#not professional

[yaoigoddess9158]

I zoned out for half an hour and uh…

This happened

[su-gu3]

HEYHEYHEY

Guys!!!

I'M GONNA BE A VA FOR A SHELLY IN A DANDY'S WORLD YOUTUBE THING.... ISN'T THAT FUN?

I get to say dinosaur facts :)

I'LL BE MAKING THE BANNER AND THE THUMBNAIL ... BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING YET.

I'M JUST EXCITED

EDIT:

Not anymore chat... I CANNOT do it

[thatonesimp-e]

Talk to ya girlfriend about it! <-from a polyamourous person with 2 partners

see if its something shes ok with and your ok with! communication is key! and if she says its fine ask the other person and if your girlfriend says that she doesn't really feel comfortable with it you just gotta accept it!

If you need to just wait a little bit and see if you do actually like ya friend or if its just something that was a spur in the moment type thing- it happened to me alot tbh.. fhdh

yeah!

I texted her already to see if she's k with it

Im a little scared to be honest, but I don't want to cheat on her.

Thank you sm anon I love u <333

[kasagia]

How do you get into writing. I have just started and would love some tips. Xxx

And this surprised me very much, dear anonymous. 😅🙈

I'm not some kind of 'guru' on this or a professional writer or anyone who is... qualified or even learning in this direction to tell the others how to do it and get into writing or give some tips or anything. I believe that everyone should find their own way.

Writing is just my hobby, but I'll try to answer something for you, dear anonymous. And I hope it will be helpful somehow. 🩵🖤🩵

You can't force yourself.

At least it doesn't work for me. I can't set times for myself when I should sit down and just write. And even if I do, the things I write are... kind of shallow and unnatural (at least when I read them).

Inspiration comes by itself, and sometimes you have to stimulate your imagination yourself.

You've probably ever had this feeling where various ideas and words come to your head, and sometimes there's a barren void and you can't put together one sensible sentence or figure out what to do next with the plot.

I get inspired through music and edits on YouTube or Instagram about the characters I write about. They stimulate my imagination to create new scenarios and stories. ESPECIALLY THE MUSIC. (TAYLOR SWIFT, LANA DEL REY, FLORENCE, RUELLE, BIRDY I LOVE YOU!!!!)

It is helpful to imagine the scene in your head.

You don't know how to write what a given character should do next? You don't like leaving only dialogue? Imagine that you are talking to a given hero. What would you do, and what would he or she do? Does he move his hands, approach, move away, frown, laugh, fix his hair—all these movements that we observe every day when we talk to others or watch a movie?

Imagining myself in a given situation helps me write not only the dialogues but also the environment around them. So, mainly, the movement of the second character. I don't necessarily like descriptions of landscapes and places personally; I only do it when I have to and need it for the plot. I'm not an expert at this; I know I still need to work on it, so for now, this is my solution when it comes to writing these other things around the dialogue.

Constantly writing is essential.

You can't give up after the first few tries. We are constantly improving our writing, and so on.

I'm afraid to read my first oneshots because my writing style has evolved since this all time and since I've been writing "publicly." AND THAT'S NORMAL. At least I think so.

Everyone has their own beginnings and started somewhere, and this path is beautiful—these first excitements, the satisfaction that someone liked and commented on your work. (IT STILL IS! SHOWING THE AUTHOR WITH LOVE AND ADORATION IS VERY IMPORTANT IF YOU WANT TO BE FEED WITH CONTENT! xD) 😅

And over time, the longer you stay at it, the more you want to keep going (at least for me).

But sometimes writing block comes and you just have to simply wait it out. What helps me is listening to music (different from the songs I know) or reading someone else's work. The brain remembers how fun it is to write and suddenly you feel like writing.

BUT we don't copy other people's work or use an idea that someone else had. The golden rule. Besides the fact that it's wrong, immoral, and just plain not cool, who wants to read about the same thing all the time? Creativity is key. (ALTHOUGH NOBODY WILL TAKE THE MOON SUMMONER AND DARKLING FROM ME. THIS IS MY HOLINESS SHIP AND I WILL WRITE ABOUT IT AS MUCH AS I WANT. UNFOLLOW OR BLOCK - I DON'T CARE. xD) 🙈🙈

This is not a grade assignment for school; there is no wrong way to write. And as long as YOU are satisfied and happy, then write.

This is probably the most important thing. It's supposed to be fun—playing with words and imagination, creating your own story with the character you love, creating your own world, having fun. You can share it with other people or keep it for yourself. The choice is yours.

Haters will be everywhere; you can't avoid them, but I believe that nobody can please all people.

Some will like it, others will not, and that is also beautiful—that each of us likes different things, that we are not stuck in one monotonous way of thinking, and that we simply like different things.

Create a writing atmosphere may help.

It's good for some people. A candle, a blanket, coffee, tea and other drinks. Just you and your laptop or anything else.

Words matter.

I remember Googling every time to learn how to say this and that in English. Is it possible to use this and that meaning of the word for a given situation? Or when I was writing a dance scene and I was wondering how to write different moments, I went to Google to check what the hell to call it.

The more you write, the more practice you have with it, and the more you remember the words you need. (If your native language is not English, like mine.)

And adjectives. They are important because when someone else reads them, they can better imagine the situation. But as I said, I'm not sure about the rest—the description of the situation and feelings. I feel like I'm writing a bit too much, maybe boring; maybe I could skip some parts and focus more on others? I don't know, so I won't say much about it. 😅😅😅

I hope I helped somehow! Although I'm not sure if I'm the right person for this or if my mumbling will help you.

Have a nice day! 🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤

[akiniwatt]

A little animation rough I did, trying to get used to Krita, is amazing, you should use it

[pokehita]

Have I postet sunset pics before?

Well, here's one 🌅

And some more 💕

And another one ☀️

[soweli-musi]

Hi this is my intro post I exist

This information may be shocking but this blog is NOT PROFESSIONAL!!! I have an art blog that is pretty and I try things and I explain my processes and stuff but this is NOT THAT!

This is for my special interests and crap so I don't a) use my dæmonism blog that is not technically mine to dump reposts and b) USE MY ART BLOG WHICH IS ART ONLY

Anyway hello there feel free to bother me and you can also ask for art stuff here and yeah hi

You can follow my dæmonism and main blog on @lykos-the-daemon (he's pretty cool imo) (not biased)

[happilyasimp2]

Like the title created by Canva suggests, I am now opening commissions for writing! I am not good enough for full stories.

Let's get some ground rules taken care of:

I will only do poems, short stories, or Diary style entries

If you ever use it or repost it to your page, make sure to tag me as credit

I will only do cannon Twisted Wonderland, Yugioh Duel Monsters, Hazbin Hotel, or Ninjago characters when it comes to cannon

I will accept ocs or Yuusona's, but give me a detailed description from voice down to personality

I will only accept payment through cashapp

Dm me if you want to do a commission

I will allow NSFW, but let's not go overboard with it, I allow burping kinks, inflation, feederism, and vore, but I don't allow piss, scat, or vomit fetishes.

I will even accept requests for my own ocs

[prof-cycad]

This isn't a research post, but warranted sharing.

Sheldrake, my shiny Psyduck, has successfully figured out how to access the refrigerator.

I heard the sound of something heavy moving in the kitchen, which isn't peculiar when keeping large Pokemon like Garbodor or Muk. Shortly after, I had to chase Sheldrake throughout the Laboratory after he stole a Veluza steak meant for tonight's meal.

He is still upset that he didn't get away with his perfect heist, but he doesn't understand that he would get sick from overeating!

[queer-froggit]

[icedawnowl]

This is the latest view from my house! I'm not a professional photographer but I think it looks nice so I wanted to share :) Who knows, maybe I'll post more pics if y'all like 'em.

This is my first post, okay bye!

[shaneofc]

There's something wrong.

Yep. There is.

Lol

[sofas-can-read-ice-can-burn]

Happy Pride Month! It’s my first year celebrating and I decided I wanted to make an asexual cake! With the help of my extremely perfectionist mum, I think we managed to pull it off! I hope ya’ll are having an awesome pride month, whether you’re out, in the closet or somewhere in between 🏳️‍🌈

[nfumbewalk]

My Spread

This is my typical 12 card spread, using the Santa Muerte Tarot. I offer two other decks for choice as well. The Orisha Tarot & the Marseilles Tarot.

I don't talk of the spread unless you're getting a reading. No secret really, but it's simplicity does hold a great power that I don't share with everyone.

Readings are $12.25. I have a warning: I do not sugarcoat anything & I'm not gentle. I'm very honest & open, I refuse to lie.

Note: My readings are careful and I ask for three (3) business days to complete.

Go here: https://magistrareadings.etsy.com

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

I think the reader's response to this post is probably going to either be "That's incredibly minor" or "Holy shit YES I'M ALSO PROUD", depending on people's personal experiences with academia, but:

Today I am incredibly proud of one of my students.

In the interests of disguising identities, let's call them Ceri. Ceri is one of my third year undergrads (meaning their final year, for anyone unfamiliar with UK uni systems.) They transferred to us last year, and within two weeks I was giving them the contact info to get to Student Services and get themself screened for ADHD; they have some mental health struggles, but I clocked pretty quickly that they STRUGGLE with procrastination, and punctuality, and attending 9am lectures in particular. Naturally, as is the way of my people, it took them a further four months to remember to go to the screening. Lol. Lmao. Rofl, in fact.

But, they did it eventually! Their screening lit up like a Christmas tree at the ADHD section, and they got a free laptop and optional one week extensions and a study support worker named Claire. This has helped tremendously, and although mental health + until-then-unsupported ADHD meant their academic profile had slid sideways somewhat, with the new tools available and a couple of resits they passed the year and hit this year running.

Until, that is, the last fortnight.

Now, I take them for a Habitat Management module that has two assessments: an academic poster presentation before Christmas, and a site-specific management plan in May. Naturally this means we are at that happy point in the year for the poster presentations. I give out the briefs at the start of the year, so they've had them since October; I've also been periodically checking in with them all for weeks, to make sure they don't have any major burning questions. The poster presentation was to pick a species reintroduction project, pull the habitat feasibility study out of it, and then critique that study; Ceri chose to look at the hen harrier reintroductions proposed for the southern UK. All good.

Which brings us nicely to today! Ceri's presentation is scheduled for 2.30. At 11am-1pm, I am lecturing the first years on Biodiversity, while Ceri is learning about environmental impact assessment with a colleague I shall call Aeron. This means we are separately occupied during those same hours.

Nevertheless, Aeron messages me at about 12.

"I think Ceri needs to see you after your lecture," he writes. "They're panicking, I genuinely think they might cry. I'm worried. Are you free at 1?"

I say I am. At 1, I get lunch and sit in the common area; Ceri comes to see me. To my personal shame, imagine all of the following takes place while I stuff my face with potato.

Now: this part is going to be uncomfortably familiar to anyone who has ever tried higher education with ADHD, especially unmedicated. It certainly was for me. All I can say is, I never had the courage to take the step here that Ceri did.

"I have to confess," they said quietly, and Aeron was right, they were fighting back tears. "My mental health has been so, so bad for the last fortnight. I've left it way, way too late. I don't have anything to present."

"Nothing at all?" I asked.

"I've been researching," they said helplessly. "I found loads on the decline of the hen harrier. But it wasn't until last night that I finally found a habitat feasibility study to critique. Generally... I've been burying my head about it, and it just got later and later. I thought I should come in for Aeron's lecture, and I should at least tell you."

This part is a minor thing, right? But honestly, I remember being in the grip of that particular shame spiral. I never did manage to tell my lecturers to their faces. I just avoided. I honestly can't imagine having the courage it took them to come in and tell me this, rather than just staying home and avoiding me.

"I think..." they said hesitantly, "I know I can submit up to a week late, for a capped mark. I think I need to do that, and apply for extenuating circumstances. But then I'll have both Aeron's assignment and yours due at the same time."

Which meant they would crumble under the pressure and likely struggle to pass both; so me, being as noble and heroic as I unarguably am, stopped eating potato and said, "Let's make that plan B."

(It was good potato. I am a hero.)

So, we made plan A: I moved their timeslot to 4.30, giving them three and a half hours. The shining piece of luck in this whole thing was that this was the crunch time assignment - if it had been Aeron's, they'd have had to try and write a 3000 report in that time. But for me, all they had to write was an academic poster, and those things are light on words by design. We found them a Canva template, and then we quickly sketched out a recommended structure based on the brief: if it's habitat feasibility, look at food availability, nesting site availability, and mortality risks in the target release site. Bullet point each. Bullet point how well the study assessed each. Write a quick intro and conclusion. Take notes as you go, and present the poster itself at 4.30.

"You think I should try?" they asked doubtfully, looking like I'd just asked them to go mano-a-mano with a feral badger.

"If you run out of time, so be it," I said. "But your brain is trying to protect you from a non-existent tiger. That's why you've procrastinated - it's been horrible, and you've been shame spiralling, and your brain is trying to shield you from the negative experience; but it's the wrong type of help for this situation! So while you're sitting there working on it, hating life, every time your brain goes 'This is hopeless, I can't do it', you think right back 'Yes I can, it just sucks.' And you carry on. Good?"

"Good," they said. "I'm going to mainline coffee and hole up in the library. Enjoy your potato."

And then, of course, I had to go and watch the other students' presentations, so that was the end of me being any help at all. I spent all afternoon wondering if they were going to manage it, or if I would be getting a message at 4.25 telling me they'd failed, and would have to submit late and hope for an EC.

And Tumblrs

Tumblrs

Let me FUCKING tell you

They turned up at 4.15, fifteen minutes early, wearing a mask of grim, harrowed determination and fuelled by spite and coffee, and they pulled up that poster and started presenting and yes, okay, I'll admit their actual delivery was dramatically unpolished and yes, they forgot to include the taxanomic name for the hen harrier on the poster and yes, fine, I admit that there were more than a few awkward moments where they lost their place in their hastily scribbled notebook but LET ME FUCKING TELL YOU -

They smashed it. It was well-critiqued, it had a map, it had full citations, it had a section on the hen harrier's specific ecology and role in the ecosystem, it had notes on their specific conservation measures. They described case studies they'd read about elsewhere. They answered the questions we threw at them with competence and depth. There was analysis. All that background research they'd done came right to the fore. They were even within the time limit by 15 seconds.

You would never have known they'd produced it in three hours, from a quivering and terrified mess fighting the bodily urge to dehydrate via tear ducts. After they left, the second marker and I looked at each other and went "So that was a 2:1, right?"

I caught up with Aeron downstairs and he was beaming. Apparently Ceri had seen him on their way out, and had gone over to talk to him. Aeron said the difference between the Ceri of this morning and the Ceri of then was like two different people; in four hours, they'd gone from their voice literally breaking as they admitted the problem, ashamed and broken, to being relaxed and happy and smiling.

"I reckon I've passed," they apparently told Aeron, pleased. "Maybe even a 2:2. There's things I wish I'd had the time to do better, but I'll be happy if I passed."

They won't know until late January what they got, because we're not allowed to release marks until 20 term days after hand-in, and the Christmas holidays are about to hit. But I'm really hoping I can be there when they're released.

But mostly, I'm just... insanely proud of them. I cannot tell you how happy I am. And I know, I know, obviously this is not a practice I would want to see them do regularly, or indeed ever again, and it only worked because they were fucking lucky with the assignment format, but like... when life is just punching you in the face, and you hit a breaking point... isn't it nice? That just this once, you pull off a miracle, and it's fixed? The disaster you thought was about to ruin you is gone? To get that relief?

Anyway. Super super proud today.