#serotonin boost for the rest of the day

[rjshope]

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[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

YALL! i flirted with a cute girl today and she flirted back

so basically the wedding is next spring i think

[sturnsbae]

heyyy can you write smth about matt calling the reader "my baby" in podcasts, videos and even in front of their families without caring who's around?

MY BABY - MATT STURNIOLO

warning: very very soft matt, so if you’re not into pure fluff then this story is not for you!!

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matt never fails to express his love for you. he��s so passionate about loving you, and making sure you know that. one day around the beginning of your guys’ relationship he had accidentally let a new nickname slip, and you fell in love with it.

you were wrapped in his arms cuddled up in his bed as both of you were dozing off. “i love you. you’re my baby,” matt had groggily let slip out of his mouth. the corners of your lips had turned up when he said this.

“i love that nickname,” you had said. so then it became yours. all yours.

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the guys are recording a podcast episode on happiness and your name is brought up per usual. matt’s face lights up immediately and a big smile appears on his face.

“oh yeah she’s a huge form of my happiness. it’s like an instant serotonin boost whenever she’s around, she’s my baby.” he smiles, not at all ashamed that both of his brothers are around, as well as all of the viewers who will be listening to the podcast episode.

“it’s so cute that you call her that,” nick smiles in awe.

“it’s disgusting nick, don’t lie to him,” chris groans.

“shut up chris, you’re just mad that you’re single,” matt retorts.

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matt’s phone rests on the center console of the car facing with the screen up. he’s in the middle of talking to nick when he feels a buzz and notices his screen light up out of the corner of his eye. his head turns and he notices that it’s a snapchat from you.

he grabs his phone and leans back in his chair as nick and chris bicker, opening the photo from you and immediately blushing. he bites the insides of his cheeks to prevent a smile, but ultimately fails when chris calls him out on his so called “antisocial” behavior.

“dude get off your phone, stop being antisocial! we’re filming!” chris rolls his eyes.

matt shuffles to put his phone away, not enjoying the sudden spotlight on him. “sorry sorry, i was just snapping my babyyyy,” he sing-songs to piss chris off.

“ew dude! i hate couples,” chris huffs and crosses his arms as he slides down in the passenger seat.

“you’re just mad that matt is cheating on you with y/n,” nick chuckles from the back seat.

“you know what, you’re right!” chris says as he sits up and gets close to the camera shaking his finger at it, “you know what y/n! i’m matt’s passenger princess not you! and i was his baby first too!”

“oh my god,” matt laughs and rolls his eyes playfully at his brothers antics.

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you were visiting his parents in boston for the first time, and you were beyond nervous to say the least. it was such a nerve wracking feeling to be meeting the most important people in his life besides you and his brothers.

“they’re gonna love you, y/n. you’re my baby, they know how much i love you. they’re gonna love you just as much, maybe even more!” matt reassures you as you both walk a few paces behind his brothers in the airport.

you give matt a nervous smile as you both approach the car where both of his parents are waiting in the pickup line. mary lou quickly gets out of the car and hurries to hug her boys, before approaching you and matt with a big smile.

“hi sweetie,” she smiles to matt

“mom, meet my baby y/n!” matt smiles as mary lou wraps you in a tight hug.

“it’s so nice to meet you, mrs sturniolo,” you smile.

“oh please honey, call me mary lou,” she smiles at you. you then walk off towards the trunk and put your bag into it. as you walk off, mary lou turns to matt, “now i see why you call her that. she’s such a sweet and pretty girl. you did good, matt.”

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i’m sooo sorry if this is bad it was so rushed 😭

[bloomzone]

2025: #10 take care of your mind

your brain is the most powerful tool you will ever own. YOUR BRAIN IS MORE POWERFUL THAN UR PHONE, LAPTOP ... . Yet how many of us actually take care of it? How many of us think twice about what we feed it, how we use it, or how we let it rest? u don’t rise to the level of your dreams you fall to the level of your mind. And if your mind isn’t sharp, disciplined, and protected, you’re setting yourself up for failure.

✒���..You’re probably wondering: “What does it mean to take care of my brain?” It’s simple but not easy. First, let’s talk about what you’re consuming EEEEVRY single thing you watch, listen to or read is planting seeds in your mind. Are you planting weeds or flowers? Scroll endlessly on social media, filling your brain with nonsense, comparison, and negativity—guess what? You’re planting weeds, and they will grow. Your thoughts become your beliefs, and your beliefs become your actions.

THE TRUTH IS you are what you allow into your mind. If you keep surrounding yourself with negativity, if you keep replaying the same self-doubt, if you keep absorbing content that doesn’t serve you don’t be surprised when you feel stuck, overwhelmed, or anxious. You’re not broken you’re just fueling yourself with the wrong things.

"So, what do you do?"

1. Detox your mind. Cut out the noise. Start filtering what you consume. Unfollow accounts that drain your energy. Stop watching content that makes you feel small. And for the love of everything pookie stop engaging in drama—it’s not worth the space it takes up in your head.

2. Feed your brain the right fuel. Read books that challenge you. Listen to podcasts that inspire you. Surround yourself with people who uplift you. And no, this isn’t just some feel-good advice it’s about wiring ur brain for growth. The more you surround yourself with knowledge, positivity, and action-oriented energy, the more your brain starts working for you instead of against you.

3. Train your focus. Your brain is a muscle. If you don’t train it, it gets lazy. Meditation isn’t just for monks it’s for anyone who wants to build laser-like focus. Start small—two minutes a day. Sit down, breathe, and let your mind rest. Because a rested brain is a powerful brain.

4. Protect your energy it mean it’s about who you let into your space. People can either fuel your fire or extinguish it. If someone in your life constantly drags you down, you need to set boundaries. Your mental energy is sacred. Guard it fiercely.

🪧-FACT BOX !

『When you kick unhealthy habits to the curb, your brain actually starts to thrive! Imagine cutting out constant stress it’s like a weight lifted off your mind, lowering cortisol levels and giving your memory and learning a boost. Eating betteeeeer and healthier cuz those omega-3s and antioxidants help reduce brain fog while also cranking up serotonin and dopamine, the feel-good chemicals that keep you motivated and happy. Regular exercise is like a power-up for your brain, releasing endorphins and encouraging the growth of new neurons. It’s like giving your mind a fresh start every day (try to wake up early and do any type of exercise and u will see how well ur day will roll) Sleep is another secret weapon—by getting enough (6-7 or even 8 )you’re helping your brain detox and organize memories, keeping everything sharp. And let’s not forget about avoiding things like alcohol and drugs—this keeps your brain’s reward system in check and prevents it from burning out or killing you lmaooo .. All these changes together supercharge your brain, boosting focus, creativity, and mental strength. Your brain will thank you!』

@bloomzone ❕

[capquinn]

So I’m a kindergarten teacher and I had the sweetest interaction today. I was having a weird afternoon emotionally. Just felt off and couldn’t quite place why. Anyway, I’m sitting on a mat helping a child do a puzzle, and one of my longtime kiddos (known her since she was a teeny tiny baby) hugs me from behind and just whispers, “I love you,” and oh my god….. Instant serotonin boost. So I told her dad all about it when he picked her up, and he says she likes to say it at random times but it’s always when you need to hear it most.

Which leads me into dad!quinn and Bug after this horrible game.

From the second the final buzzer sounds, Quinn can’t shake the frustration that clings to him. Every missed pass, every failed play replayed in his head, looping endlessly as he stripped off his gear in silence. The plane ride back to Vancouver was no better — he stared out the window, jaw tight, his thoughts too loud to focus on the low chatter around him. By the time he pulls into the driveway, his body is heavy with exhaustion, but his mind still running, stuck on everything he couldn’t fix. Even home, his refuge, felt miles away.

But the second he steps through the door, it’s like a switch flips. Buggy comes bounding over, her little feet thundering against the floor as she throws herself at him.

“Daddy!” she shrieks, her arms wrapping tightly around his legs, her tiny face pressed against him.

And suddenly, there’s this warmth that starts to seep into him. She’s already yapping away — telling him about her day, something silly Cub did the day before, and whatever episode of Bluey they watched on repeat while he was gone. It’s impossible not to smile because it’s Bug, and she’s pure sunshine.

After dinner, when things wind down, and they’re on the couch, Bug tucked against his side, the TV playing softly in the background, Quinn starts to slip back into his own head. His brows knit together, his jaw tightens — he’s replaying that one turnover, that one chance he didn’t capitalise on. But then Bug notices. Of course she notices, because she always does. She’s his mini-me, after all.

“Hey, daddy?” she whispers, her little voice soft but insistent enough to pull him out of his spiral.

When he looks down at her, she’s already staring up at him with those big, earnest eyes, her little hand resting on his chest.

“I love you,” she says, so simply, so genuinely, like it’s the most important thing she could ever tell him in that moment.

And God, it just hits him. Like a breath of fresh air, like something he didn’t know he needed to hear right now but now can’t imagine going without. The game? The frustration? The weight of it all? It just slips away because this is what matters. His little girl, her quiet reminder that the world is so much bigger than hockey.

So he hugs her a little tighter, kisses the top of her head, and whispers, “I love you too, Bug.”

And for the first time all day, his shoulders relax. He’s reminded to be where his feet are — right there, on the couch, with his family.

[may-be-a-plant]

Hera, Ahsoka, Zeb and Chopper sitting around the table, griping.

Ahsoka: The vibe in here has been such a downer lately, all the others feel so tense and moody. I can't get Rex to go anywhere for fun.

Zeb: Yeah, Kal's been all dark and grumbly the last few days and 'Bine wont come out of her room.

Chopper: Whomp Whumpp, Whop

Hera: Chop, why would zapping Ezra make him feel better? But you're right, Kanan's been napping a lot too.

All: *Grumble*

Ahsoka: ......Wait, doesn't sunlight boost serotonin levels in humans?

----------Moments Later-------

Kanan: *Being dragged out of the Ghost* Hera, please be reasonable.

Hera: Nope, you are banned from the ship for the rest of the day.

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Kallus: *Being hauled out into the light by a very smug Zeb* *Angry raccoon noises*

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Rex: *Suddenly force-shoved halfway across field* Do you REALLY need to keep doing that???

Ahsoka: *Smiling innocently* Yep.

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Sabine: *Angrily stalks out of ship on her own with the faint sound of screaming behind her* Ezra, come on!! If I have to be out here, so do you!!

Ezra: *Shrieking* FINE, I'll GO, now stop doing that!!

Chopper: *Waves shock arm menacingly at Ezra while giggling maniacally*

[nikkento-writes]

After back-to-back-to-back meetings, you finally emerge from your office at home, stomach grumbling, hungry for the lunch you should have taken over an hour ago. You’ve only got fifteen minutes to spare before yet another conference call. Nanami stopped by earlier for his own lunchbreak before heading off to another mission and you’re sad to have missed him. Hoping to hear his voice even just for a few seconds, you retrieve your phone from your pocket, ready to dial his number. Before you can, you notice a few text messages from him that puts the biggest smile on your face.

There’s lunch for you in the fridge. 

Hope your meetings go well. On a mission the rest of the day, so no access to phone. 

I love you.

You open the fridge and see a plate with plastic wrapped over it, covering the tamago sando he made for you, one of your favorites. A little note in his handwriting is taped to it. Enjoy lunch, sweetheart. I love you.You’ll never get tired of hearing it. The both of you have made it a habit to say it often; with his profession as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, there’s no way to predict if it will ever be the last.

Heart full, you devour the sandwich quickly, snapping a quick shot of the empty plate. You send it to him along with a message of your own. No crumbs left. Thank you for lunch, sweetie. Have a safe mission. I can’t wait to see you at home. I love you so much. This is exactly what you need to get through the rest of your workday.

You end up working overtime to finish some deadlines before the weekend, so by the time your husband returns home, you’re still staring at the computer screen, typing away at your keyboard. When you hear him moving around in the kitchen, you start typing faster, desperate to be done with this and to be held in your husband’s arms. Responses to your emails are going to come in soon, but waiting around for them isn’t going to make you feel any better, so you finally get up from your chair to greet Nanami. He looks tired too, eyes heavy with fatigue, hair ruffled, tie loosened around his neck. His job is exhausting, and you always feel guilty complaining about yours when he constantly risks his life for his.

He's sat on the couch, head leaned back, eyes closed as if he’s ready for a nap. When he hears you approaching, he opens his eyes, smiling as soon as he sees you, the weariness in his expression almost disappearing completely. “Hi sweetheart,” he says, patting the spot beside him. “Done with work?”

You sit down, resting your head on his shoulder. He’s warm, always is, and you bask in it, an instant serotonin boost. “Almost. Just a few more minutes. Waiting for some emails.”

He kisses your forehead, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “I’m sure you can check them on Monday.”

You yawn, closing your eyes without really meaning to. “They might have some questions – ”

He guides you down onto his lap, letting you use him as a pillow, stroking your head gently. “You can answer them next week.” His voice is soft and soothing, like a lullaby coaxing you into the most peaceful slumber. He knows all the ways to put you at ease, to make you forget about deadlines and projects and emails that you think can’t wait but actually can. Because getting to do this with him means he’s home, safe and sound. Alive.

You’re asleep now, already snoring, his hand still petting you softly. The distinct sound of an email notification pings from your office, but nobody budges, especially not Nanami. He smiles down at you, watching your sleeping form, enjoying the way your body rises and falls with every steady breath you take. He gets to sit here and be with you like this. Emails, deadlines, curses, overtime. Nothing even matters but you.

[riki-dazed]

puppy!tak

sfw + nsfw under cut. puppy intak > everything else · requested

puppy!tak whose love language is physical touch. he needs to be in physical contact with you at all times, whether that'd be cuddling up against you or resting his head in your lap

puppy!tak whose radiant, loving energy rubs off onto everyone he meets and talks to. hanging out with him gives anyone an instant boost of serotonin

puppy!tak who cries with you when you're upset. he's an amazing listener who will always offer a sympathetic ear when you need someone to talk to

puppy!tak who loves having your hands in his hair. play with the strands, pet him, ruffle his hair. just keep your hands in there at all times and he'll be a happy boy

puppy!tak who drags you around shopping with him all day. he gets so incredibly excited when he finds pieces he thinks would suit you well, he'd rush you into fitting rooms, and shower you in compliments non-stop

puppy!tak who loves showering your face in kisses, he loves leaving you a giggling mess

puppy!tak who loves playing with your fingers and always compares the size of your hands, giggling at how adorable yours look next to his

NSFW

puppy!tak who ruts against your thigh to get off when you're too sleepy for sex

puppy!tak who loves nothing more than when you shower him in praises as he fucks into you. always remind him of how much of a good boy he is, he can never get enough

puppy!tak who gets hard every time the two of you spoon

puppy!tak who will have you anywhere, anytime. whenever you start feeling like you need him, rest assured that he's ready to go too. from fucking on your bed, on the floor, a public restroom or change rooms.. anywhere is perfect for him

puppy!tak whose stamina is through the roof. sex can last all night if the two of you were feeling up to it.. short breaks between multiple rounds, hours on end

puppy!tak who would fail miserably when you brought up wanting to try cockwarming. how could you ever expect his needy little self to stay still..

puppy!tak who loves exploring and trying new things in the bedroom. whether that'd be new positions or kinks, "you don't know if you don't like it if you haven't tried it", a saying he lives by

...

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[cyverrieee]

[2] COSPLAYER!YUU WHO ARRIVED IN TWISTED WONDERLAND... WHILE IN COSPLAY

GIF BY @/SUGARFROTH

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01 ➳ FINALLY GOT PART TWO...

I can rest easy now..

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ᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴғᴀɪᴛʜғᴜʟ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏsᴘʟᴀʏ. ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀs ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ...

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ᴋᴀʟɪᴍ ᴀʟ-ᴀsɪᴍ

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Oh? You're stuck in Twisted Wonderland wearing Kalim's cosplay? The sunshine of the whole game? Haha good luck! (Just kidding)

Kalim definitely had like ALOT of questions... "Where did you get my wig?" "Oh did you make my outfit by yourself?" "Oh my god! You made my jewelry!" And that sorta stuff. Kalim might wear that outfit your wearing to compare and squeal because you two are matching.

Speaking of Kalim, Since Kalim got a boost at serotonin at your arrival. It basically gave Jamil more of a headache, everyday he has to pray to the seven to make him through the day with a bombarding pain in the head. But rest assure, he does find your Kalim cosplay nice (You might not have the same level lf energy as Kalim, but its better. And he secretly likes the outfit shh-)

Kalim will basically cling around you at break, basically trying to get you know better! Jamil wont mind as long as you keep him under control (give him a break please. Its been like that since 17 years)

Will give you the finest fabric materies, wigs, accessories, makeup—you name it, he'll buy it! He just wants to see you cosplaying. He might even ask you if he can cosplay with you! Its seems really fun :D

Jamil can finally get a break! *Trumpet noises and confetti*

When Kalim saw you WITHOUT your cosplay, he finds it amazing how you do your makeup and hid some of your features. Will ask you if you could use him as a makeup mannequin

Professional catfisher goes by again...

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ᴠɪʟ sᴄʜᴏᴇɴʜᴇɪᴛ

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HOW MAGNIFIQUE! I swear you will hear Rook start praising your cosplay. Vil will find it amazing, leaving small compliments every now and then.

You and Vil teach other more makeup techniques when you do each other's makeup. Rook also spying in because he wants to see this beautiful moment.

Vil also gives you some accessories that the cosplayer missed or something. Some additionals if hes interested in adding, Cue Rook complimenting you even more!

Rook calls you Roi de S'habiller, because of your ability to cosplay. He'll ask you to cosplay him (if you agree on it).

Epel thinks your Vil cosplay is nice as long as you don't act like him. Your impressions of him are impressive he wont lie. Maybe its too good that he almost gaslighted himself into thinking its the Real Vil... (Might give you some of his makeup that he doesnt really use... If Vil doesnt notice...)

Vil sees you without your cosplay, he'll definitely compliment your looks. Also might try to put some makeup on you again, he keeps putting random serums and moisturizers on your face while he tells you about it. He's having a field day with it (Now you know Epel's suffering)

Go Roi de S'habiller!!!!

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ɪᴅɪᴀ sʜʀᴏᴜᴅ

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He's fragile on the spot. His legs started to get weak, he vomits out of pure shock (/j)

Hes having a meltdown just seeing you cosplay him! Ortho has to try to calm down his excited ALOT. If you have someone (cosplah buddy) that cosplays Ortho, Idia will also expload in happiness while Ortho will be happy in a way.

If you somehow designed your Ipad case to look like his own, you have dedication i swear! Even Idia himself doesnt have the motivation like that. He praises and respects you! He basically admires you! He literally is so shock that you just walk around in anime conventions looking like him!

He'll definitely ask you if you could cosplay with him, better say yes!

Hes having so many emotions cascading through his veins that he stopped working... Will ask you to do his makeup, he feels like you're better at it than him. Maybe if he got a small boost of confidence— he might take a photo with you both in cosplay.

Of course, Idia knows that youre a cosplayer and you dont actually look like that. He wont lie, you are pretty without your cosplays on (Ortho agrees too!). Hes having a lot of fun with you because hes not the only otaku around anymore! (Ortho's glad his brother has a friend now)

Professional catfisher goes vrrrooom!!

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ᴍᴀʟʟᴇᴜs ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴀ

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Oh? You're cosplaying Malleus? Hah! Prepare for Sebek's obnoxious loud speeches how it's so disrespectful to dress up (i doubt Sebek knows the word "cosplay" and just refers to it as "dress up") as his liege. Lilia will just laugh at the scene while Silver questions or sleeps through it, but really— Malleus appreciates the efforts you put into that cosplay. More time goes by, Sebek MIGHT warm up to your cosplay and admire it too! But he will never say that.

Lilia will also ask you how you manage to make Malleus' features, while you rant about the process you made to make his features (like his horns). Sebek might listen in, i mean— its Malleus we're talking here of course he'll be here.

Malleus does compliment your labour on the outfit, he knows that his clothes are complicated (even if its just his normal casual attire). Will spice your outfit more by putting some magical features here and there! Oh is your cape suddenly floating,, i wonder who put that there hm?

Lilia enjoys your cosplays, he asks if he could cosplay with you or make him a cosplay. Now you got two gremlins together doing dress up in a different font.

Silver likes your cosplay, hes sleepy so he doesnt get much out of it soo he's just there.

Malleus seeing you without your cosplay, hes impressed with your makeup skills at hiding your features. makeup is just a tool use for people to shapeshift at this point. Praises your beauty, definitely deserved that :)

Professional catfisher goes at it, SLAY

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➥ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ? ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇʜᴇ!

! ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ! ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴛ ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢʟʏ !

ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

[rosiarie]

2025 intentions

this year was a blur for me. i've died and been reborn more times than i can count. in all, 2024 was a year of change. i learned so many things, fell in love for the first time, and i've changed as a person. i was my most happiest and the most sad i've been. what i've learned is that time waits for no one, and in the time that i am alive, i want to live a life i am proud of. to be pure in the face of adversity is a strength i wish to keep. <3

here are my intentions for 2025:

quotidian:

wake up early - my earliest class next quarter is a 12 am, so i want to wake up early enough to eat breakfast at the dining commons and before the bathrooms are cleaned - around 9:10 am - to get ready for the day. i've noticed that my best days are the days i wake up early, wear a well-planned outfit, pack my bag diligently, and eat breakfast. i feel like i haven't wasted the day.

eat 3 meals a day - i struggled with eating breakfast as a first year my first quarter since i had a 10 am and breakfast closes at 11 am, so i skipped my breakfast every day. i only ate breakfast four or three times! counting weekends too. this is clearly unhealthy, and i noticed it took a toll on my health, sleeping schedule, and academic life.

sleep before 12 pm - my sleeping habits have been soso unhealthy and doom scrolling has just worsened it. i will allow myself the pleasure of still doom scrolling some nights, but i will not allow myself to sleep late anymore. it is very unhealthy, and it wrecks the rest of your next day, too.

journal daily - journaling daily was never one of those things i cared for. i've always cared about journaling, but i've always prioritized journaling as a weekly chore. i want to start journaling every night, at least three sentences, about something that stood out to me about the day. un petit souvenir à souvenir. i always journal in a narrative sense (i can make a post more on this!) rather than a "what i did today" which i am so glad i do because it makes reading back so much more fun!

read every other day - i've (so far.. there's still a few more days of 2024!) read 19 books in 2024, which to some may be a grand lot, but i have read so much more in the past! i do enjoy reading so much, but it feels more like a hobby now than a habit (which it used to be). i used to enjoy reading in the sense of just immersion, and i would pick any random story i was curious about. nowadays, i seem to find myself reading only one genre, which i want to change. in 2025, i plan to read more nonfiction texts and other genres; books that'll teach me things as well as novels for pleasure.

gym 4x a week - it's true what they say, physical exercise 100% helps boost serotonin levels and health in general! going to the gym more will help my mood, sleep, and confidence. i want to work on my body before summer, and look as good as i feel. i believe in myself to gain the body i want!

less partying - as a college freshman, you are kind of pressured to go out and party (mostly by your own fomo than from other people). it's what you think you're supposed to like. but i've come to my own conclusion that though partying can be fun, it's not something that i want to continue to do every friday. being hungover on saturday, not being able to do any work, and cramming all of sunday evening has been damaging to both my health and grades. i want to set my intentions of going out better, maybe once or twice a month when i know i can relax or genuinely want to. even if i feel like "i've earned it", if i don't really want to experience the side effects, i won't. that also makes partying during special occasions like halloweekend, st. fratty's day, and sorority/frat mixers to name a few more fun !

less entertaining things not meant for you - as a college freshman, i've had countless guys coming up to me, dming me, and asking me out. i either refrain from dming them back or softly reject them. but with some, i have talked to a little or gone on a date or two. though it's good practice, honestly, it was a waste of time. like any girl, i would love to have a caring and intelligent bf, but it isn't something i want to actively seek. my education and self-improvement have to be at the forefront of my mind, and i'm taking men out of the picture. until i meet the right man who meets all my qualifications, no matter how good-looking or charming a guy is, if his intentions aren't pure and his presence is not bringing actual value into my life, i'm not entertaining it no longer.

academic:

start early on new material before class - there was a girl in one of my classes last quarter that told me she would review the chapter before our prof went over it in class. i told myself, i'm going to do that now! but i never did. she understood the concepts soo well in that class, and i want to implement this trick to help me next quarter too!

pack my bag the night before - i'm always missing my hand cream or a water bottle in my bag when i pack it before class. doing this saves sm time and is much more efficient than running out of your door late!!

study everyday - no more cramming - i've always been a procrastinator and crammer. i fooled myself into thinking studying the few days before helped better, but honestly, that only helped my short-term memory retention skills. long-term understanding > short-term memory. i mainly want to study economics daily, but also languages, such as retaining french (non-native but fluent) and learning chinese (beginner!).

more study dates - now this can get a little iffy because sometimes studying with friends leads to being distracted from your work. but personally, i've spent my first quarter as a college freshman studying mostly with myself. i regret this so much because it is so fun when you do study with friends [that know when to lock in]. eating afterwards, getting a sweet treat, chatting a little, are all ways to keep yourself sane while studying.

anyways,

that's all for today. let me know what kind of posts you guys are interested in from me. this is my first "real" tumblr blog post, so pls be nice lol ! i would love to hear from you guys :) i will probably post 2-3x a week.

remember that you are protected. no weapon formed against you shall prosper. bisous!

[waltzingwithyourenemyattheball]

PICK A CARD: MANIFEST YOUR DESIRES---BIG MAGICIAN ENERGY!!

Left: 111; Right: 333

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🌸111🌸

To manifest your desires, use beauty. While you are showering, doing skin care and dressing up for the day, use affirmations. Even if it isn’t a fancy outfit or you would rather stay home. Still, dress up, you don’t need a reason, just dress for life, get ready for the day. If you are preparing breakfast, present it beautifully. I am seeing you should clean your room and re-arrange it an a different way, or even your home if you have the time. When you are reading or writing or just relaxing, put on candles and create a vibe. Weather it is jamming to music with led - lights, or something else, give into the beauty of things. Romanticize your life, give yourself roses for no reason and you’ll see your desires coming true. Butterflies are a sign you are on the path. 

For some- you have a dream of dominating the beauty industry- you need to study more, research more. 

COMMENT ‘111’ to manifest this! 

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🥀333🥀

To manifest your desires, surrender to complete healing. Be open to the loving, compassionate forces of the universe that support your physical, emotional and spiritual healing. Watch the sunrise and the sunset, its great if you can watch both. You need a serotonin boost. Just silent walks in the sun for 10 mins can do the trick, even better if you have a walking partner who cracks you up, laughter is your catalyst. And always remember: YOU ARE THE MEDICINE. All you need is to allow the healing to take place, rest is taken care of. 

COMMENT ‘333’ to manifest this!

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EL TAROT

[einsatzzz]

it's friday!!! after this it's holiday break for me, so i wanna be a bit more positive. tho i'm pretty sure i might just go straight to sleep later after work bc my energy is so spent, ive just been holding on and barely keeping myself tgt the last few days lmao ANYWAY!!!!!

a serotonin boost package arrived the other day hehehe i'm so happy ☺️☺️☺️💜💜💜 just like the rest of the merch that have been arriving lately, idk yet where i'll put them 🤣🤣🤣 but im letting them stay in my work desk for the rest of the week for now. hibari pls give me strength!

these cute little guys (+my cutie girl chrome) came with him too! they'll be staying in my desk as well 🥰🥰🥰 - unless my brother swoops in to take the mukuros hahahaha

i rlly need to set up a some kind of general khr x khre shrine dmbdmdbdnd i keep saying there's no space in my room anymore, but maybe...just maybe if there's a will there's a way??!! maybe i can MAKE the space or smth???? 😭🤣😭🤣😭🤣

[thebettybook]

🧸 The Best Babysitters for Mayday 🕸️

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Characters: Miguel O’Hara x Spider-hero!gn!reader (who’s not a native/fluent Spanish speaker or has rusty Spanish skills). Miguel and reader are in an established romantic relationship.

Strawbetty’s notes: I just needed some soft content of Miguel being a good uncle to Mayday so I wrote this fic :’)

Warning: Major ATSV spoilers ahead! Other than that, an all-fluff story

Song rec: “Glue Song” by beabadoobee ft. Clairo

Spanish used: “Por supuesto que te extrañé, mi cielo” (“Of course I missed you, my sky”; I used SpanishDict and am always open to feedback on the Spanish I use in my fics)

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You landed on Miguel’s floating platform with a thud! after slinging onto it with one your webs.

Miguel stood with his back to you, surrounded by his gold holographic screens that seemed more dim than usual. His shadow stretched behind him, illuminating a faint path for you to him.

“Hey, Mig—,” you called out, ready to ask Miguel if he wanted to join you for dinner.

“Shh,” Miguel turned around, a finger from his left hand on his lips. In his other hand, he held Mayday Parker.

The toddler was fast asleep, her breathing steady as she rested her head against his chest. Drool escaped her from lips and onto the crimson lines of the spider logo on Miguel’s Spider-Man 2099 suit, but Miguel didn’t seem to mind one bit. With his free hand, Miguel readjusted Mayday’s knitted red and blue Spider-Man beanie that was slipping off her head.

Your lips, parted in surprise, melted into a smile as you noticed the way Miguel tucked a stray curly strand of red hair away from Mayday’s face with the utmost care.

After a long day of wrangling anomalies and going on missions to different Earths (you went to at least five today), seeing Miguel with Mayday was just the serotonin boost you needed.

“Aww,” you whispered, making your way to Miguel. You leaned onto his side, resting your head on his left bicep. “Where’s Peter B?”

“Went to call his wife to tell her how much he loves and misses her,” Miguel rolled his ruby orbs, letting out what might’ve been the quietest sigh of frustration you’ve ever heard from him. “For the tenth time today.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to suppress your giggles, careful not to wake Mayday. “That’s so cute, though. I wouldn’t mind if someone told me they missed me today, too.”

You lifted your eyebrows, quirking a smirk as you shifted your eyes from Mayday to Miguel. He met you with a small smirk of his own before letting out a loving huff.

“Por supuesto que te extrañé, mi cielo,” Miguel leaned down to kiss your forehead. He couldn’t help but chuckle when your eyebrows knitted together as you tried to translate to yourself what Miguel said in Spanish (your Spanish skills were still kind of rusty but you were learning from Miguel).

“Ohhh.” It took you a minute to figure out what he said: “Of course I missed you, my sky.” You replied by cupping Miguel’s face in your hands, dotting airy kisses along his nose, cheeks, and jawline.

Miguel melted against your touch, leaning down to kiss your soft-as-clouds lips—

“Bah!” A babble from Mayday interrupted you and Miguel. The toddler, now wide awake, patted her cheeks at you.

“Do you want kisses, too, Mayday?” You cocked your head to the side, scooping her up from Miguel’s arms.

Mayday cooed, answering you with a toothy smile. Her adorable giggles grew in volume as you smothered her freckled nose and cheeks in kisses.

Miguel rested his hands on his hips as he watched you and Mayday. It was his turn to have the softest of smiles on his face. After a long day of leading the Spider-Society and making sure all was right with the multiverse, seeing you with Mayday was just the serotonin boost he needed.

“Hey, hey,” Miguel stepped forward, resting his chin on top of your head and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Save some kisses for me.”

Mayday took the opportunity to climb out of your arms and onto your shoulder, making her way up to Miguel’s shoulder behind you.

You and Miguel shared a chuckle as Miguel unwrapped his arms from your waist to keep Mayday safe on his shoulders.

As the two of you continued to look after a more-energetic-than-ever Mayday (with Miguel swinging around the lab via his laser webs with Mayday on his shoulders while you chased them using your own webs in a game of tag), Peter B returned to Miguel’s lab from finishing his phone call.

The Spider-Dad-of-one gazed up at the three of you with a grin a mile wide as he saw you and Miguel care for Mayday like your own.

Peter B knew that Miguel always cared for Mayday ever since Peter B first brought her to the Spider-Society, but it took a while for Miguel to outwardly show his affection for Mayday, especially with all the trauma and hurt that Miguel experienced in relation to losing his alternate dimension daughter Gabriella.

Now, seeing Miguel openly play with Mayday, with you by Miguel’s side, Peter B couldn’t help but think that it was a sign that Miguel was finally letting his loved ones enter and enrich his life; a sign that Miguel was healing.

“I think I found the best babysitters for Mayday,” Peter B hummed, turning to Miguel’s AI assistant Lyla, who appeared on Peter B’s shoulder in a glitch.

“I think you did, too,” Lyla winked as the two of them whipped out their phones to take pictures and videos of you, Miguel, and Mayday above.

Such adorable pictures and videos would be sent to you and Miguel (and maybe the rest of the Spider-Society) in a matter of minutes.

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[m0chisenpai]

platonic!lo'ak and platonic!neteyam fighting over who gets to spend the with reader but they end up getting lectured by the reader

You know how we all deemed Jake the ultimate girl dad? Well Readers the ultimate boy mom and writing her interactions with the boys boosts my serotonin so much

platonic!lo'ak x avaatr!black!reader x platonic!netayem

Netayem and Lo’ak had only a year year difference in age between the both of them. However, the two could not be any more different than how Jake was the sun and Neytiri the moon in your life. 

While Lo’ak was a thrill seeker enjoying his time with you and flying side by side diving off high cliffs just to soar before you grew close to the grounds, Netayem loved to hunt with you. He enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, the silence that fell as your prey came into both your sights. 

When they were younger both boys had no issues in sharing their time with you side by side. But they were getting older, your little ones were growing. They desired time with you and you alone which felt impossible with not only competing with one another but their sister as well. Sylwanin was one and needed attention from you the most. Your attention was split three ways now, but they could barely get one moment with you.

It hurt them. Because though you were not their mother by blood, you were still theirs. They latched on to you in an instant the second you entered their lives. But to see you slowly disappear from it broke both the boys' hearts.

Suddenly they wished they were young again, clinging onto you in the cool nights, hearing your lullabies as you caressed their scalps. Wishing you were there to press a kiss into a scrape or bruise. 

You and Neytiri had plenty of talks with both boys when you were pregnant with Sylawinn. That she was younger and needed just a bit more time with each of you. But that didn’t mean you loved them any less. They both held places in your heart that no one else could replace. 

To make sure the boys didn’t feel neglected you devoted certain times and days for one on one time with each boy. However, it seemed as though things reached a breaking point, because when your ears picked up the hisses and curses from their tent you immediately stepped in just before it had gotten physical.

“..stubborn headed jack a-!” Netayem hissed and Lo’ak returned the sentiment pupils dilated thin as knives and just as sharp as the words that followed. 

“Takes one to know one! Just cause your first born doesn’t mean she gets to see you first!” 

“And just cause you're younger doesn’t mean you get to cling to her either!!”

From the way the boys hunched their shoulders and began to lower themselves you were quick to hiss both their names and slide in between both before things got physical. “Enough!” Silence filled the tent as you looked between both boys. 

“Sit” your voice was a cool water, drenching the fire that had egan to grow between both boys who did so far from one another with you in the middle creating a curve so you could look at both boys and they faced one another. 

“You two are old enough to understand that is not how we handle things in this family.”

“But he!-”

“I’m not finished!” Both boys were silenced immediately, gazes focused to the ground. “I miss you both as much as you miss me. If I could spend the rest of my days with my boys I could. But you two must understand that you are big brothers now. Your little sister needs my attention and I can’t help that.” Their gazes lifted to meet yours, the sternness melted away as the love in your eyes melted the anger in their own. 

“It’s not fair” Netayem whispered with watery eyes, “I miss when it was just us.Now you're gone.”

And your heart broke as you opened your arms allowing both boys to press themselves into your boys where you held them tight pressing kisses to the crowns of their heads. “I know baby, my strong Tayem. My sweet Lo’ak. M’ so sorry babies.`` 

You held them close, let them cry and held the pieces together that they couldn’t.

“I promise I will do better to spend time with each of you. But you both must promise me you will tell me you are feeling this way, ok?”

“Of course sa’nok.”

“Promise sa’nok.”

[delphi-p0ssum]

So this is going to be the opening segment of Queens chapter 36, but I'm really proud of it (and need a serotonin boost) so I'm posting it early as a treat~

It also incorporates aspects of my own neopagan practice, so I hope you enjoy. ☺️

Cupid pulled the white linen hood over her head as she stepped into her grandmother's temple. Say what you will, she was nothing if not devoted. She lit the incense cones, placing them to either side of the small table that held the bronze bowl of seawater. She waited a moment, taking in a slow breath before extending a small burning twig of laurel and dropping it into the water.

“Xerniptosai” She murmured, and the water shimmered with Lustral energy. She took a small white cloth and began to wash her hands and face with the water, her ‘normal’ disguise melting away to reveal porcelain beneath. As she washed, she whispered “Kherniptomai, Kherniptomai, Kherniptomai… Hekas hekas este bebēloi… Apo apo kakodaimones!”

Once she was cleansed, she approached the grand frescoe of her Grandmother, depicted rising from the seafoam of her birth. Cupid clapped her hands, raising her palms in veneration.

“I call upon thee, Aphrodite Urania- Grandmother will you speak with me?”

There was a beat of silence, then a warm, loving embrace of light filled the temple space.

GRANDDAUGHTER, IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG- HOW HAVE YOU BEEN, MY DEAR SWAN?

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, crawling into Cupid's ears and making a nest in her mind.

“Grandmother, I'm worried that I may fail in my task, because I don't know what that task really is.” She folded her hands, lowering her gaze momentarily from the icon. “I thought I was sent to restore the rites of love and fertility in True Heart’s day, but now I'm not so sure.”

CHILD, IT IS NOT DONE YET. LOVE MAY BE GROWING ANEW BUT YOU STILL HAVE LESSONS TO TEACH AND BE TAUGHT.

Cupid just sighed, nodding with a solemn expression. “I miss you, and Father, and the whole family. I miss my friends and-”

MAYHAP A REST IS IN ORDER, SO YOU MAY BRING LOVE FRESH WITH RENEWED FERVOR?

“But Father said I must stay here until the task is complete?” She looked back up again. “I thought that meant-”

DARLING CHILD, I WON'T HOLD A MUCH NEEDED BREAK AGAINST YOU AND NEITHER WILL HE. COME VISIT HOME FOR ANTHESTERIA- YOUR AUNCLE HAS BEEN ASKING FOR YOU TO PERFORM SOME OF THE RITES NOW THAT YOU ARE OF AGE.

Cupid smiled. “I think… I think I will. Tell Auncle Dionysus I'm taking them up on the offer.” She nodded reverently. “Thank you, Grandmother.”

THANK YOU, CHILD.

[breakdownsbuttlights]

Thank you for hf Ratchet, he is a GIFT!!! Visiting your blog always gives me a little serotonin boost❤️

I've been struggling with post-covid health issues for a month. As I cough and stumble through the days I daydream about having Ratchet take care of me. I just want to bury my face in that chest (for medicinal purposes!)

I'm sorry you've been sick! You'll be pleased to hear that Ratchet's chest does indeed have curative properties. Or so says Drift, who had long covid and suffered terribly from fatigue and shortness of breath. The only thing that would make him feel better was the heavenly warmth of Ratchet's pectorals.

(Ratchet has his own recollection of events, which involves a lengthy course of medication and rest, during which he briefly feared Drift might not recover, given how sick he'd become. Fortunately he'd underestimated the healing powers of his chest.)