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Embracing Redemption: A Journey to Healing Regret and Embracing Your Past Mistakes Shaina Tranquilino February 27, 2024

Regret is a powerful and universal emotion that everyone experiences at some point in their lives. Whether it's a decision that led to unintended consequences or a choice that we wish we could take back, regret has a way of lingering in our minds, casting a shadow on our present and future. However, it's important to recognize that healing from regret is not only possible but also a crucial step toward personal growth and self-discovery. In this blog post, we will explore the process of healing regret and how to embrace your past mistakes as catalysts for positive change.

Acceptance: The first step towards healing regret is accepting the reality of your past mistakes. It's natural to feel a range of emotions – guilt, shame, disappointment – but dwelling on these feelings without acceptance can hinder your ability to move forward. Acknowledge your actions, take responsibility for them, and understand that mistakes are a part of the human experience.

Learn and Reflect: Mistakes, no matter how painful, are valuable lessons in disguise. Take the time to reflect on the circumstances that led to your decisions and understand the underlying motivations. What can you learn from the experience? How can you use this knowledge to make better choices in the future? Learning from your mistakes transforms regret into a tool for personal development.

Practice Self-Compassion: It's essential to be kind to yourself during the healing process. Understand that everyone makes mistakes, and self-compassion is crucial for personal growth. Avoid self-criticism and negative self-talk, as these only perpetuate feelings of regret. Treat yourself with the same empathy and understanding you would offer a friend facing a similar situation.

Seek Forgiveness: If your mistakes have affected others, seeking forgiveness can be a crucial step in the healing process. Apologize sincerely, express remorse, and be open to understanding the impact of your actions on those around you. While forgiveness may not be immediate or guaranteed, the act of seeking it demonstrates your commitment to growth and change.

Focus on the Present: While it's essential to learn from the past, dwelling on it excessively can hinder your ability to enjoy the present and plan for the future. Shift your focus to the present moment, appreciating the opportunities for positive change that exist every day. Set realistic goals, cultivate healthy habits, and surround yourself with supportive relationships.

Embrace Change: Regret can serve as a powerful catalyst for change. Use it as motivation to redefine your priorities, values, and goals. Embracing change requires a willingness to step outside your comfort zone, but it also opens the door to new possibilities and opportunities for personal and professional growth.

Healing regret and embracing your past mistakes is a transformative journey that requires self-reflection, acceptance, and a commitment to positive change. By learning from your mistakes, practicing self-compassion, seeking forgiveness, and focusing on the present, you can turn regret into a stepping stone toward a more fulfilling and purposeful life. Remember, your past does not define you, but your ability to grow from it shapes your future.

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💪 Bouncing Back 💪

Here are three tips to help you navigate setbacks and keep moving forward.

Embrace your mistakes as stepping stones to success.

Stay resilient, stay determined, and keep pushing forward! 🚀

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@runraerun made some wheels for @harringrovekinktober prompts (here in case anyone wants to play around and write something even after october) and my 3 prompts were rimming, ghost hunting, and bennys burgers which made me laugh so i decided to write something aaand here it is happy halloween 🖤

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"this is such a bad idea."

"quit your bitching."

billy's hunched over the padlock blocking entry into the now desolate diner, trying to pick his way in with a bobby pin he stole from max's side of the bathroom.

"it's weird, billy!" harrington's whining behind him. "a guy died here, have some fucking respect."

"aha!" billy shouts as he gets the lock open, pulls out the chains holding the door closed and kicks it open before turning around to face steve. "and that's why we're going to see if all the rumors are true. so stop being a pansy ass and come in. wanna see if there's still any brains left over."

the rumors, of course, are that the place has been haunted for the past 40 years ever since the Benny of Benny's Burgers was found by the counter with his head blown off. and billy, being billy, has been itching to get out here ever since steve made the mistake of mentioning this to him as part of the town lore when he was trying to impress the hot new guy a few weeks ago... (it worked, of course, because steve got himself a new semi-boyfriend out of it, it's just that said boyfriend is kind of a psycho maniac, turns out.)

"you're a sick weirdo freak," steve deadpans, slightly disgusted.

billy just grins at him, tongue between his teeth. "that's what makes the sex so good."

billy steps in without further notice, and there's a split second where steve thinks about ditching his ass and just going to tina's party or something. find himself a nice normal somebody to hook up with instead.

he follows billy inside.

the place smells like old grease and mothballs. can't see shit inside until billy clicks on a flashlight and they're treated to a view of fallen bits of ceiling, cobwebs, and old graffiti.

"cute," billy says as he walks up to a wall with a satanic goat head painted on.

"okay! we came, we saw, no ghosts, let's go." steve is not freaked out, he just doesn't want to stay in this place any longer than he has to. he also doesn't want to risk tetanus.

the front door slams shut then, and billy starts cackling like some evil witch when steve jumps from the noise, because it's loud, not because he's scared.

"god, you really are a pussy," billy's still laughing, and steve wants to deck him in the nose.

"ok, you know what? fuck you. i'm leaving."

steve's had enough. he's not putting up with this the rest of the night. he's got better places to be, better company to keep. except.

billy's grabbing him by the waist as he tries to make his exit. pulls him til his back is flush against billy's chest, and billy's got his arms wrapped around him tight, faces pressed cheek to cheek in an oddly intimate pose for someone like billy hargrove who, in steve's short time of knowing him, hasn't really done much of intimate at all.

"hey, hey, i'm sorry, alright? i'll protect you from the big bad monsters..."

steve rolls his eyes because of course billy can't help himself from being a prick about it, but like.

the embrace does feel nice. maybe steve's a sucker. but he's fine with that fact as billy's turning him in his arms and suddenly they're face to face.

"only monster i need protection from is you."

"aw, baby, now how can you say i'm the bad guy when i treat you so good..."

billy takes steve's chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding their mouths together at a tortuously slow pace that leaves steve's knees feeling like jello when their lips finally touch.

steve kind of forgets where they are after that. for as annoying as billy is, he's frustratingly a really fucking good kisser.

so steve lets himself get lost in it. has his hands fisted in the denim of billy's jacket and walks them back until billy hits the old diner counter with a grunt. makes billy kiss back harder, biting at steve's lips like he's some rabid animal. it's how it always goes with them.

"thought we were s'pposed to be ghost hunting?" steve asks between kisses. not that he really gives a shit. this is much better than disturbing restless spirits.

"got something else for you to hunt."

steve groans at the horrible joke, but then billy's whispering all husky against his mouth "want you to fuck me," and then steve's groaning for a whole different reason.

steve kind of wants to object, because this is not the place he wants to be doing this. but the thing is... billy hasn't actually let steve fuck him yet. all their hook ups have been the other way around and like, that's been all fine and great, but steve's kind of been itching to have his go at billy. and if this is his opportunity being handed to him on a silver platter, then, well...

"god, yes."

he's maybe a little more enthusiastic than necessary when he goes to undo billy's jeans. would be embarrassed about it under other circumstances, but he's a man possessed. maybe it's all the jitters from earlier. fuck if he knows.

but before he can pull billy's jeans down billy's stopping him with a hand to his chest, all calm and slow like the biggest cocktease in the world. for a second steve thinks he's been played, that billy's gonna start laughing in his face and tell him as if. but he doesn't.

"first thing's first, cowboy."

he tugs on steve's shirt, forcing him down to his knees as billy turns around, back to him. ass to him, really, once steve's in the desired position. and it takes steve a second to process it, what billy's wanting. but then billy's bending forward and planting his forearms onto an old vinyl cushion of the counter stools, and he's giving his ass a little wiggle right in steve's face and... yeah, okay. he gets the message. fuck.

he's done this before, just not with billy.

well, not to billy. billy's usually the one doing it to him, and he's fucking good at that, too. so. no pressure or anything.

"c'mon, harrington, i wanna wake the dead."

"ew, don't talk about that right now."

billy laughs while steve shakes off his disgust. refocuses on billy's ass in front of him and how he needs to remove the current barriers between them.

billy's ass is kind of glorious up close. not that steve would tell billy that, like the guy needs an ego boost. but seeing it stripped bare right in front of him he can better admire how taut it is, how golden it is, somehow, just like the rest of billy (an imagine springs to mind of billy sunbathing naked and it's got steve all kinds of things.)

there's a light dusting of hair that steve can see and feel as his hands make slow, methodical work of massaging him, getting him nice and relaxed before steve spreads him open and goes to work.

the tiny gasp billy let's out does wonders for steve's own ego. spurred on by all of billy's pleased noises he really sinks his teeth in - so to speak.

"fuck, harrington," billy breathes. "and everyone says i've got the wicked tongue..." he's cut off by a moan, and steve can't help but smirk to himself.

"they don't call me king for nothing," steve quips before going back in and fucking his tongue into billy's hole, relishing in the whimpers billy's letting out.

if only everyone at school could see big bad billy hargrove now, reduced to a whimpering mess all because of steve harrington. it sends a little jolt straight to his dick, he can't lie.

"wanna fuck you so bad..." steve breathes, brain going foggy as he bites into the meat of billy's ass.

"no one's stopping you." billy's trying to sound like his usually cocksure self, but the effect is hindered somewhat by the desperate rasp of his voice.

steve's all set to get on with it, getting ready to pull himself up to his feet when there's a loud crash coming from the kitchen.

"the hell was that?" he asks.

billy looks up, almost like he, too, was spooked, but of course he won't just say that.

"probably just an animal or something. get back to fucking me."

"i haven't started," steve mutters, back on his feet.

he's halfway to zipping down his fly when there's another crash, except this time it's from a rock, he assumes, hurling right past them til is cracks on the wall behind them.

"that's not a fucking animal, billy!" and, okay, maybe steve's kind of losing himself a little here, but, like, can he be blamed?

even billy's shot up, staring into the kitchen with wide eyes. "it's gotta be the wind or something... it's fine."

billy tries to tug steve closer to him to get on with the show, but it's in that moment a piece of the ceiling comes hailing down next to them, and steve's had enough.

"nope! no way! im out of here!"

even billy seems to have finally gotten his sense and is pulling his pants up, running out of the place right behind steve.

"homophobic ass ghost," he's mumbling to himself as they reach the door, and another rock flies by and cracks the glass.

"don't antagonize it, billy!" steve grabs billys arm and hauls him outside. "sorry mr. benny, sir! won't happen again!"

billy flips the diner the bird as they're running away, and steve will swear on his life he actually heard the bellowing sound of a man's voice yelling at them. nothing distinct, just... unsettling howling of sorts.

steve doesn't want to think about it.

only when the diner is out of view do they finally stop running.

steve's heart feels like it's about to leap out of his chest as he glares at billy. his lungs are gonna explode. "next time you want someone to fuck you, try taking them somewhere normal like a motel 6. asshole."

billy, despite his own look of fear, starts laughing. "you gotta admit this makes for a better story, though."

steve just shakes his head, still trying to catch his breath. "asshole."

[theanonymousmystery]

Random doodling of concepts for alternate Hornet and Quirrel designs…

Yes I like drape-y fabrics, lol

[emeraldspiral]

Girls don’t want to see another attempt at rebuilding the Jedi Order. Girls want Ben Solo back.

[sunnimint]

When your robot boyfriend takes you home because you’re wasted af, vomited three times, and nearly threw hands with a cactus.

[jawd]

TRYINGGG to paint the colors/shadows kinda instead of just doing minimal cell shading with them. also trying to be more loose with my art. its easier to go along with my stiffness/dexterity problems if i dont obsess over making the lines perfect and clean, esp when u cant even tell the difference. plus my arts gotten soo sterile and boring in the past couple years so this is honestly good for me. anyway fullbody max

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I know I promised myself I would never draw Eddie's battle mech, but this morning I decided to challenge myself and only use a ball point pen :,D

It actually turned out better than I thought lol

Eddie is loving it in his happy murder machine for his enrichment

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SATAN⸺NOEL

Happy holidays. What do you think? I'm Santa. Ho ho hooo.

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— Satan’s outfits || Noel outfits || masterlist —

[wizardsymmetry]

what if this but cletho ....

[fluffsnake]

Supernatural Alphabet Project

Helloo, SPN family!

I have a little teeny weeny request for y'all. You see, I'm planning on making a booklet with SPN-related illustrations for each letter of the alphabet, and I need your help!

I figure, the only way for this to reach its true potential is by enlisting your help to gather the funniest, coolest ideas we can all possibly come up with. So lend me your big brains and help a fluff out by completing this form, will ya? :D

you'll find more details on what I need from you in the form, and I figured I'd share the responses sheet (dw, it's all anonymous!) with you for shits 'n giggles, link below the cut 👇

P.S. You can totally edit your response later on, there's no rush to complete this so take your time & go nuts!

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Oh hey I'm legitimately about to start crying over a middle-grade book. Ok.

[sparrownnax]

anyways here's the Trouts made in this picrew excluding the 2 because honestly in my head they look like the kids from that one episode of DHMIS.

Trudy during her racecar era and after bitchass got to her. i'm sorry i just don't see ginger Trudy no matter how hard i try. the scar is from when she crashed a car (not her sisters) (probably from racing)

bitchass himself. those r suppose to b work goggles and a lab coat. fucker.

Timmy! the beloved .5! rotating him in my fuckifn brain so hard. putting him in my pocket where he can hang out with Hero who also is in my pocket.

i don't know anything about 1940s-50s hair or fashion. if any of this is inaccurate feel free to correct me because it's honestly fascinating. however this is a world where moth jesus is a thing that's been almost entirely irrelevant so historical accuracy can suck my dick.

Tina and Little Tuck

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Wenclair’s peak dynamic is that Enid would die fer Wednesday, Wednesday would live fer Enid, and they would kill fer each other.