#but i need to pack all my shit up and clean.

[glossypolaroidkisses]

Blue body paint Luigi…

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"Now, what the— How the fuck—"

Luigi twists and turns, his back facing the mirror as he tries to coat the last unpainted stretch of his skin in blue. He groans loudly in the living room, contorting his body in an attempt to get the brush to the middle of his back.

"Fuck," he mutters, struggling.

You roll backward in your desk chair, out of your room and into the common area.

"You good?" you ask, startling him.

"Shit—"

"Oh— Sorry, I thought you knew I was here."

Luigi exhales, catching his breath. "I thought you were already at the rally with Cassy. You're good."

"No, I stayed back to study. Sorry, Lu."

"You're good, you're good." He cracks a light smile.

Luigi is your roommate, along with two others. Your best friend, Cassy, is Luigi's best friend's sister. Before Penn, you and Cassy were dead set on rooming together. Her brother, Sam, mentioned he was looking into an apartment-style dorm with his best friend, Luigi, and now the four of you rent it together. Cassy and Sam are siblings, you and Luigi are their best friends. You and Luigi are friends and roommates to each other, but nothing more.

"You need help, though? I just heard you huffing and puffing."

Luigi chuckles, rolling his eyes. "Huffing and puffing, damn." He hesitates. "To be honest, yeah. This paint..." His words trail off into a sigh, admitting defeat.

"School spirit, am I right?" you say sarcastically, getting up and walking over.

Luigi laughs. "Yeah, yeah."

"Everything good?" you ask, noticing his short, semi-awkward answers.

"..Yeah, it's just all this twisting and turning..." He gestures to his lower back. "Y'know, spondy."

"Right, right." You sigh before holding out a hand. "Brush?"

He hands it over, and you step onto the towel he laid out. "You're such a nerd."

"For cleaning precautions? Do you want to scrape blue paint out of tile grout?"

You laugh. "Absolutely not."

"Exactly."

You shake your head, about to start painting, but then you pause. Up close, his back is broader than you realized, his physique stronger.

"Everything alright?" Luigi asks, noticing.

"Yeah... yeah," you chuckle awkwardly, brushing it off. Of course you've always known Luigi was attractive—anyone with eyes does—but you've always shrugged it off. No point in stirring up drama between roommates or complicating things with your best friends. Besides, you're all swamped with school 90% of the time anyway.

"Wait, wait. Before I get my hands dirty, do you want Advil for your spondy?" you ask.

Luigi chuckles.

"What?" you ask. "Did I say it wrong? Not cool enough for the medical slang?"

"No, no. It was just cute, the way you said it. I've never heard you say it before." He moves on quickly. "Uhh, yeah, actually. Thanks. I would get it, but—" He gestures to his feet.

"You fucking painted the bottom of your feet?" you ask.

"Well, no... but close enough. I'm scared to leave my towel island."

You giggle, shaking your head as you search through the medicine cabinet. "Holy shit, didn't know you're a druggie, Luigi."

He laughs. "Yeah, my back is a real addict."

"If any of these go missing, I definitely didn't sell them for noodle money."

"Honestly, a couple of those pills could probably get you about forty packs of instant noodles."

"I want the good stuff, y'know, Huang's Noodle House?" You close your eyes dramatically at the thought of your favourite spot.

"I didn't know you like Huang's." Luigi sounds genuinely interested. "We should go."

"Yeah, and Cassy and Sam—"

"Ehh, Sam doesn't really like noodles."

"Oh. Then Cassy... I'm not sure if she does, actually."

Luigi hums in thought. "We could just go, then." His voice is casual, but something about it lingers.

You pause, fingers wrapped around the Advil bottle. Then, shaking it lightly, you ask, "Is that an invitation?"

Luigi glances over his shoulder, smirking. "Only if you wanna go. Otherwise, you heard nothing."

You let out a small laugh, trying to ignore the way your stomach flips at the idea of going to Huang's alone with him. This is just food. Just noodles. Just roommates grabbing a bite.

"Why not?.." you say, tossing the bottle toward him. He catches it in one hand, shakes two pills out, and dry swallows them. "...If you're paying." you add. Luigi huffs a laugh. "Wow. First, you steal my drugs, now my money?"

"Roommate tax." You tap the paintbrush against your palm. "Alright, turn."

He shifts carefully, and you notice how aware he is of his movements. Cassy told you about his back, and while he never complains much, you've caught him stretching, adjusting his posture, rolling his shoulders when he thinks no one's looking.

Your eyes flicker down his back as you dip the brush into the blue paint. His broad shoulders. The way his muscles shift under his skin. The sharp, clean lines of his shoulder blades.

This is fine. Totally normal. Just painting your roommate blue.

You start with broad strokes, trying to be quick but even.

"How the hell did you do this last year?"

"Badly."

You laugh. "Why do you even do this?"

"Sam and I started first year, a few frat guys joined in, and now it's tradition. Plus, we always get free drinks."

"Ah, so it's a scam."

He grins. "A hundred percent."

You keep painting, working your way down his spine. His skin is warm under the paintbrush, and you have to focus hard to keep your strokes even.

"You're really dedicated to school spirit for someone who called our mascot 'a corporate sellout' last week."

Luigi laughs. "I stand by that. He's got three sponsorships, that's insane."

You shake your head. "Alright, turn a little, I gotta get this side." You tap his ribs lightly, and he follows your instruction. The movement draws your eyes to his jaw—strong, slightly stubbled.

You swallow.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

"So," he says lightly, "what were you studying?"

"Just some readings. Hard to focus."

"Yeah?" He smirks. "Because I'm here, or because you're thinking about noodles?"

You press the brush into his shoulder a little harder.

"Ow." He winces dramatically. "Abuse."

You snort. "You're literally covered in paint and complaining about a brushstroke?"

"Look, I'm delicate."

"You're insufferable."

He laughs, and you try to ignore the way your stomach flips again. You sigh, pulling back. "This brush is too small."

Luigi smirks. "You calling me fat?"

Your eyes widen. "What? No, you're just—" You pause. "Big."

Luigi blinks. "What?"

"Like... broad."

His smirk deepens. "You think I'm broad?"

You roll your eyes. "Objectively."

He chuckles, stretching slightly. "Use your hands. Might be easier."

Your hands?

You stare at his back for a second like it's suddenly an entirely different thing.

This is fine. Totally normal. Just painting your friend blue. With your hands.

Right.

"Okay," you say, a little too quickly, setting the brush down. You press your palms into the cool paint, spreading it across his back in slow, deliberate strokes. The texture is strange—thick, slightly tacky as it glides over his skin—but what gets you more is the warmth beneath it. His muscles shift slightly under your touch, solid and strong, and you have to focus hard to keep your movements steady. You let your hands glide from his upper back to his lower, fingers spreading the paint in slow strokes.

Luigi exhales, deep and slow. "You're being so gentle." His voice is teasing, but there's something else underneath it—something softer.

"I don't want to hurt you," you murmur. "Your back—"

"You're not hurting me." A pause. Then, with a slight turn of his head, he grins. "It's actually really nice."

You swallow, pressing your fingers into the dips of his shoulder blades, blending the paint with smooth, even pressure. The moment stretches, quieter now, filled only by the soft sound of your hands working over his skin. His breathing is steady, slow, like he's letting himself relax into it.

You clear your throat, "Well, I'm almost done. Just gotta make sure it's even."

Luigi hums in response, tilting his head slightly like he's considering something. "You're really good at this."

You scoff. "What, painting?"

He smirks. "Ever considered a career in body painting?"

You roll your eyes. "Didn't you know? That's why I'm at Penn."

His chuckle is low and warm, and you can't help but smile as you take a step back, running your eyes over your work. The blue paint covers his back smoothly, deep and even, accentuating the defined lines of his shoulders and spine.

"What do you think?" you ask.

Luigi twists slightly to check his reflection in the nearby mirror. "Damn," he smirks, flexing his arms just a little. "I look clean."

You roll your eyes but laugh. "Alright, you need help with anything else?"

He catches your gaze in the mirror, his smirk softening just slightly. "Nah, you've done enough. Seriously—thanks."

You wave a hand dismissively, suddenly feeling warm. "Yeah, yeah. Go win the school spirit award and drink cheap beer, or whatever."

Luigi snorts, then—before you can react—reaches over and swipes a blue-painted finger across your cheek.

"Hey—!" You gasp, stepping back as he grins mischievously.

"Oops," he says, absolutely not sounding sorry.

You narrow your eyes, pointing a warning finger at him. "You're dead."

Luigi just winks, stepping carefully off his towel island. "Catch me after the rally, then."

And with that, he grabs his shoes, flashes you one last playful grin, and heads out the door—leaving you standing there, heart pounding, with a blue streak on your face and a whole lot of thoughts you probably shouldn't be having.

part 2?😇😇

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[tinyshyteacup]

TW: cussing

A:N: I do not understand this culture, heavy use of google, if anything is offensive or incorrect, please let me know so I can adjust -T.S.T.

Part 8

Spare Parts - Part 9

You frowned, crossing your arms as you leaned against Coco’s bike, watching him fish his pack of cigarettes from his kutte.

"I still don’t get why this is my business," you admitted, shifting uncomfortably.

Coco smirked, shaking a cigarette loose and tucking it between his lips.

He flicked his lighter open with one hand, the tiny flame casting a brief glow over his face before he exhaled a slow stream of smoke.

"‘Cause I’m makin’ it your business, muñeca," he said simply.

You narrowed your eyes.

"That’s not an answer."

Coco chuckled, tapping his cigarette against the edge of his boot.

"What, you don’t wanna help me pick out some fancy shit for Letty? Thought you liked that whole, y'know, housewife aesthetic."

You flushed.

"What the fuck makes you think I look like a damn—"

He grinned.

"Relax. Just need a second pair of eyes. Someone who don’t look at a place and go ‘hmm, think I could do a line off that counter?’"

You sighed, giving him a long, skeptical look.

"Why now, though?"

Coco hesitated, just for a second.

Most people wouldn’t have caught it.

But you did.

He rolled his shoulders, glancing off to the side.

"Just time, is all."

"But—" You hesitated. "What about… Celina?"

The words left your mouth before you could stop them, and the shift in Coco was immediate.

His smirk flattened. His body stiffened. His gaze darkened, a flicker of something dangerous behind his eyes before he smoothed it over.

"What about her?"

You shifted.

"I just… Letty never really says anything. And neither do you."

Coco’s jaw ticked.

"Ain’t much to say."

You frowned.

"Coco—"

"Drop it, muñeca."

His voice was sharp. Final.

Your stomach twisted, but you nodded.

"Alright, Alright" You say hands up in mock surrender

Coco exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face before shooting you a sidelong glance.

"You done pryin’ now? Can we go look at some goddamn houses?"

You shrugged.

"Yeah, alright."

He smirked, stepping back and motioning to his bike.

"Then hop on, muñeca. Let’s go house huntin’."

The first house was a disaster.

Coco walked in, took one look at the peeling wallpaper and the questionable stain on the carpet, and turned right back around.

"Ain’t no fuckin��� way."

You barely had time to stifle a laugh before you were following him back out the door.

"What was wrong with it?"

"What wasn’t?"

The second place was better—small, but clean. It had a fenced backyard, decent lighting, and an actual kitchen.

You leaned against the counter while Coco paced the living room, arms crossed.

"It’s nice," you offered.

Coco hummed.

"You think Letty’d like it?"

"It’s better than a trailer ... I have no idea what your kid would like though" you admitted.

Coco shot you a look, but there was no heat behind it.

"Shit, muñeca, a trailer ... you really out here tryna hurt my feelings?"

"Just being honest."

Coco let out a rough chuckle, shaking his head.

"Yeah, well. Honesty’s overrated."

He turned, looking toward the hallway.

You hesitated, studying him.

"Is it?"

Coco met your gaze, something unreadable flickering in his expression.

Then, after a beat, he scoffed.

"Fuck’s with all the deep shit today, muñeca? Damn."

You huffed, shaking your head.

"Forget it."

Coco smirked, stepping closer.

"Nah, c’mon. What else you got? You wanna psychoanalyze me? Maybe talk about my daddy issues? Shit, let’s make a day of it."

You sighed.

"You literally asked for my help"

Something in Coco’s expression softened—just for a second.

Then, just as quickly, he smirked.

"Damn, muñeca. If you wanted me to sweet talk you, you coulda just said so."

You groaned.

"You’re fucking impossible."

Coco chuckled, brushing past you toward the front door.

"C’mon. We got more places to see. Unless you picky cause you wanna move in with me?"

Your face went hot.

"Not fucking happening"

"What? I’d even let you pick the curtains, muñeca."

You rolled your eyes, but followed him.

The new place was already feeling lived in—boxes stacked in corners, half-built furniture scattered across the floor, and a steady stream of Mayans moving in and out with Coco barking out orders between drags of his cigarette.

"Oye, pendejo, that goes in the kitchen, not the bathroom! You tryna have me eat off a toilet?!"

Gilly flipped him off.

"Maybe you deserve it."

You hid a small smile, carefully setting down a box marked Letty’s Stuff near her bedroom door.

"You’re actually useful, muñeca," Coco commented, stepping past you with a TV under one arm.

"I try," you murmured.

The same couldn’t be said for the rest of the guys. Moving had quickly devolved into drinking, talking shit, and watching EZ struggle to put together a bookshelf.

"This is why we don’t let the prospect do shit"

"Shut up, Angel." EZ shot back.

Coco chuckled, shaking his head before glancing back at you.

"You alright, muñeca?"

You just gave him a nod before going back to stacking forks in a drawer.

A couple of hours later, most of the guys had cleared out, leaving just you, Coco, and Letty.

You were in the kitchen unpacking, smoothing out some of the dish towels when Letty appeared beside you, arms crossed.

"So, what’s the deal with you?"

You blinked.

"What?"

Letty tilted her head.

"You and Coco."

You tucked your hair behind a ear and shrugged.

"There is no me and Coco."

Letty snorted.

"Yeah, okay. You know he doesn’t let just anyone get this close, right?"

You glanced toward the living room, where Coco was putting together the last of the furniture, cigarette dangling from his lips, for a second you just watched.

Letty muttered something under her breath and walked off, leaving you gripping the dish towel a little too tightly.

By the time the last box had been unpacked, it was well past midnight.

Coco was sprawled on the couch, long legs stretched out, cigarette hanging lazily from his fingers.

"Damn, muñeca, you just gonna stay here forever?" he teased.

You rolled your eyes.

"Someone had to be helpful."

"Yeah, ‘cause the rest of those cabrones were useless."

You huffed a small laugh.

Coco exhaled smoke, watching you from under heavy lids.

"Seriously, though. You can crash here."

You hesitated.

"I should get back to my hotel."

"It’s late."

"I’ll be fine."

Coco leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.

"Didn’t say you wouldn’t be. Just said you should stay."

Your stomach flipped.

"Where would I sleep?"

Coco shrugged.

"My bed is your bed muñeca." He smirked

Your brows furrowed.

"You’re… okay with the couch ... cause its your first night here?"

Coco's smirk turned lazy.

"What, you think I was gonna offer to climb in with you ? Muñeca, I like you, but I ain’t stupid. You’d probably stab me."

You made a face.

"I wouldn’t—!"

He chuckled.

"Relax, I’m fuckin’ with you. Just—stay. Don’t gotta leave yet."

You bit your lip, glancing around.

The place was starting to feel like a home.

The couch wasn’t exactly comfortable.

You could see that plain as day in the way Coco rolled his shoulders as he dropped down onto it, exhaling a long, exaggerated sigh.

"Damn, muñeca, I really got you out here living like a queen while I take the peasant life, huh?"

You hesitated by the bedroom doorway, your fingers curling in the hem of your shirt.

"We can swap, I dont mind I can take the couch," you murmured.

Coco scoffed.

"Yeah, ‘cause I was gonna let you sleep out here. Ni en tus sueños, muñeca."

You hesitated.

The thought of sleeping in Coco’s bed—his space—felt strangely comforting this time around.

So you swallowed back the weird tightness in your chest, mumbled a small "Goodnight, Coco," and shut the door behind you.

[thetangibleghost]

I need to go. Store.

[satans-knitwear]

Behold! An enormous snugglebeast.

It has cookie flavoured lipbalm on its head now.

[grossillygirl]

I am doing laundry so late. Niw i stay up later. Now i cry and cry and cry. Cus i am so very sleepy ob yes i am infeed sleepy

[apocalypticdemon]

baked food for the first time in.... probably almost a year. In 2.5 hours I made cookies, brownies, and muffins for myself. forgot that I still am pretty fuckin good at this. That's a decent pace imo. It wasn't a race but like... damn, it felt good to know i still got it.

also finally cleaned out my fridge, took out my trash, organized my laundry, put away clean clothes, and tidied most of the walkways in my house, and took care of the old dishes. baking dishes still need to be dealt with, but everything else is done.

turns out that stupid shit like "cleaning your house," "not living in filth," and "making and eating food instead of drinking meal replacement shakes" makes you feel better. wack

[flourescencia]

people who enter their adult life and don't care or outright refuse to learn how to cook are incomprehensible individuals

[nooomagnus]

It’s DONE

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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[jeremiahthefroge]

Autistic/adhd people who have been working on unmasking when their disability disables them: dude what's going on, why can't I get anything done, why am I crying/crashing out all the time, why do I feel like I'm being torn limb from limb rn lol

[divin8ion]

i think ive done everything i can do for the apartment application right now!! and i set up a tour elsewhere for saturday in case this place falls through too

[deepfriedseagullfeet]

might go thrift shopping to buy a bunch of old t shirts so i can cut some vinyl and make shirts that say random shit. feeling better than i did last night. nothing matters and im going to die but i should make something even though everything i make is shit

[fuka-petals]

I hate fancy places I hate expensive places and I hate minimalistic places

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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[wetpussyju1ce]

Awkward Alpha könig x Omega fem reader (smaller than König)

+18. mdni

big awkward Alpha König with the prettiest Omega in town as his girlfriend. he didn't even ask her out. she's the one who decided he'd be the perfect boyfriend and told him he should take her out. and he was too stunned to say anything so he nodded and that's how it went down.

he's not sure how he ended up with her. everyone is convinced he somehow blackmailed or threatened her to date him. considering their worrying size difference. I mean, it's not that she's the size of a doll, she's of an okay height, it's him that's fucking massive for no apparent reason. how his mum even pushed him out is scary to think about sometimes. but his gf doesn't give a shit that he's giant looking. all she cares about is that he's happy with her and that she's happy with him.

he does anything and everything she tells him to. he cleans things, fixes things, cooks whatever she asks if he has time and energy. and it's not like she treats him as a servant. she's just so in tune with him that's she quickly realised that he really likes doing things for her. it makes him feel useful. and she also realised that he really likes it when she praises him for it. gives him rewards for doing what she asked. it may be taking him out on a date somewhere and wearing a dress she knows makes him feral. she bakes him sweet treats, packs him an extra special lunch when he goes to work, and does this thing where she dedicates a special day and special time when they're both free to dote and coddle on him. and he loves it.

she kisses him all over, runs him a bath, washes and brushes his hair, applies skincare on him while pretending she's running a spa resort, and honestly, König sometimes is convinced she likes this more than he does. treating him like a doll or a kitten. but he doesn't give a rat's ass because this shit feels good. really good.

König's a good listener as well, she found out, he remembers things very well and is detail oriented, he cares and keeps things in mind. he does things exactly as she wants, none of that weaponised incompetence shit in sight.

but the only time where he's allowed not to listen, to do whatever he pleases is when she gives him permission to go to town on her pussy. and he does. with everything he's got.

König is no longer her soft and gentle giant. instead he fucks her with his whole weight, makes her really feel their sheer size difference. he bites and squeezes and licks and sucks, leaving marks all over her soft skin. He enjoys making a mess out of her. Enjoys battering her pussy so much that when he's done, he likes to admire his hard work, how her cunt is all red and puffy, how slippery and shiny her lips are and how stretched out her hole is, and his favourite part is the mess of cum leaking out of her, that's smudged between her thighs as she shakes on the bed, worn out.

then he hovers his body overs hers, grips his massive cock and taps it on her pussy, slapping it and watching the cum web and connect the tip of his cock and her pussy. he hums and shoves his thumb in her hole, pulling to the side and she sobs. König blinks at the mess between her legs and decides he's not had enough, and shoves his already hard cock inside her, so slowly not because he needs to stretch her out, but just because he wants to make sure she feels it all. She moves her arms to push him away, cheeks wet with tears, "Kö-- Baby, please, stop--"

König leans down and smacks a wet kiss to her warm cheek, humming, "Stay still, Alpha's not done with you yet, it's the least you could do for me, hm?" He grabs her wrists in one hand and holds them down above her chest, easily pinning her as her pussy throbs around him, hot and slippery. "I do so much for my sweet Omega, I give you so much, so give me this, all I want is to stuff your pussy full of me, knot you up until you're begging me to use your ass just to give your pussy a break,"

König knows he's just dirty talking, he knows that probably won't happen, that they do have safe words set in place just in case things get too intense. But that doesn't mean he can't get creative with his dirty talk, not when she's hysterical under him, leaking like a faucet and crying and heaving under him, "König-- Alpha, please, come in my pussy-- please,"

König snarls and starts slamming his hips, his balls slapping her with each thrust, with one hand over her chest, pinning her in place and the other near her head, holding him up, he's driving in her pussy with the sole intent of filling her up, like they both want. and when she's riding up the bed by the force of his thrusts, he gets annoyed that she's getting further from him, so he drags her back by the waist and turns her around, flips her on her stomach and wraps an arm under her, pinning her against his front. He's practically holding her whole body up against him, driving her hips to meet his, she's not even doing anything but wailing and drooling as he uses her body like a fleshlight.

König loves his girl, his sweet Omega, he's so grateful that he gets to fuck her nasty like she was nothing but a tight hole to him, but also wake up to her next to him in bed, that she loves him for his kindness and sweetness, and not just because of the fact that she claimed his dick is the best thing she's ever experienced. even if it is true.

[saudadeko]

ADHD tips from a girlie who was diagnosed in her late twenties and has had little to no support since and is being so brave about it:

1) Make it easy, make it accessible, and make it appealing. If anything this is the most important thing, all tips going forward are based around this concept.

2) That thing you think would help you but you haven’t bought/done it yet because you’re technically surviving without it? Buy it, you need it. It doesn’t matter if people around you might think it’s wasteful or that you’re lazy, you’re not, just do it, trust me.

3) Expanding on tip #2, if you’re like me and eggs are your main source of protein because they’re quick and easy and feeding yourself is a near insurmountable task- buy yourself an electric egg cooker, make a bunch of hard boiled eggs and keep them in your fridge for quick and easy protein to add to any meal (handful of crackers, a hard boiled egg and a banana? 5 star meal right there. Or mash them up with some mayo for egg salad sandwiches). Other easy proteins include: potstickers (put them in instant ramen), edamame (they have microwaveable snack packs), chickpeas (put in salads!), beans (can of beans microwaved with shredded cheese and some tortilla chips), peanut butter (with crackers, apple and cheese, adult lunchable style), and tofu (cut into cubes, throw them into a ziplock with some seasoning and potato starch, shake that shit up and bake it until crispy).

4) Spend a little extra (if you are able) on daily use items that excite you, it will make you more likely to remember/want to do said daily task. For example: the only reason I remember to use sunscreen is because I bought some fancy japanese sunscreen that smells like roses so I get excited to use it, same for laundry detergent and body wash! there’s a gajillion different body wash scents out there, switch it up!

5) If there’s a task you continuously struggle with take a moment to think about which part of the task is making it difficult, it could be something even as small as “I don’t put my dirty clothes in the hamper because my hamper has a lid on it and lifting the lid is one step too many-”, sounds a little stupid huh? But trust your gut, it’s not stupid if it works. See tip #2 and BUY A HAMPER WITHOUT A LID.

6) If you are having trouble starting a task, break the task down further, sometimes the way I start a task is just by going ��Ok step 1) stand up-“ and so forth. Don’t worry about the task as a whole just take it one step at a time.

7) If you’re halfway through a task and have to stop, leave it out. All this, “Put things away when you’re done with them.” is bullshit. you will be much more likely to finish the task if restarting it is easier because you left it out plus it’s a visual reminder. You can also create faux deadlines like “I gotta finish this project before my friend comes over on tuesday because after I finish it I can clean off the dinner table.” etc.

8) It’s okay to outsource tasks and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, humans are designed to ask for, and to require help (what do babies do when they’re first born?? cry for help!!) ask for help and receive help without shame, if it makes your life better, you are WINNING.

9) If you have one big overwhelming task that you think you need to get done before anything else, but you feel motivated to do other tasks, do those other tasks first, it’s okay. Otherwise in all likelihood (at least in my case) you’ll put everything off until the last minute and then have to do said overwhelming task and those other tasks won’t get done at all. Doing those smaller tasks also lowers the mental load and you can use them as a motivation launch pad to tackle bigger things.

10) If you notice you tend to not put something away/forget to do something, perhaps consider moving and storing the item closer to where it ultimately ends up or where you are more likely to see it. For example, my makeup, pills, and mail are all stored on my desk because that’s where I tend to do my makeup, take my pills and deal with my mail. I used to store my pills in my bathroom medicine cabinet but all too often I would forget because they weren’t in my line of sight. Now that they’re on my desk, I have multiple chances per day to pass by them, go “oh I gotta take those.” and take them.

11) Open storage, open storage, OPEN STORAGE.

12) Motivation can look like all kinds of things. sometimes the only reason I get out of bed is because I remember I have a fun snack and I get to go eat it if I get up. It’s okay to lean into those simple “animal-brain” type motivators, you’ll eat because then you can use that fun new kitchen gadget you got a daiso? Neat. you’ll shower because then you can paint your nails that fun new color you got? Fantastic. You’ll go to the dmv and do that annoying thing because you’ll take yourself out for boba after? Superb. Lean-IN to those small motivators, they aren’t stupid or childish, they are VITAL.

13) Don’t buy into the cult of “if it’s worth doing, do it properly” it’s guaranteed to set you up for failure. If it’s worth doing, do it in whatever capacity you are able to. I put sunscreen on once a day because that’s fucking better than not doing it at all and I sure as all hell will fail at reapplying it multiple times a day. If it’s worth doing, do it half-assed babieeee.

Go forth and prosper!!! xoxo ✌️🩵