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[theantichristpluviophile]

Growing up with a gender non conforming mother literally saved me. She never wore makeup, she rarely shaved, she had short hair, she always put comfort first when choosing clothes, she never cared for skincare or anti-aging products in fact she’s proud of her wrinkles, she was a ‘these are signs of a fulfilling life’ mother not a retinol at 15 mother, she was a ‘eat whatever you want’ mother not a ‘are you gonna eat all that?’ mother, she was openly against plastic surgery, she stood up for her beliefs, she never let men talk down to her or belittle her, she was always down for a debate etc.

It didn't dawn on me until I got older that this wasn't 'normal'. That not everyone’s mother was like that. I rarely felt pressure to conform to patriarchal gender stereotypes because I didn’t grow up with one as a role model. In fact the only times I started to feel as though I should conform to ‘femininity’ was when I started integrating more into wider society and less in the comfort of my home. (Social media, friendships etc)

When I was a kid, I took it for granted, but now I see how blessed I was to be raised by a mother like that, and I see how much my friends and women online are struggling to accept themselves in totality, in their natural and unapologetic form. Since I was born, I thought it was totally normal for women to be like that … because it should be.

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[aismoker]

Alex was a product of modern society. Staring large parts of his life on his phone, he perceived the world through the algorithms of the small device that almost never left his hand. He wasn't aware of this. He never thought about the fact that everything he saw and heard, the things that matttered to him, were provided by distant, uncaring companies, whose main goal was to make money. No, he saw it as completely normal that his life revolved around the number of likes, re-tweets and views. He thought he couldn't live without them. He would be a no one. He wouldn't matter. He needed the constant reassurance of his online friends.

The way he lived his life made him very insecure and afraid. Subconsciously, he had hung the sword of Damocles above his head, made of the fear for dislikes, the fear to get cancelled, to be shunned by his peers. From a happy out-going teenager he had grown into a frightful, stressed young adult, always trying to show how perfect his life was, always trying to meet the standards he saw on his phone. Standards that were raised higher and higher everytime he glanced on his phone.

Almost everything he did, he did so he could share it online. That was also the reason why he went to the beauty salon every other friday. Not because he was vain by nature, but out of fear not to meet the standards anymore. To be judged and found unworthy.

This friday, however, things were not going as planned for Alex. He stood in front of the door of the beauty salon he always went to. But this time was different. On the door was a note: "Closed until further notice due to a medical emergency." Alex's stress levels and anxiety sky-rocketed. Suddenly he found it hard to breathe. What was he going to do? He needed his beauty routine! What if his friends would notice? They would make fun of him! He would perhaps even lose followers! He NEEDED it! Not a single thought in his head went to the owner of the beauty salon and her medical emergency.

The longer he stood there, the more stressed he felt. He had to make a live stream in a couple of hours and he would look ridiculous. He had to find another place that could get him tidied up! Stress started to turn into panic. He frantically checked his phone. There were no beauty salons in the neighbourhood. Only a barbershop, without any ratings. Since it wss the only option he had, Alex decided to go there. He tried to stay positive. Perhaps it would be a hidden pearl that he was discovering! He could make a video about it! But he knew he was only thinking that, in order to keep his sanity.

He followed the route set out by his phone. When it said that he had reached his destination, he looked up from his phone. He stood in front of an old barbershop. The place looked nothing like the beauty salon he normally went to... with a bit of hesitation he walked towards the door.

As he opened the door, he expected to smell the comforting mixture of shampoo and other beauty products. Instead, he was welcomed by a strong pungent smell of... cigars? Alex hesitated and frowned. He had the feeling it was a bad idea. But still, he needed to get fixed up.

Alex opened the door further and stepped inside. As the door closed behind him, he felt his heart jump. Inside the shop the atmosohere was heavy. It was as if a heavy blanket was pulled over him. He could feel how it slightly dulled his senses. He slowly walked deeper into the shop. It was silent. Almost too silent. He could not hear anything, not even from the street outside. The smell of cigar smoke was getting stronger and stronger and the air was getting hazier. It was as if Alex had entered a completely different world, where he was completely alone. He looked at his phone. No reception. Alex wondered how long ago it was that he had been off the grid. He couldn't remember.

Alex, however, wasn't completely alone. At the back of the shop was standing a man. Not just a man. A real man. Strong, masculine, with a big beard and a perfectly shaved head. It was as if a power was radiating from him. Alex couldn't help but think that this guy was everything he was not. The man approached Alex and after taking a deep drag, he started speaking, the deep timbre of his voice almost echoing in Alex' ears: "Welcome, my friend, this is your first time here, isn't it? What can I do for you?" The man kept looking at Alex as he came closer. Alex was a bit stunned. "Uh... I... I just need a small fixer upper... Just a fresh restyle of my hair and... you do facial cleanings?" The man stood now directly in front of Alex, looking him directly in the eyes and exhaling cigar smoke directly into his face. Alex didn't even notice it. He was transfixed by the barber's dark eyes. They seemed to penetrate Alex's soul, seeing things that no one else could see. Alex felt like he stood naked in front of the man, but he couldn't move. "Sorry, my friend," the barber said, "we don't do those things here, but I think I can give you what you need." The man turned around and walked to one of the chairs. Alex followed him. He sat down, not sure what was going to happen.

"Just relax, my friend. I am going to help you," the barber said as he put a barber cape around him. He then started to massage Alex' head.

It didn't take long before Alex was completely relaxed. The barber's hands felt so good on his head. The cigar smoke wasn't bothering Alex anymore, it was as if was forming a protective cocoon around him and the barber. A small world, in which only the two of them existed.

After a while, the barber started speaking to Alex, softly and friendly: "Yes, that's good, my friend... Relax... You really need to relax... Let all those troubles fall away... You are safe here... There is no need for stress and anxiety... Yes, that's good... Deep breathes... Very good... The smoke doesn't bother you... It helps you to relax... Yes, good deep breathes... The deeper you breathe in, the more you let me in... You want that, don't you? ... I can help you... fix you... Yes, very good... let me in...

As the barber kept massaging Alex' head, Alex felt more and more relaxed. The more he relaxed, the more he could feel the powerful presence of the barber surrounding him. He felt so good, so safe, like there was nothing else in the world besides him and the barber. He didn't think about his live stream anymore, there were no thoughts about retweets or likes anymore. It was just him and the barber, together in the smokey cocoon. As the barber continued to massage his head, Alex opened his mind to the barber. He could feel the barbwr's power flow into his mind, loosening and straightening out the knots that had formed there.

"Yes, my friend, very good... Open yourself uo to me... You are so full of stress and anxiety, like so many in modern society... all consumed by your phone... by what others might think of you... you have lost yourself, haven't you?"

Alex not even aware of it, nodded, tears started to well up in his eyes. The barber kept massaging Alex' head.

"Don't worry, my friend. I can help you... teach you... You want that, don't you? To be the person you were meant to be... Strong... No longer afraid to be judged by your friends..."

Alex nodded again. The barber smiled friendly. "I knew you would." For a moment he stopped, to light up a fresh cigar. He then continued massaging. The clouds of smoke became denser and denser, until hardly anything could be seen. Alex kept breathing in the smoke, welcoming them in his lungs, like his brain was welcoming the words of the barber."

After several hours, the barber was done. Alex, waking up from his trance stood up and embraced the barber. "Thank you, my friend," he said. The barber smiled and returned the embrace. "No problem, my friend, but know that you are just at the beginning of your journey."

Alex left the barber shop. He felt different. Lighter. Happier. As he walked past a waste bin, he took his phone out and threw it in. No longer wanted he to be controlled by it. No longer was he controlled by it.

3 MONTHS LATER

"Hello, my friend, it's me, Alex. You probably don't recognize me. Once I was like you. Living on my phone instead of in the world. My barber, however, changed my life for the better. He showed me, there was another way of living, a berter way, without following the whims of modern society. I used to be what others wanted me to be, always afraid of their judgement. Haha, when I think of it, it sounds so silly. Now I don't longer care about what people think of me and if they judge me. Their judgement doesn't matter. The few of the friends that knew me in real life have shunned me, they think I am a pariah and are afraid that my appearance will make them look bad, but I don't care. My outside now reflects who I am inside. I am proud of who I am. Prouder than I have been ever before.

I am now on my way to the barber. I go there now every Friday. Not to get my hair cut, but to learn. He is a good friend, a teacher and a mentor. He is almost like a father to me. He helps me to become the man I really am. I picked up the cigar habit from him, but well, no one is perfect, right?

After that we go out and meet friends. Through him, I came in contact with great guys. Some of them used to be like me, but they also saw the light. We meet ever Friday and we have become friends very quickly, but it feels like we have become brothers.

If you want, I can introduce you to them. We are always happy to find new brothers.

[coldwind-shiningstars]

I often find myself casually mentioning something I do to accomodate my disability that I think is too "simple" to mention, but I forget how much time and effort I put into adapting my life! So, in case anyone else finds it useful, small disability tips that may be obvious but may also be helpful (feel free to add on!):

> baby food pouches for fruits/vegetables that are easy to make and easier to digest than other forms. usually when I say this people go "ew!" but they're honestly just like different flavors of applesauce

> shower chair! Preferably one with a back. even if you think you don't need a shower chair they're useful even if youve just had a long day, and I've also heard useful to shave your legs. backs on chairs I have personally found super helpful, I lose my balance without a back when I close my eyes

> speaking of showers, I have a horizontal grab bar that I face and rest my arms on to shampoo and conditioner my hair. this helps a lot with arm fatigue

> if you have POTS or acid reflux, try propping up the head of your bed slightly. you can get bed raisers that do this!

> ask your doctors to email you your appointments with a link to click to add them to your calendar. personally I have a lot of trouble with brain issues where I make copying errors and the link helps a Lot

> wedge pillows to lean back on, and a pillow under your arms to rest them on to hold a book, your phone, or your knitting!

> you can get a desk that rolls over your bed, which can be much more stable than a lap desk (you may have seen these in hospitals, but they're available for homes, too!) I actually like to take a legged lap desk and put it on top of the rolling desk, and put my keyboard under the lap desk and my laptop on top

> ergonomic mouse, even if you think you don't have wrist issues. you can always develop wrist issues if you're online a lot

> if you have sensitive skin issues, allergies, MCAS, or things like that, the So Sensitive spreadsheet is pretty useful! Some categories don't have many products listed but you can add ones you find useful too. Find it here

[lover-boygirl]

Biggest fantasy is someone finding my blog and blackmailing me with it. If it's someone online, I'd have to send them daily videos of me completely my daily tasks and pictures throughout the day showing I'm following the rules. And I have to do it all with a smile on my face.

Being forced to stop T. Having to shave and wear makeup everyday. Taking supplements they send me promoting breast growth and estrogen production. Having to pump my tits and pussy at least once a day. Fucking myself on toys they send me. Moaning like a pornstar the entire time because I have to.

Then they start sending me new clothes that I would have to try on and they get to see if I have to get to keep them. They make me either donate or cut up my old clothes to make them sluttier and girlier. They pay for me to get my nipples and clit pierced, so I get them pierced. And then I send them a thank you video showing off my new jewelry.

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[hoodreader]

I. AFROSTROLOGY: hair inspiration for black people who want to try a new hairstyle but feel stuck. including natural hair styles & texture diversity.

all of this is theoretical, especially the vedic sidereal. so please keep that mind before u gone and take the advice of tumblr user hoodreader. ur own chart still has its own personal contexts that cannot be accounted for in a random post online, haha. so i’d advise to read primarily from a tropical western lens.

while anyone can read & enjoy this post, it is made with black people (and black hair) in mind. for that reason, my explanations will be from a black perspective.

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HAIRSTYLE ONE 🌹 BIG CHOP. when u remove a large bulk of ur hair.

people big chop for a lot of reasons. for one, there’s financial costs. black hair care is expensive. and that’s because a lot of these companies are scamming us but i digress. when u have less hair, u can use less product. other reasons are cultural or spiritual. some is because certain hair types can be time consuming to work with. other reasons are because the person likes their hair short!

so whatever ur reason, cutting ur hair is a great choice for people wanting to do something daring or powerful with their appearance. read on to see my theories on big chopping.

MARTIANS. mars in the first house, aspecting the ascendant or inner planets, aspecting saturn, aries, capricorn, or scorpio placements.

maybe mars-ruled nakshatras (mrigashira, chitra, and dhanishta.) honorary mention to krittika nakshatra especially aries rashi, granted krittika is solar.

WHY? mars rules over sharp objects and things being cut. and krittika itself is the nakshatra associated with knives. mars is associated with short hair (both by choice & by balding). and mars is the planet associated with masculinity — long hair is viewed as a feminine trait. thus… martian girls tend to be “dark feminine,” androgynous, or masculine in presentation.

mars is also the planet of the face, & i think martians tend to have “cut” faces (defined features, appearing carved.) likewise, i think the hair sometimes conceals the face and when hair is removed, u can more easily see the face.

for the martian naks… “maybe” is the operative word. in my case, i only really see chitras experimenting with their hair length. but krittikas? absolutely. aries rashi krittikas look amazing with short hair cuts. very elf-like.

SATURNIANS. saturn in the first house, saturn aspecting the ascendant. capricorn placements. saturn aspecting the inner planets.

maybe saturn-ruled nakshatras (pushya, anuradha, and uttara bhadrapada.) etc.

WHY? it honors saturn to regularly purge or energetically cleanse. this doesn’t have to be as dramatic as a big chop, but they are a form of it. our hair holds a large amount of energy.

i notice women - especially black - cling to dead, unhealthy hair b/c the fixation on length. whether the ends are splitting up the shaft, or it’s chemically / heat damaged, etc. i think that’s because black women tend to have trauma relating to hair. cutting ur hair usually frees u from that cycle of valuing urself so much on ur hair. ur more than that.

explanation from @/vindelllas. it reads, “if one suddenly removes their hair, they will likely feel the energies they so desperately crave move in that direction. to clarify, u probably have noticed how if someone is particularly struggling with their mental health, they like to cut or shave their hair.” — if u have the urge to make that step, it’s for a reason. u may crave to be “pruned” in order to control ur energy absorption.

now… for the saturn-ruled nakshatras… “maybe” is the operative word. i can’t really imagine pushyas liberally cutting their hair unless they had some martian or rahuvian influence. for anuradha, maybe to the chin or shoulders. i’m unsure about uttarabhadra.

RAHUVIANS. rahu aspecting the ascendant, or in the first house, rahu aspecting inner planets (especially saturn, venus, or moon), planets in rahu-ruled nakshatras (ardra, swati, shatabisha.) etc.

rahu is another body associated with short hair (through choice or baldness). & in my opinion, they undergo radical changes in appearance. they’re similar to martians in how they present themselves in a “dark feminine” way, or just refusing to subscribe to patriarchy.

i think the best public example of this would be doja cat, a chitra rahu conjunct her first house chitra sun & ascendant. she experienced a nodal reversal and immediately cut off her hair. then began reclaiming her kinky hair texture that was stigmatized against, to the point where she would verbalize that she hated it or she would cover it with wigs. but when she cut it off, i think it was the sign that she was beginning to undergo a transformation.

rahu is destructive and rebellious, including of beauty standards. i notice when rahuvian women first cut their hair, they sorta get addicted to the freedom from conventional femininity and they almost never let their hair grow back out again. for the rahu woman, it’s definitely a form of power reclamation.

KETUVIANS. ketu aspecting the ascendant, or in the first house, aspecting the inner planets (especially saturn, venus, or moon), planets in ketu-ruled nakshatras (ashwini, magha, mula.) etc.

ketu is the headless body, so ketuvians might sometimes cut very lowly. like, bald low.

ketuvians may cut their hair in response to something spiritual. and to be honest, i think “something spiritual” is always the motivation when someone cuts their hair. but for ketuvians, i don’t think it’s about getting powerful. i think it’s about detachment, especially for the reason that ketu is associated with long hair. cutting that off is a sign of surrender.

where the rahuvians cut their hair to obtain power, ketuvians i feel cut their hair to surrender the desire for it at all. like how monks shave.

ALTERNATIVES. i get if someone may be apprehensive about cutting their hair off. so if u aren’t sure u would want to commit to that, try layers or getting ur ends trimmed, or a short wig. i also recommend veiling (for nodals or saturnians). and yes! wearing wigs or lace fronts is a form of veiling. personally, i am against wearing human hair for ethical and spiritual reasons, & i’d advise against it unless it’s intentional.

i think it’s worth taking into consideration that black people’s relationship to hair will not mirror what’s believed in other cultures, such as in vedic.

other cultures have an extensive history of anti blackness towards black hair, whether it’s how it naturally looks or how we choose to style it. especially in regions of the world such as south asia.

and that’s why i made this post! for a pro-black perspective on these things as to not inadvertently imply uncivilization or unruliness based on our features. black is beautiful. u are beautiful. and i hope u feel empowered by this post.

with love, hoodreader.

[rosaspicypaper]

I wasn't even ten when my mother taught me to shave. It was exciting. I felt grown up. She explained to me, gently, that I would have a lot to get rid of for the rest of my life. We just had a lot of body hair, more than average. So, there I remember being a little girl, taking a blade to my skin every time I had to shower. A family hardly able to afford food for the week, but we still prioritized a razor for a child in the fifth grade. It grew everywhere, even thick and dark on my thighs. I took it all away, sometimes spending 15 minutes double checking myself to make sure I got every last one. And then, if I found I didn't once had I dried off, I'd get back in and finish the job, or do it dry to ensure I got it all, razor burn preferable to hair. It didn't stop there. I wasn't stupid. I knew the legs weren't the only place you didn't want to have body hair. Once I felt I had the hang of it, I started to shave my armpits. My belly. My chest. My pubic area. My arms. And, as a courtesy of the bones in my wrist, I eventually took out a chunk of flesh so deep and wide you can still see the scar over a decade later. My mom understood. She bandaged me up, and I maintained my routine. Middle school was harder. I kept it up, but kids saw through it. They called me a dog. I had to get rid of even more, I determined. Shaving my chest and my belly turned into waxing. I became self conscious of the dark hair on my cheeks and my jaw, my upper lip and what lay outside of an ideal brow shape. I ripped it all away, checking twice daily for hair I missed, and if I found any I had a pair of tweezers to help finish the job. I was, of course, introduced to the idea floating around online that women didn't have to remove their body hair. I agreed, I thought, that women could do whatever they wanted with their body hair! And if that was the case, I'd choose to keep getting rid of mine. We've all heard the same excuse parrotted around: "I just like the way it feels." And I did. Of course I did. I was used to the smooth skin and that baby soft feel, the validation and admiration that came with having a perfect, hairless...everything. I was okay with other women making the choice to have it because their choice wasn't going to make me feel otherly. I never genuinely understood how miserable it was to maintain the routine until my sophomore year of high school. It had become as second nature to me as brushing my teeth or washing my hair. But, I chose to stop shaving. Over the years, I would cave to the misery and get rid of it all over again, but eventually I'd let it grow out, and it was uncomfortable. It was scary. The prickling hair drove me crazy, the sandy feel of my legs making me squirm once it had grown out. I loathed putting lotion on. It felt like I had to use half the bottle just to get to my legs. Jeans in the summer until I couldn't stand it anymore, friends that flushed with embarrassment when we'd go to the pool. A mother pleading me to do it again, "for me". Struggling to find products that would work for me because women's hygiene isn't formulated with women's natural selves in mind... by now, I don't think I've shaved in over 4 years, and I certainly don't feel so otherly anymore. Was it the easy choice? Was it the comfortable one? Not at all, but I feel as though it was the necessary one.

[soopibean]

Seventeens hair care routine

Dont ask me why i did this

Scoups

Simple shampoo and conditioner, nothing fancy, gets gifted to him by EVERYONE he knows after he said he used it once and he's now just trying to get rid of it at this point. Please stop he doesn't need anymore.

Jeonghan

No one knows. Refuses to tell anyone what it is. Stored in a super suspicious container that nobody has the guts to open, apart from Hoshi who did once and swore it was glowing. If you ask Jeonghan about it he'll be super cryptic with his answers. Its probably not legal.

Joshua

Whatever it is it smells heavenly.

Jun

Plain water. Sometimes adds something weird like butter or salt if he's feeling saucy.

Hoshi

Tiger themed. Found it in the kids section and complained to the manager that it was in the wrong place. Tigers obviously aren't meant for kids. Got kicked out so he has to order online now. Trying to get a brand deal with the company that made it.

Wonwoo

Did research to find out the prime amount of shampoo and conditioner to use. Measures it out before each shower. It probably either doesn't smell of anything or has the strong scent of antiseptic no in between.

Woozi

Debates shaving his head every single day. Why shower when he could be producing.

The8

Something very fancy. Entirely written in French so he doesn't actually know what it is. Just does it for the vibe.

Mingyu

Receives a mysterious bottle under his pillow every so often. Doesn't know where it comes from. Doesn't question it.

Dk

Has a weekly subscription and receives a new scent each week. Gets very excited. Asks everyone to sniff his hair and guess the smell. Only Hoshi does.

Seungkwan

Secret remedy passed through his family for generations. Insists its life changing. Is actually just head and shoulders.

Vernon

3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner and body wash.

Dino

Gillette branded products. Not by choice. Somehow every time he buys something different, its mysteriously replaced by gillette again the next day. He's tried everything in hopes to find out who's behind it but every member denies having any involvement. Its now been 2 years and he's finally given up trying to fight it.

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Daily Check-in:

July 2nd, 2024 🎀

Hello! I'm backkkkk! Now that I'm finally doing stuff again, I figured I'd start my daily check ins again and keep myself motivated and accountable with doing productive stuff daily! no challenges, no pressure, just an understanding that something is better than nothing!

🩷 What I Accomplished:

took a 2.5 hour nap in the morning (had an anxiety attack randomly that left ne absolutely exhausted but the nap was so nice)

reviewed a few Spanish lessons on Busuu

completed 2 new Spanish lessons on Busuu

completed 2 Korean Hangul lessons on Busuu

booked an Italki Spanish lesson for July 15th

booked an Italki trial lesson in Korean for July 24th (pushing myself to learn the alphabet and study as much as possible til then so I won't be an absolute absolute beginner, hopefully)

reached out to a tattoo/piercing shop about some piercings my friends and I want to maybe get while in Colorado

bought a margarita pizza from a little Italian pizza shop and it was DELICIOUS

journaled in the morning

did my night time skincare (I needed it, my face was dry and flaky)

drank ~40oz of water (definitely should've drank more)

reached out to an online health and fitness coach, so we'll see how that goes, if it goes anywhere

💔 What Could've Gone Better:

random anxiety attack stopped me from going to workout so I stayed in bed most of the day, exhausted

didn't get many steps in or do much in general

ate 4 out of the 6 slices of pizza (it was comforting, idk. it happens, so I won't beat myself up. saved those 2 slices for my roommates if she wants them!)

could've definitely spent less time on tiktok and more time studying the languages I'm trying to learn

might even broken my middle toe on my left foot after slamming it into the side of a bottom drawer that I didn't know was open

💗 Stuff For Tomorrow (July 3rd)

make all necessary payments (rent, new apartment, credit cards, etc)

study Spanish a bit (~1 hour or more)

study Korean Hangul a decent amount (~1 hour, or more, preferably)

try to workout or at least keep my steps up

do laundry

wash our towels (housekeeping here in seriously not the best)

find somewhere to buy Tylenol and tape for my (most likely) broken toe

try not to spend too much money eating out today, since I got paid

do not forget to take my medications!

morning journaling and night journaling

doing my skincare in the morning and at night

keeping up with my hygiene in general, like brushing teeth, shower exfoliation, Shaving, etc (kinds like having a self care maintenance day)

💕 Song of The Day: Girls Never Die - tripleS

this is my favorite song to listen to on the bus home from work at the moment

not much left to say, but today will definitely be a good day for me! I'll make sure of it

til next time lovelies 🩷

[pleaseeeimjustagirl]

Building A Productive Routine And Being Consistent 

It is officially 2024! This is my first self-improvement post of the year<3 I want to discuss routines and creating a productive routine. Routines are super important they help you build structure in your life, boost your self-confidence, and can help you achieve all of your goals for this year!

What are your goals? 

♡ If you have not already written out your goals for the year I'm going to need you to do that whenever you have the time. Be realistic don't complicate or stress yourself out.

♡ Look at the habits that you have currently that are stopping you from achieving your goals. Be honest with yourself. For example, your goal is to read more self-help books this year but you have a habit of watching too much TV or scrolling on TikTok for hours on end.

♡ After writing down your goals and identifying your bad habits, it's time to select new habits that align with your goals. 

♡ You need a nonnegotiable habit this year. For instance, if your objective is to lose weight, you may consider meal prepping or pilates workouts three times a week as a non-negotiable. 

Time to build your routine 

♡ A planner that I use is the Structured App. This app has so many amazing features that you can use to plan your week. You can also use Google Calendar or buy digital/physical planners online.

♡ It can be helpful to take a realistic approach when trying to incorporate new habits into your daily routine. Take a look at your current schedule, including your sleep and work or school schedule, and try to fit in your new habits accordingly. This can ensure that you can realistically commit to your new habits without overwhelming your existing schedule.

♡ It's a good idea to practice a new schedule by taking a day out of the week to try it out. If you decide to wake up at 5 am instead of 7 am, test it out and see if it works for you. You might find that you get more done waking up earlier. However, if it doesn't work, don't worry. You can swap out and change your routine as much as you need until you find what works best for you.

♡ If you realize that you have too many habits and no space to fit them into your schedule, you might need to prioritize and focus on the most important ones.

You should make time for... 

♡ Sleep! I can not stress this enough you need to get a good amount of sleep daily. Sleep has so many benefits. You can read this article on sleep for more details

♡ Self-care. Incorporating self-care into your daily routine is very important. This can include taking care of your skin, grooming yourself, shaving, and other similar activities. Self-care is a nurturing act that you can do for yourself, so it's essential to prioritize taking care of yourself.

♡ Getting sunlight. Andrew Huberman is so popular right now and he recommends in the morning getting 10-15 minutes of sunlight. He says not only does this boost your mood but it will help you sleep better at night. For anyone who also deals with seasonal affective disorder, this is a tip I 100% recommend. 

♡ Moving your body. Find what works for you. Just because you see your favorite YouTuber doing a HIIT workout as soon as she wakes up doesn't mean you will like it. Find different forms of exercise and do what you enjoy you might prefer yoga over running on the treadmill or walking over pilates.

♡ Journaling. I love to journal a new form of journaling I have been doing in the morning is gratitude journaling. Starting your day by writing about the things you are grateful for in your life will boost your mood. I talked about journaling in Shifting Your Mindset From Scarcity To Abundance This is a website I use for journal prompts and this is a gratitude journal you can purchase on Amazon. 

What are you consuming daily?

You must know what content you are consuming daily. As humans we adapt the mindset and behaviors of those around us and the same is possible for the content you watch. I prefer to listen to podcasts, and I follow and watch YouTubers that relate to the woman I want to become.

How to stay consistent? 

♡ Remember you are doing this for yourself. Like I said above create routines based on your life, schedule, and goals do not try and force yourself to be like someone else.

♡ Be realistic. Do not overwork yourself and put so much on your plate to the point you become overwhelmed.

♡ Be intentional. For example, when you have a 3-hour work block coming up soon, avoid watching Netflix or any other distracting activity, you might end up putting off your work block to finish what you are watching.

♡ Don't try to be perfect. When you try a new habit for the first time you probably won't be good at it but keep going results take time.

♡ Do not compare your routine to the next girl's routine everybody is different and what might work for her might not work for you.

♡ When you have negative thoughts, counter them with a positive one. For example, instead of thinking 'Ugh, I'm tired and I have to work out', you can counter that thought with 'Working out is good and will get me closer to my dream body'.

♡ Give grace. You won't be perfect because you're human, so it's important to understand that some days won't be the same. Sometimes, you'll have to change your routine, but through it all, give yourself grace.

I hope this will help you when you're trying to build a productive routine<3 Comment any other tips you may have as well! I am open to taking requests and questions. My messages are always open for you girliesss to chat with me <3 

[autisticlancemcclain]

The second he shuts his door, Lance feels like the weight on his shoulders gets four times harder to carry. He slumps forward, head on the frame, and sighs deeply to himself, sagging deeper and deeper into the hard polymer like if he tries hard enough he can sink right into it.

He’s tired. His bones ache. His eyelids are heavy as boulders, and his muscles haven’t been this sore in months. He wants to sleep for eight thousand years, right here in his doorway.

He sighs again, forcing himself to get up. He can’t do that. He’s the fuckin’ Red Paladin, he has an example to set. He needs to be the one to keep his head up, to keep something like a smile on his face, a facsimile of hope in his voice.

And, maybe, to keep the grease from his hair.

He forces himself upright, peeling off his armour and chucking it into a random corner of his room — he’ll pick it up eventually. Probably. He trudges barefoot to his ensuite bathroom, snagging two towels from his shelf on the way in and setting them on the counter with the rest of his products.

Routine. Routine. Routine is good, he reminds himself. And skincare will make you feel less shitty. You can do this.

He turns the water as hot as it can go, smiling tiredly to himself as he hears Keith in his head, grumbling about how he’s going to boil himself alive. The thought is as sad as it is comforting, and before he can stop himself, he reaches for Keith’s shampoo, squeezing a dollop into his hand and massaging it into his hair.

Keith’s shampoo is dogshit, really. It can barely even be called shampoo. Lance works very hard on his hair, and should not be putting this garbage product in it. It’ll only ruin his hard work.

But he fucking misses his boyfriend, dammit. And God only knows when Keith is finally coming back, so if rationing the bottle of the stuff is going to make him feel less like shit than so be it.

He spends a truly ridiculous amount of time in the shower, letting the steam and heavy pressure of the water soothe his sore muscles. He manages to convince himself to go through with his whole routine; shaving, scrubs, moisturizers and all. He is going to smell good as hell and his skin is going to be as soft as a fucking…smooth egg, or something. He doesn’t know. He’s too fucking tired for similes right now.

He emerges out of the shower with renewed energy and vigour, intent on treating himself tonight. He is going to use all his favourite products. He is going to put fresh sheets on the bed. He’s going to burn some incense. He might be shaving pieces of himself down to the fucking bone to fight this war, but he’s going to at least look good doing it, dammit. He deserves it.

He ties on his silkiest robe; a loose red one that falls down to mid thigh. He pulls out all his bottles and jars to start his routine but pauses before he can get started, glancing consideringly at his watch.

It’s only eight. He doesn’t usually call Keith until after he’s ready for bed, around ten. He leans back, peeking out his bathroom door and looking hard at his laptop.

It’s not like Keith would mind. If anything he’d probably be pleased. Why the hell is he denying himself, anyway? Why is he making himself suffer? What is the point of that?

No. Mind made up, he strides back out to his bedroom, face still clean and bare, opening his laptop and booting up Space Skype. He smiles when he sees Keith’s status set to online, putting through a call immediately. It barely even rings once before Keith’s face fills the screen. He smiles slightly, lifting his hand in a dorky little wave.

“Hey, baby.”

Lance barely holds himself back from bursting into tears.

“Hey, yourself,” he quips back, watery grin still in place. Keith must see the look in his eyes because his face creases in concern, and before he says anything more he turns to someone off screen, murmurs something, and then the screen wobbles as he gets up and heads out of what Lance assumes is the barracks. He turns down hallways and skirts past other Blades until he makes it to an out-of-the-way door that looks like it’s opened once a century. Keith sets his tablet down on the ground, motioning for Lance to wait a second, then slides out his blade, jimmying the lock open and ducking inside.

“There,” he says once he’s settled, back to the wall. He smiles at Lance again, indigo eyes softer than ever. “No one will bother us now.”

Lance wipes away the wetness in his eyes and tries to match his grin. “Good. I missed you today, Samurai.”

Keith hums. “Me too. That why you called early?”

Keith’s comment makes Lance remember that he’s not even started his routine yet, and he hurries to do so, pointing his laptop to the bathroom so they can still talk as Lance gets ready.

“Rough day,” Lance calls, opening his bottle of cleanser and working it into his forehead and cheeks. “Got back and I just wanted to hear your voice for a bit so I don’t kill someone tomorrow.”

Keith snorts. He shifts, placing his tablet somewhere so he doesn’t have to hold it, then puts his chin on his hand, watching Lance as he carefully applies a face mask. “Lotor pissing you off again?”

Lance scowls. “Like you would not fucking believe. Acts like he’s the goddamn head of Voltron, and Shiro lets him, for some reason. If I get one more snotty little piece of advice from His Royal Highness I’m going to stick my foot so far up his ass that he’s going to taste it.”

“Gross,” Keith says mildly.

“Good. That’s what I was going for. I hate him and his stupid fucking hair.”

Lance takes a deep breath, grounding himself, knowing that if he lets himself get worked up this night will go very south very quickly and he does not have the energy for that kind of shit. Plus, he just took off his undereye masks, and if he makes himself cry any worse than he already has, which he’s prone to do when he’s mad, then his eyes will get all puffy and his whole routine will be ruined. Not happening.

“I hope you don’t hate his hair like you hated my hair,” Keith teases.

Despite his mood, Lance can’t help but laugh. His boyfriend looks inordinately pleased with himself, goofy smile on his face, showing off his crooked incisors that Lance loves so much. The Cuban feels butterflies erupt in his belly, even though they’ve been together almost as long as Lance has piloted Red.

Keith’s good at that, though. Making Lance flustered, making him feel good. It’s like his number one priority shifted when they started seeing each other seriously, like all the intensity he usually had for missions and saving the universe was suddenly applied to keeping Lance happy.

It’s selfish, and he knows it, but Lance basks in the feeling.

“Nothing in this plane of reality can compare to your monstrosity, Mullet,” Lance teases right back.

Keith rolls his eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah. You don’t seem to have that much of a problem when you’re yanking on it when we —”

“Do not tease me,” Lance orders, ears as red as his lion. “You are not allowed to do that when you’re thousands of lightyears away from me, you douchebag. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Keith smirks. “I can make you finish no problem.”

“I am going to hang up,” Lance threatens. He’s no more going to hang up than fly to the moon, and Keith knows it, judging by his widening smirk even as he holds his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, alright. I’ll cut it out.”

Lance huffs, smile fighting its way on his face. “Jackass.”

He scoops up a bottle of body lotion and his laptop, carrying them both to the bedroom and setting them down on the bedside table. Keith says nothing as he digs through his drawers, looking for a clean set of sheets, content to just sit with him in comfortable silence as Lance makes up the bed.

God, Lance loves that man. So fucking much. He’s never had someone who can calm him down so easily, who can make his frustrations almost disappear in minutes.

“You know, the worst part of this whole Blade thing isn’t the near-death missions,” Keith says, speaking up for the first time as Lance smooths his final blanket over the bed and crawls on top of it.

Lance hums, crawling forward to grab the bottle of lotion and settling back onto the mattress, propping up one leg.

“Hm? What’s the worst part, then?”

“I can’t sleep for shit. Somehow, even though you are the worst blanket hog in the world and you kick me literally all hours of the night, I always sleep better when…”

Keith voice cracks and he trails off mid-sentence. Lance looks up from where he’s been rubbing lotion into his calves, just in time to see Keith’s eyes snap back to him, flush creeping up his neck. He clears his throat, twice, before speaking again.

“Uh, I miss sleeping with you. Is my point.”

Lance raised an eyebrow. “I’m well aware, horndog.”

Keith glares flatly at him. “That’s not what I meant, you goober. I was trying to be sweet.”

“And you were almost halfway there,” Lance coos, but the fondness in his voice gives him away.

He misses sleeping with Keith, too. Keith talks in his sleep and constantly wakes Lance up, but now that he’s sleeping alone again, Lance would give his fucking right hand to hear muttered gibberish in the dead of night again.

Lance finishes rubbing the lotion into his legs and sets it back on the bedside table, leaning over the laptop screen to grab his hairbrush. He mutters a near-silent “Shit, sorry,” as he accidentally bumps the screen with his chest, catching the edge of his robe on the corner of the screen and loosening it. He adjusts the screen again, carefully grabbing his brush and moving back away so as not to hit it again. When he settles back onto the bed, he catches Keith’s eyes looking hastily back to his face, again. He shakes his head fondly as he untwists his towel from his hair and starts to brush through the damp curls.

Poor Keith. Must be hard for him to do anything…fun, ahem, in shared barracks. Rip to him, honestly, because Lance does not have that problem. Say what you will about the castle, but at least he has his own room and a lock on his door.

“You’re distracted today,” Lance comments, smirking slightly. He lets his robe slip down his shoulder, watching Keith’s eyes follow the movement.

“Am not,” Keith protests, whipping his attention back to Lance’s face.

Lance laughs, tilting his head back in a way that shows off his neck and collarbones, just to be a douchebag. This time Keith tries his damnedest to keep his eyes locked on Lance’s, but gives up when Lance stretches his legs out, falling back on the bed and letting the hem of his robe slide up slightly.

“You are a goddamn fucking menace,” Keith growls. “And an asshole.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lance says primly. He considers what else he can do before Keith snaps and steals a pod, storming his way to the castle to do exactly what Lance can tell he wants to do.

It’s never going to happen, Lance knows that, he knows Keith is too noble to abandon his post…

But God, it’s a nice fantasy.

“Have mercy on me,” Keith pleads, switching gears. “I’m a warm-blooded man, Lance. Well, half. There’s only so much I can take.”

Lance huffs a laugh, deciding to have mercy. “Oh, alright.” He straightens back up, pulling his robe back on properly — a tragedy, really, having Keith at his mercy like this makes him feel as powerful as flying a lion does — and places the laptop on his knees, tilting the screen so it’s only really showing his shoulders up.

He supposes the torture is a little mean.

Keith stares at him for a moment, then sighs. Lance tenses, because he fucking knows that sigh. He does the same thing when he’s being obnoxious.

He’s about to hear the cheesiest thing come out of his boyfriend’s mouth. He’s fucking sure of it.

“Don’t you fucking start,” Lance warns, but Keith is already grinning, theatrics are already in motion. (God, Lance has way too much of an influence on him, although honestly Keith has always been a touch dramatic.)

“It’s no better,” Keith laments dramatically, gesturing at Lance’s newly modest position on the screen. “You’re too beautiful. I’m doomed. I look into your eyes, darker than the darkest Earth and twelve times as hauntingly breathtaking, and Cupid’s arrow strikes my heart a million times over. I cannot bear it —”

“Feel free to shut the fuck up at any time,” Lance interrupts, face flaming.

That was the worst thing he discovered about himself, those first few months of them dating. How fucking quickly he folds. All Keith would have to do was put a hand on his thigh during dinner, slowly moving his pinky back and forth, visible smirk on his face, and Lance would go so red it would hurt, a little. Trying to explain that to the rest of the team without giving the two of them away was nearly impossible, and Keith was never sorry about it, and worse still Lance couldn’t stay mad at him.

He was and is the worst. Ugh. Lance is embarrassed about how much he loves him.

“Only because I think your poor heart has been through enough today,” Keith says. Some of the teasing has faded from his expression, leaving behind only softness, like before. “Tell me about your day, sweetheart. I can’t hold you, but I can maybe make you feel better anyway.”

The mention of what they can’t have makes his heart twinge a little, but Lance sighs anyway, pushing through it.

It’s not forever. Keith will come home to him soon.

He talks with Keith for the next two hours, ranting about the screwed up team dynamics for a while, and hearing Keith grumble about the rigidness of the Blades. They switch gears to lighter topics eventually, chatting and teasing and joking until Lance can barely keep his eyes open.

“Hey,” Keith says softly, after Lance has to blink himself awake for the fourth time in a row. “It’s late, Bluebell. Get some rest.”

“I don’t want to,” Lance complains, well aware he sounds like a petulant child and not caring. He does want to sleep — he’s exhausted — but all of his loneliness seems to hit him as once, reminding him how fucking badly he truly misses his man, how much he wants to sleep next to someone again, someone who helps with the nightmares and who he can hold close and who just makes everything less shitty. They have these nightly calls, of course they do, and they help, but they aren’t the same. Lance misses sharing space with him.

“I know,” Keith says quietly. He does know, and it’s evident in the longing in his voice. “I know, my love. But you need to sleep. Me too, honestly. We’ll be able to meet up soon, okay? I have a longer mission with someone named Krolia next week, and I won’t have much signal for a couple days, but I have some time off right after. I’ll come visit.”

Lance fights the urge to make him promise, knowing that’s not fair to either of them. “Okay.”

“I love you, Leandro.” Keith kisses three of his fingers and presses them to the screen. It’s cheesy as hell and Lance should be embarrassed, but he’s not; he’s close to tears for the third time tonight.

“And I love you,” he whispers, mirroring the action. He stretches out his goodbye as long as he can, forcing himself to hang up and shut down his laptop when the time comes. He sets it on his bedside table with a sigh, looking forlornly out to his room. He hesitates when his gaze lands on his closet. He fights for himself for a moment, wondering if it’s worth it. It’ll only hold the scent for so long, after all. He doesn’t want to waste it.

Fuck it. His day sucked and he fucking misses his boyfriend. He stomps over to the dresser, yanking open the bottom drawer and pulling out Keith’s shirt, pressing it to his nose and inhaling deeply, trying to pretend that Keith is only gone on a late night mission rather than stationed billions of miles away. He slides the shirt over his chest, crawling under the covers and sliding over to Keith’s side of the bed, squeezing his eyes shut and pretending that Keith will slip into the room in a few hours, exhausted, peel off his armour without bothering to put on pajamas, smiling when he sees Lance curled up in his space, sliding in behind him and holding him close.

He falls asleep to the imaginary feeling of Keith’s skin pressed to his and his snores filling the room.

———

based on this video

[sickofthis666]

Things that aint "female rage": whatever the fuck Ive seen online (like that tweet of that woman who walked 1 hour in heels and bled)

Things that should be seen as female rage:

- Burning/destroying/throwing into the trash your make up, shaving products, products to look younger, products to lose weight, products invented to conform to beauty standards that acts as fucking torture instruments, clothes including underwear that are too tight, too short, too transparent, uncomfortable to look sexy.

- Killing your rapist

- Punching catcallers

- Shoving away men that takes "I'm not interested" as "Try harder to convince me"

- Throwing cans or other things at men in cars that catcalls, honks at women or yells things at them

- Breaking the fingers, hands or wrists of men who grope women in public transport or men who touch women's asses in public

- Cover with graffitis sexist/misogynistic ads

- Knee in the balls creeps who force themselves on you

- Basically either demonstrating through violence that you’re sick of the shit the world expect you to do mindlessly simply because you’re a woman, or use violence against men, even if they themselves haven't used violence on you, because it's the only language they understand/the only thing they respect.