messy beds, sleeping through alarms, the scent of s fresh morning.
little inside jokes, hugs with friends, kisses on the neck, hues of green, dew-sprinkled grass, playful nudges, cheesy selfies, carving into trees, the scent of a forest.
the flicker of street lights at night, the gentle hum of cars in the distance, long and warm laughter, shorts and loose clothing, the cool midnight air, adrenaline rushes, short giggles, linking arms.
the scent of fresh fruit, neon colours, bright sunrises, singing slow songs, tracing patterns out of clouds, sweet ice popsicles, fuzzy socks, accidental hand touches, a glass of refreshing fruit juice.
clean pillows, hair in buns, a sip of fresh water on a warm day, amazing friendships, first crushes, the scent of coconut, showering in the morning, modern design.
running with the wind on your face, perfect grins, seashells, drawing on rocks with chalk, painting in to wet sand, bright hair, soft sea foam, pastel colours, little secret gifts, surprise tickles.
Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.
“Fuck off asking me that. Or I’ll slam your face into the lockers.”
Dorian held his hands up, weaving in and out of the students crowding the hallway. He wanted to push the subject more, to find out how he could help her even in the slightest way. But he knew Manon. She would actually throw him against the lockers if he asked her that question one more time.
Class has just ended, so the hallways were packed with students as they caught up with friends or made their way to their lockers. Manon and Dorian had just got out of French class themselves when he offered to walk her to her locker.
Truthfully, he was worried about her. He didn’t know what it was, but that was just something about Manon that seemed off. There was an underlying emotion that clouded her eyes, sometime Dorian couldn’t place. Plus, she was being… harsher than normal.
He had a feeling that something happened at the party, because something always happened at parties. But he knew Manon wasn’t going to let up anytime soon. The only way he was going to know what had happened was if she told him. And by the looks of it, that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.
“I keep better time during hockey season,” Jack tells him once. “Easier to track a life in wins and losses than in idle days, eh?”
And Nursey can definitely relate, but he definitely doesn’t say so. Not when Bitty gets that look on his face at overhearing the conversation, like what Jack’s just said is the saddest thing to ever be uttered. The hockey robot who can’t quite human the way he should.
The thing is that Nursey is his own kind of robot, if he’s honest with himself. Which he tries not to be anymore. “Honesty” usually packs a punch that he would rather not suffer through if he can help it.
Robot Nursey is very good at projecting the appearance of a person that is the polar opposite of the person all of his internal thoughts and emotions want him to be. He can compartmentalize nearly any situational response that goes against this outward ruse. And he can neatly divide his own life up into a series of challenges that his careful mask has faced, and a collection of coping mechanisms to go with them.