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wonwooslibrary · 4 months

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svt as boyfriends ♡ seungkwan edition

member: seungkwan x gn!reader genre: fluff, bullet points, established relationship word count: 834 summary: seungkwan's boyfriend things <3 warnings: mentions of kissing & mentions of food author's note: today is a sad day :( happy moonbin day & i hope he is resting in peace. in honor of moonbin day and woozi releasing what kind of future, here is some small seungkwan things to cheer everyone up. please take care of yourself!

He is the soft and cuddly teddy bear boyfriend and I love him for it

There is this one guy on TikTok who like…gets dressed in front of the camera and shows his outfits as a plus-size man and istg that is Seungkwan’s vibe and !!!

He also gives coffee dates and light academia and book boyfriends

Quality Time

Loves scrolling through social media with you before bed

Dates! Oh gosh he loves taking you out and getting boba or ice cream :3

Seungkwan’s definitely a big fan of watching a series with you too - like you would go to Netflix or something and find something you both want to watch but haven’t started yet and it becomes YOUR show

Prefers to go out and explore with you rather than stay in (he’s an extrovert, what can I say?)

Loves teaching you things he loves! Like, for example, he would try to teach you a Wonder Girls dance and you guys would have so much fun with it

Also loves being with you in moments of sadness - you’re his person and you make him feel strong, so he’s not ashamed to be with you and cry around you

At first, he would be super embarrassed to meet your friends, but after a while, they’d love him and he would be more comfortable around them

Words of Affirmation

Is always saying stuff like “You worked so hard!” or “I’m so happy that you are the one I get to spend my life with”

I feel like he is very picky with his nicknames…like he would never use food related ones like “cutie pie” because they are overused, but he would love something like “sweetheart” brb sobbing

Seems to enjoy receiving compliments too! Like you tell him that you loved the singing cover that he did and he’ll scream

Also uses songs and lyrics as a way to express his love for you! Nothing fits more than music

Was really shy when you first got together and would blush any time you spoke to him or even looked in his direction

Totally keeps a photo of you guys as his lockscreen on his phone, but one that he edits with cute stickers (aka he always places his phone screen-up so if someone asks about it he can talk about how much he loves you)

Physical Touch

HE LOVES CUDDLES

He is a clingy bf but in the way that if he has the chance to cozy up with you under a soft blanket with a movie playing in the background, he totally would go for it

Loves when you play with his hair, but always manages to mess yours up and then feel super bad about it

If he wants a kiss or something and you say no, he’ll be really pouty and sad about it until you agree, but of course with that look on his face, you can’t say no for too long!

At the beginning of your relationship, he would try to hold your hand but get embarrassed but you love it

Rests his head on your shoulder a lot :(

Man survives on back rubs and hugs

Acts of Service

Loves turning on the shower or setting up a cozy bath for you <3

Always offers you his coat when you go on walks together because he is afraid of you getting sick

If you’re in pain or sick he’ll always do small things like brushing or tying your hair up, tying your shoes or even zipping your coat up

Asks if you’re drinking water and making sure to eat throughout the day because it makes him sad when you forget and then are living off of snacks

Likes making you calming tea before bed and makes sure that you take your vitamins/medication every morning/night

In the winter, he’d always shovel or clean off your car for you, so you don’t have to get up early and do it because he knows how much rest you need :(((

Always sends good morning and good night texts when you are apart, just to let you know that he is thinking about you

Gift Giving

LOVES giving you his hoodies, as it makes him feel warm on the inside he’s so cute

Also loves the idea of having those matching hoodies or phone cases, but when you tell him that those are too embarrassing, he’ll settle for something small like just wearing the same colors scheme or having matching bear keychains

Makes you playlists when he finds a lot of songs that: he wants to show you, reminds him of you, or makes him feel strong emotions

If he goes on any trip without you, he’ll always bring you back something cute, like a seashell or a snowglobe

Goes all out for your birthday or holidays that you celebrate - he is not afraid to spend hundreds of dollars on squishmallows if that is what you like

He’s a simp when it comes to gift giving

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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wooahaes · 7 months

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sturdy leaves

pairing: non-idol!dino x gn!reader

genre: fluff + established relationship au. reader (+ seungkwan) is an elementary school teacher.

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: reader is referred to as 'pretty' once (due to the look on their face).

daisy's notes: m... men... being loving........ collapses onto ground.

Chan sat on the ground with you, sitting on a blanket because the cold autumn ground was awful to sit on, and realized just how much he loved you. When you’d turned down his offer to go out this morning because you had work to do… He’d merely offered to come keep you company. He had listened to the soft hum you let out, phone pressed warmly against his ear, and waited. He waved away Seungkwan before he could tease him for the sappy expression on his face, and made his way toward the kitchen.

“I’m collecting leaves for my kids arts and crafts projects this week,” you’d said after a moment. “It’s not exactly fun work. It’s kinda cold out, too—”

“I’ll do it!” He had said immediately, “I’ll come help you.”

Seungkwan had muttered something about how whipped Chan was for you. Chan merely ignored him this time. Normally, it’d make him bicker: at least I’m dating someone! which would be met with at least I get to see them every day, because Seungkwan never let Chan live without knowing that the two of you wouldn’t have met without him. But Chan disappeared into his room, immediately bundling up. You’d told him to come to the park to find leaves with you, and he was there as fast as he could.

He’d leaned against you a little, sorting through a pile of leaves you’d swept up together. Chan liked to watch how careful you were in picking out leaves for your elementary school students. He’d tried to be picky, too: nothing too small, or too limp, or too broken, or too… well, weak? The ones that were perfect for stepping on because they crumbled immediately with that beautiful crunch. They needed to be sturdy, and Chan had already broken a few while searching through.

“So… What are you doing with them?”

“Making little ghosts,” you hummed. “We’ll paint them white together and draw on little faces.”

It sounded cute. “Is that all?”

You dropped another golden leaf into your bag. “Seungkwan’s making the owls for our class, too. And I think we’re going to have them trace leaves, too, for this watercolor art thing.” You paused after a moment. “You could come by after school and see.”

He smiled a little to himself. “Really?”

“The kids are so creative, y’know,” you already had this fond, sweet smile on your face that Chan longed to kiss. There was always something so tender in your voice whenever you talked about your students. Sure, you had your complaints sometimes, but you (and Seungkwan: Chan saw that same spark in him, too) loved your job wholeheartedly. “I always like doing crafts with them,” you said. “We get to teach them about the seasons and leaves changing… and create some cute things for the classroom, too.”

Sometimes… Chan wished that he was the one teaching alongside you. But honestly, he was glad you and Seungkwan had each other to fall back onto. Chan liked being outside of that world, always right there to give you an escape from all of it. He’d helped you grade multiple choice tests and quizzes before, always happy to press a sticker onto them whenever applicable. Hell, he liked buying you more stickers to use on your students’ work. There was something so endearing about how happy you’d get, always thrilled to see that he’d been thinking about you. But he was glad to exist outside of the world itself, happy to talk to you about whatever project was going on at his own work—you’d always said you liked hearing about other adult problems after spending so many hours with kids and your fellow teachers.

“I’d love to,” Chan said after a moment. “I like seeing what the kids make.”

“You don’t have to lie,” you teased. “You like seeing me.”

He chuckled, “I love seeing you. I like seeing the craft-things. There’s a difference.”

You leaned in to steal a quick kiss. “I know,” you hummed. “I just like to hear you say it.”

Only for you to pull away from him the moment you heard a kid’s voice yell out in recognition, one of your students having spotted you while out with her dad. She’s already taken off running toward you, and you rose to greet her. The man immediately grew flustered as he scooped her into his arms, promptly apologizing to you—she was excitable, and there was something else about how you were one of her favorite teachers ever.

Chan just smiled to himself as he watched you crouch down a little, talking politely to your student while showing her one of the leaves you’d collected. “Isn’t it pretty?”Yeah. That kind look on your face was pretty. And Chan would sneak a picture of it whenever he could, just so he could commit it entirely to memory.

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pleaseeeimjustagirl · 3 months

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Becoming That Girl In School

♡ Time management is key! For academic success. Most of us are taking 4-6 classes in total and that is a lot especially when you have assignments, tests, and projects. You need to manage your time so you don't feel overwhelmed. An app that I personally use to create my schedule is structured I've spoken about this app before in many different posts. I have the pro version I recommend purchasing the pro version because you get more tools to help you plan out your schedule.

♡ Organization. I use my MacBook for note-taking in my classes so I have individual folders for every class. If you use notebooks or a binder organize it so you can keep up with every assignment that is due. To make it more fun get colored notebooks, highlighters, colored pens, and stickers.

♡ Limit procrastination. Do not wait until the night before to get started on an assignment I used to do this a lot and it caused a lot of stress. Now I have implemented work blocks I select two days out of the week where I sit and do homework for 3 hours. During this time I put my phone on Do Not Disturb, I let my family know I'm busy, and I’ll usually have a YouTube video playing to keep me interested. This has helped me complete all homework assignments so im not doing homework every day and reduce stress.

♡ Studying and tutoring. If you know you are struggling with a certain topic study or go to tutoring. Especially if your school offers free tutoring you should take advantage of that. I struggle with math and this semester I am taking a math class. I started tutoring recently and it has been such a good tool I got help on my homework and I gained more knowledge. If you have a friend who is good at a certain subject become study buddies. To romanticize studying go to a cute cafe, grab a coffee or pastry, sit, and study.

♡ Get a good amount of sleep. No more late nights when you know you have class at 8 am! Our brains need sleep make sure you are sleeping at night when you learn to manage your time you will be able to find time for the fun things you want to do during the day so at night you're not up trying to make up for lost time. Sleep is super important when you are well-rested you can focus in class. I have a bedtime some nights it is different depending on my class schedule but I try to at least get 6 hours of sleep a night.

♡ Reset day. Find a day during the week when you can reset. During this day you will not work on any assignments you will focus on self-care. Sleeping if you need to rest, going to get a facial or doing one at home, binge-watching your favorite show. Make this day all about you and what you want. That day for me is Sunday I love Sundays I have no classes or work so I can stay home resting and pampering myself when Tuesday comes I am ready for my school week to start.

These are a few tips that have been making this semester so much easier for me<3 We are almost close to 300 followers we literally just hit 200!!! Thank you to everyone who has been supporting my blog and welcome to my new girliesss! Comment or click the “lets chat babes” button to submit any topics you want me to discuss or any advice you might need loveee you girliessss muah <3

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princelythirsts · 10 months

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How to Get Selfship Merch and Art with Low or NO Budget

*Okay, kinda misleading title as many of these are DIY but they can be cheap or free depending what materials you have access to. These are just some basic ideas I hope will inspire people to try their own things.

Feel free to add any ideas you have, too!

Things you can get/make for free

Picrew / Dressup games

I’ve seen some couple/romance picrews before!

I don’t always find the options I want in Picrews (ie body type) but you can always edit them using free software like Autodesk sketchbook, gimp, etc

Wallpapers

If your f/o is popular, you might be able to find some good phone/desktop wallpapers by searching online

Edits

There’s free apps for editing selfies where you can put in a photo and add in filters, stickers, etc. (Not my area of expertise, also may not work as well with animated f/o’s)

Free apps for video editing - I see a lot of edits on Youtube and Tiktok for example

Making silly edits where you put your ship into existing memes

Free art?! - Artists doing art requests / free art for experimental purposes

(Search for “art requests: open”, only ask if people offer first)

Free art?! - You can draw whatever you want, whenever you want

Apologies if that sounds condescending, but that’s often the thought that motivates me to draw selfship art when I do. No one can stop me from drawing myself kissing my f/o!

If this is daunting, try breaking it down into smaller steps. Search for tutorials on how to draw your f/o, or how to draw romantic scenes, etc.

Misc arts & crafts!

Whatever you have on hand you could make - especially in your f/o’s colors! Or things you associate with your ship

Sometimes schools and libraries have free events where they let people make things free of charge - check out your local library’s site! They’re always open for feedback, you can email suggestions for events.

I’ve seen events where they let you paint, make friendship bracelets, make buttons with their button machine, etc

For example my uni had a “destress from finals” event where you could make bracelets with plastic beads (like kandi?), and I made one with my friend’s f/o’s name and color scheme.

Things you can get/make for cheap

Keychains! Get one of those keychains where you can put a photo in, print out or draw a pic of your beloved, and put that bad boy in there

A lil character shrine! It doesn’t have to be huge

A good place to start could be a photo of the character and little trinkets you associate with them. Like an eraser shaped like their favorite animal or a candle in a scent that reminds you of them.

#thirsty ramblings #proship selfship #selfship community #selfship memes #selfship prompt

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taizi · 10 months

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So lil request if ya feel up for it :-}

★ A story about Mikey's brothers finding out about his and Woody's secret relationship(?). Like, maybe it can be that one of them are going through Mikey's phone and they see his camera roll full of photos of him and Woody !! Or like they walk in on the two cuddling asleep or something idk :-0

Do whatever U want 💖

i went with rise on this one. i missed those guys :')

read on ao3

Don slams into the infirmary with a shout of, “LEO! Leoleoleoleoleoleo!”

“Congratulations, my name just sounds like noise to me now,” Leo replies drolly, as if he’s not ecstatic to have company. Sure, Raph had been camped beside his bed up until like ten minutes ago, but a lot can happen in ten minutes.

As if to prove it, Don shoves a phone into Leo’s face. “Michael—our Michael—has a boyfriend.”

Leo sits up so fast he feels it in his entire body, an ache radiating down his spine like it’s a gong that just got rung.

“You’re lying!”

“I would never lie to you,” Donnie says, his tone a weird mix of agitated and absolutely giddy.

Such a gossip, Leo thinks fondly.

Don piles onto the bed, still careful of Leo’s broken bones but a far cry from the cautious, mincing way he climbs in lately for their Youtube video essay marathons or vent sessions. Leo might have to orchestrate more tantalizing secrets for his nosy twin to uncover if it stops him treating Leo like something glass that’s about to break.

Shoulder to shoulder, Donnie holds the phone where they both can see it. Now that Leo’s looking at it properly, he clocks the glittery sticker-covered military-grade phone case and says, “Oh, no. Tello, you didn’t. Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t steal his phone.”

“It’s called the Freedom of Information Act.”

“That does not apply here!” Leo is torn between horror—because Mikey is objectively terrifying—and glee—because Donnie is an absolute menace and he loves to see it.

“Agree to disagree. I could have just cloned his phone onto a new device but where’s the pizzazz? Anyway—”

He brings up Mikey’s camera roll, scrolling through dozens of post-invasion celebratory selfies and candids, past a few scattered pics of Mikey’s own cooking and digital art (and Leo makes a mental note to revisit that, because there aren’t as many of those as there ought to be) and finally making an “ah-HAH” sound under his breath, tapping on a particular picture to blow it up.

It’s a selfie taken at arm’s length of two faces squished together to fit the frame. One face belongs to Leo’s little brother, caught mid-laugh. The other one is distinctly human, almost lost in a haphazard cloud of yellow curls and turned sideways to plant a kiss on Mikey’s spotted cheek.

Leo finds himself smiling involuntarily. Mikey looks happy. It’s cute.

Of course, if Mikey thinks he can have a whole-ass secret boyfriend and get away with it, he’s got another thing coming. Not when he has three older brothers and an older sister who have been waiting their entire lives for this moment.

“This doesn’t prove they’re dating,” he points out, mostly just to play devil's advocate. “Maybe they’re super affectionate friends. The five of us do cheek- and forehead-kisses on occasion, too.”

“Mm-hmm, yes, I thought you might say that, and I am, of course, prepared to offer more evidence.”

Donnie taps out of the photo gallery and brings up Mikey’s messaging app. He scrolls for a bit, past the sibling group chat, April, their own names, Raph, their dads—even Rupert, what the hell?—and then, right beneath Piebald and before Casey Sr., is a text thread with a contact simply, and tellingly, labeled babe💛.

On pure reflex, Leo smacks the phone out of Don’s hand before he can open the thread.

“So what we’re not about to do is read his texts to and from his boyfriend,” he says, very deliberately, so a single world won’t be misconstrued.

“I wasn’t gonna,” Donnie mumbles, in a tone that suggests that he was, in fact, gonna.

Leo picks up the phone and goes back to the picture. He checks the timestamp, humming thoughtfully to see that it was from a little over two months ago. They've certainly been busy since the whole Krang situation, but Mikey has always had time for the things he loves. He makes time. He’s just a kid, albeit one who had to grow up too fast, but he was born with a good sense of what’s really important.

And this guy, Leo thinks, seems like he could be important. So why is this the first they’re hearing about him?

“How exactly did you make this discovery?” Leo asks, handing the stolen phone back.

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. regularly scans all of our devices for anything icky—you’re welcome—and he asked me who the blond guy was,” Donnie explains offhandedly. “He thought we had a new friend he hadn’t met. You know how he gets when he thinks we’re leaving him out of literally anything.”

“Like father, like son,” Leo says sagely.

Donnie lowers the phone and makes direct eye contact. “No.”

Leo laughs so hard he thinks he might actually be in danger of puncturing a lung with one of his broken ribs. Donnie goes back to snooping, but there’s a pleased quirk at the corner of his mouth.

“DONALD!” a voice thunders suddenly from down the hall. “IF WHAT I THINK IS HAPPENING IS HAPPENING, IT BETTER NOT BE!”

“Eughh boy,” Leo says.

Looking as though he just saw his life flash before his eyes, Donnie shoves the phone at him and blurts, “You take it! You’re a convalescent, he can’t kill you! It would be against the Geneva Conventions!”

“Oh, I see, you want me to use my horribly mangled body as a meat shield between you and the consequences of your own actions.” Leo holds his hands up and open to avoid having any incriminating evidence forced into them. “Also, I think you skipped like six years of Social Studies.”

The infirmary doors slam open hard enough that one of Leo’s shelves of meticulously organized medical supplies rattles ominously. Mikey looms in the threshold, silhouetted against the light from the den. It’s appropriately intimidating.

There’s a beat of silence. Then Mikey’s eyes lower to the bright yellow phone in Donnie’s hands. It’s indie-film levels of drama. Leo is eating this up.

Donnie whispers, “Oh, Hawking, I did not think this through.”

“When you die, who gets your laptop?” Leo whispers back.

“I knew it!” Mikey shrieks. “You think S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. can keep a secret?? S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.?? You programmed him with all your own tells! I’m going to destroy everything you love!”

The resulting cat-and-mouse chase around the infirmary is rowdy enough that it summons Raph, warm and fresh from the shower, dressed in his favorite huge pink hoodie. He catches Donnie on his way by and lifts him bodily out of the melee. Mikey is bloodthirsty enough that he scales Raph like a tree and their biggest brother is forced to hold Donnie out at arm’s length to keep the two of them apart.

“Woah, woah, hey—Jesus, what is happening?” Raphie says. His eyes dart to Leo, one dark and the other a pale milky pink, but it’s still the same look he’s given Leo a billion times before. The one that says loop me in.

Leo searches under his pillow for the palm-sized knife he keeps there and focuses hard. Two little cyan portals open, maybe the size of dessert plates, one next to him and the other by Donnie, a neat little wrinkle in the dimension. He reaches through it and retrieves the phone.

Pretending he doesn’t feel woozy after the brief use of ninpo well before he was technically allowed to use it again—because then he would have to admit that Draxum was right about something, and frankly he’d rather die—Leo waves the recovered goods at his brothers.

Mikey stops trying to kill Donnie and stares across the room with a very vulnerable, unhappy expression. Leo hates that, so he takes charge.

“Just the Cain Instinct at work, Raphala,” Leo says, smiling. “How about you deliver Donnie to April for a lecture on respecting other people’s privacy, and I’ll talk to Mikey about the pros and cons of fratricide.”

“Pros and cons? What pros? You know what, nevermind,” Raph adds before Leo can answer, holding Donnie more comfortably in the crook of his arm as Mikey hops down from his shell.

Donnie is dead-weight at this point, gone totally limp and accepting his fate. Since a lecture from April has a fifty-fifty chance of turning into a gossip session, Leo doesn’t feel bad for his twin at all.

“And don’t think you're not in deep shit for that portal just now,” Raph says severely, pointing at him. “Yeah, Raph clocked that. No ninpo while you’re healing, Leon, or I’m telling pops.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leo says dismissively.

But Raph still comes over to rub his head, and Leo still leans into him when he does, because a little part of Leo is always going to be six years old with stars in his eyes, gazing up at his biggest brother like Raph could hold the whole sun in his hands if he wanted to.

When Raph has carted Donnie away, the infirmary is much quieter. Mikey slinks over to the bed ungraciously and invites himself right up, pressing into Leo’s side and hiding his face in a yellow-striped shoulder.

Leo passes him back his phone. Mikey tucks it against his plastron and doesn’t say anything.

“So the pros of fratricide would be that your stuff would get stolen way less,” Leo begins airily.

With a huff, Mikey nudges him.

“He showed me a picture, but we didn’t read any texts,” Leo adds, less playful. “As far as we know, you have a really good friend we just haven’t met yet.”

“Yeah,” his little brother says quietly. He presses his face harder into Leo’s shoulder. Leo works his arm out from in between them and wraps it around Mikey’s carapace instead.

Tracing a familiar pattern between the scutes, he says, “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

When Leo came out, a few years ago now, he was terrified.

It was just another thing that made him difficult, that made him harder to love, that might cost him what little of his father’s good opinion he thought he had. He kept it a secret, tucked behind the armor of his plastron where no one but himself would ever see it.

But then one day, when he was fourteen, Leo found Raph in the living room, watching Youtube videos of the NYC Pride Parade with something young and hopeful on his face, only to slam the laptop shut when Splinter came in. Raph’s expression had twisted into something ashamed. Afraid.

And Leo thought, Absolutely not.

So he came out to his family over dinner that same night. He said it like his hands weren’t sweaty and shaking beneath the table, like he hadn’t practiced the words and tone in the mirror for an hour beforehand.

He couldn’t force himself to look at Splinter, twisting some spaghetti onto his fork and following his big announcement with something stupid, like, So I guess you could say the only straight I am’s a straight-up bitch. That way everyone would know it wasn’t serious, wasn’t a big deal, they could stop looking at him now please.

Raph didn’t even get after Leo for saying the bitch word. He flew to his feet and rounded the table and scooped Leo up into a big bear hug. Well, Leo and Mikey, because Mikey was already attached to him at that point. Donnie said, “Gasp! This is my surprised face. Whoever could have anticipated this astonishing turn of events?” because he was an asshole. But he also reached over the table to put his garlic bread on Leo’s plate, because he was the absolute best.

Leo’s heart didn’t stop racing for what felt like hours, even after his brothers squeezed him to death and made a bunch of noises about loving him no matter what, even after Splinter informed the table at large that his Baby Blue could start thinking about dating boys in another thirty years and not a minute sooner!

But he did that for a reason. So his brothers had a lead to follow if they ever needed one. So they wouldn’t be scared like Leo constantly was.

And now the tension slowly leaks out of Mikey’s frame.

“I know. I know,” he says, stronger the second time. “I guess I got all in my head about it. At first I wanted it to just be my thing, for me. I liked him but I wasn’t sure if he—you know. And then when he did, everything was perfect, and I didn’t want to mess it up.” He sits up enough that he can look at Leo, red-brown eyes earnest and wide. “Then the longer I didn’t say anything, the more impossible it felt to ever say anything. It’s not ‘cause I didn’t—”

“You don’t owe me or anybody else an explanation, Angie,” Leo says, tugging on the tails of his mask. “If you want to talk about him, I’m all-ears. If you want me to blackmail Donnie into forgetting he exists, I can do that, too. I’ve got the goods.”

Mikey smiles. It’s a relief to see. “I have no idea how you did it,” he says. “How you just told us like it was nothing. Told dad. I guess being his favorite probably helped.”

His WHAT?

Leo chokes on an incredulous laugh. He thumps his own chest, wheezing. Mikey rolls his eyes and slumps down again, gets comfy, a familiar weight under Leo’s arm.

“Puh-lease, Lee. You two are like the same person, all the way down to the inherent self-worth issues and validation-seeking. Of course he’s going to feel complicated about loving a carbon-copy of himself when he hates himself so much.” After a moment, Mikey adds, “I think you help him feel better about who he is.”

Huh. Welp. Time to pack all of that up to think about later because otherwise Leo’s brain is going to explode.

“Nice attempt at distracting me, but I’m the master of misdirection.” Leo jostles Mikey, enough to make him whine stoooop. “If you think for one second you’re not everyone in the entire family’s favorite person, then there’s something deeply wrong with you,” he adds severely. “Junior has only been here for like five minutes and even he likes you best.”

Mikey’s grinning by the time he’s done. Leo can feel the shape of it against his arm.

“It’s a gift,” the youngest Hamato says humbly.

Identical chimes from the phone in Mikey’s hand and the one on the bedside table alert them to a new text in the Mad Dogz group chat.

Bootyyyshaker9000 After an illuminating conversation, during which absolutely no robot sons were taken hostage to force my compliance, I have seen the error of my ways and will endeavor to change my behavior. I wanted to offer my sincerest apologies to Angelo for my invasion of his privacy. I am not making this statement under duress. YellowSubmarine Good enough for you, baby?

Mikey’s grin graduates with honors into a laugh, that charming, full-bodied thing that fills whatever room he happens to be in. He types a quick reply and the group chat goes crazy. Leo sort of just lays there and takes the moment in.

In about an hour, it’ll be time for another round of medication, but Leo thinks—even though it’s sappy and saccharine and he would never, ever say it out loud—that this is medicine enough.

“Sooo,” Leo says, “you gonna tell me about him?”

“Leo,” Mikey groans, but he’s still smiling.

“Oh, come on, you have to give me something.”

“How ‘bout a trade?”

Aww, his baby brother knows how to barter. Leo is so proud.

“I’m listening,” he says.

“I’ll tell you about Woody,” Mikey offers, waving his phone around, “if you tell me about that bunny waiter from Run of the Mill who asked for your number.”

Leo would shoot upright if he had, like, a completely unbroken back. As it is he has to move a little slower.

“What?? Why—how did you—I mean, who?” Nailed it.

“Raph overheard the entire thing,” Mikey says sweetly. “He thought it was cute so he told me since I was right there. You know he can’t handle cute without gushing about it to somebody.”

It’s Raph’s knee-jerk reaction, like cute-aggression; only instead of squeezing or biting, he has to overshare to the nearest available party, usually while choking back tears.

Kneading his temples, Leo forces out, “Mm-hmm.”

He can’t even be mad, though. It’s Raph. If Donnie had been the one to overhear, it’d be plastered on a billboard above Times Square by now.

“Lemme have this one on Donnie,” Mikey says, and brings out the big guns, brown eyes all wide and liquid. “He always gets your secrets first.”

“Disaster twins privilege,” Leo replies, so he doesn’t have to think about the novel concept that his family could believe his secrets are worth anything. “Alright, Miguel. Since it’s to spite Dontron specifically, you have yourself a deal.”

Mikey whoop-whoops, with the arm and everything. It’s so stupid. And it makes Leo think, This Woody guy doesn’t know how lucky he is.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rise of the tmnt #hamato leonardo #hamato michelangelo #hamato donatello #hamato raphael #woody dirkins #woodyangelo #portal duo #my writing #tmnt fic #sequel to this where leo gives woody the shovel talk #leo: hey wanna see the bottom of the mariana trench? *opens portal and points thru it*#that's where i'll hide your body if u do anything to hurt him :)#woody: oh. um. cool

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The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!

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abandonambition · 5 months

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Who drew these Capricorns? It's me! I did it. S...Sorry.

HI TUMBLAR. I'm Dana. I draw animals and mythical creatures (mostly capricorns and dragons). I like to reflect on lesser-known or dark aspects of nature, feelings of distress and despair, or creating designs that just look cool for the sake of looking cool. I have a sort of positive nihilist outlook on life, in that I'm rather upset with the general state of things but I still feel compelled to find or create beauty and interest anyway, even if my darker feelings sometimes come out through my work.

"Abandon Ambition" is both grimly serious and darkly humorous. I was raised in both a household and country that emphasized setting lofty goals of acquiring high earnings and impressive assets, but the timing of my pursuit of these things has laughably aligned with global financial crises, global pandemics and lockdowns, and now global heatwaves and global conflicts. Abandon ambition, and instead embrace what you want to say and do and create and build now; Tomorrow is not yours, and your goals may not be waiting for you there.

Be responsible, and be kind. But hope and wait for nothing.

So uh, yeah, I draw a lot of stuff and explore a lot of things that I think I've been holding back on for years for one reason or another. I want to draw dark goats, glowing bats, tempest capricorns, skinny dragons, snarling wolves. So here they are.

Check out what I made!

A lot of my designs find themselves on fun and/or practical merch! I like to create things that are high quality and have a long shelf life: I don't want to make something thinking it'll go in a landfill in a year, I want you wearing and enjoying my work for a very long time.

Here's a hat that glows in the dark!

Wow! Here's another hat that doesn't glow in the dark, but still looks really nice.

Pretty! If keeping your skull cozy isn't your thing, I've printed my art on fabric, too. I like this idea because if you move house a lot and/or can't afford custom frames, art printed on fabric can be displayed anywhere, and folds up nicely when packing up for your next move, without any breaking glass or anything.

A big part of my thinking when I'm designing products is also what do I myself use in my day-to-day life, and lately I've been desperately trying to cut my phone addiction by going back to pen-and-paper planners and books and things instead of using screens. And to keep track of where I am in my planners and books, I've made bookmarks!

I had so much fun designing these. You have something enjoyable to look at on both sides of the page it's clipped on. How fun is that?

Okay lastly, I make a TON of stickers. A lot of my designs translate really well into small, self-contained things like stickers, and I only ever print vinyl stickers, so they live a long time on your laptop or phone case or wherever you wanna put them.

So that's a small collection of the things I've done and made. Do you like them? I hope you like them. I liked designing them.

A COOOUPON JUST FOR YOUUUU

If you'd like one o' these things for yourself, you're in luck!

You, lucky Tumblar user, can visit my shop and take 20% off with code TUMBLR20. This coupon expires 1st April 2024 (or does it...? That's April Fools' Day after all... Okay yeah it does actually expire then. Sorry).

Oh, commissions?

Hey! Sometimes people like my art style and want a custom commission. That's great, and I'm so glad you're interested!

If you'd like a custom ink mailed to you on a postcard that also features my art on the back (so it's like... you get two pieces of art on one postcard), these are exclusive to my Patreon right here. I have limited slots per every month, so check back often in case I'm sold out.

I also offer what I call "instant order" commissions via my Ko-Fi. You pick out one of the offerings I have, send me your ref sheet, pay, and I just...get it done. It's as close to instant as commissions can get.

Besides those, I also do more bespoke work, so you can send me a message to discuss your idea and we'll work something out. :corporatethumbsupemoji:

Honestly? Thanks!

The internet has become a pretty weird and honestly rather hostile place. I'm a solo act that's as indie as they get. So, it really does mean a lot to me when your eyeballs land on my stuff and you click that little heart or reblog icon, or even better when you add it to your cart and click check out. Your eyeballs land on thousands of stuff every day, so the fact that my stuff brought you joy or interest or something deep that you resonated with means a lot to me. I think in a sense it makes me feel like my brush strokes are going somewhere far beyond whatever canvas I've otherwise confined them to.

This is a pinned post to share who I am and help me get some coins to fund my life and art projects, but yeah you can reblog it and share it around planet earth, I don't mind. It's nice.

So yeah, that's me! Feel free to comment if you have questions or want to know whatever else, I'll uh... reply and like answer them and stuff.

#artist alley #tumblr artist alley #art #drawing #animal #animals #artwork #creature #creatures #artist #goat #occult #baphomet #bat #cat #biquette

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us without me I: chocolate

A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.

Part 1 of 7. Check here for more details.

It was the way she called your name.

“Miaaa!”

The sound of her voice cuts through the silence of the morning.

It was the way she smiled whenever you looked at her.

“Hey, Min! Morning!”

You get up from your seat and into her outstretched arms. Her embrace was an oasis of warmth in the cold December air. You smiled, too. Just about.

You both liked to arrive at school a little early just so you could hang out before the crowds came in. It also provided a good opportunity to catch the sunrise. She took a picture of it everyday. The windows of the library offered the perfect view of the sky, so that’s where you always waited for her. And also because she loved books and they reminded you of her.

“Have you finished the math homework yet?” she asks as she pulls away from the hug.

“Yeah, it was easy,” you reply nonchalantly.

“Easy for you,” she says as she sits down on the couch you just got up from. “But not for me. Can you help me later at lunch?” She grabs your arm and pulls you into her.

“Sure,” you respond, yielding to her gentle tug and taking your spot beside her. “But we could just do it now. It’s really easy.”

“Oh, stop it, smartass. Not everyone is as good at everything as you are. Plus I’m still too sleepy to use my brain right now.”

She takes her phone out and yawns.

It was the way her hair smelled when she leaned her head on your shoulder.

She smelled like your shampoo. Because you used the same one. Or rather your shampoo smelled like her. As if she had claimed its scent for herself. And as she gets lost in her scrolling, you just sit there, staring out the window, her weight against your side, trying not to drown in it.

The bell rings as the full disk of the sun peeks over the horizon.

It was the way she fixed your hair only to play with it a minute later.

“Sorry I messed up your hair earlier. Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you,” she says, mindlessly stroking your soft waves.

“It’s whatever, bro.” But it wasn’t whatever. Her touch was killing you. “Also, stop fidgeting with it. You’re making it worse.”

“Sorry!” She laughs. You’re surprised to find yourself laughing along.

It was the way her voice sounded when she whispered silly things in your ear.

“부시밍.”

“Nah, that’s you, bro. I’ve seen your hair in the mornings.”

“Well, it works for both our names. Kinda. 부시밍밍.”

The teacher takes attendance, calling out Mia and Minji one after the other. Even on paper you were inseparable.

It was the way the collection of stickers inside your locker grew out of control.

“Bro. You do know at the end of the year I have to clean this up, right? Some of these look like they’ll be a pain to remove.”

“But they’re cute!”

“Not everything that’s cute is good for you.” You knew that all too well. “Plus you have it easy. All you get is confession letters in yours. You can just take them out.”

“Fine. I’ll help you clean it up. But you can’t stop me from adding more.”

“I’m not telling you my code next year.”

With all her stuff in her own locker she links arms with you and drags you along to the cafeteria.

“I’ll figure it out anyway.”

“Ugh. I’m not that predictable.”

“To me you are. I know you too well.”

But not well enough to know how you felt about her.

It was the way she would always get an extra serving of kimchi just for you.

“Eat faster. You still need to help me with math.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. I don’t need to help you. And I didn’t ask for this extra kimchi.”

“Girl, as if you didn’t want it. Look. You’re practically inhaling it.”

“Well, who told me to eat faster?”

She smirks. Your heart flutters. “So you do want to help me with math.”

You just look down at your empty plate and laugh.

“We can start by counting how many letters you got today.”

“Bro. You act like I get them all the time. I’ve only ever gotten, like, five.”

“That’s five more than me. All I get is a flood of stickers from the same annoying girl.”

“They’re cute!!!”

“Yes. But annoying.”

“You’re just jealous.”

She was right. You were jealous. Of their courage. Of their willingness to lay everything bare. To be at their most vulnerable. Nothing left to lose. But you were afraid of losing. Because she was everything.

“Nah. I just don’t like how it inflates your ego.”

“Ego???”

“Don’t act like you don’t know you’re pretty. Everybody knows it.”

“Not everybody.”

“Sure, Min.”

“Whatever, Mimi.”

She pretends to be annoyed with you. You pretend that her calling you that doesn’t rip your heart out.

“Were they all boys?”

She smirks again. “I won’t tell you.”

“Oh my god. They weren’t all boys!”

“I didn’t confirm anything!”

“That smirk definitely did.”

She chuckles a little. “Fine. There were a few girls.”

“A few??”

“Yeah. And I may have gotten more than five letters, too.”

“I knew it. What proportion were girls, Min?”

“I’m not telling!”

“This is part of your math lesson! What proportion, Minji?!”

At this point you were both laughing and being the loudest table in the cafeteria. She realizes and lowers her voice.

“I’m not telling you. Don’t wanna just expose their identities. But I will tell you that some of them were jealous of you.”

“Huh? It’s not like I’m dating you.”

You feel a sudden urge to cry, saying those words out loud. But now there’s only silence. Painful silence that seems to last far too long.

“Yeah, but nobody’s closer to me than you.”

A hint of tenderness in her voice. Then silence once more.

“Did you ever respond to any of them?”

She picks up her tray and prepares to leave, her tone casual once again.

“I did. I didn’t wanna be mean and completely ignore them. So I just told all of them that I wasn’t looking for anything right now.”

You pick up your own tray and follow slowly behind her as she waltzes away, oblivious to the way your chest was imploding. To the way your eyes were barely holding back tears.

You resume laughing, not fully understanding why.

It was the way she waited for you after class, holding out her hand, so you could walk home together.

"How was Korean, Mimi?”

“Eh, it was alright. I’m still really bad.”

“What do you mean? You’re amazing!”

“If I were amazing, I’d be in the same class as you.”

“Well, that’s for native speakers. Doesn’t mean you’re not amazing. You’re good at everything, bro.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Ugh. I’m not gonna argue with you about this.”

“I’m not arguing. Just stating facts. My Korean isn’t the best.”

“Not the best doesn’t mean you’re not really good, especially since it’s your third language. I keep telling you this.”

It was the way she seemed to glow like an angel in the afternoon sun.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Are you that bad at taking compliments? You look stunned.”

“Sorry, I… Yeah. Sorry.”

It was the way she was just so beautiful.

“You’re so silly, Mia.”

Hearing no response from you, she grips your hand a little tighter and pulls you closer, your shoulders briefly making contact.

“Thanks for the help with math, by the way. I think I can manage the rest myself.”

“It’s nothing, bro.”

“It’s not nothing. You’re just saying that cuz it’s easy for you. Cuz you’re amazing, like I said.”

You look down at the pavement as your cheeks turn the same shade as the clouds up in the sky, bright pink in the early winter sunset.

It was the way she always bought chocolate just so she could share it with you.

“You’re stopping for chocolate again?”

“Yeah. And maybe some coffee.”

“Nah, bro, don’t get coffee. You won’t be able to sleep.”

“I’ll need it to survive the math homework.”

“No, you won’t. Chocolate is enough.”

“Fine. I’m getting you some, too.”

“You never give me a choice anyway.”

“You need more sweetness in your life. You always just eat kimchi.”

You needed a different kind of sweetness. But it wasn’t one she could buy. And it wasn’t one she would give.

It was the way you felt when she put her arms around you.

For all the torment she caused you, she made you feel safe. There was nothing better than her embrace. There was no sweeter sorrow.

“See you tomorrow! Say hi to your parents for me.”

“I will. Take care, Min.”

“You always say that. But I live just over there,” she says, pointing down the street.

“I know! Sorry that I care about you.” You frown.

She smiled in return. But at the end of the day, when the stars were out, it was always different. It wasn’t that playful, teasing smirk when she would poke fun. It wasn’t that smile after a good laugh. It wasn’t that smile when she greeted you in the morning. It was a pure, genuine smile, knowing you were her best friend.

It was the way you couldn’t picture life without her.

“Love you, too, bro.”

It was the way she loved you that made you fall for her.

But it wasn’t the same way you loved her.

After dinner the chocolate left a bitter taste in your mouth.

#minji x reader #minji #minji new jeans #kim minji x reader #newjeans x reader

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How about Apple Cider, Espresso, and Glitterbug for whoever you feel like talking about rn?

Hi hi!! Thank you so much for the ask!!

Apple Cider: What was your relationship with your F/O before you got together romantically? How did it change once you got together, and what were the most significant changes? (Also, what’s your F/O’s favorite flavor of juice? What’s your S/I’s?)

Alma and I were friends for a couple of months, before we decided to get together and go through with the possession ritual!

After they rescued me from the broken elevator, I started to stay late on campus on purpose, so they could show up and hang out with me!

We'd spend most of the night talking about random things and getting to know each other. They didn't keep many memories from when they were alive, so they were also re-learning a lot of things about themselves too!

Charlie and I clicked almost instantly, so it was a bit of love at first sight! I had just moved into town and I was looking for some friends, I ended up getting a dating app to see if I would meet any cool people, but I forgot to add "just looking for friends" to my bio and I'm honestly glad I did!

I remember Charlie passing out after I told him that I already loved him, but thankfully I was able to catch him before he hit the floor... I guess it was a very intense day for both of us!

Mychael and I became friends after he rescued me from the forest! I spent a few days in his cabin; and those days turned into weeks, and now a month!

We both ended up getting a crush on one another and we actually ended up confessing at the same time, which was a pleasant surprise! I was a bit nervous because I wasn't sure if he'd be into humans or not...

Espresso: Which one of you hears about anything the other one wants and immediately gets it for them? (Or is it both/neither of you?)

Alma can't exactly get me anything unless we're bound, so no surprises or anything, but while they were haunting the campus building they'd get me little trinkets, coins, snacks, doodles and anything else students left behind!

When I told them that I collect keychains, they started looking for those specifically, which I think is really sweet!!

I like to give them little mementos every now and again! I know they don't need to eat, sleep or anything like that anymore, but I'm still happy to "share" my food with them and offer for them to lean on me while they nap!

Charlie loves to bring me snacks and little keepsakes whenever he has the time to do some shopping!

He usually gets us matching stickers (he puts them on his shoes and I put mine on my phone case) and he always brings me a little bit of anything that he buys to eat while he's out and about!

I usually enjoy giving him stuff that's a bit more personal, like drawings or love letters! I also gave him a little plushie with a recording of my voice inside too!

Mychael only ever goes to the store for essentials, but when he visits the library he always brings back a couple of books that he thinks I'll enjoy, he loves reading them together!

He also collects flowers and berries for me whenever he goes on walks or wants some alone time. I keep as many of the flowers as I can, pressed inside my sketchbooks!

Whenever I go relax by the river, I usually draw any critters that come by, usually giving Mychael the finished sketches once I get home! I also bring him any and all pretty stones and crystals that I find on my way back!!

Glitterbug: What are things that the two of you do better together, or that you do for each other when one of you can’t?

Alma says that just being together is way better than haunting the campus all by themselves, things get pretty lonely most of the time and not everyone is patient or kind with ghosts...

They also enjoy eating and napping whenever I allow them to take over my body, little pleasures that just make them feel more connected to me, plus they're always very kind and praising of my body whenever they take over!

Charlie says that being in public altogether is a lot easier when I'm around. We both tend to overthink and worry a lot, but all that chatter in our brains goes away when we're next to each other!

It's also a lot more fun to play games when we're together! Even if it's not a multiplayer game, we're still cheering each other on and helping each other get better at it!!

Michael says that taking care of the garden and the hens is a lot more fun with me around! He says that the plants enjoy it when we talk and sing to them, so I guess hearing our little conversations have been making them thrive!

I personally really enjoy drawing while he's cooking or knitting, even if we're not saying anything out loud, it's nice to have his company and feel that warmth all around both of us!

#✯ lovely asks #❥ haunt my heart #❥ strawberry flavored kisses #❥ love at first spore

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chickadooz · 3 months

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Here's my generic post where I promote my links. I'm Dooz, and I like to take pictures of stuff. Mostly birds and other parts of nature, but sometimes also macro stuff. Due to disability I'm not able to do much, but I still have a lot of passion for getting unique photos. Below are ways you can support me if you enjoy what I post.

My Ko-fi is where I upload photos first before anywhere else, as well as where I offer digital downloads for sale. Some are in small related bundles, and most are around the same price as a single 'coffee' if you'd like to get something in return for supporting me. I also have one large, ever-growing bundle for sale. Buying it gets you full access to it, even photos added after your purchase.

Ko-fi is also where you can tip me if you enjoy what I post and want to see more of it. Consider checking it out, because I use the money I get on buying more equipment to take even better photos. Getting even $1 means the world to me.

My INPRNT shop is where you can find prints of my photos for sale. They have art prints, photographic prints, posters, mini prints, framed prints, canvas prints, acryllic prints, metal prints, card packs, stickers, art cards, and the occasional phone case.

I get a pretty high margin of the profits here compared to other sites, and prints can make great gifts for friends and family. And yourself, of course. Or, in the case of the art cards, great to send along with other gifts!

I know not everyone can afford these things, so reblogging this and maybe telling other people about it irl can both help, and they're free.

#photography #animal photography #wildlife photography #nature photography #lensblr #photographers on tumblr

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ninthhousedyke · 6 months

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Chaotic Academia for Broke Academics (AKA me)

As someone who wholeheartedly loves chaotic academia and its acceptance of messiness and peculiarity, but is sadly too broke to afford the style and too busy to do many of the things / extracurriculars I enjoy, I have accumulated a list of ways to enjoy the little subculture that has become academia without breaking your brain or bank :)

Look The Part / Decorations:

Collect pens, pencils, sharpies, and other school supplies from just about anywhere. Stack them in your desk drawers, inside little pots on your desk, or piled randomly in your backpack and pockets. If the pens and sharpies are all various colors that helps too. Annotate shit in pretty pink ink if you want!

Put pins on whatever bag you use for school. Loop cute keychains on it too if possible. Hot Topic, Spencers, and Etsy are good places for cheap-ish pins with witty sayings or dark humor. Put stickers on your computer / tablet / phone case. Same idea: dark, funny, witty, maybe puns.

Write and doodle on yourself. Put notes on your wrist, stars on your fingers, pretty words on your knee. This also helps if you can’t afford tattoos yet!

Stick stupid things to your walls. I have a mobile order receipt on my dorm wall from when my order number was 666. I used to cut off my name from Starbucks cups when the barista put a smiley face or a doodle and tape those to my wall.

Collect strange things and put them where you’ll see them. I collect Monster cans and Soda cans and stack them everywhere on my desk!

Get a simple ring, a simple chain necklace, or a simple bracelet. Wear it with everything. Rub it for comfort or when fidgeting so it shows wear and love.

Invest in a cute reusable water bottle, temperature controlled. Put stickers on it. Keep coffee, soda, juice, tea, or even water in it. Carry it everywhere. You look environmentally friendly and you can hit people with it if they give you trouble.

Go thrifting / antiquing. Look for clothes you like, obviously, but finding things with wear on them already gives a nice “messily put-together” look. Blacks, browns, beige, off-white, dark greens, and dark blues are all nice! Look for leather jackets, trench coats, hoodies, knitted sweaters, and cargo pants—all things that would probably be more expensive elsewhere. (I bought my trench coat for $5 at a yard sale and it turned out to be from Sach’s Fifth Avenue!)

Black jeans are your friend!

Black fingerless gloves are good for winter and just compliment most outfits.

Wear hoodies! Chaotic academia is about the messy side of academics, so look the part in a comfy hoodie! Pair with a chain necklace if you need something more put-together.

Paint your nails whatever color you want, but let it chip, let it be smeared. Get the polish on your hands.

Act The Part:

Keep detailed schedules that aren’t necessarily neat. Mix glitter pens with sharpie, write your assignments in multiple colors that have no reason. If you work best with neat schedules, then have colorfully coordinated lists with matching stickers. Keep a main schedule for classes and assignments, a second schedule for day-to-day micromanaging, and as many more as you need to remind you when to eat, drink, or exercise.

Have a workout routine at least once a week. Whether it’s going to the gym to walk on the treadmill while reading, taking a stroll around campus to jump in leaf piles or snow banks, walking up and down a stairwell while memorizing psychology / astronomy terms, or doing at home workouts in your room, just find something that you like to do to get yourself moving. Join a dance class or outdoor group if your school offers one for free too!

Watch crime shows / listen to crime podcasts. Old lawyer shows are also super fun!

Join some clubs related to the supernatural, film, Shakespeare, literature, or chess.

Watch psychological thriller movies then go watch videos on YouTube analyzing those movies.

Watch documentaries about space, disgusting history, fun conspiracy theories, the apocalypse, natural disasters, and literary theorists.

Read weird shit. Quote it often.

Listen to a wide variety of music! Listen to remixes!

Pirate everything.

Have a dedicated coffee order. Get it when you can. Savor it.

If you can study with music in the background then find classical music playlists, dark cello music, epic orchestral covers of songs, or soundtracks to movies and tv shows you like.

Doodle in your books and textbooks (if possible)

Write down random things you hear and see throughout the day. Save it all and use those things to write a poem or a story when you need inspiration.

Write blackout poetry from gothic novels, cosmic horror stories, textbook pages, classic literature, and mystery novels.

Write dictionary poetry.

Put a quote from a story / poem you love in your email sign-off.

#chaotic academia #chaotic academic aesthetic #chaotic academia ideas #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic

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inthememetime · 2 years

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If Wes count, Wes 🤦

Wes gets a taste of his own medicine by dealing with a Karen. 😹 (The call center names and individuals names have been changed, but this is STRONGLY based on a true story from my years as a call center agent.) Here's the link to play!

Wes' parents were fine with buying his first (and second) camera. They were fine with paying for the photography lessons (which kept him from stalking observing Danny). They were even fine buying him a (used) ghost-proofed laptop from their neighbor who could no longer use it, on account of being a ghost.

They drew the line at a car. Which he needed, because Fenton was starting to branch out, and if he could get proof, nobody would think he was crazy anymore, and-

Well. Moot point. If he wanted a car of any kind, he had to do the same thing his brother did- cough up half up front, and have a steady job that paid enough for gas, registration, and insurance.

It was, admittedly, a more than fair deal. As long as they didn't have to pay more than $3,000 total, they were fine with whatever car he wanted to buy.

The GAV II from the Fentons cost considerably more than he could afford, but there was a scratched-up used Jeep with offroad tires for sale, which would work. And that led him here: Sunrise Telecom.

Sunrise was a callcenter in what was, decades ago, a large train warehouse. It also didn't care that he was 'that crazy stalker kid'- as long as he did his job well and made sales, nobody gave a damn.

He clocked in, sat down, and opened up the sites he needed. Immediately, the phone beeped with an incoming call. "Thank you for calling Custom Plates, your home for all plate customization needs. This is Wesley speaking on a recorded line, how can I help you?'

"Hi, is this where you order vibrators?"

The- what- what?!?!? "No sir, we customize license plates and sell accessories like bumper stickers and plate frames."

"Oh. Wrong number, sorry."

"That's ok, we get it all the time. Can I interest you in-" Click. Sadly enough, they did get that all the time, though it was Wes' first time hearing it.

The phone beeped again after he added notes and dispositioned. "Thank you for calling Custom Pla-"

"I want to speak with a manager!"

Ah. One of those.

"Okay, ma'am, I'll see what I can do. For now, can you please tell me what's going on? It's company policy to-"

"I don't care! I want to speak with a manager, you little moron!"

He scribbled his manager's name on a small whiteboard amd held it up as the woman started telling him exactly what was wrong with his generation. It was taken from him and returned, with 'she's @ lunch' on the bottom. Oh no.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry but my manager is in a meeting and won't be available for at least an hour. Is this something I could help you with? I can pull up your order for you and see what is going on."

"You stole my money!"

He raised an eyebrow. "If you'll provide me an order number, I'll be happy to give you the status of your order. If something has been delayed further than the originally estimated date, we can offer a partial refund. I do also need to let you know this is a recorded line," he offered.

She hissed, and he fought a giggle. Did she really think that was scary? He was from Amity Park. "I want a full refund, now!"

"We're only able to offer that in specific conditions, and l'll have to look up your order first."

"Let me talk to your manager, you little pissant," she snapped.

He raised the sign again. This time, it was returned with a frowny face. "I'm sorry, ma'am, she is still in that meeting. Is there something I can help you with?" Damn that one-call-resolution company policy!

She shouted and hung up. Finally. He muted himself and started taking notes to disposition.

Beep! Beep!

"Hi, thank you for calling-"

"I swear to God I will sue you if you give me the run around like that last kid."

Wes put his head in his hands. "Hello ma'am, this is Wesley on a recorded line. Our manager is currently busy, but I'll be happy to help you! Can I have your order number please?"

After 5 minutes (he counted) of complaints, she finally provided it. "Thank you, and who am I speaking with?"

"What?"

"I have to confirm the name on the order before I can discuss anything due to privacy laws."

"Karen. Schmidt." The words sounded ground out, but matched the order.

"Thank you, Ms. Schmidt. I'm showing your order was delivered on October 1st, and you signed for it. Was there something wrong with the order?"

"You can't see that!"

Not a denial, he noted. "I am looking at it now, ma'am. Is your address still 718 Crossgrove, Apartment C6, Paulson, Illinois?"

"Yes," she agreed after a moment. "But I didn't sign for it!"

"I can send a ticket to your local post office and make sure nobody signed for you," he said, "and it should take 2-3 business days to hear back. After that, we'll be able to-"

"The plates are broken," she said, and finally they were getting somewhere!

"I'm sorry to hear that! Can you please describe the damage, and if they were already damaged when you opened the box?"

"They've got this black box around them, and you can't see the whole design," she said, "and I'm not paying for broken ones."

Black box? Wait. "Is it shiny, and does it feel rubbery? The black stuff?"

"Yes, it's wrong!'

"Right. So that's just the protective covering. It protects the edges of the plates from damage and cracking. All you have to do is pull it off, and-"

"I'm the customer, you should do that for me!"

Was she asking him to drive an hour away? To unwrap her 'Best Grandma' plate?

"Unfortunately, we're not allowed to do that due to the risk of the edges breaking during shipping. However, it's easy to do, just-"

"Are you saying I'm stupid?!"

"No ma'am, I'm just providing instru-"

"I hope you get fired!"

How mad would they be if he just hung up?

She continued to rant, and he finally interrupted. "Ma'am, on the back there's a tab that says pull here. Just pull it."

She spluttered unhappily. "So?! It came off, I still want my refund!"

"Right. So go ahead and ship it back, we'll send you a label. Once we get the plate back, we can process a 50% refund since it isn't actually broken."

"But I want the plate."

Before he could stop himself, his patience long gone, he snapped, "that's not how Capitalism works. Send it today, we can get up to 50% back. Keep the plate for longer than 10 days, no refund. Keep in mind, it's already been 9."

She spat filth at him and hung up. He took notes and dispositioned.

His manager walked in. "Hey, did I miss anything?"

Wes groaned. Was that what he sounded like to Danny and his friends? An idiot who wouldn't listen to anything?

Beep! Beep!

"Hi, thank you for calling Custom Plates, your home for all plate customization needs. This is Wesley speaking on a recorded line, how can I help you?"

"Do you allow cusswords? I want one that says 'Go fuck yourself, cheating asshole."

"Afraid not, but we can leave a space and you can write in the missing letter."

If he survived today, he was going to be so. Much. Nicer.

#danny phantom #inthememetime #ask game #wes weston #call center #wes deals with a Karen #come ask me things

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killthemwithdoodles · 8 months

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TMNTober Days 1&2

Mutant and Human

“Wait, you aren’t just bald turtle yokai?”

April sighed, reaching over to smack Casey in the back of the head, “Of course not! Have you ever even met a kappa?”

Casey shook his head, “No! My pops hates yokai so I don’t exactly get a lot of chance to meet them.”

Raph snorted, “Great. A human with the IQ of April’s bat. Nice one to bring into our secret home, guys!”

Donnie rolled his eyes, “Don’t be rude. Casey saw April in trouble and jumped in to fight off a couple Foot ninjas and even managed to hold his own against them. His technique is brutal and inefficient, but I think he’d make a good addition to the team.”

Raph and Leo looked the boy over. He was messy, with a nose that had clearly been broken at least once before and greasy hair that was outgrowing its black dye. He had a hockey stick in hand and a pair of skates tied to his backpack. He wore a leather jacket covered in stains and patches that matched the rest of his battered and patchy clothes.

“What?” Casey frowned at the scrutiny, “You think I can’t keep up with you? Casey Jones can take anyone!”

Raph grinned, “I like that idea.” He wheeled himself over, “Fight me, Jones. We’ll see how you do and that can decide it.”

Casey immediately wilted, clearly taken aback by the guy in a wheelchair challenging him to a fight.

“I… uh…” He winced, “Are you…?”

Raph just smirked and turned away, wheeling away towards the dojo.

April sighed, clapping Casey on the arm, “Well, you’re doomed.” She tutted and walked off, “I’ll tell your sister you died like a hero.”

Casey was pleasantly surprised to see the turtles had made something akin to a dojo in one of the rooms of their lair. It was well lit and had one of those big Japanese mat things across the floor. There were some seats on the side, some weights and workout equipment pushed away, plus a couple of pretty bad-off punching bags with stitched together puncture marks.

All in all? A pretty badass space for fighting.

Leo and Donnie both offered him luck, which was concerning, and April threw a water bottle at his head, which he caught with just a little fumbling.

“Why am I fighting the disabled brother?” He asked, slipping off his jacket, “Like, I ain’t, uh, abled-phobic or anything, but man’s in an actual wheelchair.”

Donnie scoffed, “Jones, Raphael is the most skilled fighter of all of us. His legs are more lethal than any sword.” He smirked and pulled out his phone, “Short answer: get recked human boy.”

“Donnie, don’t antagonize my opponent.” Raph’s voice came through and Casey turned to look, stunned to see him standing, wearing a pair of leg braces that were stark white and covered in stickers.

“Oh shit.”

He was tall. Like, damn tall. Suddenly the little lip on his beak looked terrifying, especially in front of such an intimidating grin.

“That’s my job.” Raph smirked, tossing his sai aside.

The first fight was short. The second was longer, with Casey less stunned by the fact that Raph was not just capable- but skilled. They tussled for a while before Raph pinned him again in a headlock with Casey’s legs trapped under his.

The third was even better.

Raph went for Casey’s legs first, going for a swift knockout, but Casey jumped at the right moment and managed to get his knee right in Raph’s chin. They danced around each other for a while, trading blows while the trio on the side cheered, before Casey went for another hard hit.

Raph dropped, the punch whiffing over his head as he fell dead-drop into a split and swept his legs, slamming his fin hard into Casey’s knees and pulling him down. They wrestled on the floor for a couple moments, but Raph still won out in the end.

They got to their feet, both panting (though Casey far more than Raph).

“Alright, he can stay.” Raph finally decided, and the other three erupted into cheers.

“Hell yeah!”

“Casey! You did it!”

“Whoo hoo and all that.”

He ignored Donnie.

Raph clapped Casey on the shoulder, grinning, “Good fight, Jones. You got style.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He teased back, slugging Raph’s arm, “Pretty tough.”

“Never underestimate your opponent and all that.” Raph wrapped an arm over Casey’s shoulders, grinning wide.

Casey looked up at him, at his dark brown eyes. Dark scales poked out from underneath his red mask, the same kind of scales that ran over his exposed shoulders, tough but smooth.

His gaze trailed down just slightly, to watch Raphael’s lips as they called to April, thanking her for finding him a new sparring partner.

Raph looked down at him, a wild kind of happiness in his face, and Casey had to quickly laugh it off.

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

Oh no.

#stargazer tmnt #reza writes #tmnt #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt april #tmnt casey jones #rasey #Casey Jones has a gay panic moment #my favorite genre #tmntober 2023

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newhope8 · 23 days

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Question ... ❓

Has anyone ordered anything off the TikTok Shop (in any capacity) before? I ask because I'm debating on making an order on there (for 2 books that come as a set), yet due to a past experience on the platform that went badly for me, I'm very wary.

Basically, last fall, I'd tried to order a purse & wallet set from a TikTok Shop seller. It was rather expensive, close to $70 USD. My bank promptly flagged & blocked my credit card (in their defense, they were just doing their job ... which I heartily appreciate 🙏🏻) yet I had to spend over an hour on the phone with them getting my card un-blocked so I could use it again. 🫣 Even more frustrating for me, was the TikTok shop itself automatically declined this order, mere seconds after I tapped on the final "Place Order" button. I reached out to the seller & several hours later, they wrote me back with a cursory message, saying "oh well, sorry, i hope it gets sorted out soon for you". No further offer to help or anything.

So, you can see why I'm willing to pay full price (with no "new customer 50% off" coupon) for 2 paperback books on Amazon instead. This seller was actually kind enough to message me back, saying that any support helps (no matter which platform I buy on), the only thing being I wouldn't get any of her freebie decal stickers with an Amazon purchase.

Thank you for listening, lovelies. 💕🙏🏻

@itsseohannbin @channieandhisgoonsquad @frenchkisstheabyss @queenmea604 @minnieprincess85 @moonlightndaydreams @hyunsvngs

If your username is in small font & pink, I wasn't able to @-sign "hyperlink tag" you like usual.

#tiktok shop #online ordering

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e350tb · 9 months

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Gravity Falls - The Matchmabel - Chapter I

Chapter I: Summer Again

Gravity Falls, Oregon - June 2017

It was a warm summer’s morning. The sun was shining, the birds sang, and a gentle breeze danced through the pine trees. It was one of the nicest days the town of Gravity Falls had had all year - and Dipper Pines was in his attic bedroom with the blinds drawn and the lights out, sitting on a laptop.

It wasn’t that Dipper was avoiding being outside today, nor that he wanted to avoid company. He was just busy, trying to write a college application that simply wasn’t coming together.

“I can offer the University… um… geez, I dunno, does experience with the supernatural count?” he asked himself. “They probably won’t believe that. Maybe if I write it as ‘ability to think outside the box…’”

He glanced down at the example questionnaire he’d printed out, reading the next question.

“What I want out of college is…” He frowned. “What I want out of college is…”

He clicked his tongue.

“...a diploma?” He shrugged. “Ugh, I’m getting nowhere with this.”

He heard the sound of steps on the ladder, and looked over to see Mabel climbing up.

“Are you still working on that thing?”

Mabel was carrying a large photo album under her arm, already covered in glitter and stickers.

“Yeah,” sighed Dipper.

“You were on that laptop the whole drive up!” exclaimed Mabel, setting the photo album down on her bed and walking over. “What’s the point in a summer vacation if you spend the whole time up here thinking about…”

She glanced at the questionnaire.

“...wow, that’s a lot of questions.”

“Yeah, and I’ve gotta answer them in three pages or less,” replied Dipper. “And it’s gotta be double-spaced. Maybe they’re recycling some kind of medieval torture method for this.”

“Well maybe you can take a break?” suggested Mabel.

“Mom says she wants this done by the end of the week.”

“Mom’s not here!” Mabel put her arm over his shoulder. “Besides, I’ve got something even more important for you to do!”

“I doubt it, but hit me.”

Mabel walked back over to her bed and picked up the photo album.

“This is the last time we’re in Gravity Falls before we turn 18,” said Mabel. “And I thought we could celebrate that by making a photo album!”

“Haven’t you already made, like, seventeen scrapbooks?” asked Dipper, tilting his head.

“This one’s different!” exclaimed Mabel. “It’s not for me. It’s for Grunkle Stan, and Grunkle Ford, and Soos and Wendy! I wanna give them a big album full of all our adventures!”

“...are we including Weirdmaggeddon?”

“No.”

“...or that time Soos let that slime monster into the gift shop?”

“That’s not as bad as Weirdmaggedon.”

“Ugh. Easy for you to say. You didn’t have to clean it up.”

“No, Dipper.” Mabel tapped the cover. “It’s the Good Times Album. It’s only for good times.”

Dipper shrugged.

“You know what? I could use some time away from this essay,” he replied. “What do you need me to do?”

“Just find some old pictures to put in here,” replied Mabel. “Like on your phone and stuff! Stroll down my favourite street…”

She put her arm over Dipper’s shoulder again and extended her hand.

“Memory Lane!”

“Mabel, your favourite street’s Chapman Street,” said Dipper flatly. “Cause it sells those cola lollipops.”

“Oh yeah, that place is amazing,” Mabel nodded. “But you get my point!”

Dipper chuckled.

“Sure,” he said. “I bet I can dig something out.”

“Yes!” Mabel jumped up, grinning. “Alright, I’m gonna go through my polaroids!”

“That’s what was in the giant box you put in the car?” asked Dipper. “The reason I had to carry Waddles on my lap because it filled up the backseat?”

“See you soon!”

Mabel practically leapt down the stairs.

Dipper closed his laptop and let out a long hmmm. He knew he could check his phone - there were plenty of old photos on it - but he also remembered that he had some printed photos lying around somewhere, and wondered for a moment if it was worth looking through them.

“Hmm… oh wait, I remember!”

He climbed off his bed and leaned down, pulling a large cardboard box out from underneath. With some effort, he lifted it onto the bed and opened the flaps on top.

This was the fabled ‘Wendy box’ - Stan had told him to keep it five years ago, and despite being a source of some embarrassment in hindsight, he was glad he had. The box had a lot of pictures of events that he had no other photographic record of, like that night at the Dusk 2 Dawn (although he had gone through it a few years ago and thrown out some of the candid ones he’d taken at the start of that summer - those were a bit creepy, he had to admit.) Maybe, he thought, he could find some good pictures for the album in it.

He was about to start looking when he heard a call.

“Dipper! The fate of the universe depends upon you!”

Dipper smiled.

“Coming!”

He didn’t really believe that the fate of the universe depended on him - he just knew that this was Ford’s way of getting him to come downstairs quickly.

He found Ford pacing in front of the dining table. The old scientist was wearing large boots - larger than his normal ones - and rubber gloves, and he was carrying several large sacks over his shoulder. He grinned as Dipper entered the room.

“Dipper!” he said. “Glad you’re here, I need your help! It’s Strangeshroom Season!”

“Strangeshroom Season?”

“Not one of my most creative names, I’ll admit,” said Ford. “At the start of every summer, the strangeshrooms bloom in the deep forest, but only for two days - today and tomorrow. Then they vanish, just as mysteriously as they appeared. Which means we only have two days to harvest as many as possible.”

“What’s a strangeshroom?”

“Well, it’s a mushroom, but… well, strange.” Ford shrugged. “Each type of strangeshroom has a different property. There’s a kind that explodes in your mouth, a kind that regresses you into a monkey, and a kind that tastes a bit like a lemon drop - and there could be hundreds more! I used to look for them every year and I’d always find new ones. I haven’t been able to for a while, but this is the first time I’ve been in town when they’ve bloomed since I returned to this dimension.”

“So we’re gonna go pick mushrooms?”

“Strangeshrooms, my boy, strangeshrooms!” Ford grinned. “And we won’t just pick them - we’ll test them!”

Dipper nodded.

“Alright,” he declared. “I’m in.”

“Excellent!” Ford clapped his hands together, the rubber slapping together loudly. “Let me just grab you some strange gloves - they’re regular rubber gloves, but the patent office doesn’t need to know that…”

He walked out of the room - revealing Pacifica Northwest, sitting at the dining table behind him, holding a large manila envelope.

“Oh,” said Dipper. “Hey Pacifica.”

“Dipper.”

Dipper sat down at the table.

“What’s with the envelope?” he asked.

“I borrowed some magazines off of your sister last summer,” replied Pacifica. “Dad thinks these are too low-class, so I’m not allowed to buy them.”

“Oh. Uh… that’s unfortunate.”

They sat quietly for a moment or so, Dipper rapping his fingers on the table.

“Heard your dad bought a new mansion,” he said at last.

“Yeah, up on the hill near the old railroad line,” Pacifica nodded. “It’s pretty nice.”

“This one’s not haunted?”

Pacifica rolled her eyes.

“No,” she replied. “Dad hired an exorcist.”

“Oh, you don’t wanna trust those guys,” Dipper snorted. “Most of ‘em are frauds.”

“Well, maybe you can take a look then…”

Unbeknownst to them, Mabel had been walking to the dining room from the kitchen. She had just heard Pacifica’s words, and had quickly hidden herself behind the doorframe, listening in.

“Yeah, alright.” Dipper shrugged. “I’ll come by on Saturday?”

“Sounds good to me,” replied Pacifica. “Call it a date?”

Mabel gasped, covering her mouth.

“Sure,” said Dipper. “A ghost-hunting date.”

Mabel’s eyes widened, and she darted back into the kitchen. This, of course, meant she wasn’t there to hear the rest of the discussion.

“How much do you want for this, then?” asked Pacifica.

“Hmm… $20 sound good?”

“Done. I’ll make it $40 if it actually ends up being haunted.”

“Deal.”

“Found ‘em!”

Ford strolled back into the room, passing a pair of rubber gloves to Dipper.

“Had to make sure it was the right pair,” he said. “I made you your own shock gloves… which were meant to be a birthday present, so pretend to be surprised when you get them.”

“Gotcha.” Dipper nodded.

“Oh, one more thing,” said Ford. “I’ve invited Wendy along. A third set of hands is always good, and I trust her in the forest more than I trust Soos.”

“Good call.”

“Thank you.” Ford looked over her shoulder. “I told her to meet up outside, so we should probably head out.”

“Yep, sounds like a plan,” said Dipper. “See you around, Pacifica.”

“Yep,” said Pacifica.

Dipper and Ford walked out of the house, leaving Pacifica alone. Neither had any idea that Mabel, her photo album forgotten, was already pulling her thoughts together as she sprinted up to the attic.

It was time to bring her matchmaking skills out of retirement.

#gravity falls #dipper pines #mabel pines #pacifica northwest #ford pines #dipcifica #OR IS IT?#writing

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aena-blue · 1 year

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Manifestation - Why Not Them? A Specific Person (SP) Pep Talk/Rant

Hello everyone! This is another short post to cover a simple topic under the umbrella term manifestation to hopefully shed some light on the topic.

Today I just wanted to share a quick little pep talk/rant regarding you specific person (SP).

How many times have you thought about them without sending them a text? Many, right? Okay, so if you can, why wouldn’t they? Why can’t your SP be thinking about you all the time, without letting you know (for now)?

How many times have you felt something about someone, and not told that person about it? Or at least waited, delayed, until you felt more sure, more right, or the right moment presented itself? So, if you have, then why not them? Why could they not be figuring out how much in love with you they are right this very moment? And they will let you know. It’s inevitable.

Your SP is fully capable of thinking and feeling exactly the way you are, without blowing up your phone this very second. So relax, take a breath. It is going to happen if you persist with your technique(s) and accept that manifestation is real and that it will happen for you.

I will write a post about mental diet eventually, and it’s not something you have to do, but something you can do, that might help you. So here’s a suggestion for you. Next time you think about your SP and you wonder “what are they doing?”, how about YOU DECIDE what it is that they are doing?

I do this all the time usually in affirmation form saying things like “It feels so good to know that my SP is thinking about me right now, of course they are, they are so in love with me”. “I love knowing that my SP thinks about me all the time, of course they do, they are so in love with me” “I bet my SP is thinking about me right now, I bet he’s thinking about reaching out because they are missing me so much” And I let myself feel it to be real. I soak in it.

Play with it, have fun with it, give yourself exactly what it is that you want. And keep giving it to yourself, over and over again. Tell your new story, exactly the way you want it to be. Persist in it. It will show up.

I hope that this post was helpful to you. Remember that you can always leave a comment or an anonymous ask me if you have any questions or suggestions on a post that you would like to see!

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