#sorry i havent been doing these lately i was (am) just so tired

[obnoxiousarcade]

im thinking again

[phillipsgraves]

i was tagged by the lovelies @jendoe, @corvosattano, @nightbloodraelle, @chuckhansen, @gwynbleidd, @leviiackrman, @marivenah, and @captastra to make some of my girlies in this cute picrew! thank you 💖

no tags bc brain scrampled egg but feel free to do this if you'd like!

🌿 maddie ortega (cod) | 📹 mags andrade (outlast)

✨️ pandora anthea (borderlands) | 🌻 aria lavellan (da)

[the-anime-man]

Been getting into d20 lately (unfortunate) more specifically fantasy high (mega unfortunate) but also other campaigns and it took me several days to realize that gorgug's last name is thistlespring and not thistlesprig, and at this point i refuse to change how i say it in my head anyways

[gaystardykeco]

the problem with vacation is that now in three days i have to go back to working and being alone the rest of the time and idk if i can handle it

[he-goes-down]

Idk if u do requests but can u do a rly good slash angst where maybe he says smth hiiigh n they get into argument and then make up sex

I DO REQUESTS DW BOOKIE

ILL TRY MY BEST I HAVENT DONE ANGST IN AGES

This is absolute dookie i apologize you can shoot me in the face with a bazooka if you wish

Masterlist

Love Lies

Pairing: Slash x reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected p in v and angst , argument, fighting, crying and mention of addiction

Second Person POV:

It had been weeks since you and Slash actually had a normal conversation or even done couple things. Since the realise of the album and the money racked in, he spent the money on drugs on booze and to town everyday, coming back home late and completely out of it. You were home alone most of the time, your quality time was gone. Any time together was gone.

It was 1 am. Again. You lied in bed, rubbing your fingers together. Nervousness. You tried to give him another chance and wait for him to return. You had enough of this waiting and stressing. You turned off the bedside light and turned on your side holding the covers with irritation.

3 am rolls around, you were in a sleeping, and anxious state. But it was finally getting to you being so tired that you could drift to sleep. As you drifted Slash had came in, drunk. Falling onto the bed, groaning and mumbling. You didn’t realise he was there until the bed creaked and he slumped an arm over your waist and tried pulling you closer. You groaned in annoyance and pushed his arm off you, shifting closer to the edge of the bed. He was confused, that drunken confusion turned into drunken anger. “Hey!” He shouted with a groggy groan. He tried to out his arms around you again but you pushed him off again with a-lot more irritation. “What the fuck is the problem?” He yelled. You quickly turned on the light next to your bed side and sat up to look at him. “Are you serious?” You asked with disgust. “The problem is you coming home every night at 3 am. Saul I don’t even see you during the day! At all!” You told him. Calling him Saul drove a stake through his heart and sobered him up real fast, you’d never call him that, and now he could see you were dead serious and angry. “But-…” “But fucking what? Hm? You need to be drinking so much? You need to be around all those girls 24/7? What happened to ‘your girl’?” You shut him up. He always called you his girl and showed you off to everyone he knew. But now it was like you were invisible and forgotten. “I’m… Sorry.” He sputtered. You just rolled your eyes and groaned a ‘mhm’. You got out of the bed, “I’m going to sleep on the couch. Night.” You said as you walked to the door. Slash speed and scrambled off the bed.

“No baby please…” He said as he grabbed you arm pulling you to stay. You tried to get your arm away from his grasp but he just didn’t let go. “Please.” He begged. Your eyes went from his hand that held you to his eyes. Sparkling with tears that were forming, his face laced with worry. “ I don’t want to hear it.” You said. But you wanted to, you wanted him to say sorry and everything go back to normal. But how would you know if it will turn back. “Please baby, I’m sorry.” He pleaded. Tears now falling down his cheeks. God you couldn’t do this when he cried. Fuck it broke you. You stopped struggling under his grasped and gave him a sincere look. You went to hug him and he hugged you back holding you tight. Crying into your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, I don’t want you to leave me.” He sobbed. You were about to cry as-well, but still so much rage was filled in you. “I don’t want too either.” You told him. Thoughts were still spinning in your head as to if he’ll change. But you gave him that chance. “I love you honey.” You kissed his cheek getting out of the hug. You then told him how you still needed to cool down and that he needed to start doing something about his drinking and partying problems. You were going to walk out if the bedroom again, but Slash fell to his knees and began. “Baby please, I need you with me now.” He said, his eyes still watery.

“I’ll make it up to you, right now.” He said as he pleaded. You looked at him quizzically. “I’ll help you…” He began to speak again. His hands now on your legs trailing your thighs. “Cool down.” He finished and he began kissing your bare inner thighs and then your clothed area. You whined, you missed the feeling of him pleasing you. This was definitely making up for it. He looked up at you, his fingers moving away the fabric of your short pyjama pants, and feeling your already wet cunt. “Oh god fuck.” You moaned as he slowly entered your pussy with his two thick fingers. Stretching you out as he watched your head fling back with lust. He began to pump in and out of you. Curling his fingers and pressing against your sweet spot, making your stomach turn and legs buckled. He smirked as he watched you moan his name. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine, and pushed you onto the bed. Spreading your legs and pulling your pants down with one swift move. Then putting your legs over his shoulders and planting his face onto your pussy. Kissing and licking your pussy. “Fuck-… Slash…” you moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair. Slash sucked on your clit as he put his fingers back into you. Finger fucking you whilst your wet coated his fingers and dripped down his big hand. You clenched around his fingers as his tongue flicked your clit, making you writhe under him as the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach grew stronger. “Oh fuck!” Your head flew back onto the bed as you came all over his fingers and moaned curses. He pulled out his dripping fingers and licked them, getting every last drop of you in his mouth. You sighed as he now crawled on top of you, kissing your passionately. Tasting yourself as his tongue found his way into your mouth. His hips grinding against yours, feeling his big hard on against your bare cunt. “Slash… please…” you begged against his mouth. Now it was your turn to plead for him. “What is it baby?” He asked as his kiss went to attack you neck. “Fuck me.” You said. You hadn’t had his dick in you in ages and your body was begging for him. “Anything you say doll.” He told you. Taking off his clothes and tossing it to the floor before positioning himself at your aching pussy. His dick was bigger than you had remembered, you whimpered at the sight of it. He slowly penetrating you and stretching your pussy out even more. “Fuck, I love you…” he groaned as you clenched tightly around him. His head slumping in the crook of your neck. His hands held your legs pushing it back into you to get the right angle to pound into you. You moaned as he bottomed out. He pulled out swiftly and pushed back into you, hips snapping and a loud slap echoed. You screamed as he perfectly hit your g spot, making you cry with pleasure. He groaned with each thrust into you, god he could cry again, just thinking that he would have lost this from his recklessness, how could he have ever gave you up. You were so perfect in his mind. You were his and he was showing the neighbours just how much you belonged to him. You moaned loudly with each deep and fast thrust. His cock twitching inside of you as he was reaching his end. “God baby, I’m gonna cum.” He sighed, you were too, he felt you clench hard around him as his thrusts got sloppy and you both came at the same time. You coating his dick with your slick and him coating your walls with his cum.

“I’m so sorry honey, I love you so much.”

“I forgive you baby.”

A/n: THIS IS MY WORST WORK EVER IM SO SO SORRY I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT BETTER 🙁 You can yell at me all you want I apologise 🤞

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hi I really love your writing!!

I have an Adora x Fem R request in which reader is a very shy and tiny but also an incredibly talented musician (she can play guitar and sing really well) who tends to isolate herself to play alone when she’s stressed out.

She is part of the best friend squad and she has a huge crush on adora but she’s a stuttering mess around her, and adora thinks she’s adorable and teases her to see her reactions.

One day Adora finds the reader playing and singing a love song (that she wrote for Adora) alone and she’s fascinated by seeing her so confident and in her element, so when r finishes Adora compliments her and asked her who the song was dedicated to and reader freaks out but then it all ends with a confession and a kiss.

Sorry if it’s dumb, you can just ignore the request if you want😅😅

I hope you have a great day!!✨

ummm a year late and i havent wrote adora in such a long time so i am more than happy to do this for ya anon!

The Guide To Confidence (You Must Have a Guitar) | Adora x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: It was a long day fighting for Etheria. You and Glimmer were at each other's necks and on top of that, Catra nearly pummeled you to the ground while you were distracted. After a much-needed shower, it was time to destress and the only way you could do that was in a corner of your room with your guitar.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, She/Her Pronouns, No Use of Y/n

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

You let your tired bones and sore body sink into your oversized beanbag chair. The fuzziness of the beanbag brushed against your calloused skin. Who knew accepting Glimmer's invitation to be a part of the best friend squad in grade school would cause you to fight the world with a princess, her best friend, and an ex-Horde officer? You sure didn't.

You grabbed your guitar from the side of the beanbag. This was often the place you resided in to play guitar, so instead of putting it up where it belonged, you laid it beside your chair for an easy pickup.

With one hand wrapped around its neck and the other around the belly, you warmed up by plucking and strumming the six-string instrument.

When you first started playing guitar, you didn't care to warm up. But as your skill advanced and your days were filled with fighting the enemy, you found that warming up was a great way to remind your body of your skill and to unwind faster.

As you pluck, strumemed, and occasionally tuned your intrustment to make sure you had the right sound, an idea popped into your head: Hey, why not flip through my songbook and sing the first one I land on?

It's been awhile since you sang a song from your book. Hell, it's been even longer since you wrote a song, but it would be fun to reflect back onto your memories.

After fifteen minutes of searching for the blue journal, you finally found it, sat back in your beanbag, and flipped through. The song you landed was a newer one. One you wrote maybe a couple of weeks ago.

You plopped the book open and onto the floor before strumming and singing along to the lyrics.

-

Oh, man. Adora whined as she scrubbed a towel on her head. The princess had just come from the showers where she needed not one, but three servants and guards to help get the gunk and goo out of her hair.

When did Catra have the time to curate a sticky slime that hardens just moments after it attacks its victim, Adora didn't know but dang, it's as effective as it is annoying.

Only in her leggings, top, and socks, Adora shuffled her feet down the hall. She continued to scrub and whine. Although her helpers did a superb job of getting the slime out of her hair, Adora felt as if it was still there and buzzing on her scalp.

Oh, no... what if Catra put a tracking device into it?! What if she's tracking me right now and planning her attack?! What if-- oh! What is that sound?

Adora's steps softened as she tiptoed up to your open room door. You were shy when it came to Adora, which first upset her seeing how you interact with Bow and Glimmer, but after careful observation, she figured it was because you had a crush on her.

At least, that was what she thought. She could be wrong, she tends to be egotistical sometimes, but you were always stuttering around her and looking up at her with those doe eyes of yours.

Adora wanted to squeeze you, wrap her arms around you, and twirl you around like her own personal doll. She even referred to you as her doll when talking to other people.

After figuring out, or blinding wishing, about your crush on her, Adora teased you a lot. She called you cute and adorable, got really close to you when she didn't have to be, and smirked down at you a lot all to see your flustered face and to hear your stutters.

Honestly, Adora didn't have to do anything to get you to stutter. You stuttered on your own around her. It kinda boosted her ego, just a little bit.

Because she's rarely heard you not stutter, she was amazed to hear how powerful and bold your voice is when it came to singing.

You're taking ownership of your musical talent with confident strums and notes. You're loud, but not too loud to annoy. Just loud enough to own the stage, as if you were on one.

Adora peeked her head inside of your room to see you engulfed by your beanbag and guitar. Your small fingers moved expertly on the frets of the guitar and the part by the hole. Adora never knew what that part was called. Does that part even have a name? Adora made a note to ask you about it later.

Obviously, the song meant something to you. You were singing with emotion and passion. It was similar to how you fought sometimes. You're strong and precise in your fighting style and you're just as strong and precise here too. It was like you made sure to go above and beyond in certain parts of the song.

Adora didn't know what came over her when you finished the song. All she knew was one second she was peeking her head into your room to be nosey and the next she was standing in the middle of your room clapping and cheering.

"Whoa!" she giggled. She continued to clap despite your efforts to shush her or usher her out of the room. "You're really good at singing and playing the guitar! Who would've known?" she continued to giggle and laugh.

Your heart was in your stomach when she clapped you out of your music trance. Your eyes must've been closed because you didn't even notice her come in. Let's just hope she wasn't listening too closely to the song.

"Th-Thank you! Goodnight now, Adora!" you exclaim, pushing her on her back. Adora wasn't moving at all. Maybe it was her stubbornness or maybe she was just stronger than you thought, but your pushes didn't even make her budge.

She was wearing socks! She should be sliding around the tiled floor like soft butter on a hot roll!

"Oh, wait now," Adora laughed. She turned around to face you and grabbed your hands. "You have to tell me what song that is! It's so beautiful and your guitar playing literally touched my soul. I didn't even know that was possible until right now."

Her childlike wonder about your song made it very hard for you to kick her out of your room. Who could say no to those blue eyes and blonde hair that just goes past her shoulders?

With a sigh, you look to the floor. "I... m-made it," you told her at a barely audible volume.

Adora's eyes bulged out of her head, and her jaw sank to the floor. "You made that?" she exclaimed. "No way! So, like, if you made that song which was obviously a love song, who was that song about?"

Despite having a hunch on who your crush is, Adora was still oblivious to the fact that was song was about her.

Come on, Adora. The song was literally an acrostic, (a name poem), about you!

"Uh," you stammered over your words. Your gaze was no longer on your floor but instead dashing to every nook and cranny of your room. You would look at anything, literally anything, to avoid her gaze right now.

With every movement of your eyes, Adora moved her head to meet your gaze. Maybe your stare would somehow reveal who the song was about. Perfuma? Entrapta? Oh! Maybe it was Glimmer! Or Bow?

"Come on," she whined. She squeezed your hands. Oh, yeah. You're still holding hands, by the way. "Can you tell me? I won't tell a soul. Shera's honor."

You met her gaze with a heavy sigh. You didn't believe that she wouldn't tell a soul; Adora can't keep a secret to save her life but those puppy eyes and pout were very convincing.

Adora could feel it. She could feel that you were about to spill her guts to her and it's all because she's holding your hands and pleading like a kid in a sword shop-- oh, update that phrase. Glimmer told Adora the right phrase was a kid in a candy shop. Not sword. (Thanks, Horde).

"The s-song may or may not be ab-about–" Oh, come on. You're so close! Just one more syllable. "you?"

Adora hummed. She took her hands out of yours and stroked her chin. Her? The song was about her? Meaning you actually do have a crush on her and she wasn't being delusional. Her lesbian crush on you was reciprocated and you liked her so badly that you had to write a song about her.

While her mind was spinning with different ways how to tease you about this, you stood in front of her sweating bullets. Did she not like that you wrote about her? What if your gaydar was wrong and she actually wasn't into girls? One, that would be a total loss for the gays and theys and two, would that mean the best friend squad finally had a straight person in the friend group? Interesting.

Moments of silence later and Adora was still stroking her chin with an unrecognizable look of her face. Sweating out your armpits and soon the back of your shirt, you decided you couldn't take it anymore.

"I-I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable!" you yelped to her. Adora murmured a "huh?" but you were too in your own world to hear it. "If you want me to destroy the song, I will! I-I'll take the book, rip-rip the pages out, and then throw it in-into the dumpster and light it on fire! I swear! I'd do that!"

Your tangent of accidentally offending Adora and destroying your song threw Adora for a loop. Why would she be upset? Why would she want you to destroy the song?

Adora hasn't heard much music in her life, but your song was the best thing she's ever heard. Destroying that would deny the world of art and Adora was one for the arts.

The blonde tried calling your name and speaking to you to snap you out of your tangent, but you were in too deep, nothing would be able to pull you out.

Out of words to say to get you out of it, Adora took matters into her own hands. Literally. She cupped your warm cheeks and pulled you in close to her body.

Your breath hitched and shook as she caught you by surprise. Her breath was warm yet cool, thanks to the minty freshness of her toothpaste and mouthwash. She was a winter mint person. You took note of that.

Just centimeters apart and your eyes staring into each other's, you were surprised you were the first one to speak. "Why'd y-you do that?"

Adora shrugged. Her eyes danced between yours. "I don't know," she whispered. "I just need a way to shut you up." You went to pout, but the sound of Adora's chuckle stopped you from doing so. "No, I don't mean it like that. I mean that I want to tell you something but in order for you to hear what I gotta say, you gotta stop talking first. You think you can do that for me?"

No words came out of your mouth as you hummed and nodded.

Adora smiled endearingly, her eyes slimming and her cheeks puffing up. "I like you too," she whispered. "Have for a while. I like the song and I'm not offended or weirded out or even grossed out by you writing about me. I think it's cute. You put what you want to say into a song. You're in touch with your emotions and music and I think that's beautiful."

Were you dreaming? You had to be. Your biggest crush of all time had your face in her hands and was telling you that she had a crush on you. You! The stuttering girl who could only say what she wanted through song. She liked you. She really liked you.

"If... If you like me... then why didn't you kiss me?"

"Huh?" a soft chuckle escaped past her lips.

"I mean, if you like me, you should've kissed me to get me to stop talking. Not just grab my face."

Adora smirked, tilting her head to the side. "Oh, yeah? Is that how this is supposed to go?" You gave her a little chuckle and nod. "Okay, well, if you must know, I didn't kiss you because I wasn't even sure if you wanted to be kissed by me. You know, consent?"

You grinned. You put your hands on top of hers. "If kissing me is the only way to shut me up, then you have the consent to shut me up anytime."

Adora's smirk only grew. Her blue eyes shined and sparkled in the lighting of your room. The moment she's been dreaming of ever since she laid her eyes on you was finally coming true.

She leaned in and you met her in the middle to have your lips touch. Both lips were soft on each other. While hers tasted like mint, she thought yours tasted like caramel. You were always sneaking into the kitchen to get late-night candies.

A day that was full of fighting and disputes ended with a night full of songs and confessions.

WC: 2,002

[grrw--boy]

•Sweat dreams•

Morpheus takes care of his sleepless lover♡ (morpheus x gn!reader)

Prompt: so many things got pilled up so you're unable to sleep properly for the last days, and morpheus decides it has been enough.

Tw: anxiety, trauma(?, fluff, comfort.

Its has been a hell of a month, maybe even a hell of years.

You'd haved never had a peacefull life, but lately life seems harder than ever, days feel longer and even more tiring, that not even the soft carress of my lover seems to erase the frown on my face.

Morpheus, dream, my love, he has always helped me feel normal, calm, wanted. So i cant help but feel guilty of being so distant from him lately, knowing full well he always tries to help me in any way he can.

But i cant really help it, can't i?

Work has been anything but gentle, with the amount of late doing work i have, im almost restless, not really taking breaks ethier.

Morpheus was anxious, scared even, he knew your work was tiring but this looks extreme.

Its been days since he saw you in your dreams before youd woken up a few hours later, and even in your own dreams you looked exhausted with dark eyebags and a marked scowl on your pretty face

So he had enough

Everyone has bad days so he though youll be okay in a few days, but it has been weeks, so he decided to visit you when he finally had time to. As this not only worried your fisical state but your mental state too.

He remebers years ago when youll end breaking down in his arms, telling him how you couldnt go on like this in tears.

He'd never wish to see you so sadly lonely again, it would personaly pain him too much.

So after he had remotily finished his work he was running to see you.

You where comsuded by another work fit at 3 am when you heard a knock to your aparment door, in confusion of who might be visiting, you shouted a wait to the door while stoping your work and rushing to the door*

"Who is it?" You move your hair to look more presentable trough your stress.

"Its me dear,-" at hearing his voice after so much time you open the door without second thougth, not letting him finish his phrase, seeing your certain tall, blue eyed lover.

"-morpheus." He chuckles at your eageress to see him, but quickly noticed your tired look, unsurpsingly.

"My dea-" "morpheus!, what are you doing here?, so late... is everything alright?" Your voice quickly changes to worry while you question the reason of his visit.

"No, no, dear, everything its okay i just..." he sighes before saying "missed you, we havent seen eachother in a few weeks and i have noticed you havent being coming to the dreaming a lot ethier" he finishes while coming inside as you opened the door more for him to come in.

"Yes i- i have been busy lately, im sorry love, i think i didnt realise we havent seen eachothee in that much..."

"Theres nothing to be sorry about my dear, i know you're stressed, i want to help you" he notices the amount of work in your desk "and its quite late too, you need rest, and love. come on to bed now" he holds your arm to the bedroom.

"B-but morpheus! Theres to much to fini-" "no, to bed now, tomorrow youll finish your chores, when you're well rested"

You sigh giving up, as you cant convice the dream lord of anything especially about your care, and because the offer didnt sound so bad.

Morpheus gides you into bed before turning of the lights in the office, going to laid with you and give you your well needed rest. He goes to hold you as you get more comfortable next to him, already feeling sleep taking over you while feeling dream kissing your forehead and rubbing your head as you cuddle with him.

Before you knew it you were magicly falling asleep in your lovers embrace, feeling some beat of calmness in a long time, before hearing some soft whispers of your lover, knowing youll get some enticing dreams tonight

"Sleep well my love, ill see you in a moment".

[baenniezz]

prompt list

i only write for these jjk characters: gojo satoru, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro , nobara kugisaki, yuta okkotsu, maki zenin, inumaki toge, geto suguru, shoko ieiri, utahime iori, noritoshi kamo, todo aoi, choso kamo, and yuki tsukumo.

i do NOT write:

incest, stepcest, ped0philia, smut, age gap, yandere, and non con (r4pe).

i have a prompt list but you can request something that’s not on the prompt list (that i am comfortable writing). i will add more prompts overtime <3 all of my prompts are based on some of my fav songs ><

prompts can be requested written, as a smau, or both. the prompt can also be flipped. ex: if the prompt is “they always had a crush on you since childhood”, you can request for it to be “you’ve always had a crush on them since childhood” you can also request multiple characters for a single request, just not multiple prompts.

prompts are also color coded. red=angst, blue=crack, pink=fluff, orange=platonic, and purple=suggestive.

1. i just wanna be yours

after long days of pining for you and hinting at their ‘crush’, you remain oblivious. one drunken night loosens their tongue, and they become straightforward enough for you to get the hint.

2. would you spare me your voice if i call?

they’ve moved even further from your reach, being claimed as someone else’s when you worked so hard to make them yours. naturally, you drift apart, never to spare the other another word. that is until you decide to come clean and confess despite their relationship.

3. when you know, you know.

how long will it take for them to admit their love for you? they deny it all day long, but deep down, they ask themselves the same question.

4. i gave up on being pretty, i wouldn’t know how to be alive.

you always wear make up. you’re disgusting without it, right? they seem to think otherwise.

5. im sorry im the one you love.

you never learned to love you properly. amongst all the books, there were no manuals titled “how to love”. but you did love them, you knew you did. but maybe they’re better off without the relationship. you don’t give them everything they deserve. right?

6. just don’t leave me alone wondering where you are.

you’re worried sick. they havent answered their phone for days. they’ve been ignoring you, waiting for you to lose interest and forget about them. can’t they see how much you love them? of course they do. this is precisely why they did what they did. that can’t have a normie like you getting mixed in their line of work.

7. i am stronger than you give me credit for.

why do they act like you’re some weakling? you’re just as strong as them! they have no right to look down on you. you dont need protection all the time.

8. im getting really fucking tired.

why risk your life for the cause of curses anyway? whats the point of becoming a jujutsu sorcerer? maybe suguru geto had a point. they’re determined not to let you spiral, but you’re already too far gone.

9. im not a crook!

you two have a tradition. every time the two of you sleepover at each others dorm/place, you steal one thing, and depending how long it take for them to notice determines what they owe you. last night, they spent the night at your place/dorm, and it took you a few days to notice what was gone. you owe them something now, and what they ask for isn’t what you’re expecting.

10. would you kill me, jerusalem?

you chose the opposing side. you’re different, unrecognizable now. how late is too late to realize your ex lover is the one you’re about to kill?

to be added..

[study-core-101]

Hii your blog is so inspiring and helpful ❤

I don't know if you already posted about this but I want advice :D

I'm studying the equivalent to High School in my country (two years only) and I'm trying to strive more. Lately I have realised that I never have free time. I spend the afternoons studying, then I have dinner with my parents, watch something on TV, go to sleep and at those hours I'm so tired that I don't have the energy to do anything else I enjoy. Meanwhile, I see my friends and others at my class going out, going to extracurriculars, getting things done faster...

I've always had the feeling that I only do the things I like during summer break.

I can't help but wonder how am I gonna do when I'm in collage (if I actually get there)!

I would like to ask you if you had any advice, or tips about managing time etc

Pd: sorry if this was too long, personal or if I made any gramatical mistakes lol

Hii, sorry it took me so long to answer! From what I heard, it sounds like so kind of burnout. I'm no expert on this topic, so I'm going to leave the links of the sources just in case! (x) (x)

One of main components it's exhaustation. Feeling tired all the time and having no energy. Not only it impacts the mental and physicial health, but the perfomance. This usually stems of being always "on", overwork culture/mentality, pressure (whether internal or external) and the dislike of the tasks. What I recommend is:

Actually rest. Do activities that make mentally rest or dont do any activity, just take some time for yourself. Listen to your favourite music, take a bath, do some breathing exercise. Relax. Here are some more mental rest activities.

Dont beat yourself for resting. A lot of times, we "rest" but it isnt actually rest, because instead of focusing on yourself you are worrying about not doing anything productive 24/7. That looks like rest, but it isnt, it is just more tiring. All the toxic productivity mentality has to go.

Schedule time to do nothing. Establish clear moments for resting.

Take breaks.

Prioritaze tasks. Yes, we all want to have everything done perfectly and complete, but sometimes that is just impossible. The best way to classify them in order is 1) urgent and important; 2) not urgent but important; 3) urgent but no important; and 4) not urgent not important.

Have a good sleep schedule.

Drink water and eat all your meals

Find a hobbie or something you are passionate or at least midly interested on. Something that fills you with joy and seek to. At the beggining it will feel like a waste of time, but once you find something, well, let's just say, try it.

Another thing is the mindset. Negative thinking is unmotivating and tiring. Switching to a more possitive mentality does wonders.There are a lot of ways to reframe negative thoughts, I'm not familiar with most of them so I cant really explain, but here is an article that explains on detail how to do it.

Even though exhaustation and mentality are key to feeling burn out, inefficiency also has an important role. There are millions of study methods, but not a single one works for every person. Maybe you use a "good" study technique, but it isnt the right one for you. I'd recommend trying new ways of studying you havent tried before, see if at least one works for you. I'm going to honest with you, I dont know a lot of methods, since i found the one that works with me I havent tried new ways, here is a list of study methods with explanations that I'm using to draft future posts. Here are the links for the posts are posted about blurting, feynman and pq4r, if any of those sound helpful.

SELF CARE!!!!! Self-care is so important. It's been a common theme in this post, but I will repeat it once more, take care of yourself.

If these are also helpful, I'll leave the links for previous posts about motivation to start, motivation in general, and a reward system for motivation. Not all the tips in those posts will work, actually, some of them may contradict with what I just said, but I posted them with a different situation in mind. Take the tips that will help you and ignore the ones you think will just make it worse.

Hope this helps and good luck!

[nooxly]

So like I‘m totally new to this whole “posting literally anything to social media” thing but theres something thats been really ruminating in my brain about UTY’s plot and I have nobody to rant to on this particular topic so…

There are obviously some issues with UTY’s plot that I’m mostly comfortable ignoring cause I am very fond of the game and it’s characters (this is an understatement) but one i can’t ignore is ceroba injecting kanako with the serum. I’m not going to dissect word by word cause i’m lazy but the gist is that ceroba injected the serum into kanakos soul because she was desperate and… tired I guess? Most of us would likely agree that that reasoning is flimsy at best, especially when

A) ceroba loves her daughter (I don’t think i have to divulge there) and

B) Chujin explicitly told her NOT to involve there daughter

So an alternate solution to fixing this plot point without actually changing much of the rest of the story at all is just… changing how kanako died slightly.

Ceroba leaves the door to the basement(?) open one night (maybe to grab something or check on something) assuming that kanakos asleep. Her excuse being that she was tired would work much better in this scenario. And we’ve already been shown kanako listening in on her parents conversations, as well as her walking in on her mother working in the basement in canon. So…

Kanako walks into the basement after her mother leaves. She wants to know just what’s been making her mom so tired lately, wants to know why she’s been up so late so frequently. She’s tried asking but her mom always avoids the question or comes up with a flimsy excuse. She sometimes hears her mother through the bedroom door long past her usual bedtime though, and decides to investigate. She finds the basement doors wide open, and decides the answer to what’s been keeping her mom up so long must be in this room. She goes inside, not comprehending much of what she sees. But then she sees the tapes. She watches them, and after getting over the initial shock of seeing her father again, she makes the same decision as in canon. But she knows her mother would never agree to do it, so she finds the serum and decides to inject herself with it. Ceroba finds her moments too late, lying on the floor unresponsive, the needle right next to her daughter cracked, empty, and discarded.

So kanako is still dead during the time UTY takes place, ceroba still feels intensly guilty but doesn't come across as a complete idiot, and kanako gets a bit of added characterization.

Sorry this is so long, just really wanted this all out there cause i havent seen this scenario mentioned, and I looove talking about alternate scenarios (really shocking from an undertale fan I know truly breaking the mold here)

[maudlin-scribbler]

I drew Noel!

Sorry I havent really posted ive been going through it haha. I guess the stress from school finally caught up to me and ive been just so tired. Like so tired I havent been able to even talk to my friends or people here on tumblr. I still am but I wanna post more so Ill try to(sorry if you reached out to me and i havent responded I will try to get to it)

Anyway sorry if its bad. I drew him from memory on a whim(and im terrible at remembering how faces look like, guess im sorta face blind??). These days I've mostly been sketching out traditionally instead of doing it digitally for reasons. Also I'm more interested in the greek myths lately so perhaps I'll post about that.

[brawlite]

hello!! i come seeking advice - how do you know when a fic is finished and to put down the pen? i'm currently writing a fic after a long dry spell but i think it's done and yet can't stop going back to fuss over it instead of just posting. and every time i do add something new but it's like. changing a few words here and there and yet i do tire of the fic. i feel as if i am in writing purgatory

AAAAA fuck i'm so sorry i meant to answer this earlier and then totally forgot. gosh. yikes.

anyway—it's sometimes real fucking difficult to know when something is done. you asked this right after i posted a fic that i had been sitting on for months thinking it needed thousands of more words, and that seemed daunting as hell—when in fact it really only needed to be wrapped up with a couple hundred more words and a bow.

that's my suggestion, though: sometimes you just need some time and space away from something to see how close it really is to done. if you can't tell if it's finished, make yourself stop, take a step back, and then come back to it in a bit. or, if you're in a rush, do something that puts some distance between you and it—print it out. put it into a different font. read it on your phone. put it in an ao3 draft and pretend its not yours. any number of things, just pretend it's done!

as for endings themselves (which i don't think was your actual question, but): maybe think about it different ways, like—would i like it more if it ended this way, that way, if i added a whole thing here? if i changed all the prose there? and/or my personal favorite: what if i lobbed some off the end and ended it early.

and sometimes, even if you think you're not done but can't tell? you probably are. toss that sucker out into the world and let it soar. it's ready. a few words here or there won't change it. and if you really want to, you can always come back and change more words later. that's a tried-and-true fandom thing: the rewrite.

anyway, i'm sorry this is late. i hope you figured this out and have posted by now. but if you havent, i hope you've now had the time to be able to make this call! let that baby be free!

[starsh1ne-va1ly]

The sun in my galaxy ✷

Poetry by Val ©starsh1ne-va1ly

Theme; A person who loves the summer starts to hate it over time. TW Implied suicide (the sun explodes) angst,hate///Implied (plantonic) love story. Not proof read!!! Missing something? Tell me! Authors note; I hope you like it! Tell me something i can do better, please! This is self insert but can also be imagened with you fav! <3

It's summer, everybody loves it. You go outside and enjoy the nice warmth. You have lots of fun and try to spend as much time outside as possible, you can't get enough.

You belive it's the best time in your life, you don't want it to stop. Can't it just stay summer forever? Its warming, fun and you can go out for hours on end without fearing the dark. The sun is friendly, kind, warm and shines so bright, almost blinding. It brings light in even the darkest corner of your room. You don't need to use any other lamp anymore. Hopefully this summer will never end, no summer has ever been as great as this one, you're sure about that.

But don't forget to be carefull. Because the sun can burn. Stay out too long with no protection—suncream, water and you'll get sunburns, blinded by the bright light. You've been warned.

And that's when you get it, that's when the fun ends. You'll find the sun annoying. Why didn't she leave yet? Can't you see? It should be autumn. You get frustrated. I don't want to see the sun anymore! Its light is everywhere and too hot, you need the dark too. You haven't seen rain in ages. You sleep less, the sun is going down very late. You have enough. You can't stand her no more. You don't go outside. You close the curtans, use sunglases, caps and just try everything possible to get out of her bright shine, out of her way. Just away from her, shes gotten too much.

But darling, my darling. You've been warned, havent you?

The sun leaves. Her bright shine supressed, odd, tired. You don't notice. Going out, you'll find what you have desired. But at what costs? Alone in your room. You don't see. You can't see what happened. You're late— very, too late. The sun explodes. Gone. Forever. And you can't do nothing. You haven't noticed. Too late you saw the catastrophe and you regret not seeing it sooner. If the sun leaves, then who will bring back the light in your life? Nobody. And who will warm you on now cold days? Nobody. Too late. Too late, you noticed too late. The only thought of you was to get away. Away from her. The only light in your poor life. 8 minutes too late. The sun explodes and you can't change that, not taking back your words. Not bring back her shining. That's it. That's the end. The sun leaves and your left alone in the dark that you feared so much. But that was what you wanted, wished right? Egoistic human. You didn't care to protect yourself, now that's the result. Delusional you push the fault onto fate. And even if you didn't you couldn't take back your cruel words, those words that destroyed her.

And the words i wished to hear, are those who will never reach my ear.

My darling, i am sorry. You were the sun. You were my sun. And now, stupid as i am, i wish for you to return back to me. But you don't. Youre gone. Gone long ago. And now, and just now i am sitting here. Freezing, hoping to meet you again in hell where you would be my punishment, burning me for eternity. Because that's what i need, that's what i get—deserve for taking you in for granted. Youre the main point in my life. The sun in my galaxy, warming me with your light. The star i needed to survive. You are the sun and i am the human. I should have known my place.

I own this poem, so dont steal or repost anywhere without my permission. Also english is NOT my first language, be kind.

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[anna-lunataiyo]

December 11th 2023,

Sorry I havent posted in like months but I just got kinda busy and forgot to update. I’m currently working on my exhibition for school. My exhibtion is in like 4 days, really hating it tbh. I’ve been super tired lately and i’ve beeen really over and out of it. The grade 9s at my school smell so unbelivibly bad and are so rude and obnoxious. Not to mention this one subsitute who’s literally decrepit. She’s so annoying and doesn’t know how to teach, trust. I know i just mentioned it but I’ve been super eepy and dont know how to fix it. Lowkey running on fumes.

I can’t belive this year is almost over. I feel like it just started. I don’t feel as old as I am but I think that has a lot to do with Covid. Time is not real.

My teacher went into cardiac arrest. Now he’s on indefinite leave. Tbh I don’t think he’s gonna make it but I guess he should live for his child. He gave us like 2 goodbye speech as if he was dying that day. I guess this is karma for him calling me out about using grammarly ai to finish an essay that was due the next morning.

If he dies i’ll keep you posted.

All Love, Good day.

[lawnmowereater]

not sure if u done anything like this but aizawa having a sibling or daughter. Like a younger sister or daughter who he teaches and do some type of angst with them. Like him not paying much attention to her or she’s caught doing something (like smoking,drugs). Something like that. Thank you

Aizawa Catching His Younger Sibling Sm-king

Authors Note: yes i can, thank you for requesting! and sorry if this is bad. (also this is not my gif)

Warnings: Sm-king

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Gn! Reader

your aizawas little sibling, and your in his class.

and recently, youve picked up sm-king

but sm-king isnt allowed in the building, so you have to do it secretly

and today is no different

your just chilling in your dorm, sitting in the window and sm-king

your thoughts are racing a million miles an hour, and this feels like the only way to calm them down

but you're hacking and coughing a lot, no matter how hard you try not to

its 1 am though, so you think that nobody is awake to hear you

except a tired hero, who just got done grading papers named aizawa

hes walking back to his dorm to go to bed

and he passes a dorm room, that smells awful, like skunk

he hears somebody coughing, pretty badly

and he knows that the person inside that dorm isnt sleeping

he opens the door slightly, to see whos inside

and he sees you, his own little sibling, sm-king on the window sill.

almost immediately, he runs up and grabs the thing that you're sm-king (i know nothing about dr-gs sorry)

your startled and by instinct, you go to swing at him

but right before you hit him, you see aizawas concerned and angry face staring right at you

"kid, what the f-ck are you doing?"

hes actually really pissed, but hes too tired to show it

you try to tell him that its just a one time thing, but aizawa can see all the used dr-gs all around the room (again in sorry i dont know anything about drugs)

"i know damn well that this isnt a one time thing, dont lie to me. why are you doing this?"

your shocked. you thought that aizawa would yell and scream at you for sm-king, but hes just worried

eventually, you just let everything out

you vent about everything that's been bothering you, how you got the dr-gs, how you used them, etc

and aizawa just listens, without a single judgmental look or saying

and when your finished, aizawas eyes look glassy with tears.

but hes holding them back for you

"thats awful, im sorry that i wasnt here for you. but, you know that dr-gs are the best way to deal with this, right?"

you nod your head slowly

"but, its too late now. and im going to help you. im here for you, and im not leaving"

you look at him confused and you ask him how

"im gonna help you quit, and you are not in this alone.. i know that i havent been the best older brother, and im sorry. but i will not allow you to struggle with this alone for any longer"

he rubs your head and tries to give you an empathic smile, but hes not great at it

aizawa takes out his phone and together, you research good ways to quit.

[lxnarphase]

hey lunar :] was off of tumblr for a few days hru !! and wdym ur posts got flagged :0 I ALSO DIDNT SEE THAT RECENT ONE W THE LIPSTICK TODAYY REBWJSNWJ what happened? TT hope uve been well tho :> tbh yesterday was kinda emotionally tiring ughhh (where’s nanami when u need to be taken care of fr) (or gojo? choso or hiromi…..)

- 🧸

a BUNCH of my posts got marked as mature all at once and it was really really weird- BUT im not too iffied by it, i just think it means my blog is being surpressed for the alorgithm, dare i say shadow banned since it seems i havent been showing up on my own dash or even in the tags lately

BUT i hope it'll be fixed soon, i have been working on a bunch of asks and am just waiting to see if anything changes soon and if not i'll just post them anyways

but its so good to see you again 🧸 nonnie!! i hope you've been taking care of yourself, i'm sorry you had a rough day and if theres anything i can do to help, i'm all ears 🤍