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[farmerstrend]

The Rise of Macadamia in Kenya: Is It the New Cash Crop Over Coffee?

“Discover how macadamia farming is transforming Kenya’s agriculture with higher returns, lower costs, and year-round income. Is coffee’s reign as the top cash crop over?” “Why Kenyan farmers are shifting from coffee to macadamia: Explore the benefits of instant payments, reduced maintenance, and stable global demand for this profitable nut.” “With more farmers choosing macadamia over coffee,…

[dameronology]

complex (logan)

summary: honestly i was just listening to complex by katie macleod and i started typing and this is what happened, it's only 800 words but hey-ho.

warnings: arguments, so much swearing, logan is kind of a dick

Your residual anger hung thick in the air like heat in the summer.

Your apartment was full of signs—little reminders of your argument, tiny clues to point to the hurt in your chest. The blankets on the sofa were still tangled from where Logan had slept there last night. There were two empty bottles of whisky beside a smashed plate on the coffee table, matched with angry claw marks where he'd made the wooden structure his victim. Most obviously, you and the man you loved stood on each end of the room and the argument, chests heaving from shouting and fists balled up with rage. 

"I fucking hate you," you declared.

"No, you don't," Logan deadpanned, "you hate me right now, but really, you love me."

"Don't," you paused, taking a deep breath, "don't tell me how to feel."

"But you're allowed to tell me how to feel, huh?" he challenged.

There was another strangled sigh in your mouth. You couldn't keep sighing. You needed to come up with something new. Yelling had never been your thing. Maybe Logan's, but not yours. He hadn't even yelled for this entire fight. There had been heated exchanges, sure, but even in his most frustrated moments, he hadn't dared raise his voice. He had that much self-control.

"I can't look at you," your eyes fell to the floor.

Logan let out a snort. "Can't look at me, huh? Can't look me in the eye?"

This whole thing had started because the furry fucking moron had said something stupid. Then, he'd made it even worse when you'd pointed it out. It was like Logan had brought himself a proverbial shovel and was rewarding himself by digging a hole. He was ten feet down, and he couldn't see anything, save if he looked up and saw you glancing down at him with bleary eyes in his self-sustained grave. You could have reached down your hand to help him out but it was too far.

"Fuck. You."

Your chest heaved as you shoved past him, shoulders hitting his with a thud. Logan had barely even processed what had happened before the bedroom door slammed in his face. The force caused a picture on the shelf beside it to fall, the glass smashing into three separate pieces. He leant down to pick it up, turning the frame over. It was a picture of you at Coney Island two years ago; the wind was blowing your hair back, faced pressed to Logan's as he scowled. They were sweeter times.

Logan glanced up at the ceiling - or the sky, whatever the closest thing is.

"Whoever the fuck is up, that's not fucking funny."

He stopped at the door.

To say his heart broke when he heard you crying on the other side would be an understatement. There was a lot of sounds that Logan hated; his ring tone, his alarm sound in the morning, Wade Wilson's voice...but above all, the sound of you crying felt like a punch to the throat. It was even worse for him to know that he was the one who caused it.

Logan didn't stop before he opened the door. He booted it, body crossing the room in seconds to meet you at the bed. You were curled up, hugging his pillow to your chest and crying into yours.

He fell to his knees beside you, warm hands pulling your arms away from your face and towards him instead. A pair of strong arms came to wrap around you and in seconds, you were pressed to his chest.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, "don't cry. Please don't cry. Punch me, slap me, fuckin' kill me if you want but please don't cry."

A little sob escaped your throat. "You're so frustrating."

"I know," Logan gave you a small smile, "christ, I know. And I am so fucking sorry."

He re-centred you on the bed, organising the pillows so that they were behind you. The mattress dipped beside you as he climbed under the covers, pulling you back into his side. You were still glaring at him, still refusing to throw you a ladder down his special grave.

"I let my anger get the best of me sometimes," Logan said, "maybe I don't shout at you or get angry the way I do at other people, but it...it manifests in more fucked up ways, I think. I like arguing. I love riling people up. I don't like doing that to you, though."

"You did, though."

"I know, sweetheart, I know," he murmured. "I'm trying my best. I know my best is absolute bullshit but...I am trying."

You tangled your fingers with his, giving his hand a squeeze. "I know. It's okay if you want to keep trying."

Logan softly smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Long-Distance date/bonding ideas I've learned while making it work with my femme

Streamed Movie Night: Discord has a function that let's you stream video and gaming alike! I'd recommend Nitro because otherwise stream quality is gonna SUCK (and you need to do some weird fiddling to get services like Netflix to work) but you can enjoy movie night with your boo

Tabletop Simulator: If you both have about $20, and a computer with even a low budget graphics processor, this program is invaluable. The base games are neat but the real trove is in the Steam Workshop. Mod makers upload hundreds of boardgames from Catan to Azul to outright heavy ones like D&D and Warhammer. My femme and I now have a weekly boardgame night (she actively challenges me at strategy games and it makes me so happy to have a partner that does 🥰)

Coffee shop dates: Go to a place where the shop has wifi (or you have a really good data plan with your phone), pop your headphones in, and just video call. I promise you, there will be more people there who find it sweet than those who find it weird.

Spotify Jam Sessions: I don't know about other music apps, but we both have spotify and it now has a function that let's you invite others to a shared listening session. Music is really important to both my femme and myself, and the ability for us to literally listen at the same time and talk about the music is truly quite lovely.

Parallel crafting time: Admittedly, I'm Neurodivergent as hell, and parallel play baseline is big for me. But pop on a videocall and make some crafts together. Bonus points if you get similar materials and share what you've made together

Call every night: no seriously, even if you both are busy the entire day and can't talk, call for at least a half hour or so to round your day off. That lack of certain forms of intimacy means you need to be really on top of other forms. On top of affirming love for one another. If you're trying to make long distance work long term, calling to just. Be with eachother is so important.

Schedule Time: As an extension of the above, just because you're calling every day, doesn't mean ensuring you have dedicated time for eachother isn't important. I'm talking like. An afternoon/evening once a week type thing. Be together for a long period of time while you can't be physically together.

Technology has honestly made what I always thought impossible for myself feel possible. The advent of videocalling my femme every day helps so much of the potential pitfalls that could have happened, and the best part is its more or less free (I pay for discord nitro but I digress). Don't get me wrong I'm having my hard days still. The inability to hold her when I want to take care of her is particularly bad. I show care and love through things like physical touch and food so much. But getting creative, and being consistent have really made this feel possible and sustainable until we get to the "next stages" bridge.

If you have ideas you found fun/helpful please toss em in the replies, tags, etc. Always open to more date ideas with my girl 💕

[writingquestionsanswered]

Writing Isn't Flowing/Word Count Low

Anonymous asked: I saw people doing 10k words a day challenge on YouTube and it made me think about making my own writing sessions longer/more productive. Not 10k words, but something more sustainable for me. I have an outline, but I usually write about 500-800 words, rarely 1k, when the words start to feel heavy and I need to take a break. Sometimes the inspiration is there and the words flow, but more often than not I have this heavy feeling. I try not to focus on word count too much, but still think I'm writing too slow. Any tips on how to write more? 🌸

[Ask edited for length]

The first thing to look at is your outline, because people say "I have an outline" but their outline is, "Sarah wakes up and goes to school, she meets a cute guy, then later he asks her out. Then she gets in trouble in class and goes to detention. Then after school, there's a big fight. Sarah is late getting home and gets in trouble with her mom." That's not really an outline so much as a really general summary of events. An outline would be: Sarah wakes from a strange dream to the sound of her brothers arguing. After calming them down, she helps her dad get everyone fed then walks to school with her best friend Maria. Maria tells her about a cute boy she met at the library the previous evening... Outlines are more detailed so there's not as much guesswork to do when you sit down to write.

Consider your current situation, because sometimes the words aren't flowing for obvious reasons. Are you tired? Not feeling well? Distracted? Overwhelmed? Uncomfortable? Sometimes these things can be helped, like making sure you get more sleep and trying to minimize distractions, but you can't help it if you're not feeling well or if you have a lot on your mind. But, really taking the time to analyze your situation and see what you can help does make a difference.

Fill your creative well by consuming other stories (TV, movies, books, video games, etc.) and by doing creative exercises and things to help your creativity flow. Guide: Filling Your Creative Well

Try writing sprints. If you have a solid outline, a full creative well, and no obvious situational dampers to your writing, you might try doing writing sprints instead of sitting down for long writing sessions. You can experiment with how much time works best for you. Many people do 30-minute sprints, but you could do ten, fifteen, or twenty. Any number that works. So, you would choose the length, set a timer, and sit down to write until the timer goes off. When it does, you'll take a break. You might stretch for ten minutes, go for a short walk, put a load of laundry in, tidy up your room... then, you set the timer and go again. Breaking up your writing session into sprints can be a great way to keep yourself engaged and to minimize that sense of the words getting heavy.

Last but not least, if none of the above work, try reading through the relevant posts on my Motivation master list of posts.

Happy writing!

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[stropharian-world]

Hey everyone. Me and my family are facing some really tough times right now. With our elderly dog needing extra care and several trips to the vet, the bills are becoming impossible to sustain. And because no bad things comes alone, we're also dealing with medical, housing, and general life challenges, all which require money we simply don't have. So I've put on a donation goal on my Ko-fi for this month's veterinary treatment we can't pay. You can check it here: (I have the minimum at 1€, because any cent helps rn.)

[edit] Thank you friends who have donated. I know times are rough globally, and believe that I am extremely grateful for every single bit.

💜 Thank you for reading through this.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

schools of thought: part 2 🦊

A landoscar college AU, told through social media

to catch up, check out part 1 here

author's notes

thank you for your patience and the kudos on part 1 🤧 irl stuff happened and i worked on a different story for a while before getting back to this one

ignore timestamps, they don't really matter

if you enjoy it, please consider liking / reblogging / commenting! 💙

—————we pick up at the federation U library———————

lando's studying late. it's a tuesday, and there aren't too many people there - just him, linda the librarian who isn't particularly impressed at anything or anyone, and a couple of other students on other islands of desks, stuck in their own world.

lando doesn't find academic work impossible per se, it's more the sustained attention that gets challenging. and contrary to how he seems, he does actually work hard at his core modules. even if he isn't sure exactly to what end, yet.

the screen's blazing bright and lagrange's theorem is starting to make his brain statick-y, so lando rubs his eyes. one of those advice pages on tiktok said changing tasks could help sometimes to refocus on his studying. something about crop rotation or switching channels of the brain or something. if it's on social media, it must be true.

so he opens his design software instead and makes a party invite.

he sends a prayer to the holy trinity of tiesto, guetta and darude for his very basic photoshop abilities. and an extra hail-van-helden for the free software that he pirated off charles.

the party playlist is already whirring in his head. definitely some garage smashed with some old school hip hop, and he's sure there's a way to get some hans zimmer piano in there. whatever, it'll work.

satisfied with his efforts, lando sips from his hydroflask. (the drink is one part instant coffee, one part spicy honey, and a lot of hot water. carlos gives him shit about it all the time, but carlos is spanish and generally prone to dramatics when it comes to coffee and just about everything else.)

still focused on his important task of Procrastinating His Stabilizer Equations, lando texts max.

linda, to her credit, only glared at him once when he started humming kid cudi under his breath.

and judging from experience, max and charles are going to be a while, so there's nothing for lando to do but stare at the wall and keep working on his playlists. oh, and his math assignments.

meanwhile, oscar gets a ping from logan.

what is there to say about the meeting really, oscar thinks. uneventful. ———————earlier——————————

the first project catch-up with lando, they'd met under the campus bee statue. a sunny afternoon, but the campus was quiet, half of them having decamped to the nearby hills or beach for a change of scenery. it was just the pleasant and tolerable buzz of other students enjoying the warmth and doing university student things. he'd spotted a couple of people with picnic blankets out. he hadn't brought a picnic blanket, thinking this would be a quick meeting.

lando had appeared in a blur of white and orange, like a y2k elf. ear piercing, music festival rubber bracelets and all. in a t-shirt that said i'm acute angle.

"'sup osc!" lando said.

"that t-shirt's gramatically incorrect. technically." oscar had replied.

"whaa-aat. but more to the point, it's funny."

"i guess. did you do the reading yet? thought it'd be good to talk roles and responsibilities and maybe a project timeline."

"timeline?" lando said, as he tossed his backpack down and flopped on the lawn. lando extracted two heinekens from a side pocket and went through a complicated manouvre of opening them with his room keys. "thought we'd maybe crack open a beer and just chat, matey."

i'm not your matey, oscar thought. i'm a passenger to whatever train of chaos it is that you're driving and i'd like to get off.

oscar's skin prickled as he realised the double meaning of get off. he also tried to not think too hard about how overfamiliar lando was acting towards him. the worse thing was: there was a bigger part of him that was probably willing to let lando get away with it.

lando seemed to be ignoring whatever existential crisis oscar was going through. instead, lando was going on and on about philosophical youtubers and sparknotes. lando was so animated when he spoke, too: hands always in gestures, as if excitement buzzed directly out of his fingertips and onto oscar. there was a sparkle in his eyes, blue sliding into grey, that made oscar want to sit on his hands. because they were the kind of eyes they wrote about in regency novels, the windows to the soul kind of melodramatic nonsense. that would make him want to do stupid shit. like, get-in-the-way-of-the-project-grade kind of stupid shit.

so it took oscar a lot of energy to focus in that first meeting. he thought he did a pretty decent job picking up the thread of conversation, around the part where lando had called foucault's theory "the indiana jones thought thingy."

"i think you mean archaeology of knowledge."

"right! right." lando said, as he beamed up at him.

oscar had suddenly felt overly warm, then. probably just the sun on the quad, he thought to himself. he was from australia, so technically he should've known better, and worn adequate SPF. he'd have to set a phone reminder for that at a later point. he refused to be fooled again by the european summer and its apparently hypnotic effects. even if those hypnotic effects were probably mostly caused by a menacing parallel phenomenon that oscar would call solarus landonitus.

—————————————————

later, oscar's cooks dinner, and tries to decipher the instructions on the back of a frozen bag of beef mince. pato and logan are away at a football game across the border in italy, an overnighter thing.

his phone vibrates. it's lando.

oscar's hands hover over the letter keys. a party? he couldn't think of anything worse. but lando said a couple of friends, and it's true oscar hasn't really partied, and he thinks hanging out with his D&D friends doesn't really count. there had been that one instance in first year when oscar had gone to try and meet logan and pato at the ministry of sound, and he'd accidentally ended up at the ministry of state government building. after that, he'd figured parties weren't really fated for him.

but. lando, social butterfly lando, campus personality lando is the one asking. and logan's right, oscar probably does take himself too seriously.

osc types and deletes at least four different responses before be replies. he is an eng lit major, he tells himself. surely he should be better at crafting his words than this. but sometimes it is what it is.

so it isn't a commitment, and it isn't a hard no, either.

oscar stares at his phone. it's gone quiet. lando's moved on – probably uploading an instagram story. or smashing his too keyboard loudly in a public space as he solves a polynomial. or making a new and unlikely EDM song out of radiator noises, or whatever it is that lando "i'm so cool" norris decides to do with his free time.

oscar is studying the dorm kitchen tiles, thinking about not thinking about lando, when his pasta water boils over. it hits the induction stove with a loud hiss.

"shit!" osc yelps. he grabs a nearby dish towel to wipe it up.

the pasta ends up both soggy and under salted, but he eats it anyway. mind turning all the while.

——————stay tuned part 3 (hint: party party)————————

p.s. if you want to be tagged/notified on the next part/updates just lmk in comments or DM and i'd be happy to!!

[medstudentblues]

I’m on Duty today (8am-5pm online, 6pm-6am on duty in the hospital). I decided to start a 30-day challenge where I try to form good habits like reading for 15 minutes a day, studying for 1 hour, workout — but after fulfilling the habits I wanted to form, I’m exhausted and it’s only noon. My main goal is not to exhaust myself prior to duty because the duty itself is extremely exhausting especially that we are on solo posts at night so I’ll be doing all the work — writing prescriptions, extractions/insertions, monitoring, doing clinical abstracts and discharge summaries, etc. this would be easier if I were just a normal student studying for exams, but I’m no longer one. Forcing the good habits I want to form will just backfire so I might tweak my challenge and prioritize conserving energy for duty and focus more on sustainable, low-energy tasks in between duties.

Another thing I’d like to focus more on is eating healthy. The past few days I had been feeding myself garbage because our duties were draining the life out of me. But it’s alright. Our lives are not normal, so we do what we can.

Today I had a pour-over coffee with minimal milk this morning, then veggies and a chicken for lunch. Now I’m on my bed resting, sipping a yummy protein drink before I get up at 1pm and do an arm workout, relax, prep for duty at 3pm, and leave around 430pm because travel time takes an hour and a half.

This is one step towards eating healthy and forming sustainable habits, no matter how small they are.

[embracing-the-ineffable]

Advice for Challenging Times

Do something kind for yourself today. Cuddle your fur baby. Spend time playing with your kids. Get outside and feel the sun on your skin. It’s okay to feel joy today, too, and if you find some pass it on.

Take care of yourself, today and going forward. Get a good night’s sleep, eat what sustains you and gives you energy, move your body as you’re able. We need you at your best to fight this fight. Don’t give up on your life or your sobriety or whatever hard-won progress you’ve made fighting your demons. We need YOU, full stop.

Take inventory of what you need to do, right now, to protect yourself and the people you love. Do you need to seek preventive care, get surgery, figure out long-term birth control, or anything else before the end of the year? What vaccinations can you get or get a booster for in case they’re banned or dropped from insurance (not just COVID and flu, though definitely those, but also pneumonia, shingles, HPV, Tdap, etc.)? What legal protections do you need that will be more accessible now than in January? Is where you are the safest place you can be? Is it where you feel called to be, to make a difference?

Make a plan for how you’ll build resistance as a daily practice. Will you pack a bag with everything you need to show up to a protest, so you can come whenever you’re called? Can you write letters to reps during your lunch breaks or as you’re having your morning coffee? What tools do you have that can be bent toward justice, and how can you use them regularly and sustainably? You don’t have to pick one huge battle and win it; you do have to be a part of the work.

Connect with your community. They need you; you need them. If you don’t have community, prioritize finding it. Make a practice of smiling at your neighbors; join a dinner group or a club or a spiritual community; come together with your colleagues; ask friends to introduce you to their worlds. The work is more manageable together. The world is less scary with others by your side.

Make a plan for how you’ll stay informed without becoming paralyzed. You must know what’s happening, but do not mistake self-flagellation for action. Find a space and a community that acknowledges the pain of what’s happening and feeds your hope and fires you up for the fight.

Know where to place your blame and anger. There is plenty of it to go around, much of it deserved. But there are also, undeniably, systems that were built to work against us, and more people who want to make the world better than who want to watch it burn. Those in power want you to lose sight of the humanity around you; cling rebelliously to it instead. I love you. I believe in you. I believe in us.

Wonderful advice by Rachel Stark

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

What We Could've Been

Part 2

Summary: Amidst a desperate fight and on the run, you and Eris finally confess your feelings for each other. But time isn't on your side.

Warnings: angst, character death.

WC: 1.2 K.

You can read part 1 here. Fictober Challenge

The next day, as everyone gathered for breakfast, you secretly hoped that something- anything  would prevent Eris from showing up. Just as the meal was about to begin, an unexpected knock echoed through the room, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Are we expecting someone?” Cassian asked, glancing around the table.

You sipped your coffee, trying to appear nonchalant while inwardly bracing yourself.

“Not that I know of,” Rhys replied, heading toward the door.

As the seconds ticked by, your anxiety gnawed at you. Why was he taking so long? Was there an argument? Did something go wrong? But then, Rhys returned, and beside him stood Eris, looking smug. 

“Good morning, everyone,” Eris greeted with a smirk.

Cassian choked on his drink, while Azriel’s glare could have melted steel. “Why are you here?” Cassian demanded, frustration clear in his voice.

“Oh, Y/n didn’t tell you? She invited me yesterday at the ball.” Eris winked at you, and you shrank in your chair, unable to meet your family’s eyes as all attention shifted to you.

“Y/n, care to explain?” Rhys asked calmly, though his tone held a note of curiosity.

“I-... I thought it would be a good way to make amends,” you stammered. “You’re allies now, and it’s better if you can actually stand each other when working together,” you reasoned, glancing nervously between the three Illyians and Eris.

Rhys sighed, relenting. “Fine. But if anything goes wrong, it’s on you.” He gestured for Eris to take a seat next to you.

Eris leaned in, his smirk deeping. “I hope I haven't caused you too much trouble with your family,” he whispered.

“You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” you shot back, glaring at him again. “But don’t worry, I can handle it.”

He chuckled, placing a hand theatrically over his heart. “Oh, I know that. I’d never put you in actual trouble. My heart couldn’t bear it,” he teased.

Around the table, the others watched with expressions of barely concealed disgust.

—

The two of you were joined on a mission and it had gone horribly wrong at the last minute. Outnumbered and unable to winnow away due to the faebane you’d been hit with, you both fled through the forest, sustaining injuries. Eris’s wounds were severe, blood soaking his clothes as he stumbled beside you.

When you finally  managed to put some distance between you and the soldiers, Eris gripped your arm. “Stop,” he panted, his voice strained.

“What is it? We need to keep moving,” you urged, panic tightening your chest.

He shook his head, his face pale. “We won’t make it like this,” he said, a weak smile on his lips that didn’t reach his eyes.

“We have to try, come on,” you insisted, grabbing his arm to pull him forward, but he wouldn’t budge. His grip tightened.

“I’ll buy you some time,” he said softly, his tone tinged with resignation.

“Like hell you will! I’m not leaving without you,” you snapped, your voice breaking with frustration. 

A pained chuckle escaped him, even now trying to lighten the mood. “It’s oddly touching to see you worried about me,” he teased. “But you have to go. Besides, you underestimate my power,” he added, though his bravado wavered.

“No,” you choked out, shaking your head. “I won’t leave you…I can’t.” 

“Aw, don’t tell me you actually care about me?” he smirked, though hope flickered in his eyes, betraying his jest.

“Of course I do. We’re allies,” you replied, trying to sound casual despite the lump in your throat.

“Ah, is that all we are?” he asked, his voice softening.

“Come on, Eris. Don’t be stubborn. We have to move,” you pleaded, trying to ignore the despair building inside you. 

He sighed, his eyes locking onto yours. “You’re not listening, princess. I’m not going. I’m already dying. I won’t make it even if we get out of here. Let me do this for you. Let me do one good thing before I go. Let me protect you,” he whispered.

“Why would you do this?” Your voice cracked, your eyes filling with tears..

He gave you a bittersweet smile. “You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you? Fine, I don’t have anything to lose anymore… Because I love you, Y/n. You tame the fire inside me. You make me want to be a better male, just for you,” he confessed, taking both your hands in his, his touch trembling.

You blinked, stunned. “What- where is this coming from? You can’t do this to me right now,” you sobbed, the tears spilling freely as your heart shattered.. You didn’t want to lose him, especially now after you found out how he’d been feeling about you.

“Refusing a dying male’s confession?” he teased gently, though his eyes were soft, filled with a love you hadn’t known he was capable of. 

“Fuck this! You wanna know how I feel? Fine!” you cried. “You’re insufferable and infuriating, and you make my blood boil every time I see you. You make me want to strangle you half of the time. But…somehow I’ve grown used to you. I’ve found myself falling for you, damn it. So you can’t just leave me now!” Your voice broke, the last words tumbling out between sobs. 

His hand reached up, brushing a tear from your cheek, his palm resting there. “See? That wasn’t so hard. It only took me dying to hear it,” he joked, though his smile was genuine, full of pain for the future you’d never share. “Oh, what we could’ve been,” he murmured, his voice cracking with regret. “If only you hadn’t been so stubborn about resisting me. But that’s alright, now,” he added, his thumb caressing your cheek. I’ll die a happy male, knowing you cared for me,” he whispered, his forehead pressing gently to yours, his eyes soft yet filled with heartache.

“I-” The words failed you. The only thing you could mutter was, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry it took me this long.” you whispered, voice quivering.

He shushed you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Hey, shh, it’s alright. Better late than never,” he said softly. “Now, I need you to get this to your brother,” he placed the small, sealed scroll in your trembling hands. “He’ll know what to do.” His gaze searched yours, desperate yet full of hope. “Promise me you’ll survive. It’s my dying wish, and you wouldn’t be cruel enough to refuse a dying male, would you?” He tried to make one last joke.

You clutched the scroll, your tears blurring your vision. “Even now, you’re cracking jokes?” You tried to smile, but the anguish was too heavy. “Fine, if that’s your wish, I’ll try to fulfill it. Any other wishes?”

“Only that I wish we had more time together,” he whispered, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle, bittersweet kiss. It was a kiss of love, of goodbye, of all the words left unsaid. A first and a last kiss. When he pulled back, he steeled himself. “Go. Now,” he urged, his voice breaking.

He wanted you to stay, to hold on to this moment forever, but the longer you lingered, the harder it would be, and the more danger you’d face.

“Goodbye, Eris.” You forced yourself to walk away, to run, and with every step, your heart fractured further. 

When you reached the top of the hill, you turned back one last time, seeing him standing fiercely, ready to face the approaching soldiers.

“Goodbye, Eris,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face, before running again, leaving behind the only male who had ever truly ignited your soul.

[milla984]

And in the Beginning...

Summary: after spending a day at D.C.’s most renowned multifandom convention Spencer and Garcia stop for a coffee. Spoiler alert - our fave Resident Genius dumps their order on Reader.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader (Reader is a sci-fi buff)

Category: fluff

TW/CW: swearing, mentions of food, some Star Wars-related talk

Word Count: 2k

Once again, a ginormous THANK YOU to @drgenius-reid for taking the time to beta-read the first draft (aka witnessing the horror)!

The following work is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins' CM Meet Cute (or not) Challenge and is also part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved

“Highlight of the day?! Jamie Hewlett signing my copy of The Cream of Tank Girl! In you face, Mr. 'Superman Can Fly'...!”

The woman carrying a Chinese paper umbrella rummaged through her purse to retrieve a wallet and pay at the coffee truck parked outside the convention center; stylish two-tone glasses matched the army green jumpsuit with a teddy bear patch on her right leg and the blue mandarin collar button-down shirt she was wearing, and her blond hair was tied up in a pair of small side buns.

The tall man beside her chuckled as he picked up two cups. “I don’t know if I should be more impressed or worried.”

“Why?! We made a deal and it’s perfect: he can have Sci-Fi-Gate, I’m keeping WashCon.”

“Sci-Fi-Gate has amazing Star Trek guests, though…”

A long and colorful scarf was wrapped around his neck and a deep red cravat necktie peeked out of the hem of a plaid design vest, combined with a single-breasted brown coat and a pair of grey pants. 

“I can't believe you would really choose the Captains of the Enterprise panel over my emotional stability,” she frowned, paying zero attention to the cosplayer in a trenchcoat with a pair of black wings attached to their back she was about to brush past.

When the feathers smacked her cheek she pulled back, the tips of her umbrella almost poking the tall guy dressed as Doctor Who in the eye; the sudden movement startled the cosplayer and a rapid swing of their dark wings created a commotion in the crowd of people waiting for their turn to order. In the confusion that followed, a random shoulder bumped into yours and pushed you out of the line and off the sidewalk, right in front of the Fourth Doctor - who was struggling to maintain his Fedora in place and watch where he was going at the same time.

Needless to say, he ended up failing at both.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” the blond woman asked. 

“I’m so sorry, SO SO SORRY—” the tall guy apologized simultaneously and she cut him off, rushing to your side.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

The frantic exchange prompted your brain to whoosh into light speed mode to elaborate and discharge the ‘Ah, shit!!’ and ‘wait… is this iced macchiato?!?!’ inputs in favor of a more suitable reaction at the sight of the considerable amount of caffeine soaking your hoodie.

“... I think I’m okay.”  

“First-aid manuals suggest removing all clothes or jewelry near the affected area within moments after the spillage of a hot liquid,” the tall guy said, and the woman gasped in shock. 

“Please tell me you didn’t get burned! Once I got this non-fat steamed white chocolate vani—”

“I’m fine,” you growled a bit. 

Someone behind you was snickering and, despite the relief of not having sustained serious injuries, the attention was already making you feel uncomfortable.

“Scalds are caused by sources of humid heat and certain types of fibers retain the water, which can be responsible for additional damage to the skin,” the tall guy explained again, speaking faster than anyone you had ever heard.

You tucked your shirt in your jeans and raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Let me guess: you’re a doctor.” 

“Well… uhm, yes, this is my…” he faltered, unable to tell if you were referencing his costume as a pun or not. “I am, actually.”

“Not that kind of doctor,” the woman added.

She sighed as soon as she realized you were standing there speechless, drenched in coffee, your gaze wandering back and forth between them. “I’m so sorry…”

“They should be more careful with the lids. I think I got lucky,” you muttered through gritted teeth as you pulled the zip down.

Thanks to the decision to splurge some money on yourself, earlier on, you had something to replace your soiled hoodie with. The Fourth Doctor looked away and focused his attention on the cups he was still holding in his hands; before he threw them in the nearest trashcan he inspected their content, confirming he’d fortunately spilled on you a combination of 98% half-caf iced caramel macchiato and just 2% regular hot americano.

The woman was still clasping the handle of her umbrella. “Listen, we were about to check out this itsy-bitsy lovely Indian place ‘round the corner, maybe you should come with us. You know… to try and get cleaned up a little.” 

You dug into the shopping bag at your feet, taking a sealed package out to rip the plastic film wrapped around a brown sweatshirt with a stylized front print of the panoramic view of the desert, Jabba the Hutt’s palace and twin suns on Tatooine, and put it on. 

“No offense, but my parents taught me to never follow strangers.” 

“None taken,” the tall guy replied, “they were absolutely right. According to the National Missing and Unidentified Persons System, about 90,000 individuals are reported missing in the U.S. every year and the National Institute of Justice estimates that approximately 4,400 unidentified bodies are recovered annually.”  

For the second time in less than five minutes, you considered the possibility he could truly be from Gallifrey. You also wondered if he was aware of his perfect facial structure: everything about his demeanor indicated he wasn’t too skilled in the art of charming people using his sculpted jawline and lean figure. 

“... do you always quote statistics about murders and kidnappings like it’s a casual topic of conversation?”  

His eyes got even bigger, showing a hint of gold on the inside. “It was merely an observation—”

“Yeah, he… does that,” the woman came to his rescue, “and even if it sounds bad, trust me it’s- it's part of his job. Our job. Except, I don’t deal with the scary, disturbing, yucky stuff.”

Your question wasn’t meant to come out in such a sarcastic tone. “You’re cops?!”

“FBI. Tech Analyst and Behavioral Analysis Unit,” she explained, and the tall guy waved a silent greeting at you. 

Even though the chance of running into the Bureau personnel stationed in D.C., at some point, wasn’t unreasonable, ‘two FBI agents walk into a multifandom convention dressed as characters from sci-fi TV shows’ could have easily been the beginning of a bad joke. 

Plus, it was hard to picture the Fourth Doctor as a G-Man. “What’s your Ph.D. in, exactly?”

“I have a Ph.D. in Mathematics. And Chemistry, and Engineering. And I hold BAs in Psychology, Sociology and Philosophy.”

“Google him. Spencer Reid, B-A-U,” the woman suggested after a short pause, in response to your skeptical expression.

Judging by her tone she was daring you to, as if the situation wasn’t already giving off major The Twilight Zone vibes… and yet, instead of bidding them an unenthusiastic farewell, you pulled out your phone to type his name. 

A plethora of results popped on the screen seconds later, so you first clicked on the link titled BAU’s newest member. 

“With three doctorate degrees from Caltech already, and a staggering IQ of 187 as well as an eidetic memory there is no psychological exam or test the FBI could put in front of him he could not ace,” the piece said about newly-recruited Spencer Reid.

“When I ask why he chose Caltech over MIT and Stanford, he quickly runs down a list of Professors he had a desire to study with. He makes no mention of the weather or girls,” an older article reported.

You skipped through at least a dozen mentions of SSA Reid’s outstanding performances in the field, then a PDF document, property of the California Institute of Technology, caught your interest and you read the title aloud. 

“Identifying non-obvious relationship—” 

“Non-obvious relationship factors using cluster-weighted modeling and geographic regression,” he recited by heart, “that's my Engineering dissertation.”

He was too prepared on the subject and too adorably peculiar to be an impostor posing as a genius FBI agent for kicks, during the weekend; you picked his Fedora off the ground as a peace offering. 

“Seems like you’re a wunderkind, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer lowered his chin so he could mask the rush of blood to his cheeks and his friend giggled, gently linking arms with you. 

“Now, there’s something relevant we need to discuss, pronto… how do you feel about veg biryani?”

An hour and a half proved to be all the time you needed to form a solid conviction that Spencer Reid going on a spiel about the original blueprints of a fictional space station was the best thing since sliced bread.

“It’s part of the iconic imagery Lucas wanted to establish, there’s no health and safety. And don’t forget it was originally designed by the Geonosians.”

You snorted at the mention of the classic ‘designed by a flying alien species’ argument. “That’s not an excuse! Even if the Geonosians designed it, they knew it was meant to be used by humanoid creatures.”

After leaving the restaurant, where you had insisted on paying for your share - much to Garcia's dismay, you’d walked back to the convention center’s parking lot and now you were waiting by your car for Penelope to get hers. As you had recently discovered, she loved mugs, old Italian movies and playing the ukulele; Spencer wasn’t as outgoing and chatty, especially about his private life, but Star Wars was for sure one of his numerous areas of expertise.

“TIE fighters don’t have a proper defense system and the original prototype even lacked structural integrity to support atmospheric flight. The Empire doesn't care about casualties, it’s safe to think they never bothered to install a guardrail or other appropriate safety measures because to them the Death Star technicians are expendable.”

“Okay… solid theory,” you admitted, making him smile as he wiped his forehead to get rid of a lock of curly hair.

“Thank you. It’s nice to have a discussion with someone who knows about the Geonosians. Or the Death Star. It only happened twice but I’ve had people asking me what that was.”

When the convertible Cadillac with a plastic Hawaiian lei tied to the rear-view mirror stopped inches from you, Garcia - behind the steering wheel - proudly gestured at the extension of her eccentric personality.

“Meet Esther. Isn’t she fab?”

You wolf whistled your appreciation, gliding your fingertips over the leather upholstery and orange body paint. “Quick question: how much do you think I’d get if I sued two FBI agents for… damages, let’s say?!”

Penelope produced a fluffy pen out of the glove compartment and scribbled something on the back of a PetMAC receipt she handed it to you. 

“Sweet pea, if I were you I'd settle for a lifetime of free IT support.”

“I’ll take it,” you said, “I’m kind of tired of being bullied by my own laptop.”

She stared at you for a moment before her face lit up, like a girl on a trip to a four-story candy shop. “... have you ever been to Baltimore ComicCon?!” she asked out of the blue while Spencer plopped himself down on the passenger seat.

You shook your head. “Do you guys—”

“We should totally go together!!” Garcia proposed. Or rather, declared.

In all honesty, the prospect of attending another convention on your own was depressing and you’d given up on the one in Maryland for that specific reason; you turned to Spencer for his approval, too, and he nodded, maybe because he knew there was no way of stopping Garcia if she had her mind set on a specific goal.  

“Baltimore it is, then…?!”

Penelope shot you a smug grin. “Keep in touch. We still owe you a nice dinner and ComicCon’s not up until September, I’d hate to run a background check on your license plate to find you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea and saluted them goodbye as they drove off, Esther’s taillights shining bright red.

What a weird Saturday. Meeting a real life genius and the quirkiest FBI agent ever came with a price, and one of your favorite hoodies was most likely beyond salvaging. You needed to know if Spencer Reid was well worth it.

Garcia’s words then echoed in your ears, so you sat in your car and unlocked your phone, scrolling through the most recent Google searches: you had a lot of reading to do. 

@matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @thisiscalmanditsdoctorreid, @pretty-boys-book-club, @spookydrreid, @f-me-reid, @foxy-eva, @scorpiofangirl1109, @a-potato-wearing-plaid, @cynbx, @reidsbookclub, @nagemasstuff, @hotchsdharma, @reidmainbitch, @lizzylynch1, @will-grahams-eyes, @padawancat97

»»»— read pinned post for taglist info —«««

[bethelighttoyourowndarkness]

How to stay focused when studying.

Staying focused while studying can be challenging, but here are some tips that might help:

Record Yourself Studying: Set up your webcam or phone camera to record a video of yourself studying. This creates accountability and can help you stay focused.

Use Focusmate: This tool pairs you with a real-life accountability partner. You must turn on your webcam during the study session, which can help you stay on task.

Prepare Mentally: If you don’t feel like starting work, take a minute to prepare yourself mentally. Set a timer for a minute and tell yourself that you’ll start work when the timer goes off.

Eliminate Distractions: Reduce or get rid of as many distractions as possible. This could include moving to a quiet area, turning off notifications on your phone, or closing out of non-essential programs on your computer.

Drink Coffee in Small Doses: Caffeine can positively affect sustained attention, but it’s important to consume it in moderation.

Have a Study Plan: Organize your study plan and break it into small steps.

Use Smart Learning Techniques: Employ effective study techniques that work best for you.

Stay Fueled and Hydrated: Make sure you’re eating and drinking enough. Being hungry or dehydrated can affect your ability to concentrate.

Prioritize Sleep: Regular sleep is essential for maintaining focus. Aim for seven to eight hours of sleep each night.

Set Goals: Having clear goals for each study session can give you a sense of direction and make it easier to stay focused.

Remember, everyone is different, so what works for one person might not work for another. It’s important to try different strategies and see what works best for you. Good luck with your studies! 📚

[chu-diaries]

140 days of productivity: days 15, 16 and 17/140

wow, the last few days have been CRAZY. i ended up leaving day 15 in the drafts but never finished writing about it. then i got swallowed up by days 16 and 17 of the challenge and only got back to it now. the thing is, i got a lot of orders for scented candles this week and i couldn't keep up. my house was a mess, i didn't exercise this week and i struggled with anxiety.

however, i'm so happy because people are enjoying my scented candles! i sent my first order on thursday and almost gave up due to so much bureaucracy. i decided that i won't send new orders until i learn about the postal system and its fees.

i did my best to keep mentally stable: i saw my friends, went to my classes, visited my favorite coffee shop... i've been listening to chanyeol's new album every day. it's been sustaining me. it was a great surprise, since i was expecting a different album, maybe more acoustic and calm. I loved four out of the six songs (I didn't like Back Again and I'm on your side too reminded me too much of the romantic rock songs I listened to in the early 2000s lmao, so I didn't connect with it). Clover is my favorite, followed by Hasta La Vista, Black Out and Ease Up. Thank you, Chanyeolie! I love being an EXO fan!

💥: day 10/29

💧: probably dehydrated

🏋🏻‍♀️: 🚫

🏃🏻‍♀️: 🚫

🕯️: sold and delivered candles

🪘: attended my class on Thursday (3 h)

🇰🇷: I’ve been singing kpop songs out loud… does it count? 😮‍💨

📚: 🚫

🎧: clover - chanyeol

📺: 🚫

🛑: 24 days pick free!!!!!

💊: vitamin c, omega 3 and iron supplements

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Is it possible to alter a TARDIS for multiversal travel?

Can a TARDIS be altered for travel in the multiverse?

The short answer is that a TARDIS already has the ability to travel between universes—it's just not as straightforward as it once was.

🌌 Multiversal Travel: The Basics

TARDISes are incredibly advanced, and they can already travel in the multiverse as long as you know the phase shift of the dimension you'd like to get to. However, the actual practicality of this became much more difficult during the Time War and after Gallifrey's disappearance. Some speculate that a massive barrier was placed around our universe to protect other universes from the chaos of the Time War, but although it's a nice idea, that explanation doesn't really work.

⚡ The Real Issue Is Power

The real challenge with multiversal travel lies in the power required. When Gallifrey was around, TARDISes drew energy from the Eye of Harmony, providing them with a limitless power source. However, when Gallifrey disappeared, so did the Eye of Harmony. Without this energy source, TARDISes have to rely on alternate power sources, like rift energy, which just isn't strong enough to sustain a TARDIS through the Void and back again. It'd be like driving across the whole of Africa on one tank of fuel.

🔋 The Only Way: Insane Power Levels

For a TARDIS to casually flit around the multiverse, it would need a HUGE amount of energy. This kind of power isn't easy to come by, and it would need to be a source that works across dimensions—something that's not tied to our universe alone.

Where could you find such power and how much would you need? Well, the Doctor had to use a supernova to even send a projection to a close parallel dimension, and supernovas give off up to 1 billion times the sun's energy. So practically speaking, you'd have to locate and harness the power of thousands of supernovas (or alternatively just a couple less hypernovas) to even get started.

Even if a TARDIS could gather enough power, then you've got to think about how you're getting back. If the TARDIS is relying on scavenged fuel instead of the Eye of Harmony, it will probably be damaged in the void and end up powerless. This would leave the TARDIS stranded unless a compatible power source could be found in that universe, or, if you're the Doctor, get a bit lucky and find a half-dead power cell you can recharge with a Time Lord.

🏫 So ...

So, while it's perfectly possible for a TARDIS to travel between universes, the real obstacle is power. Without the Eye of Harmony on Gallifrey, the energy required to safely and successfully navigate the multiverse is almost impossible to gather.

Related:

🤔|🛸🧬The Life Cycle of a TARDIS: How TARDISes are born, grow, and die.

💬|📱👁️What’s Eye of Harmony?: What this is and how it works, and how crucial it is to Time Lords.

💬|🧬🛸How does TARDIS symbiosis work for individuals and groups?: Details on this special Time Lord-TARDIS connection.

Hope that helped! 😃

Any purple text is educated guesswork or theoretical. More content ... →📫Got a question? | 📚Complete list of Q+A and factoids →😆Jokes |🩻Biology |🗨️Language |🕰️Throwbacks |🤓Facts →🫀Gallifreyan Anatomy and Physiology Guide (pending) →⚕️Gallifreyan Emergency Medicine Guides →📝Source list (WIP) →📜Masterpost If you're finding your happy place in this part of the internet, feel free to buy a coffee to help keep our exhausted human conscious. She works full-time in medicine and is so very tired 😴

[silvercap]

HHNGG there's so many good ones for the whump drabble challenge!! Hmm okay, what about 87. Overworked! <3

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Also this isn't going to be 100 words gahhshds I'm only partly doing the challenge 😭

Overworked

Leon's head is pounding, the overhead lights blaring painfully into the back of his eyes as he sips at his coffee and tries to force himself to focus on the mission report he's typing up. It's been a long day--the report is due 48 hours after extraction, no exceptions--and an even longer month, a slew of punishing missions leaving him sore and exhausted. The only reason he's not still out in the field are the cracks in his ribs, but it's far from the only injury he's sustained in the past week. Advil can't take away the ache of his recently-dislocated shoulder, tied up in a sling because he can't even move it without getting nauseous, nor can it dull the throbbing lines of stitches holding claw marks closed on his back.

It takes him a long time to finish and hit the print button, frustration and a yawning emptiness making it difficult to care whether or not it even makes sense. His head throbs as Leon rises to his feet, stepping out into the office to pick up from the printer--only for Hunnigan to step into his space the moment he's outside, looking just as tired as he is.

"Can you sign these project forms for R&D? They need them for Monday, but it would be best if you could get them done ASAP. Did you finish your report?" She hands him a new stack of papers, all tiny print and official jargon that will no doubt strain his already blurry eyesight until he can barely see straight. That's how it always goes.

"Yes." Leon tries not to get irritated, and fails. His head throbs sharply. He grits his teeth when she continues.

"Good. I also need you to look over updated SOP before my supervisor gets after me for it, and I've emailed you an old report from last year that was apparently missing a few details." She sighs. "You forgot to date it properly, again. Director wants a rewrite."

"What?" Leon frowns, struggling to control his tone. There's something filling the back of his throat with acid, headache jamming fresh spikes into his skull. "That's--I still have to go over that report from Wisconsin. I won't have time today."

"I know, but they want this done yesterday, and there's only so much that I can put off. There's a new online training module, too, on the updated office software--"

"Hunnigan, I don't fucking care!"

Leon regrets it the moment it's out, eyes widening as he realizes that his hands have curled into fists, chest heaving and heart thundering under his ribs. Hunnigan just looks stunned, the concern that's already bleeding into her expression putting something desperate and sharp in Leon's throat. The inexplicable urge to cry itches behind his eyes, but he forces it down, aware that his entire body is trembling. Around them, other DSO workers stare.

"I--sorry," Leon stammers, running an anxious hand through his hair. "Just...let me--"

He turns on his heel to dart back into his office, not bothering to close the door since he knows Hunnigan is on his tail anyways. He plants his hands on his desk as she follows him inside and closes the window blinds, glancing up as she shifts closer and wordlessly puts a hand on his back. The wound beneath pangs lightly, and Leon can't hide his flinch.

"I'm sorry," he says raggedly, voice cracking.

"It's okay. Why don't you sit down? You're shaking, Leon." Hunnigan doesn't wait for an answer, nudging him towards his chair until Leon sinks into it gratefully, clutching his skull against the ache. He can't stifle a groan. He feels Hunnigan drape something over his shoulders, and it takes him a moment to crack open his eyes and recognize it as her blazer. She's looking at him, worried.

"I'm fine," he croaks, to which Hunnigan shakes her head.

"No. How bad is it? I haven't had time to coerce medical into giving me your file."

"I'm just tired."

"You're not." Hunnigan shoots him a softer look. "Let me get you some water and I'll call you a taxi. If you're done the report, the rest can wait. I'd rather have you recovering than working yourself to the bone."

"Hunnigan--"

"I won't let you do this to yourself, Leon. They're working you hard for a reason--don't let them win."

[khofiecloud]

how to preserve your mental health at school

School is probably one of the most mentally taxing things a teen can go through. It certainly is mine. With the pressure to be the best, to get ahead, and to generally succeed, it's hard to not be affected. The mental strain is unavoidable, and I struggled with it for most of my school years, but over time that has led me to find tips that could help anyone going through this cope.

There are a few signs that can tell you whether or not you are being severely affected. You might be unmotivated and apathetic throughout the school day, and just because of school itself. You might feel like crying in school during the whole day and every day. Reasons can range from academic pressure to bullying and social ostracization to feeling inferior to your over achieving classmates.(If it's bullying, please tell someone who can help you) But here's some tips that might help based on what I learned from experience:

Find a piece of comfort (that you can come back to whenever you feel bad) .It can be a show, anime, song , movie, fanfic, manga , book, food, piece of clothing, or really just about anything (my recs are saiki k, ghibli songs and movies) . It’s best to have multiple just in case you get too used to 1 of them.

Get a support system: the way you can get this may differ based on your specific problem but here’s some ideas : make new friends offline or online (best app is slowly) and strengthen your existing relationships with friends and family.

Find a 3rd place which is not electronic: A third place is any public area away from homes and school/work ,where people meet and interact in an open environment. But the real challenge is not making your 3rd place your device .It's hard but here are some ideas for a 3rd place : libraries, arcades, gym, yoga place, sport club, skateparks, playgrounds, parks, coffee shops and cafes, bodegas. Make sure to choose a place where you feel comfortable. 

Get enough sleep: being tired will just make you feel so much worse. Never underestimate the power of a good night's sleep. Just to make it extra too, listen to some calming music, light candles and wear your fanciest sleepwear.

Put your mind on other things and focus on finding things that'll make you proud of yourself: You could get new hobbies, especially creative ones since those allow you to express yourself easily. Some examples are crocheting, embroidery, drawing, painting, sculpting, pottery, dancing, writing music, performance art and writing (stories, poetry, essays)

Take a leap of faith: create or design something based on your interests and skills and share it with the world. This can develop into being your own personal extracurricular activity. It might be scary but that's what makes it so rewarding in the end.

1) Video editing : post videos on your favorite subject and post on tiktok or youtube 2) Fashion and Photography : take pictures of yourself wearing cute clothes (or just your fav ones) and post them on your social media 3) Painting and Sustainability : paint an exhibit and display it in public 4) Volunteering and Social Media: make and run the official Instagram account of a local business 5) Gaming : make a game on roblox 6) Reading: start a book review blog These are just a few pretty ambitious ideas. You don’t have to follow these. Create your own project, it all depends on who you are. Take the best out of all of you (pieces of your soul) and create a masterpiece. If you don't have any interests (post on tips coming soon) just make something out of your skills . Make sure to only take on a project if you have time and resources.

Lastly, this is a tip I got from Quora. It’s to make a slow nights document. You can write this down on paper or open a doc and write down your comforts, favorite movie, favorite art pieces, places you’d like to go in the future, what you think your life will be in 10 years and so on. Just write things that will make you you.

School can make you feel drained, insecure and hurt for so many reasons. It may end up in you being numb and apathetic. In most cases, the problems you have can’t be solved by just forcing yourself to look at the bright side or forcing yourself to avoid or ignore them. They are real issues. And when asking for tips on the internet isn’t enough, I hope this post will help you. It probably didn’t solve all your problems, but I hope it showed you a way to go. Thank you for reading and Good Luck