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nanowrimo · 1 year ago

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Pro Tips from a NaNo Coach: How to Write a Clean(ish) Fast Draft

NaNoWriMo can seem like a daunting task sometimes, for NaNo newbies and veterans alike. Fortunately, our NaNo Coaches are here to help guide you through November! Today, author Jesse Q. Sutanto is here to share her advice on how to set yourself up for noveling success:

Dear Nano-ers,

My first book took me three years to cobble together. During that time, I joined Absolute Write—a free writers forum which I completely love and recommend to all aspiring writers—and I made a friend who convinced me to try doing NaNoWriMo. I was completely unconvinced, but I am a people-pleaser and I can never say no, so I agreed to try it for my second novel.

My second novel took me less than a month to write. It was a complete mess, but it was also a revelation. Often, I felt myself falling into that writing Holy Grail—the hole which consumes you, makes you forget the rest of the world, and absorbs you completely in the world you are creating on paper. I loved the process deeply, and never looked back since. All of my subsequent books have since been written in a matter of months.

And you know what? They were all a horrific mess. I did not learn how to do a clean and fast draft until my NINTH book, and I don’t think I would’ve ever learnt without the help of NaNoWriMo. So here are my tips on how to best tackle a sprint-a-thon like NaNo.

1. Try to come up with a loose outline.

When I first started writing, I was a pure pantser. I had no idea what was going to happen before I sat down to write. This is a completely legit way of writing, but I have since learned that it is massively helpful to have an idea, even a vague one, of what you are trying to say with your book. What was really helpful for me was to sit down for just five minutes before writing each scene and try to envision what I wanted the scene to achieve. Once I had that in mind, the scene became much easier to write.

2. Break down your writing time.

Ever heard of the Pomodoro technique? In order to hit 50,000 words a month, you need to write around 1,600 words a day. That is a heck of a lot of words to write! Break it down. Set 10 or 15-minute timers and use that to your advantage. Trust me, if you told me to sit down and write 1,600 words, I would be like, “Omg that’s too much!” But if you told me to just write for 15 minutes, that feels a lot more doable.

3. Give yourself permission to write trash.

Before each writing session, I actually say out loud: “I am going to write trash.” And this gives me permission to write whatever comes to my mind without judgment. You can always edit later, but for now, focus on letting the words out on paper.

4. Lean on others for support.

I made the mistake of thinking that writing is a lonely vocation. In fact, it is one of the most social things I could do. Social media, while a double-edged sword, has done so much for the writing community. I have found all of my close writer friends through social media, and I chat with them every day and consider them my close, lifelong friends. Don’t be afraid to reach out and make connections within the community. You are not alone.

Jesse Q. Sutanto is the award-winning, bestselling author of Dial A for Aunties, Vera Wong’s Unsolicited Advice for Murderers, Well, That Was Unexpected, The Obsession, and Theo Tan and the Fox Spirit. The film rights to her women’s fiction, Dial A for Aunties, was bought by Netflix in a competitive bidding war, and the TV rights to Vera Wong was bought by Warner Bros, with Oprah and Mindy Kaling attached to produce. She has a master’s degree in creative writing from Oxford University, though she hasn’t found a way of saying that without sounding obnoxious.

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loreleismusings99 · 11 months ago

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Symbiosis

Will Hunting x Reader, Hurt/Comfort

Hey there! I recently got a request to do a Will Hunting Hurt/Comfort Imagine, and unfortunately, it turned into more of a one-shot(if anyone has any tips on how to actually write an imagine, please do send them my way).

CW: sexual harassment, panic attack, sensory hallucinations involving the eyes and skin, reader implied to have asthma, verbal abuse from a professor, imposter syndrome, brief/blink-and-you'll-miss-it mentions of past physical abuse

Please let me know if I missed anything that should be in the content warning, please please please let me know.

Also, please look up and make sure you know of and have access to your university's Title IX resources. You have the right to go to school and participate in educational opportunities free from harassment and discrimination based on sex. Here's a link from the NSF on Title IX that includes some resources you can use if you believe you've experienced sexual harassment or any other form of sex-based discrimination. Also, look into your school's Title IX resources--they should have some sort of Title IX office or coordinator(it's actually unlawful for them not to if the school receives any federal funding).

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Sandpaper. Or, maybe chalk. Not just the utensil itself, but the powder that flies off a board after a tired logician writes the punctuating Q.E.D. at the end of a proof. Yeah, that makes more sense--there’s chalk in your eyes right now. That’s the only feasible explanation for why you’re sitting on the coldest floor you’ve ever felt trying not to split apart at the seams. Your eyes are screwed shut while you shiver against the wall at your back, trying to remember the grounding exercise an old roommate of yours shared with you ages ago.

One thing I can taste…

The faint memory of bile accosts your tongue. You poke a cold sore that’s starting to form in your cheek and taste blood, the sharp, ringing pain pulling you somewhere closer to the present moment and muffling the memory of your professor’s breath wafting over your face. Your diaphragm spasms while attempting to take in a deep breath, sending you into a coughing fit. You taste the beginnings of mucus making its way up your throat, threatening to choke you again.

Two things I can smell…

Your perfume wafts up from your wrists, notes of Limonene and honey invading your senses and mixing with the faint smell of plastic and Simple Green from the recently cleaned floor. That was two things, right? Fuck, why can’t I think-- you say to yourself internally, interrupted by the effort it takes to choke back a sob threatening to tear through your lungs. The last thing you need right now is for someone to notice you in your current state. Losing your focus, your mind begins to wander. You remember your professor’s touch on your cheek that trailed menacingly down your neck. You jerked away from him at the time, not expecting him to blow up at you like he did. All you needed was help on a homework problem, and you got a quid pro quo. Refusing him feels like a mistake even though you know for a fact that it wasn’t. You remember how quickly his face turned sour, how laden with poison his voice was when he told you you had no potential. That you’re nothing without him and might as well give everything up if you weren’t willing to do something as simple as what he was asking. You froze under his explosive scrutiny and he was further angered by your unresponsiveness, eventually telling you to get out of his sight. Recalling all of this causes you to sink further into your panic attack, and you begin to feel phantom touches skirt over your skin before you continue trying to ground yourself.

Um… three things I can hear…

I’m shaking, you deduce from the faint jingling of your keys--which are currently clipped to one of the belt loops on your chinos with a carabiner. You hazard another breath and can hear the thin whistle of a wheeze on the exhale, then Footsteps after a door shutting in the distance. You try to remember what rooms are in that direction, but right now you can’t recall anything other than who you are and what just happened. The footsteps seem to get closer before stopping, I guess they left…

Four things I can touch…

You drag a nail over the pad of your thumb before clenching your fists and running your knuckles over the fabric of your pants. You gingerly unclench your fists and set them down on the floor on either side of you, letting the cold linoleum draw heat from your skin. The muscles in your arms and shoulders are still wound tight and are starting to burn with fatigue. I need to relax, you think but you can’t quite will yourself to do that yet. I need to get up, I need to go home…

Five things I can see…

It takes every ounce of strength left in you to open your eyes. The first thing you notice is pain as your eyes adjust to the sudden influx of light after having your eyes shut for what must’ve been a long time. As the blurriness fades you see your legs crossed in front of you, quads still tense and ready to help you bolt if you need to. Taking in another shuddering breath, you look up at the wall in front of you, tracing along the faint lines of graphite that compose what looks like half of a Fourier transform coefficient calculation before the sound of quickly approaching footsteps makes you snap your gaze to the right.

White Converse shoes… sandy blonde hair… blue eyes. Blue eyes…

Will drops to his knees in front of you and takes your face into his hands. “What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Can you hear me? Please say something, you’re freakin’ me out--” Will looks over you frantically, presumably looking for injuries or any sort of sign of foul play. “What happened?” he picks up your hands from the floor and holds them between his warmer ones, rubbing them together to try to bring some warmth to them.

“I need to go home--” The haggard grit to your voice surprises you and evokes a pained grimace from Will. He draws a hand into his sleeve and uses the loose fabric to wipe a few errant tears from your face.

“Can you stand?” His voice sounds small and restrained and his grey-blue eyes look steely as he looks into yours. You nod a few times and try to stretch out your legs, slowly stretching out your fatigued and still tight muscles. He helps you stand, one hand on your elbow, the other on your back, and the two of you slowly walk out of the mathematics building.

After you get into your apartment, Will helps you take off your shoes before situating you on your couch. He kneels in front of you and regards you for a moment before asking, “Have you had any water?” you shake your head no, staring down at your lap. You hear Will utter a soft ‘alright’ as he stands back up and starts to walk away from you. A bolt of panic tears through you and you suddenly reach for him, eyes staring at his hand, wide as saucers while you’re grasping onto it. He flinches unconsciously, causing you to let go and draw back from him in embarrassment, having forgotten about his own history. "S'okay…” he says before sitting down on the cushion next to you and picking up the hand you reached out to him with. He sits there with your hand in his, passing his thumb over the small patch of skin he can reach while still interlocking the rest of your fingers together. The two of you sit like this for what feels like an eternity before Will finally breaks the silence. “...Can I hug you?” You nod in response. “You sure?” he asks carefully, already scooting closer to you, and you nod again, with more conviction this time. You move toward each other and Will wraps you up in an all-encompassing embrace. He starts smoothing down the hair at the nape of your neck and all that you'd been blocking in the hallway comes rushing back to you with a vengeance. You break down again, your arms tightening around Will as you let out a pained cry, muffled only by the fabric of his shirt. He starts to rock you back and forth, telling you that you're okay while rubbing soothing circles into your back.

The two of you sit like this for maybe twenty minutes before Will begins to pull back. “ ‘m gonna get you some water, okay?” You nod and free him from your grip, curling into a pseudo-fetal position while you wait for him to come back. Eventually, he returns with a glass of water, sitting back down next to you and putting a hand on your shoulder to alert you of his presence. “Here, have some of this, then maybe we can try some food if you're up for it.” He says barely above a whisper as you look back up at him and the water he's presenting to you. You take the cup and hold his hand while slowly sipping the cool liquid, the temperature difference between it and yourself shocking you further into alertness, finally fully taking in what's happening around you.

After a few minutes of silence, Will asks you the one question you were hoping he'd avoid. “What happened? What's got you like this?” He brushes a stray lock of hair out of your eyes and you lean into his touch.

You shake your head in response and he clicks his tongue at you. “C’mon, please don't lie to me. I know this ain't nothin’... did someone do something to you?” Your silence speaks for you and you can feel Will tense up in front of you. His thumb pauses its repetitive journey back and forth over the back of your hand as he continues, his voice going cold with thinly veiled fury. “Say the name and they’re gone, I'll knock ‘em into their grave--”

“That's exactly why I can't tell you, you can't do that--”

“What're they, God? I'll fight ‘im too, knock ‘im on his ass if he has one,” this starts you laughing; it's a wheeze of a chuckle, but more than you were expecting to come out of you.

“No, no, I… I think… I'm gonna have to file a report. And if I do, there might be an investigation, and if there's an investigation I’ll have to sign an NDA, so I can't tell you…” you finish the water and Will takes the empty cup from you, setting it on the coffee table.

“... so it was one of the faculty? I can ask Lambeau, maybe he can get ‘em fired--”

“Do not tell Lambeau. Things like this… they'll all gang up on me just to stay in the good graces of their colleagues. I don't think I could handle being on anyone else's hit list right now.” you hold Will’s hand with both of yours now, feeling the contrasting textures of his nails and skin.

The two of you sit in silence again before Will asks, “What're we gonna do then? Just wait for someone to pick up the case and hope something happens?”

“That's what we'll have to do. I doubt anything will happen, but I really don't have the energy to think about what else I could possibly do right now…” You can feel Will's arm bob up and down slightly as he nods hesitantly.

“...how're you feelin’? Can I convince you to maybe have a bite to eat, or is that too much right now?” you shake your head and breathe out a barely audible ‘too much’ before shutting your eyes again. “Okay…. Do you wanna lie down on your bed or do you wanna stay here?”

“Here, please,” you whisper, leaning into Will's hand, which is currently drying a tear you didn't know was sneaking through your eyelids.

“‘Course, no need to say please, I can't stop you from laying down on your own couch.” He breathes out a laugh before leaning over to pick up a throw blanket that was crumpled up behind you. He helps you wrap the blanket around yourself and eases you back into his arms before reclining back into the sofa's arm as much as possible, the two of you settling into a warm and comfortable silence. Or, at least it would be if you could get your brain to quiet down.

Your mind is still circling back to what your professor said just before he made you leave his office. You’ve felt like this ever since you transferred to MIT last Fall--feeling like you somehow made it in by mistake, that you weren’t meant to be there. All of that’s been dialed to eleven since you’ve started classes, though, the intensity and pace of the work making you feel like a fish out of water. You’ve been keeping up your grades, but your success always feels acquired by the skin of your teeth. Maybe he’s right; maybe you really aren’t cut out for this. The prospect of having to give up the one thing you’ve been dreaming of doing since you learned how to count was beyond distressing, but everything seems so uncertain now. Your spiral into the depths of self-hatred is interrupted by Will running his hand over your hair, slightly scratching your scalp. “You know you’re fuckin’ brilliant, right? People only do shit like that because they don’t know what else to do to control you.”

“I honestly find that hard to believe--”

“Then find a way,” you can feel him looking down at your form, nestled within his arms. “Hey, look at me.” Reluctantly you turn your head to awkwardly look him in the eye. “I mean it. You’re perfect. Do you trust me?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then you know I’m telling you the truth,” he says, cupping the side of your face with his free hand. “You are extraordinary. Please don't ever doubt that.” You feel your heart jump at his declaration. Will is usually sparing with compliments, but when he does utter them he has a piercing intensity to his demeanor that makes your face light up like a Christmas tree. He looks at you like you’re the universe staring back at him, the only thing standing between him and oblivion. “Please. Promise me.”

Looking into his eyes, you feel that same reverence for him. Will has been through so much, and yet he still has the bandwidth to love you and the trust to open his heart to you. You try to match his intensity and sincerity while looking back at him, eyes glistening and gaze raw, “... I promise… Thank you.”

=================Thanks for Reading!=================

Thanks to @jolovesfandoms for the request!

#good will hunting #will hunting x reader #gn!reader #good will hunting one shot #oneshot #hurt/comfort

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thehusbandoden · 1 year ago

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Shoto comfort headcannons pls ❤️

Sorry this took so long, I hope you like them! If not you can always send in another ask! <33

Todoroki Shoto Comfort Headcannons

In the beginning Shoto didn't really understand what to... do

He'd try to comfort you as best as he could but it just didn't work, and so he had to go get Izuku to help you.

For a while he felt guilty, beating up on himself for not being able to comfort you.

But then he asked for help. He talked to you, Izuku, Kirishima, Ochako, Momo, Tsu, Fuyumi, anyone to try and help you.

After a while of learning from multilple sources, he got better at it.

The next time you needed him he was able to help you, even though it was still a teeny bit awkward.

After a while of being together he was a pro at it.

Had a hard day at work?

He'd get you your comfort food, make a nest out of your favorite pillows and blankets, and put on your comfort movie/show.

While the two of you ate he would sit you on his lap, gently kissing your shoulders and cooing compliments and words of encouragement.

After food he'd pick you up bridal style, smiling down at you as he brought you to the couch, sitting you down and letting you get comfortable before he sits down himself.

He'd cuddle you until you fell asleep and even after that, eyes full of love as he watched you finally get the rest you deserved.

Were you stressing over the piling to-do list?

He'd hold you against his chest while you rambled, givingà your head an occasional peck.

If you needed to cry or scream, he would't judge. At all. He'd hold you while you got out whatever it is that youi needed to.

Afterwards, he'd look you in your eyes, hand proping up your chin.

"Y/n, my love. It will be alright, you don't need to worry so much. Just focus on me for tonight, yeah?"

He'd get you whatever you needed and hold you until you fall asleep.

After making sure you were fully asleep he'd slip out of bed, grabbing your phone on the way out.

Unlocking the screen, he'd look through your to-do list, writing down what he could do tonight and what he would have to wait for the morning to do.

After going through everything he locked your phone once again and plugged it back into it's charger, making sure to leave a kiss to your forehead before heading back out to start working.

If it could be done that night, he did it.

Needed to clean out the fridge? Done.

Needed to deep clean the bathroom? Check.

Needed to go xgrocery shoppingx? There's a 24-7 one half an hour away.

For the things that needed to get done in the morning he set an alarm, making sure he'd be up before you were so he could get those done.

He may have also turned off all of your alarms for the morning so you could sleep in..

It might have taken a while, but Shoto had mastered the art of being your biggest support and comfort. No matter what you needed, or when you needed it, he was always prepared.

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schraubd · 10 months ago

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Glass House Cleaning

Anecdotally, the Israeli attack on WFK humanitarian aid workers delivering food in Gaza appears to be a tipping point for some people. On some of the (ostensibly) liberal Zionist forums I frequent, I saw people who just last week were arguing that the entire concept of "proportionality" shouldn't constrain Israel's military response now are shocked and appalled, and they aren't buying Israeli excuses about "maybe we thought a Hamas operative was in the area." Query why this event triggered the shift, but change is change. The JTA has a story on the reaction of various Jewish institutions to the strike. It breaks down pretty much exactly as you'd expect: the liberals being clear-eyed in condemning the killing, the leftists condemning the killing and situating as part of the broader allegation of Israeli genocide, the centrists expressing sadness for the deaths while obscuring responsibility. And then there's ZOA: Morton Klein, the president of the right-wing Zionist Organization of America, said that he did not know about the incident before being informed of it by JTA on Tuesday in the early afternoon. He said, “Now that you’ve made me aware of it, obviously I’m devastated that totally innocent people trying to do humanitarian work have lost their lives, I’m sure unintentionally.” He also said the ultimate responsibility for the aid workers’ death belongs to Hamas. “I blame Hamas. Every single fatality is blamed on Hamas for launching this war,” Klein said. “In any war you’ll have deaths of civilians that are unintentional. In a war, mistakes are made, targets are missed. if one takes the position that one doesn’t go to war if any innocents will be killed, you won’t go to war and Hamas tyrants will win.” I happened to read this right at the same time as I read Bret Stephens' latest column on "the appalling tactics of the 'free Palestine' movement." The thesis of his article is that "the mark of a morally serious movement lies in its determination to weed out its worst members and stamp out its worst ideas"; among his examples of the worst members/worst ideas was the infamous statement by a coalition of Harvard student groups, immediately after October 7, which held "the Israeli regime entirely responsible for all unfolding violence." One notices, of course, that this is exactly -- exactly -- the formulation that Mort Klein adopted vis-a-vis Israel killing the WFK workers: "I blame Hamas. Every single fatality is blamed on Hamas for launching this war." So one might ask if this "member" of the pro-Israel will be weeded out, and if his ideas will be stamped out. As someone who has watched repeated endeavors try and fail to hold ZOA accountable, I can tell you the answer: they're not. Stephens isn't wrong, exactly, when highlighting some of the repellant extremism that sits largely unchallenged in the pro-Palestine movement. But if the mark of a morally serious movement is its determination to weed out one's worst members and worst ideas, the pro-Israel movement is sitting in a terribly fragile glass house. The Israeli attack on humanitarian aid workers is about more than just the seven innocents Israel killed. It is another boulder on the scale of evidence which overwhelmingly suggests that -- "most moral army in the world" protests notwithstanding -- Israel's orientation towards innocent life in this conflict has been one of cavalier indifference at best, malicious destruction at worst. Protestations that "war is hell" and "don't second-guess the generals" are ringing increasingly hollow as against the near-uniform conclusion of media, eyewitness accounts, NGOs, international observers -- you name it. Some may be biased (but then, so are Israeli government figures and their apologists). But people are entitled to draw conclusions from the reality before their eyes. (Oh, and you should read the op-ed Jose Andres published simultaneously in the New York Times and Yedioth Ahronoth). via The Debate Link https://ift.tt/Uvsl8oY

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crowbraincoin · 1 year ago

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Tips for ADHD Plant Parents

Let’s face it, you love plants, but it can be hard to keep them alive and thriving when you have a hard time even finding the phone in your hand while on a phone call. So what can you do?

Here are 9 tips on how to care for plants when you have ADHD.

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1. Less is more

As tempting as it may be to buy a cart-load of plants–trust me I know the feeling–it’s not the brightest idea to start out with a houseplant forest. Start with a few smaller and less care-intensive plants such as a ZZ plant, Snake plant, or Spider plant. Don’t let the names fool you, these babies are just as leafy and gorgeous as their more extravagant relatives.

2. Play to your strengths…and know your weaknesses

If you know that one particular aspect of plant parenting is what’s difficult for you, try finding some plants that need less of that care. If watering on a schedule is hard for you, try getting a cactus. If keeping them in a well-lit spot is difficult, try getting a plant that requires low light (or get a plant lamp). If repotting is hard for you, try getting plants that are slow growers, or try air plants, which don’t require soil at all!

3. Give them a shower

One of the more daunting things ADHD people deal with are tasks that involve a lot of tedious work. Going around and individually watering all of your plants takes time and effort–which we ADHD folks care greatly about. So here’s what you do: Take all of the plants that you can fit in your bathtub and place them at enough distance that they won’t overshadow one another. That way they can get as much water as they need. Then all you need to do is use your shower head (a removable one works best for this) and let it rain! Not only does it make the task go much quicker, but it’s also an easy clean-up.

Pro tip: When using this method I suggest that you get a filtered showerhead, as some tap water can have minerals or chemicals in it that can cause build-up on your plants or worse, cause them to start dying.

4. Use watering bulbs

If you have plants that don’t fit into your shower, or you don’t have a shower, try out watering bulbs. They come in many different colors, sizes, shapes, and materials. Here are some that are shaped like mushrooms! When the soil dries up, the bulb releases more water to keep the soil moist. Be careful with these and do your research, though, since not all plants like constantly wet soil.

5. Spray bottles, lots of them

So many plants require a certain level of humidity and this can be hard to keep up with. I always misplace my spray bottles, so I just bought a few cheap ones and placed them wherever my plants are kept. Now when my plants are looking a little dry I can give them a spritz with one of my many spray bottles. Bonus points if you get some that are a bright color to make them stand out more!

There are some plant humidifiers that can help with this problem as well. Though that can become expensive if you have a lot of plants or you have them in various locations.

6. Keep them visible

Don’t place plants too out of the way. Make sure they’re in your everyday line of sight so that you can tell right away when they aren’t doing well. One thing rings powerfully true for those of us with ADHD, “out of sight, out of mind”. So keep your plant children in sight!

7. Make a checklist

Hear me out, I know for a lot of people with ADHD lists are the bane of our existence. However, it can really help to break down your plant care in a list format. Take one or two hours to sit and write a checklist for yourself that is easy to read and understand, and that you won’t dread looking at. Split them up based on needs, like sunlight, water, humidity, fertilizer, etc.

Pro tip: Using various plant-care apps has helped lots of people manage their plants. Plus, many of these apps have free versions or free trials. Personally, writing and having a physical checklist helps me remember but do whatever works for you to keep your plants alive!

8. Ask for help

Whether you have a few plants or a lot, it can be hard to keep up with them all on your own. There are so many times I have had to ask my housemates or partner to help with my plants. Sometimes it can be hard to remember, other times I just don’t have the energy to get to all of them. So if you can, ask for help from people around you. You may need to teach them and walk them through your process, but once they’re familiar with plant care it’ll be a breeze.

Who knows, maybe you’ll spark a love for plants in them as well!

9. Don’t get discouraged

Sometimes even with our best efforts, plants will die. It doesn’t make you a bad plant parent if you weren’t able to handle a certain feisty plant or if you got one that maybe wasn’t in the best shape, to begin with. Even if the plant died because you weren’t able to keep up with the care, give yourself some grace and take it as a challenge to do better next time.

Bonus Tip: If all else fails…

Fake plants look just as good and require no care at all — aside from the occasional dusting!

#plant parent #plant tips #houseplants #adhd tips #adhd tips and tricks #adhd hacks #plant hacks

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disneyvacationguide · 7 months ago

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The Disney Vacation Guide's ranking of the top 10 best Disneyland/ California adventure bathrooms to have a meltdown in.

The Bathrooms on Hollywood Boulevard next to the art of animation building, these quite bathrooms are rarely busy and always clean. This is the perfect place to sob in the stall. It's almost hard to recommend any other bathrooms in that park because of how perfect it is.

The Blackspire outpost bathrooms in Galaxies edge. We've been there, we waited 2 hours for rise of the resistance after eating our lunch, when the exhaustion and overstimulation hits you. While quite busy this spot has the perfect combination of lighting and light theming is perfect for you to have a good cry before heading on over to smugglers run.

The Hungry Bear bathrooms in critter country, with amazing proximity to Tiana's Bayou Adventure, Haunted Mansion, Pooh bear and Rise of the Resistance, this is the perfect place for all my over planners out there who know they're going to have a meltdown to head too. What's extra nice is that just upstairs is the Hungry bear restaurant so your party can grab a snack while you quietly sob.

The Adventureland entrance bathrooms. Now these are special because I would rank these higher or lower depending on the time of day. During the day these wouldn't hit our top 10 for places to get your cry on but when the post fireworks crowd hits, this easily wins out and is my number one for that magical and chaotic half hour.

The Autopia bathrooms. From our teams experience these bathrooms tend to be rarely used compared it's sister bathrooms at the end of space mountain. It's perfect for a really severe meltdown due to it's proximity to both the Disneyland Railroad and Monorail, so if your meltdown is severe you can hit the eject button and go back to your hotel.

Hollywood Backlot bathrooms. Due to low ride capacity and slow loading times of, basically everything near it this is one you're going to see and if you don't you should probably drink some water, pro tip. Despite how frequent it's use is for guests it's relatively hidden making it a hidden gem for all your needs, not just scream crying over how you've spent 70 dollars on food and it's not even 10:30, don't worry besties, we've been there too.

Alice in wonderland bathrooms in fantasy land. If this was a ranking of theming these would go higher for sure. These stalls are large and rarely used making it a perfect place to cry. Now I know what you're thinking, "if it's perfect why is it not top five?". This is due to the fact that when it is used it's often by families with little ones due to it's proximity to fantasyland and less extreme rides.

Tomorrowland entrance bathrooms. Tucked right between Star Tours and the Plaza Inn these are perfect if you're like me and need to go on Star Tours multiple times every visit, and if you're like me, you know how long those lines are and have also likely gotten your mickey ears stuck in the under seat containers on star tours and prevented a family from sitting down, then needed a place to calm down after the social embarrassment, no shame, this is your bathroom to cry about that in before going again on star tours.

The Space Mountain bathrooms. This is the antithesis of it's Autopia sister bathroom. These bathrooms are loud and service one of Disneylands most consistently slammed rides as well as being near the exit of star tours. Compensating for that these bathrooms are massive and the noise means nobody will be able to here you meltdown. This rates higher for our loud criers, we see you.

Paradise Gardens Bathrooms. These bathrooms are probably the best hidden gem of a bathroom in California Adventure but there greatest strength is also there biggest weakness, location. It's far from any of the big wait time rides or crowds in the park so you may not be near it when then need to cry comes. If you are consider yourself lucky as you are in for a treat of a cry spot.

#disneyland #bathrooms #Planning #Vacation planning #crying #Tomorrowland is the best land for crying

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aparticularbandit · 2 years ago

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The Perfect Lie

Summary: After his father leaves, Brendan starts acting out at school, and Eve has to talk to him about everything.

Eve Fletcher & Brendan Fletcher Rating: G.

After Ted leaves, Eve breaks.

In the days that follow, Eve reaches for her phone multiple times with the intent to call her mother. Then she remembers. Then she takes a deep breath around the lump in her throat and slumps back against her headboard, fingers grasping sheets that she should have thrown away instead of just tossing them in the washer on sanitary cycle and assuming that the boiling hot water that actually does clean all of that shit away would also make her feel better about using them again.

They were her favorite sheets. With everything else, Eve hadn’t wanted to get rid of them, too. Hadn’t wanted him to take them, too, just like he’d taken—

It was such a small thing. She should have been allowed to keep her small thing.

But no.

Brendan is eight years old. He understands that his grandmama is dead, as much as he can, but he doesn’t understand why his dad can’t come home. He doesn’t understand why his mom won’t let his dad come home, because whatever his dad did, surely she should be able to forgive him, shouldn’t she? And then when she won’t, he uses this an excuse to be mean and cruel to the other kids at school; if his mom doesn’t have to forgive his dad, then he shouldn’t have to forgive anyone either! He throws rocks and cuts one of the other kids’ foreheads with one, and Eve gets called in to pick him up, and he won’t talk to her.

Ted volunteers to talk some sense into him, but if Eve had her way, Ted wouldn’t ever see Brendan again. Except that…isn’t fair to Brendan. It’s not like he did something wrong. Unfortunately, she can’t punish Ted without punishing Brendan. (The worst of it is feeling like Ted would love to leave Brendan behind, too, and maybe the only reason he isn’t is because he still has to help pay for him, and Ted has never wanted to pay for something he couldn’t see or hold in his hand.)

Eventually, Eve takes him out for ice cream at his favorite shop, just the two of them. Brendan sits on the chair across from her, and she can’t help but say, “You’ve grown so much,” because he has, even if he hasn’t noticed. His feet still dangle above the ground, but they’re close enough that if he points his toes down, he can just brush the tip of his shoes across the floor. He can almost cup the little children’s cup all in one hand now, not that he’d gotten one of those, and when he bites down into his rocky road chocolate chip mix, all she can see is the day he’d gotten one of his baby incisors stuck in the waffle cone.

He’s still her little boy, but he’s not her little boy anymore.

Eight years old and attacking other children with rocks. Not really a little boy move.

Brendan doesn’t say anything to that comment anyway. He just furrows his brow in the confused, annoyed way that children sometimes have, kicks his shoes in the air a few times, and takes another bite of his ice cream cone. The bite is a little too big; ice cream rims his mouth, and Eve wants to reach across and rub it away with her thumb. She won’t, though. He would be embarrassed. She doesn’t want to embarrass him.

It’s not why Eve doesn’t bring it up while he’s eating. There’s nothing embarrassing about talking about things you shouldn’t do, but something tells her that having this discussion while he’s eating ice cream might make it feel like he’s being rewarded. She doesn’t want to reward him; she just wants him not to feel as bad as he does. He has to feel bad. If he didn’t feel bad, he wouldn’t be hurting other kids.

So afterwards, when he’s cold from eating ice cream, they go for a walk in the brisk fall nearing winter air. Thanksgiving is coming up, but Eve doesn’t want to think about that. It doesn’t matter; she thinks about it anyway, thinks about the logistics of it, how Ted’s parents will probably want to see Brendan and throw that big Thanksgiving production they do every year, and Brendan will want to go, want to see his Memaw and Pepaw, and Eve will want nothing more than to say no. It is selfish, really, to want to keep him all to herself when his grandparents hadn’t done anything wrong; it’s selfish and petty, and she won’t lie, part of it is revenge for how Ted treated her, so she won’t do it.

But another, bigger part of it, is that they used to split Thanksgivings – one year with Ted’s parents and one with her mom (as opposed to Christmases, where the day itself would just be the three of them, their little family, and then the week after would be going to both families and celebrating with each of them) – and that this year should have been her mother’s. Would have been her mother’s. And she doesn’t….

She doesn’t want to deal with that alone.

Ted still has his parents and his new…whatever she is and even Brendan, if and when he wants him, but Brendan is all Eve has. She’s his mother. She didn’t do anything wrong. She feels like she’s going to lose him anyway.

This conversation isn’t going to help.

“Brendan, you know you can’t throw rocks at other kids,” Eve starts, hesitating as she says it, forcing herself through the awkwardness anyway. She turns to him, sees how his hands are shoved into his windbreaker’s pockets and pulling them together even closer than the jacket really wants, crumpling it, scowl drawing lines across his young face, and he looks so much like his father in that moment that Eve’s heart pangs both with love for her son and instant hatred for the man who she doesn’t want to see reproduced on or in him. “You hurt someone.”

Brendan just shrugs. “You hurt Dad.”

It isn’t the same. Eve wants to tell him it isn’t the same, and she wants him to understand that it isn’t the same, why it isn’t the same. She takes a deep breath. “I didn’t throw a rock at him.”

“You want to.”

Eve doesn’t deny that. “I didn’t.” That doesn’t really make things better. “I’m not telling you to like the other kids, honey; I’m just telling you not to throw rocks at them.” Then, knowing that Brendan is a child and will try to find loopholes just because she didn’t specify, “Or punch them. Or kick them. Or pull their hair or put gum in their hair or—”

“Fine, Mom, I got it.” Brendan pulls his hands closer together, pulls the jacket pockets closer together, that slight rippling not quite plastic sound of the fabric. The scowl stays on his face.

On instinct, Eve reaches across and tries to smooth his furrowed brow. “Relax. If you keep your face like that, it’ll freeze.”

Brendan’s scowl deepens, brow furrowing further. “Let it.”

“Brendan.” Eve sighs and runs a hand through his fluffy brown hair. It’s about time for a haircut. It’s starting to curl around his ears. She struggles to think of a way to explain things as he pulls away from her gentle touch. “Hey, um, you know your best friend? Wade?”

“What about him?” Brendan asks, eyes widening in shock as he looks up at her. “You’re not going to do anything to him, are you?”

“No, no, no. I would never—” Eve shakes her head quickly. It isn’t a bad example, she doesn’t think, but it requires him understanding that it’s an example and not…not a real thing that’s actually happening. “If…if Wade ever…ever made you really mad and started avoiding you and hanging out with some kid you really hate—”

“Julian,” Brendan spits out in a near hiss, eyes narrowing. Then he glares up at her. “He would never do that.”

“Oh, I know, I know.” Eve wants to look away from the force of his glare, but she doesn’t. “But just…just say he did. How would you feel?”

Brendan looks away, considering. “I’d want to punch him in the face,” he says quietly. “Throw rocks at him. Fight him so he’d quit being a jerk.”

Eve nods slowly. “And if you couldn’t do any of that?”

“I don’t know.” Brendan shrugs. “I’d be really sad. And really mad. I guess I’d have to make new friends. Or a new best friend, if he never wanted to be friends again. I’d want to know what I did. What Julian did to make him suddenly like him so much. Maybe…Maybe I’d try to talk to him.” His scowl drops, but his brow remains furrowed. He repeats, “I don’t know.”

“Would you ever be able to forgive him?”

Brendan considers that, too. “I don’t know.” He looks up at his mom. “Maybe I’d try to make friends with Julian, too, so we could all play together.” His face twists in disgust. “Probably not, though. Julian’s a freak.”

For a moment, Eve gets distracted. She doesn’t know this kid Brendan keeps bringing up – he’s never mentioned him before, not even once – and she doesn’t want to defend him so much as she wants to point out that it isn’t nice to call another kid a freak and maybe, just maybe, there’s something good about this Julian kid! But that isn’t the point of this lesson, and she’s afraid if she goes down that rabbit trail, they’ll never get back to what he actually needs to understand.

“Your dad was my Wade,” Eve says, finally. “More than that, because you and Wade would never—”

“Ew, gross—”

“—but he was my best friend.” Eve doesn’t say that this isn’t entirely true, that she’d had another, better friend before Ted who maybe hadn’t done what Ted did but had…disappeared. Broken her heart and then disappeared. She…shouldn’t be thinking of him right now. “He was my best friend,” she repeats, voice lower, softer, and she feels her throat close up, feels the tears start to well up, but she has to finish this first. “And he decided he wanted a better friend.”

Brendan’s brow furrows. “But he didn’t start avoiding you. You avoided him.”

“If Wade…if he started hanging out with Julian and hanging out with you, how would you feel?”

“I’d make him choose!” Brendan’s voice is dark, angry. Maybe she’s pushed him too far with this analogy. “He can’t be friends with both of us!”

Again, Eve has that feeling that she should correct that – because Wade should definitely be allowed to be friends with both of them – but she presses on anyway. “Your dad didn’t choose me.”

Brendan looks up at her, his eyes wide again. “Can’t you make him change his mind?”

“No.” Eve shakes her head. She doesn’t say that she’s not sure she wants that, not sure that she could get over that hurt even if he asked. Not that he had. Not that he wanted that. In the end, that had made the split easier. She doesn’t have to pretend, doesn’t have to try and smooth anything over. He doesn’t want her anymore. And she doesn’t have to pretend she wants him either.

“He still wants me, doesn’t he?”

Eve stops, then, and even though the ground is cold, she kneels down so that when she cup her son’s face and lies to him, she can stare him in the eye and make sure he believes her. “Of course, he does, Brendan. Your dad loves you. No matter what he does, you are his son, and he will never choose someone else over you.”

Brendan sniffles, pulls one hand out of his pocket, and rubs his nose with its back. “He should’ve picked you,” he says, finally, eyes slightly red. “It’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not.” Eve runs a hand through Brendan’s hair again, pushing it back out of his face, but when she takes her hand back, it just flops forward again. Definitely time for a haircut. “But if I’m not throwing rocks at him, then you shouldn’t—”

Brendan nods. “Okay. I won’t anymore.” He bites his lower lip in an attempt to keep from crying, and then he throws his arms around her. “I’ll choose you, Mom.”

Eve’s breath catches. She doesn’t hesitate, but it takes her a moment before she realizes what’s happening. Then she wraps her arms around Brendan, buries her head in his shoulder, and tries very hard not to let herself cry. She does anyway, drops that will roll off of his windbreaker because it’s made to deflect rain, and her tears are nowhere near as bad as rain. It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not or if he changes his mind in the future or not. It’s that he’s said it now, this time, and that means the world to her.

“I love you, Brendan.”

“I love you, too, Mom.”

Later that night, Eve catches Brendan sleeping on his stomach, head curved onto his pillow, one hand holding onto a now tearstained picture of his dad, keeping it half out from under the pillow and half under it. She leans up against the doorframe and tries to smile fondly at him the way she used to do, but she can’t. The aching hole in her heart yells and screams at the familiarity of this moment, at the way Ted should be stopping behind her, leaning down and kissing the top of her head, and saying they’d made a good kid, the way he had a hundred thousand times before this and should be doing a hundred thousand times after.

They had made a good kid.

It was just a shame that he wouldn’t be around to see it.

Eve wipes the tears from the corner of one eye, closes Brendan’s door, and then goes to her room, where she rips her favorite sheets off and replaces them with new sheets, much softer, much higher thread count, much better. Maybe her new favorites, if she likes them enough. Maybe good enough to forget the other ones ever existed.

#bandit fic #eve fletcher #brendan fletcher #mrs. fletcher #queue

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thumperdaetime · 1 year ago

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"Ok, but like. i Want to wear these things. I have even bought these things before. But a lifetime of fat-phobia has made me feel exposed and self conscious when i actually put them on to go places 😞"

this is an understandable feeling. its really hard to unlearn systematic self hate. (especially when most of society still wants you to hate yourself)

Pro Tip: Play dress up at home! on a day you're going to stay in anyway, instead of keeping/putting on the same "im just doing cleaning and videogames today" outfit. try making a Look just for yourself (or your housemate who i Hope aren't the type to make you feel self conscious (if they arent i recommend getting new housemates, good luck with that <3))

put on the riské item(s), and spend some time finding what other clothes you can pair it with to feel comfortable in them. if you want you can even do makeup and hair and grooming and such if thats a thing that will make you feel extra attractive.

!!! at first you may still be a bit self conscious. the point of this is to help you get used to the feel of new types of clothing on your body. as well as find ways to style the clothing in ways you feel cute in, your not going to solve that within the first hour!!!

and then do things you were going to do around the house anyway. the goal here is to just forget your trying a new thing. get so lost finishing the laundry that you aren't thinking about your exposed stomach. make a lasagna so complicated you stop trying to adjust those lycra shorts. spend so much time in Stardew Valley that you don't worry about this dress being this revealing.

try to stay on the clothes for as much as the day as you can. feel free to re-style if something isn't working. and i highly recommend taking a picture, when you decide to change into new clothes. this way you can document how cute you look, and make judgement about how you feel about being in that outfit outside of the physical discomfort of trying a new thing.

after you change you can feel good about finally wearing that thing you bought a year ago and haven't worn yet. you can also sit in your super comfy pajamas and sort threw/edit your selfies so you can remember how cute you looked when you tried something new.

!!! doing this once will likely Not solve all of your self consciousness around the clothing you tried for that try doing this frequently. making sure to try other outfits, making sure to Not avoid mirrors, and eventually running quick errands in your cute look. the point is to slowly let yourself first learn that you wont get in trouble for trying these new styles. and secondly that you can look hot wearing those things!!!

also i know this post is about us fat people, but this technique can work for anyone who wants to wear a thing but feels they ''''can't'''' because of other people's options. there are ""fashion rules"" for all body types that can make anyone self conscious. And while fat people are one of the most stigmatized groups in beauty culture, most body types are told they have flaws to hide that may keep them from trying new things. (also this is a fantastic way to start playing with gender nonconformity)

Listen to me. You can wear a croptop even if you're fat. You can wear a bikini. A short skirt. A dress with an open back. Biker shorts. You can wear whatever you want.

#fat-phobia #unlearning fat-phobia

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It’s fairly common for people to prefer drinking water that’s nice and cold to drinking it at room temp. If you’ve got any type of water cooler in your home (or in a client’s home), then you’ve got to know the best methods and products to clean it, especially since these coolers and dispensers can provide growing space for mildew, mold and bacteria. Luckily for you, our pros have the guidance that’s needed to help you out. Whether you’ve got your own cleaning business, you’re looking to DIY water cooler cleaning to save money, or you’re a homeowner considering buying a water cooler, continue with this article to learn what you need to know. Types of Water Coolers It probably won’t shock you to learn that there are multiple varieties of water coolers to choose from. Bottled water coolers (a company provides the stand and delivers water to your home) Countertop water coolers are small and may be connected to your water supply or use bottles that are delivered. 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How to Clean a Bottom Load Water Dispenser The main difference between a top and bottom loading water dispenser is that in the latter, the water bottle sits upright at the bottom of the dispenser and the water is pumped out. Here’s the method to clean one. Step 1: Remove the empty (or nearly empty) bottle from the dispenser. Step 2: Rinse out the bottle and clean the mouth of the bottle with soap and water. Step 3: Put equal parts plain water and white vinegar in the bottle, then replace the bottle in the dispenser. Step 4: After 10 minutes, use the dispenser to pump as much of the vinegar mixture as possible into a bowl. This process will sanitize the interior of the machine. Step 5: Empty any remaining mixture into the sink. Rinse the bottle and refill with fresh water. Dispense and dispose of the water to remove any vinegar. Repeat at least twice to make sure the interior of the machine is clean. Step 6: Use a fresh mix of vinegar and water to wipe down the exterior of the machine, then use a new sponge to wipe again with hot water to remove the vinegar and any lingering smell/taste. Signs That It’s Time to Clean Your Water Cooler or Dispenser Here are some signs to help you know that it’s time to clean your water cooler or dispenser. It’s been more than six months since you last cleaned it. The water has a funky smell or taste. There’s visible dirt or mold on the interior or exterior of the cooler. If you notice any of these signs, then get out the bleach and get to work! FAQ About Cleaning Water Coolers How do I clean a specific brand of water cooler? Whatever brand of water cooler you have, whether it’s a Toshiba, a Whirlpool, or a Glacier Bay dispenser, you should always follow the manufacturer’s instructions. If you don’t have a printed copy, Googling should help you find what you need. Our instructions are likely to work for any brand you have. Can I use vinegar instead of bleach? Yes, vinegar will get the job done and in some cases it’s the best choice. Just remember that it’s not as good at disinfecting as bleach is. That means if you’ve got mold or bacteria in your cooler, you should use bleach. Can I scrub the exterior to remove dirt? You can, but make sure to be gentle. You don’t want to create scratches or abrasions that give bacteria an environment to grow. Can exterior parts of my water cooler be run through the dishwasher? In most cases, yes. You’ll want to double check the manufacturer’s instructions to make sure, but the dishwasher is very effective at cleaning and sanitizing plastic parts of a water cooler. How often should I clean my water cooler? Our pros recommend cleaning and sanitizing once every six months at minimum. You should clean more frequently if you notice any of the signs that your water cooler needs cleaning, such as obvious dirt or mold or off-tasting water. 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#CLEANING_AND_MAINTENANCE #CLEAN #COOLER #DISPENSER #PRO #WATER

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ramestoryworld · 5 days ago

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