#my phone's battery is low so I'm going answer the other ask later

[verucaseether1999]

He there 😊🖤 for the ask game: 4, 5, 20 and 27?

Thank you so much for asking! (I rarely get asks 😂). This is gonna be long because I love talking about my country, Brazil! 🇧🇷

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

My favorite Brazilian dish is a street food called Pastel. It's a fried pastry filled with cheese, chicken meat (or any meat), ham, actually there are various fillings (long list). It isn't healthy but Pastel is my comfort food and I use to cope with bad feelings 🥺, if I had a bad I just eat pastel to feel better 🤣. My favorite are cheese, and ham with cheese. I have pics, here. Cheese with ham:

5. favourite song in your native language?

You I'm not the biggest fan of my country's music but there are 3 I really like, my favorites: Velha Infância by Tribalistas, Mina do Condomínio by Seu Jorge, and Paraíso proibido by Strike. The first is a love song, it's one of the sweetest songs I know, the lyrics, melody and instrumental, everything about this song is beautiful ✨.

Mina do Condomínio is samba, when I listen to this one I feel like "Damn! I feel so brazilian right now! 😎🇧🇷" because the sonority of this song screams Brazil! In the lyrics Seu Jorge sings about a girl he's into and how she is always ignoring him (poor guy). But still it isn't a sad song, it's actually pretty fun!

The last is one of my favorites from brazilian 2000s rock

(sorry about putting 3 songs, I couldn't choose one)

20. which sport is The Sport in your country?

Soccer!! No doubt, Brazil is even referred as "the country of soccer" because it is part of the country's national identity so here it's more than a sport, it's culture. Soccer isn't my favorite sport (I prefer Volleyball), I only care about it when it's World Cup. Brazil has won it 5 times so we always get excited expecting for the 6th. World Cup in Brazil is too cool because it lights up a spirit of joy, no matter if you're a fan of soccer or not, everybody feels it. There are people in the colors of our flag 🇧🇷, the green and yellow decorations in a lot of places, it's really cool.

It seems brazilians kinda of lost their hopes after that match in 2014 against Germany, that 7x1. But it happened almost 10 years ago! I remember it was frustrating at first but then I was just laughing at the whole situation with my stepdad's family 😂, didn't take it seriously.

In the last world cup I was reeeeaaally expecting a match with Argentine, our old rival on soccer. This almost happened but Brazil lost to Croatia when the match was about to end (like 4 minutes 💀)

(even this brazilian dog got that world cup spirit lol 🤣🤣🤣)

27. favourite national celebrity?

I had never stopped to think about it 🤔, but the first person that came to mind was Karen Jonz. She is a skateboarder and narrated the 2021 Olympics in women's skateboarding. I find her pretty funny, cool, stylish and young at heart. I like seeing her stories on Instagram, I never get bored watching her talk about random things. I also like how she is not a regular mom, she is a cool mom 😎 (got the Mean girls reference? 😂). Karen is married to a frontman of a rock band called, they're a really cute couple. She's been making her own music but I haven't heard to her songs properly yet.

(In the first pic she's holding my beloved pastel ❤️)

Thank you again for asking! I had fun answering ✨

[casspurrjoybell-25]

ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS - Chapter 6

*Warning Adult Content*

- Jayce -

He lay on the bed, staring out the cabin window at the furiously falling snow.

Dylan hadn't been lying about the storm.

It had been going on for hours, and Jayce had spent the entire time napping or watching Dylan putter about the cabin, checking supplies and tidying up the small space.

He wished he could use his phone but the battery had died days ago.

"What do you do all day?" he asked, finally breaking the silence.

Dylan continued what he was doing without looking over at Jayce.

"Hike. Hunt. Do my job."

"What's your job?"

"I work for the Forest Service."

He rolled over.

"Really?"

If that was true, it would make him feel better about being here with Dylan.

"Yes."

"What do you do?"

"Collect samples and report back on conditions."

He sat up.

He wanted to know more about Dylan's life, especially how he got the scar on his face, but he didn't want to pry too much.

"How do you do that if you're all the way up here?"

"I hike back out with samples every once in a while and I've got a radio to keep in touch."

"What do you hunt?"

Dylan finally turned around, glowering.

"How many questions are you going to ask?"

He knew his tone was defensive but he couldn't help it.

"I want to know who I'm living with. And it's not like I have anything else to do."

Silence stretched for over a minute but Dylan finally answered.

"I hunt grouse if I'm running low on food. They're ground-dwelling birds, sort of similar to a chicken."

Jayce frowned.

"Are you going to run out of food now that I'm here?"

"No."

Sighing, Jayce lay back on the bed.

It was impossible trying to get more words out of Dylan.

The guy only seemed to say a lot when he was scolding Jayce or explaining something about hiking or the weather.

With that charming personality of his, it was no wonder that Dylan was out here alone.

After a couple more hours of boredom, all he wanted was a hot shower.

He'd brought a toothbrush and deodorant with him but had planned on toughing it out without a shower until he was done with his backpacking trip.

Being sweaty and dirty when he was hiking every day didn't bother him but now that he was sitting around inside, he felt gross.

"Dylan?"

Dylan grunted in reply.

"How do you stay clean out here? You don't have a shower but you don't smell bad."

Dylan turned and stared at him.

"I'm starting to smell bad and I don't want you to experience that."

He saw one corner of Dylan's mouth lift, so faint he almost didn't see it.

Dylan leaned to the other side of the stove and grabbed a large metal bucket.

"I fill this with water or snow, heat it and then go outside and wash."

"But it's cold outside."

"This isn't a five star hotel."

Jayce sighed and stepped forward to take the bucket.

He put his boots on and headed outside.

The snow had finally stopped falling but there was plenty on the ground.

When he brought the snow-filled bucket back inside to heat over the stove, Dylan had a small bar of soap and a towel laid out on the bed.

He didn't understand how the man could be so hospitable in some ways but not at all in others.

Twenty minutes later, he headed outside with the bucket and soap, wearing only his boots and the towel wrapped around his waist.

The air was bitterly cold.

He hadn't paid much attention to the depth of the snow on the ground when he was filling up the bucket but now that he didn't have pants covering the tops of his boots, the snow tumbled into the opening.

Bracing for the cold, he removed the towel and put it on the short railing on the cabin's small front porch.

He tried to hurry as he splashed water on himself and lathered up with the soap.

He was already starting to shiver.

When he finished up and stepped back inside, he was grateful for the heat in the cabin.

As soon as his boots were off, he went straight to the fire and stood in front of it, rubbing his arms in an attempt to warm up.

The heated water had definitely helped but it wasn't enough to overcome the mountain air.

"Why do you live like this?" he asked. "You could have a nice warm shower, indoors but instead you're roughing it out in the mountains."

Dylan glanced over at him.

"It's not that bad."

He shivered.

"Can you warm me with your body heat again?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow, not blinking.

Guess that was a no.

Jayce went over to his backpack and began pulling out the clothes inside it.

When he set out on his adventure, he'd been wearing one pair of pants and a shirt, with only a spare of each in his backpack.

Fortunately, he hadn't switched to his second set of clothes, so they were still clean.

He imagined Dylan would draw the line at lending him clothes, not that they'd fit him anyway.

He heard a noise and turned around but Dylan was gone.

Alarmed, he scrambled up and over to the window, only to see Dylan walking off into the woods.

Why had he left without saying anything?

- Dylan -

He needed some fresh air and quiet.

After being alone all his life, being in close quarters with someone all day was a big change for him.

He didn't exactly know how to handle having another person in his space, especially a half naked guy.

Part of him felt this could be an opportunity to make a friend but he quickly shut that idea down.

Jayce was only around because he had no choice, and he probably wasn't interested in a friendship.

Besides, it wouldn't do Dylan any good to finally connect with someone who was going to leave in a matter of days.

He ran his fingers through the snow weighing down a nearby tree branch.

Free from the snow, the branch snapped back into place.

He closed his eyes and he couldn't help but wish he were better with people.

He wanted friends and he yearned for someone to love him but he'd built up a hard exterior in response to the rejection he'd faced.

His own parents hadn't loved him, so how could anyone else?

When he made it back to the cabin, Jayce was curled up on the bed, fully dressed.

His eyes flashed to Dylan and then away and he began fidgeting.

Dylan frowned.

Something seemed wrong.

Jayce finally looked at him again.

"Um, Dylan? Did I offend you with my comment?"

His eyebrows drew together in confusion.

"What comment?"

"You know, about having you warm me with your body heat again. I thought about it and I realized it could have come across as me coming onto you and that's definitely not what I was doing. It was just a joke but since I'm gay, maybe it seemed like not a joke and..."

"I knew it was a joke."

He also knew that Jayce would ramble on forever if he didn't stop him.

"Oh. Well, you left suddenly without saying anything. I thought I'd pissed you off."

"No. I needed some fresh air. I took a walk."

"Can you tell me where you're going next time?"

He knew he was glaring.

"Why? You're not my keeper."

"Because I'm afraid you'll leave me here. If you walk off and don't come back, I'll die. I don't know how to survive out here."

"You won't die," he muttered.

Now he felt bad.

He hadn't meant to make Jayce worry, either that Jayce had offended him or that he was going to abandon Jayce.

This was also the first time someone had cared how he felt.

No one had ever worried about offending him or upsetting him before.

People stared at him, their faces twisting in fear or suspicion, never thinking about how that might look to him.

Never thinking about how it felt to be disregarded by society.

Could he trust Jayce?

Should he let his guard down around him?

No, it was better to leave his walls up.

Better to stay guarded.

He didn't really know Jayce and this was just temporary.

No good would come out of opening himself up to the possibility of being rejected and hurt again, especially when he'd be stuck with Jayce.

He turned toward Jayce.

"If it'll make you feel better, I'll radio it in to the Forest Service that you're here."

"You can do that?"

"Yes. It's how I keep in touch about weather and the road closure."

"Road closure?"

"Highway 20 closes during the winter. Usually in late November or early December."

Jayce's brows drew together.

"Does someone pick you up once you hike out?"

"No. I've got a truck parked at a campground off the highway."

He didn't usually share this much information but it seemed like it was making Jayce feel better to know these things.

He got his radio down from the top shelf in one of the cabinets and turned it on.

It only took a couple minutes after he called out for the radio to crackle to life with a response.

"Jim here. What's up, Dylan?"

"Hey Jim. I've got a guy up here. Backpacker who wandered off trail and got lost."

"You need assistance?"

"No, he's fine. I'll bring him down when the weather clears. Just wanted someone to know he's up here."

"I'll make a note of it. Stay safe up there."

"Will do."

He turned the radio back off and faced Jayce.

"Happy?"

Jayce smiled at him.

"Yes, thanks."

That night, as he got in bed and faced the wall, he hoped he'd be able to fall asleep quickly.

He heard Jayce rustling around in his pack for something, and then felt a tug on the blanket.

"Is this still okay?" Jayce asked.

"Yeah."

Jayce slid into the bed and like the night before, he scooted backwards until his back was pressed against Dylan's.

"Goodnight," Jayce murmured.

He grunted in reply.

This was still such an odd situation for him.

For a while, Jayce's presence kept him awake but he began to like the feel of Jayce's back against his.

It was nice to be close to someone like this.

Maybe it wasn't so bad after all to have another person around.

[cubeswhump]

Will Not be a Victim for my character, Blondie.

The neglected Blondie. I need to get back to my Powers Verse too. And the immortal bitches. I have a Sweetie and Michelle story drafted though.

Warnings for mentions of violence, referenced torture, bit of ableism. Pretty tame compared to what I usually write.

The phone rang from her nightstand, and again, and again. Then it started pinging with texts: Terry-Ellen has spoken to me but my own daughter won’t answer her phone.

I’ll be arriving at your house at 6PM.

Blondiw growled and dialled the number. The phone rang only twice before the deep voice came on the other line: “Oh, so you’ve decided to stop ignoring me?”

“Fucking hell, Dad. I’m twenty-three,” Blondie reminded him. “Chill.’

"Language, Melinda,” he scolded lightly. “I don’t care of you’re eighty-three. You’re still my daughter and we just got you back. I need to be sure that you’re okay.”

"I'm fine, Dad."

"Are you really?"

Blondie pinched the bridge of her nose. Don't call him a nosy twat, don't call your dad a nosy twat. She breathed out. "You hired a fucking bodyguard for me. "That's humiliating enough, and now you're prying into my life like I'm a child."

"Language. Good lord, you take after your mother," he sighed. "Who are you embarrassed in front of? You haven't left your house in more than two weeks." His voice was so even and annoyingly calm. Blondie swallowed back the snarl crawling up her throat. "Is it really prying to be concerned about my daughter? I just want to know that you're okay. I haven't seen you since-"

"Okay, okay, I'll stop by tomorrow. No need to stop by." She knew her father would have some words if she saw the state her house was in. Tej wasn't hired to clean after the slob, and no one had patched up the hole Blondie punched in the living room.

"Are you sure? If I come over you can stay home and rest," he offered.

"You just got on my ass for staying in my house!"

"You know that is not what happened, Melinda."

"I'll be there at eleven in the morning, okay?"

"I'll expect you by twelve."

Blondie huffed and hung up as he chuckled.

***

Tej was prodding her. "Get up. We've gotta go soon."

Blondie lifted her head abd ahot rhe other wonan a glare. "There's no we. You're staying home."

"You know that's not how it works," she said, unfazed. "I'll make you coffee."

"Don't." Blondie pyr one foot on the floor and grabbed one crutch. The other must have fallen over at some point in the night, and Blondie whacked Tej with the crutch in her hand when the thin woman tried to help her retrieve the fallen one. "Scram, bitch."

"Very nice, " Tej said sarcastically, handing her the crutch anyway. She caught the crutch Blondie swung at her. "Have you ever considered treating the help like people?"

"Go on, call me a bitch. There's nothing in your contract that says you can't insult me, yeah?"

"I'll leave you to get dreased," Tej said dryly. "Your hair looks nice. Did you wash it?"

She shut the door behind her just in time for the television remote to crash into the wood.

Blondie had only worn bath robes and undergarments for the last few weeks and she hadn't gotten to modifying any pants to her new body. Skirts? No, fighting in a skirt wasn't a great idea - if she needed to fight. Fights were always possible.

Shorts. A pair of shorts, one sock, one combat boot. The left bood sat all alone and sad. She kicked it over. Hair in a bun.

"Your coffee, Blondie." Tej shoved the steaming mug right in her face while Blondie was trying to sneak out the front door.

"I told you not to make me coffee," Blondie grumbled.

"Coconut creamer and one Sweet-N-Low," Tej tempted her, voice sing-song.

"I'm getting coffee on the way to my dad's, shithead." And she was out tje door, slamming it behind her - or trying to. Tej caught it just before it closed and slipped out after her.

"Want me to drive? You can relax," Tej offered, reaching for the keyring in Blondie's hand. Blondie jerked it away.

"I'll relax when you're dead. It's my fucking car."

"Cool, cool."

Tej was in the passenger's seat before Blondie had even opened her door so she couldn't even lock her out. Tej smiled at her knowingly. Blondie gripped the steering wheel sp hard her fingers turned white.

Tej tried to make conversation throughout the drive and Blondie turned the volume up a few notches every time she opened her mouth. After a million years, she pulled up in front of the coffee shop.

"I'll get you an iced mocha cappuccino," Blondie said as she got out of the car. Tej was stepping out too.

"Nah, I wanna look at the menu," she replied. Blondie squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth, reciting the "calming phrases" from her counseling sessions as a teenager.

When was this place ever this busy? Blondie sighed as she joined the line, Tej at her side. "You know, you're paying for your own shit."

"That's fair," Tej shrugged. "Your daddy pays me weekly."

Blondie sneered at her.

The line inched forward. A woman and her child joined. Seriously, did the entire fucking town want coffee right now?

"Wow..." the woman said, her voice hushed. "What happened?"

Blondie didn't realize the woman was talking to her until she felt a tap on her shoulder.she turned around, finding the woman's wide eyes on her still-bandaged stump. The little girl stared too, reaching for Blondie's crutch. Blondie jerked it away from her sticky hand and scowled, but neither noticed.

"What happened?" the woman asled again. "Why don't you get a prosthetic leg?"

"I pesteres someone with intrusive questions and she pulled out a machete," Blondie snapped. The woman recoiled.

"Ma'am, you're being very insensitive, and you should teach your child not to touch anyone's mobility aids." Tej launched right into a lecture. "Please treat my friend as you would treat-"

Blondie's temper boiled over. She raised one crutch and bashed it into the woman's knee. Tej's hand clamped over her own mouth as the woman fell over with a screech, dragging her daughter down with her.

"Oops. My bad." Blondie turned her back on the pair.

"Did you see that?" the woman cried as she got back to her feet. The cashier looked over from the customer he was dealing with, frowning.

"I'll be out fast," Blondie promised the cashier. "No trouble."

They walked out with their coffees and gluten-filled breakfast, Blondie's coffee spouting steam that smelled of coconut... Something she could have gotten at home. Tej predictably got a mocha cappuccino.

"I mean," Tej finally said during their resumed drive, mouth full of bagel, "not that I blame you much, but public battery isn't a food luck."

Blondie turned the radio up higher.

The guard let them into the gated, cookie cutter community. Towering houses were identical, painted a cream not a shade lighter or darker than the house nextdoor. Perfect gardens, no blade of grass even a centimeter overgrown. One house had flowers a different shade of pink than the rest. Blondie might have struggled to differentiate the houses if Chase weren't waving frantically at the end of one driveway.

"Melinda, love, how are you?" The large man was coming at her with open arms as she stepped out of the car. She was too slow thinking of an excuse to get out of hugging her stepdad, and he squeezed her tight.

"Peachy," she told him.

He hugged Tej too before letting both women into the house. He was talking a mile a minute and Blondie let Tej handle the conversation.

"I see you brought beverages. No tea then?" he asked. Blondie shook her head. "Oliver's in his study."

"Tell him hi for me," Tej chirped, and Blondie decided she would not do that. She hurried away when the other two started discussing how much they lift at the gym.

115 pounds? Unimpressive, Tej.

She didn't bother knocking on the mahogany door, throwing it right open. "Yo."

Oliver swiveled around in his chair like a James Bond villain. He even looked the part with his coiffed grey hair and serious expression. "Good morning, Melinda. You were almost on time. Have a seat."

"Nice to see you too," Blondie said sarcastically, falling back ontp the plump sofa.

"Oh, no, you're covered in crumbs! Why didn't you brush yourself off outside?"

"Just vacuum later. I had a muffin."

Oliver sighed, turning back to his laptop. "Depending on your recovery time, we'll get you fitted for prosthesis." He flicked through images. Some were very realistic and even matching her skin color, others clunky and robotic, some abstract and hardly resembling a limb. "We should find a design that fits your activity level, preferably a more realistic one. No one has to know. At that point we'll get you to that physical therapist I've been talking to, and-"

"Whoa, hold on a minure. Don't I get a say?" Blondie snapped. "And who said I want a realiatic one? Maybe I don't want to pretend I'm fucking normal."

"Whatever you want, darling. But I'm not going to let you hold yourself back."

"You tell me to take it easy abd slow down and then you get on my ass for being behind the curve. The fuck is that?"

Oliver sighed. He turned back tp his daughter, choosing his next words carefully. "I know how much you enjoy your hobbies. I think it'll be better for your mental health if you get back into dance and martial arts soon."

Back into dance. She was already the largest girl in the studio, dwarfing the tiny instructor even when she was twelve. Skilled as she was, she never had a ballerina's body and her instructor's main complaints were her thundering footsteps and "unladylike gait". Well, at least pointe shoes wouldn't hurt a prosthetic leg.

"It's my body and my life," Blondie reminded him.

"And it's my money that pqid your medical bills," he shot back. She rolled her eyes. "Melinda, you know I just want what's best for you. I want to help you. I need to help you."

"Help yourself first," Blondie snarled. "How's your boytoy?"

"I've been married to Chase since you were eight. Stop calling him my boytoy," Oliver sighed. Any other time, Blondie might have laughed at how annoyed her dad got when she mocked his husband. "And fifteen years isn't such a significant age difference when you're out of your twenties."

"He's a gold-digger."

"He's well worth what he costs, and he loves you like his own daughter. Come on, stop changing the subject. You mean so much to me. You were the victim of such a-"

"I'm not a victim," she hissed, leaning forward in her seat. Her eyes narrowed. "If anyone's a victim, it's that bitch Camilla. You know, queen of the cabbage patch."

Oliver's eyebrows knit together. "Cabbage patch?"

"Because she's a vegetable," Blondie said, and her father sighed heavily.

"I'm not denying that she's a bad person, but you don't need to be discriminatory. Other, much nicer people live with brain damage."

"Dad, shut the fuck up and listen to me," Blondie demanded. "I fought my way out. I'm not a victim!"

"Yes, yes, you're a survivor," he said in a voice like he was placating a toddler.

"No, I'm Melinda fucking Van Doren."

He lifted his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Before anything, you're my daughter and I want what's best for you."

"I actually know what's best for me because I am me."

"I'm your father. I know you pretty damn well."

"Yeah, okay. I'll keep in tough." Blondie started to stand, but Oliver held a hand up.

"Stay for lunch. Samantha made two extra plates."

It still weirded her out that her father had a cook. Her mother missed having servants after the divorce, but Blondie tried her best to keep her home free of employees. And she got stuck with Tej, the most intrusive Van Doren employee.

Chase brought two plates of chicken parmesan to the damn study.

"Workaholic," he said and rolled his eyes, kissing Oliver on the cheek. Blondie rolled her eyes. "Well, I've been having a lovely chat with Miss Tej while you two have been bonding."

Bonding. Sure.

Blondie stabbed into her chicken. She imagined it was the Queen - no, Camilla - that she was stabbing over and over, making sure she never recovered. Because she wasn't the Queen's victim.

She was Melinda "Blondie" Van Doren. She was a fucking hero and people would know that soon.

[chukwudobelum]

5TH INSPIRATIONAL ARTICLE

THEME: THE POSITIVITY I TRAINED

For me, the definition of positivity is hardwork into action to defeat laziness, For laziness takes the place of negativity. Your success is in your hands, achieving success is your capability to do more work. Remember the theme our 3rd Inspirational article"My Dream My Aim". It is your aim to make plans for success, the positivity to train can be reading habits, the positivity to train can be waking up early in the morning, the positivity to train can be your good manners etc.

I can remember a comrade of mine telling me that ' hey! Mike the gym is good to you ', for me that sounds nice, it pleased me hearing that from someone who I thought would have given me a bad comment on the new development of my body. Relating this to the positivity I trained, you will see that it took me my time, effort, days, months, to get a good look of my body shape. It is good when people see the positivity you trained as success in your life, career, and in academic life. Success doesn't come from above, a price was paid to see it manifesting in your life, do not be discouraged when, friends, family, neighbors look at you doing something difficult that will give you joy, and fame you tomorrow and tell you it will be very bad after doing this things, and later on your story becomes something else bad. Always guide your thoughts with this ' it must end in praise '. The people we see in our individual viewpoints today as successful figures trained their good names either in hardwork or in hardwork, that is just the common truth.

Train something positive, and be happy, I will say in my quote " kill the laziness in your young age, and be happy in your old age ", working hard when you are fit, healthy for the work, also my spiritual father will say " whatever you eat in your young age will determine how healthy you will be in your old age ". In training something positive there are so many ups and downs one must surely face, or pass through to get to the success top, or height of the positivity.

When you train, and get good positivity, negativity becomes an alternative in your life, career, and even in achieving your good dream, for positivity with take the place of negativity, and all other enemy that would have taken you down the drain.

Training something good is never easy, be it habit, good manners, moral, or even good timing.

Yes the year (2019) is gradually coming to an end, there will also be so many departments on success, and failure.

- Department of those who will thank God (The creator) for the gift of life.

- Department of those who will thank God for success in career.

- Department of those who will be grateful to God for success in business.

- Department of those who will be grateful to God for fame, and not shame they achieved.

- Department of those who will be grateful to God for success in academics.

- Departments of those who will be grateful to God for married life.

- Department of those who will be grateful to God for they never go bankrupt.

- Department of those who will be grateful to God for promotions, and awards of merit they received.

- Department of those who will be in deep regret for not achieving a dime.

- Department of those who will curse their fate.

- Department of those who will blame other people for not helping them to achieve success.

- Department of those who will be ashamed of themselves for being lazy.

- Department of those who will be in regret of following the wrong way to achieve success.

- Department of those who will blame themselves for training negativity, using it as a corner Stone instead of positivity. And many more.

Ask yourself this question ' if appeared in this Inspirational article several departments of both success, and failure where did I fall in? '. Had it been you trained something positive, you should have been smiling for you have fought a wonderful fight, and you give it a win jollification, for success is happiness.

It is never too late until you give up, the year is coming to and end, but never the end, another year (2020) is also close to start, or begin it's semester, it depends on how you prepare yourself now, your business, career, academic life etc, that will grantee you the level of success you want or need. Say No to laziness ( negativity ), and say yes to hardwork ( positivity ) for hardwork is success.

A common question people ask often is how those who make it to the top attain their success, remember in achieving anything good, or bad a price must be paid, one of the many answers to the this question could be hidden in what they adopt as their daily rituals.

WHAT ARE RITUALS?

Any practice or pattern of behaviour regularly performed in a set of manner.

Rituals help to develop healthy habits as well as the discipline you need to succeed (positivity).

Introducing new rituals into your daily life can seem intimidating at first, but it is something that you can achieve. It starts with deciding what daily ritual or rituals you want to adopt, committing to them to at least thirty days (30 days), and then tweaking them if necessary. The process won't, and can never always be an easy or consistent one, but with the potential benefits that come with it are innumerable, I ( Chukwudobelum), I'm a witness.

SOME RITUALS ONE CAN TRAIN TO BE SUCCESSFUL

WAKE UP EARLY

Waking up early can be challenging especially if you don't see yourself as a morning person. However, waking up early before the sunrises could give you a great head start, and get your day on the right track. When you are early to rise, you are more likely to racing against the clock because you Sept in until noon. Learn to wake up early for the nature also will bless, and make your day good.

MEDITATE EVERY MORNING

You have likely heard so much buzz about meditation that if you didn't care about it before, you are curious to see if what all the hype is about now. It is a practice where you use techniques to train your attention and awareness. The ultimate goal of meditation should be to make yourself mentally calm, and emotionally stable. For those that are new to meditation, you can start by getting comfortable, and preparing to sit still for a few minutes, you then focus your attention on your inhale, and exhale, and follow your breath for at least two minutes.

PLAN YOUR DAY ALWAYS

Planning your day early should help you better manage your time as you will know exactly what your objectively for the day are, and you won't get lost in all the fluffiness surrounding you (like watching TV). Always have a note book, write down the things you want to accomplish, while also using that time to brainstorm your tasks. Have you thought about a ceremony that has no planning committee, you should be the chairman planning committee of your dream, for your success is in your hands.

MAKE TIME FOR THINGS YOU VALUE

Getting so caught up in your desire to succeed can keep you from living a balanced life. To stay grounded, don't forget to connect with the people, and things that you love. A failure to do so could result in you neglecting your support system or the things that make you who you are.

EXERCISE

There are endless benefits of exercise, and this may be why so many successful people have it on their list of daily rituals, which I (Chukwudobelum) have adopted that to be the third on my list of daily rituals, you also can have it on your list, for it will make you fit to achieve success. Barack Obama, former president of the United States, said he would start his day early so that he could prioritize exercise. Exercise could be a key to success, because it is said to improve your cognitive functioning. Exercise can help build your mental strength, which is something you will need to overcome the obstacles you may face. This goes to say that although has many benefits for your body, it does a great deal for your mind, too. Exercise acts as a confidence booster while, at the same time, nourishing the body with endorphins, and everything else that comes with increasing ones heart rate. Make it a habit, and you live to see many more years.

READING OFTEN

Adult life can be so hectic that you seldom find time to read books, I can remember one famous person who I once read his history, who takes reading seriously - WARREN BUFFET, he dedicates 80% of each day to reading, in his philosophy,he says that " when you read, your knowledge builds up like compound interest ", this is a true one, as well an inspiring one, reading takes you to places you never has been before, it opens your eye to know what you could have lost. Reading will tell you of the history, it will place you in a dilemma of not going back to failure if you make it a habit. Reading helps you to know the ' true ', and ' false '. With this in your mind, be selective about the books you read, as highly successful individuals tend to choose education over entertainment, though indulging in fantasy, fiction, and all other kinds of genres probably won't really hurt you either.

CARRY A NOTEBOOK

You never can tell when inspiration will strike, I can remember vividly a day I was on a bus travelling, in my bag I had no notebook, and my phone was battery low, an inspirational was flowing from a fellow passenger, to me it was sounding so banal for I had nothing to jot down Good things he (the passenger) was saying, though I can still remember the theme of his sermon that very morning (the theme was a true disciple), that taught me a big lesson of my life. So always carry a notebook around with you, this gives you a chance to jot down notes, and ideas that you would otherwise forget. You can have a number of notebooks, and place them in your daily bag, office, and anywhere else you are regularly. When everything is written down, you know that your best ideas are kept in a safe place. Some people may choose to keep this idea notebook separate from daily journal, and others might be happier combining all of their experiences, and ideas into one singular place, so find what works best for you.

With consistency, you should begin to see yourself blossoming into the successful person you have always envisioned yourself to be. Training something positive have been said in so many paragraphs in this article is not, and can never be easy, try alot of different things, and be honest with yourself about what works, and what doesn't work. In no time, you will have your own positive habits that help push you into being what you consider a successful person, even if that is not the same as what it is for everyone else. Just don't give up, remember it takes real grit to stand up to failure.

In training something positive can also be greatly driven by other people. By having good friends, show me your friend and I will tell you who you are like they say, sometimes the type of friend we keep determines the type of success we have, when you surround yourself with good people, staying phlegm with them you will come to realize that bad friends doesn't help. When you surround yourself with good friends, keeping bad friends becomes the least things you will never do.

- Surrounding yourself with the right type of people can help success come more naturally to you than being around those who might hold you back, or even take you down the drain.

- Keeping close to people with big Dream and plans for themselves, because seeing other people's drive will keep you hungry to reach your goals.

- Negative attitudes you know can drag you down work ethic, and don't offer any Inspiration, but people with positive attitudes can help keep motivation, and morale help.

- People who ask lots of questions may provide a different angle on an issue or an idea, which could ultimately lead to an important breakthrough for you or your business.

The people we choose to surround ourselves with impacts the way we think, act, and feel on a day-to-day basis. A young football player is going to succeed if he surrounds himself with people who push him to become better, not people who distract him from his potential.

To conclude, you are the sum of who you spend your time with, I will say in my quote that " anyone who calls you good names, but doesn't want to show you how to be good is never a friend ". Make sure that you are directly involved with people who lift you, Inspire you, and motivate you to do, and be more. As you grow and your business grows, this might mean changing friends, and colleagues, and that is part of life. Just trust that hardwork, positivity, and keeping your sights high are things you cannot risk deviating from if you want the life of your dreams. To add up I will say " many wants to jump on the bandwagon of my Media , not because I'm too good, but because there's something to gain ". Remain positive to success!, and fill your days with good people and be good.

BY: CHUKWUDOBELUM

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Nightmare Dream Home

Afew years ago my ex husband and I moved our new little family into a cute 3 bedroom little house. It was painted blue, and therefore has since been called the blue house. The 1st week there we were in our living room watching television, when a massive shadow went up the wall behind us, onto the ceiling where a mist formed with it. It moved across the ceiling down the hallway and disappeared into the nursery. I was a die hard skeptic at this time. My ex husband asked me if I saw it. I am ashamed to say, I told him I had and that it was merely someones headlights outside. He argued that the windows were not near any road and the mist was not explained by this theory. I shrugged it off and accepted my explanation anyway.

We began having experiences hearing footsteps running down the hallway to bathroom; banging and scratching on the walls; toys turning on and off without batteries; hearing children cry outside the nursery window; large shadow and mists movement daily; a full body apparition of a woman, the kids complaining they could not sleep because "they" would not leave them alone; cold spots, lights flickering and going off, sounds of heavy furniture being moved around in the vacant bedroom; the television coming on and or going off on its own accompanied by an odd high pitched hum and sometimes a faint sound of music. I continued to find explanations for these events and ignored what I could.

As things escalated everyone in the household experienced nightmares, and some of us began sleep walking. I was one of them and I had the most frequent episodes. I would wake up under the kitchen table; on the floor in odd places; and even outside. There would be mud on my feet and other signs I had been outside. My family said I would have my eyes open but I did not respond to them like myself and I seemed vacant.

We were advised to try and get EVP. To talk to it. To ask questions. Doing this was our undoing.

We caught some low class EVP's in the question and answering stage. Nothing alarming or conclusive. Following our EVP session when we went to bed something growled. I was in bed and my ex husband was reaching up to the ceiling fan to turn the light off leaving the fan on. Something growled angrily from the foot of the bed. I thought it was our dog. I found her at my mother's feet, in the den, where she had been when I left to go to bed. We searched our property outside and found nothing. Even after all that I was convinced some stray or even my dog growling must be what we heard.

Later that night I woke to something strange. My computer monitor was visible at the foot of the bed. Standing in front of the monitor was the silhouette of my shirtless ex husband. His back was to me and he was just standing there. I called out to him but he didn't answer or turn around. Something told me to look at his side of the bed. I did and nothing was there. I looked back and my husband had vanished into thin air.

I realized that what I had seen couldn't have been a person. I smelled something burning. Then the covers began to be pulled down off of me. I froze. The air conditioner was a window unit. It began to beep and go from low fan to medium fan to high fan then back to low over and over. In unison with each fan cycle change the blinds were flipping open and shut, along with banging on the walls.

I suddenly became a little girl. I felt like all the air hang been sucked out of my body. I could not take air in to make a sound. I am embarrassed to say I urinated on myself. When I finally could take air, I gasped and began screaming for my mother like a child. I mustered the courage to finally move and reached for the door knob next to the bed. At that moment my husband came in and flipped the light on at which point it all stopped. He had been in the bathroom vomiting. His mysterious illness stopped right then as well.

I looked for a new home. I no longer was the skeptic.

Before moving I found a necklace on my dresser one day. I thought it was left there as a gift so I put it on thinking nothing of it. A couple days later I woke to a blinding headache. My husband got up to get my migraine medicine but fainted just outside our bedroom. I got up and went down too. I crawled to the kids room. I found my son first. I got him aroused enough to help walk him outside. I went back into the house for my daughter and husband. My husband crawled out while I located our daughter. She was 3 at the time. I found her tiny little body blue and unresponsive in her bedroom. I drug her out the front door thinking after I called 911 I would return to the home and lay down. I believed my daughter dead and wished to follow. My thinking was very muddled.

I went in and retrieved the phone. Passing out twice in this process. When I returned to the front door, my daughter's eyes were open. So I laid down in the yard and called for help. When paramedics and firemen arrived, I was told we had carbon monoxide poisoning. The firemen said 30 per square feet was lethal. My home was over 500 per square feet. Just short of barbecuing in the living room, no explanation for those levels was found in the home. No one in my family knew where the necklace had come from. I removed it at the hospital and left it there.

We moved shortly after that. The last night everyone was at our new home while I was at the blue house cleaning so we could collect our deposit. I was tired from the night before. The whispers and banging on the walls were relentless. I was in my bedroom when someone knocked on the door. I went and looked through the peephole and see the silhouette of a man I believed to be the neighbor across the street. I saw him lean down and look into the peep hole, then a bright light behind him appears and he turned and walked away. I opened the door and no one was there.

After shutting the door I realize he had stooped down to look in the peep hole at me. How is that possible I thought. He wasn't taller than me. Anxiety hits as it begins to hit me that the tall man could not have been my neighbor or any normal human being. My lungs seize up. I rush to the bedroom to get my rescue inhaler out of my purse.

That's the last thing I remember. The next thing I can recall I am slamming into a wall, falling from a standing position. I am in the living room. I am freezing. I have never been so cold. I looked around and was very confused about where I was. I didn't recognize it without the furnishings.

I am so cold my jaw was chattering. I wander briefly through the home trying to get my bearings as to where I am. I go into the bathroom. At this point, I begin to have a dejavu feeling, like I know, that I know this place, but I can not put it together in my head. It is fuzzy and slow moving.

I am desperate to get warm. I can see in the mirror that my lips are blue. "What the hell is wrong with me" I think. I begin filling the tub with hot water and I strip quickly climbing in.

As the water fills and my body begins to warm I see my cell phone on the floor next to the tub. It must have fallen out of my bra when I was undressing. I used to keep my cell phone in my bra along with money etc. I pick it up and call my husband.

When he answered I started crying. "I just woke up. I'm so cold."

He was frantic, "where are you! Where have you been! I have been calling you for hours. You didn't come home!"

I looked around the bathroom. I finally recognized it. I told him I was at the blue house.

"Babe where have you Been? We last spoke over 5 hours ago. Its 3am." He said.

I took about half an hour to warm my body enough that I would get out of the tub. My husband came and got me. I was too confused to even figure out how to get home on my own. I can not express how terrifying this was.

It turned out the man I thought I saw had passed away.

I don't know what I was doing in that 5 hours. It's scary to be up doing things with no recollection of it.

I don't know what happened to me that night or why. Seizure maybe? I try not to think about it.

We have continued to have issues, but very mild in comparison. We did lose one of our children to suicide about a year after moving. I can't help wonder if it had anything to do with what attacked me. Had it attacked him after leaving the blue house? He left no note. I am left never knowing.

I have accepted that there are no answers for me. My best friend lives next door to the blue house. She says that the new neighbors do not complain of having any issues. She had experienced something every time she had come into the blue house when I lived there. She has not experienced anything while on any of her visits to the new neighbors. I am too terrified to even pass the house. I do not visit her in her home. She comes to visit me.

I am a shadow of the person I once was. The events at the blue house severely traumatized me and my family. My son's death sent me over the edge into a full nervous breakdown. Which is not as dramatic as it may sound. I simply quit functioning. I closed myself off from the world and just stopped. I could not remember how to do a job I had done daily for 5 years. I had to be walked through it daily until I was terminated. I cried so much that my face was chapped all the time. Even now, 4 years later, I am struggling to reclaim my life. I pray no one else comes into contact with whatever that thing was.

Thanks for reading my story. Sharing it helps me let it go and heal. I am open to alternate explanations and discussions. You do not have to agree with me, and you can even think I am crazy. I only ask that you be respectful. Crazy or not, my life has been shattered into pieces because of what I experienced. Thank you. Shine on.

[solisung]

OH MY GOD

I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED SUNSHINE ANON'S LAST ASK I WANNA CHOKE MYSELF WJDJWICHWJDM

sunshine anon i am so sorry :( but at least i screenshotted (?? is this right?) it before i deleted it. i was answering you but i forgot what i was talking about on my last answer, so i saved it as a draft and then tried to remember what it was, but tumblr still has many bugs on my device so when i entered the "sunshine anon 💘" tag and my answer (the one i was writing) appeared i thought i had "answered" you already, so i deleted the answer but your ask was gone as well 😔 im so so soooo sorry for it i really didn't mean to delete your ask but since i screenshotted (??¿) it before let's just let this pass lol

HERE IT IS AAAAA

this will be E X T R A long and im so sorry for that, really TT i hope im not a burden to you aaa

okay so let's pretend this part ahead (except the ask for obvious reasons?? lol) doesn't exist. thank you

"BIPPIDY-BOBBIDY-BABY" OH MY GOD WJFJWJDJSJ YOU REALLY ARE THE MOST PRECIOUS THING ON EARTH AND I JUST ???? HOW CAN SOMEONE BE THIS CUTEEEE

ummm im fine i think? or getting fine, idk exactly. today was the weirdest day ever omg and of course! you always make me feel better 💕

it's so strange to live the same day everyday :( aaaand about that ... i really don't know exactly where i should start.

so, on that day, i didn't say more than 10 words at school, because i don't really have friends and i felt like i was being ignored by the entire world ?? and, later, during school break, my ex came to me and told me some things and then asked me to come back to her. she told me that she really does love me, and that after i had to break up with her she just couldn't stop crying, which is something she had never done for anyone before. or at least it's what she told me :') i can't tell exactly if what she was saying was the truth or not, because i was with her through so many crazy things and i can say: she lies sometimes just to convince people. sometimes it's really necessary (so that nothing bad will happen to that someone or etc), other times she just does. and i am almost sure that she told me these things just to get me back. idk, something just tells me that this seems a bit off and skeptical. plus, i don't think i want to come back with her, because of those lots of homophobic things *only* my mom told me on that day she came over, and i don't really want to hear what my dad, who's a lot moodier than my mom, has to say. neither my brother or my schizophrenic aunt who lives with us. i actually am the most open-minded person here in this house, if not the only one. i am broke enough after everything my mom said and she is still the only one who talked to me about it. anyways, i am worried about what they can tell her, what they can do to her, and what they can do to me, as their daughter. i am just so worried and anxious i can barely talk to her like i did before, and this is making me even more anxious because i feel that i am making her feel worse everyday and i can't help but blame myself and continue avoiding her thinking she deserves something better than this. i am a total mess, i'm sorry :(

yeah, i am okay, i just feel really bad for her. i hope you're okay as well btw! 💕

oH that's really cool! i'm currently trying to get more into ateez and the boyz as well. they are sooo talented and seem sympathetic, i like them 💗

oh, my day... as i said before, it was a pretty weird. but it's okay, i'll say what happened today ❤️

i was kinda quiet during the beginning of our classes, until our break. i met with some of my friends from another class, and i haven't talked to them in what seems like years omg. it was great and i was finally saying things other than "present", "okay" and answering our teacher's questions. bur then we had to leave again since we're all in different classes. and when it was over and i was at my class already, my ex came and she gave me some sweets. it was kinda awkward tho, but it's okay. and after that, when i was picking my material from my backpack again, i realized a girl who sits close to me had a jungkook picture on her phone case. i just went to her and said something like "..... is that jungkook" and she said "yES" and we became friends lmaoooo

moving on to when we were leaving school,my ex told me that she would be alone at home and asked me if she could come over, so that the shouldn't be alone and would have someone to be with and etcetera. i said okay, b u t there's the thing. i had decided to go mcdonald's with some other friends and my brother and i totally forgot that. (here's what we did: we went to mcdonald's some hours before my singing classes and when it was time for me to go me and my brother would leave the remaining boys decided what they would like to do after it.) aaaaand to make everything even worse, i can't contact her. she doesn't have a cellphone, neither telephone at home and i don't have any near relative's number as well. and i just remembered of her when i was heading to mcdonald's already. :(

it was pretty fun tho, we recorded some random things, we were kidding a lot, joking at many things and... IT WAS SOOOO HOT 😞 AND SUNNYYY I EVEN TOOK THIS PHOTO WHEN WE WERE THERE AHDHSJDJX

i really liked this photo btw c:

after my singing class i can stay a bit longer (long story and this is long enough lol) so i decided to record some videos/audios (they're actually videos but the screen is just dark and there's only me singing so idk what to call that) and after i was done the both of us left and we were just talking about some random things and deciding if we would buy some sweets to eat or not. in the end we actually didn't, because in front of a store (I don't know the word in English and i can't find anything... my battery is running low so i don't have much time to search, but it's a place that they sell things for your living room, your bedroom, decorations... things such as sofas, beds and etc) we almost got assaulted by two boys near my age. we are fine, they couldn't get anything, but we're traumatized, specially my brother who was assaulted before. we entered that store to sit and rest for a while and we called our parents. my dad came to get us home along with my other aunt who lives in front of our house. when we got home i uploaded those videos on twitter and i tried to calm my brother. after that, nothing extraordinary. but still, today was definitely crazy.

anyways... how about you? how's life going? and how was/is your day going?

thank you for making me happy once again, angel. i love you i💕