disastrouslydared

[disastrouslydared]

Makeover, Makeover!

Okay, so this is my first non-oc fic soooooo please be nice with criticisms….😭. This was cross-posted on AO3!

Joan had been begging and pleading for weeks for Confucius to let her revise him in her style, but the man kept refusing. It was only until she made that one face that he just couldn't help but accept her offer that she finally found a way in…

“Confucius, stay still! It’ll smudge!”

Confucius whined as he turned his face away from his increasingly irritated yet amused girlfriend, his eyes screwed shut while Joan rolled hers. “I don’t wanna be a black-eyed monster!”

Joan was sitting in Confucius’s lap with one of his wrists in her hand and the other resting on his cheek while he lay on his back, his free arm shielding his face and his legs bent to make her more comfortable. Joan had been trying to “gothify” Confucius for weeks now and he kept refusing, saying he preferred his blue hair and big “tentish” clothes. He liked being bright and interesting to look at! Not that Joan wasn’t interesting to look at, at least he thought she was. It wasn’t until Joan gave him that look she knew would make him unable to refuse that he begrudgingly agreed and accepted her invitation to stay the night at her place.

“Confucius, baby, no one will tell any kind of stories about you.” She saw his expression drop into a pouted one and quickly backtracked. “In a good way! You’ll still look cute, babe! It’s just black makeup, that’s all I’m doing!” Joan cupped his cheek with a reassuring smile as he opened one of his eyes. He pressed his lips into a fine line before he sighed and turned to look up at her full.

Her magenta-dyed strands brushed against his face and tickled his skin, the feeling of her shallow breaths making him want to squirm underneath her again. It didn’t help she wasn’t in her usual gothic attire, having traded it for more comfortable fitting clothes.

A grungy black t-shirt with the title of some indie film he didn’t recognize (not that he recognized most of the merch she got from those film festivals-), loose skull-patterned shorts, and her bangs that’d she decided to grow out to look more like her clone mother were clipped back with a bright blue barrette. The change in clothes had Confucius reeling and was the main reason he could stay still for her, and why he was as red as Joan’s lipstick. But he wasn’t the only one having a hard time.

Joan had been a mess ever since Confucius stepped foot in her house, that smile of his beaming down at her making her heart speed up three times faster than usual. He’d ditched his typical blue jacket and pink plaid shirt, choosing to wear a pink sweatshirt, his usual black pants, and his bright white trainers. It wasn’t a huge difference, but when she saw the way that sweatshirt hugged his arms, she knew it was over for her.

Joan and Confucius stared at each other for a while. Joan held her liquid eyeliner like a knife to his eyelid, and Confucius’s hand held her wrist away from his face. “Confucius, baby, you’re gonna be fine.” She reassured him before leaning down to kiss his forehead, feeling him melt into her sheets as he had that goofy lovesick grin on his lips. That was all he needed.

------------------------

“I need a new name now, Confucius isn’t gonna cut it.” Confucius stood in front of her bathroom mirror admiring himself and doing several poses with dumb faces to match. Joan had made him the most mall-goth version of himself he’d never imagined.

His eyes had copious amounts of black eyeliner that was a bit spiky and eye-catching. Joan gave him fake bridges and snake bite piercings by sticking some silver body gems onto him. “Oh, oh, how about… Lex. Oooh, or —and hear me out about this— Ripper.” He flexed his arms in the mirror with manly grunts and growls, but to Joan, he just looked silly. Hot, but silly.

“I am not letting you change your name!” She laughed between her words as she hung off his shoulders. Confucius didn’t really mean what he was saying; he was only doing so to hear Joan’s laughter fill the bathroom. He looked down at her with a similar expression before rubbing his chin and pretending like he was considering it. “But doesn’t it sound cool to meet a guy named Ripper? I’d never mess with a Ripper, babe.” Joan’s squeaky laughs only got louder with each remark as Confucius felt his cheeks get warmer and his smile grow broader.

He pulled out his phone and started taking photos with the two of them, making silly faces and a few model faces. They were blurred and a bit funny looking but it made it all the better. “I’m so sending these to Harriet, she’s gonna freak!” Confucius exclaimed as he looked over the photos, his heart slightly fluttering at the sight of Joan’s overjoyed grin, her laugh could almost be heard from the screen.

“And I’ll keep this one for my wallpaper..” Confucius mumbled to himself before looking over at Joan who was messing around with her appearance in the mirror, her cheeks reddened from all the smiling she'd been doing and he couldn't help but stare at her with a goofy smile.

He felt so fucking lucky to be with her.

[disastrouslydared]

jelly

twitter/ insta/ store

[disastrouslydared]

Is it “minors,” AP? Not children? Not 7 year old Hind begging the operator on the phone to take her away from the corpses of her siblings, shot to bloody pieces in front of her? Not the little boy caught on camera saying he’s at least grateful he didn’t get martyred while bleeding from a severe leg injury? Not the two little girls dead because shrapnel fell on the encampments in Rafah from Israeli bombings and fucking killed them in front of their parents? We’re calling the little kids Israel forces murdered in cold blood minors now?

[disastrouslydared]

Whatever happened to hanahaki fics why does no one write those anymore

[disastrouslydared]

[disastrouslydared]

[disastrouslydared]

rainbow ducky

[disastrouslydared]

for anyone who loved hobie/spiderpunk in the new movie, please know that his best friend is an indigenous gay man who goes by captain anarchy (the person he's kissing is that universe's rick jones).

and that he's also friends/allies with his universe's ironheart, ms marvel, and daredevil.

also his symbiote is his dog.

anyways, stan spiderpunk. hobart brown you will always be famous to me.

[disastrouslydared]

This is a little blurb of my personal OC, Marshall (Last Name Pending), that I decide to shitpost. This was made with a black!reader in mind but anyone can read. Enjoy.

Sleepless Nights and Bright Screens

It was 03:34am.

Marshall laid up on his bed with his hand behind his neck, the other draped on your waist as your murmured in an unclear fashion. His thumb rubbed at your skin while he peeled an eye open, his brown raising as the piercing white light of your screen greeted him.

“Why’re you up?” He muttered while his calloused hand went up to pinch your cheek, breathing deeply as you shrugged him away, staring into the low light of your phone as your thumbs swiftly typed.

“You know I have a hard time sleeping.” You rasped, typing away at your notes app as you blinked sleep away from your eyes. Your bonnet was slightly riding up your head as your eyes bored into the screen, tiny curls peeking out as Marshall rolled his eyes.

Kissing your cheekbone, he snatched the phone away from your hands, turning it off and putting it on his nightstand before he pulled the bonnet down over your eyes.

“Excuse you.” You grumbled as you looked up at him, your eyes narrowed as you fixed it back properly. Marshall ignored your complaints, placing his hand on your head. You felt your face get pushed onto his chest, left cheek smooshing onto the plush skin near his scars.

“Sleep. It’s late and you need to be up for school tomorrow… well, today..” He spoke softly and gently to you as he dragged his palm over your ear repeatedly, the sound bringing a wave of exhaustion crashing. You traced the scars under his pecs tenderly, your eyes drifting closed as your chest started to slow in its rising.

You listened to his heart beating strong and loudly, skipping a few times much to your concern but you decided to ask about that another time.

Right here, right now, it was time to relish in this tender moment. A moment you’d never experienced. Pure love and adoration came from Marshall as he soothed you, only stopping once you were in a deep sleep.

His hand clasped around yours before he allowed himself to rest, his heart beating at the same rhythm as your own. “Goodnight, love..”

I’ll be under the tag “#adreamerswritings” so it’s easier to read all my works! I’ll also put my asks/requests on in the (unlikely) event someone would like a custom fanfic written lmao.

Sleep well, mi amors~

[disastrouslydared]

We need everyone's help right now to protect the rainforest and Indigenous People

The Amazon Rainforest is under a massive threat. I know you've heard this a million times, but this is different. There is a piece of legislation that will decimate the rights of Indigenous people of Brazil, who have been protecting the rainforest. It's unfathomably bad. It has majority support. And they're voting tomorrow. As reported here, the Bill allows "the Brazilian government to find energy resources, set up military bases, develop strategic roads, and implement commercial agriculture on protected Indigenous tribal lands, without any prior discussion with the affected peoples."

The thing you can do—and I know this sounds overly simple—is sign this petition—and tell your friends to do the same: SIGN HERE.

As reported here, the Bill allows "the Brazilian government to find energy resources, set up military bases, develop strategic roads, and implement commercial agriculture on protected Indigenous tribal lands, without any prior discussion with the affected peoples."

Again, this bill has majority support. You may be wondering, why will a petition signed by people who don't live in Brazil make any difference? Because it will give those opposing it political air cover. It will show the world is with them.

But we need a LOT of signatures.

Please do this simple act and spread the word.

[disastrouslydared]

[disastrouslydared]

I literally just got out of my book bonding hyperfixation. IF I WASTE A TON OF MONEY, IM BLAMING YOU 😭😭😭

More concepts for @bamsara ‘s solar lunacy! With cover ideas, and fore edge painting designs.

The first book (or Arc 1) will be themed around Sun, the second book/arc on moon, and the third based on stars (concept and colour still subject to change)

Im also thinking that the bytes of lunacy side fics will be included in the back of the third book.

[disastrouslydared]

Reposting this so I don’t forget 😌

today is my birthday! i’m 33 today and i have done an ungodly amount of stupid shit in my life that honestly probably should have gotten me killed. so here are 33 hard-won things i’ve learned that i wish someone had told me sooner.

whenever you buy an object, you are going to own that object for your entire life unless you make the conscious decision to throw it away or give it a new home. maybe other people don’t struggle with this as much as i do, but i’ve grown to become a little exhausted by finding a thing and realizing i don’t want it anymore, but i don’t have the energy or motivation to do anything with it. signed, a woman with a packed 10x10 storage unit who is now extremely hesitant to buy new things.

food, and by that i mean good food (and by that i don’t necessarily mean healthy food, but food of good quality that you love), is necessary to live, and buying it, preparing it, and eating it is not a chore. the sooner you accept this and make food a priority in your life, the healthier you’ll be. 

speaking of food, not everything you buy should be the cheapest version of it. personally i’ve found it’s always worth it to splurge on good olive oil, butter, and canned tomatoes. for years i thought i was an awful cook because i was cooking with cheap, disgusting olive oil that made my food taste like shit.

speaking of food part 2, i can’t BELIEVE how long this took me to figure out, but mise en place is the real real. get your shit out and organized and prepped *before* you start cooking, even if it makes things take longer. and yes, it is always worth it to do the dishes as you go, which pisses me off.

when i was teaching myself how to cook and feeling daunted about it, the best advice i ever got was to aim to learn 15 recipes and then put them in rotation.

this is the most horrific and awful truth i have forced myself to accept: there may come a day you can no longer digest your favorite foods, and you will either have to stop eating them, or remain very close to a toilet. i’m sorry.

other people are always going to misperceive you and misunderstand you, sometimes willfully. other people’s opinions of you don’t actually have anything to do with you. they’re not your business, and you don’t have to worry about it or change yourself.

when innocuous or neutral things make you irrationally angry or upset, step back, realize you’re having a big reaction, and then when you’re ready, pay very close attention to the thing that upset you, because you’re about to learn something important about yourself.

a pill sorter can save your life. i don’t know how i managed my meds without one.

sometimes college is about learning stuff, and not about becoming something.

no matter how many perfectionist tendencies you have, it’s worth it to remind yourself that no matter how much of a mess you actually are, you deserve to be loved.

if you’re always forgetting to do important but tedious things, set an alarm and set aside one hour of each week, not to do the important tedious things, but to assess what needs to be done, and *schedule* the important tedious things for the following week. this literally changed my life.

during that hour, make a meal plan too. the point of doing this is condense the time in which you’re making decisions (what to do, what to eat, etc) so you don’t have to burden yourself with them throughout the week. decision fatigue is real. any way you can alleviate that is a good thing.

learn the difference between aggressive, passive, passive-aggressive, and assertive behavior. recognize when you’re being one of the first three, re-assess and aim for being assertive, even if it’s hard.

you can tell you’ve processed trauma, not when the traumatic thing stops upsetting you to think about, but when the traumatic thing takes up the same size in your brain as all your other memories.

if you’re one of those people who never seems to finish projects or follow through with things, there’s a chance you may just grow out of it naturally. until then, follow your interests and don’t feel bad about putting down a hobby to pick up another.

if you love stickers but have sticker anxiety, buy vinyl stickers. you can re-stick them.

there are only a few careers i can think of that you have to commit to early in life because getting the undergraduate credentials is a pain in the ass (teachers, doctors, and engineers, from my research). nearly everything else you can switch to later, which takes a LOT of pressure off having to figure out what you want to do with your life.

people say there’s no money in becoming an artist, writer, musician, etc. actually there’s a ton of money in all of those things, it’s just in the stuff other people want you to make and never what you want to make. it’s still worth it to develop the creative skill and not force yourself into business school because it’s more “practical” or whatever. 

sleep when you’re tired. SLEEP WHEN YOU’RE TIRED. don’t beat yourself up about it, don’t tell yourself you shouldn’t be tired or that you’ve already slept too much, just take a fucking nap. you would never say “hm i’ve already had enough water today, therefore i should not be thirsty” so don’t treat sleep the same way.

when you build a piece of furniture from target or ikea or whatever, the first thing you should do is count all the little screws and things to make sure everything’s there that should be. it sucks to get halfway into putting something together only to find there’s a piece missing and you have to go buy it.

learn to travel by yourself, go out to eat by yourself, see a movie by yourself. in my early 20s i was scared to do these things, but i do them so often now i don’t even think about it. it’s the most fulfilling skill i’ve ever learned.

adding to the above, if you’re a people-pleaser, being alone is especially important, because you’ve probably developed the habit of making the people you’re with more comfortable and happy than yourself, and you’re missing a lot of the beautiful and interesting things around you. when you’re by yourself, you can focus on what *you* want without guilt. 

sometimes you’ll want to break things off with a friend for reasons that are no one’s fault, and you don’t want it to be volatile or make a big thing of it, in which case the goal is to simply fade out of their life. it is okay to let people go.

shame is useless. get rid of it.

no matter how much of yourself you put into your art (or writing, or music, or whatever), when people criticize it, they are not criticizing you. they are having a reaction colored by their own tastes and perspectives. their opinion of your work has nothing to do with you. you don’t have to take everyone’s feedback. in fact you don’t have to take anyone’s feedback. the other side to this coin unfortunately is that compliments don’t have anything to do with you either. it’s good to accept this because it means you’ll stop seeking validation from other people and won’t let anyone else’s perspectives impact your work. anything nice anyone says about your work is merely a bonus to an already good thing.

if you’re an artist of any kind, take one day a year to look up opportunities like grants, funding, residencies, workshops, whatever. put the due dates of all of them on a calendar for the year following and get into the habit of applying for stuff. getting rejected sucks, application fees suck, but in all the years i’ve been doing this, it has always, always been worth it. these things give you a chance not only to help fund and support what you’re passionate about, but they force you to take your own work seriously, and that is something that’s absolutely necessary in order to be successful.

you must become your own greatest advocate. in all respects–in health, in love, in happiness, in freedom, you must. no one will ever fight as hard for you as you will. this in turn will give you the strength and motivation to help others fight for themselves too. the only way the world will ever get better is if every person on this planet learns to see themselves as equals to everyone around them.

brag about yourself as often as you can. for one, people develop their perceptions of you based on how you treat yourself and speak about yourself. but for two, it’s the fastest way to figure out which people to keep in your life, because they’re the ones who are going “oh hell yeah, you’re awesome.” 

be the person other people want to brag to.

at some point in your life, someone is going to hurt you, and it’s going to be willful and intentional. it is not worth it to waste brain space figuring out why they did it or why you think you deserved it. all you have to do is let yourself feel that pain, acknowledge it, and try to move on.

no matter how bad off you think you are, recovery is possible. the first and hardest step is to learn you’re worth the time and effort it takes to recover from the awful things that have happened to you.

developing an expertise does not mean you’re getting objectively better at something. becoming an expert is only the process of seeing your mistakes and having the patience to sit in the discomfort of not knowing how to fix them.    

[disastrouslydared]

[disastrouslydared]

Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

[disastrouslydared]

[disastrouslydared]

yes your honor, i do think i am very funny haha