#tips and suggestions are appreciated

[jack-the-fool]

[retquits]

fields of mistria emotes part 2!! 🌻 [part 1]

high res versions here, free to use with credit! 🫶

[literaryvein-reblogs]

When are you updating the masterlists? No rush tho! 😊

All edited :)

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[satansknitwear]

Sweet treats 💖💖

~ Treat me nice ~

[ghostboyhood]

i wanna write a saw fic.. if anyone has any suggestions pleaseee do tell!!

[3lji]

happy friday beloveds ♥️ it’s easter where i am and everyone takes it very seriously because it means they get four days off 😂 i’m working tomorrow but i was off today and will be sunday-monday which is so very exciting!

i just got paid and immediately spent so much money on jewellery. help.

the new chapter was cute just for the interactions and just made me all warm 🥰 i wish i had the energy to write fic but i shall simply have to beg someone else to do it. i just adoreeeeee how tender tian has become with his little mo 🥹🙏🏻 he’s so in love it’s a bit painful to watch

please rest well and do something for yourself xox

[armandaughter]

hi tumblr !! so i am taking on too much. does anybody have genuine tips for people with chronic pain/illness balancing being a full-time student who works around 35ish hours a week? i fear i'm only 23 hours deep and my body already cannot handle it

[cintipede]

i want to stop shying away from writing descriptions/image IDs for my art but i dont know how to write them competently :^( if anyone got any tips... pls

[b-blushes]

degrading ability to spell, type, and think of appropriate words is a strange indicator of migraine to me that i cannot think too much about because that's scary. but also i guess drs are trained to not show 'that's scary' so they don't freak patients out but i feel like some things could use a bit of 'that's scary' from a medical professional. for me personally.

[timelesslords]

Y’all were not joking about breaking in docs 😭 my sister gave me an unworn pair she couldn’t return and one lap around my block had my limping with the biggest blister of all time on my heel how does anyone do this

[puppyduckster]

One of these days I want to try to learn a second language again.

When I was in elementary-high school(I am American), taking a French/Spanish/Latin/etc(the second language classes can vary depending on the school) was offered/often required, but I never really felt like I actually retained any of the information. A lot of times it felt like it was more about memorizing a bunch of vocabulary for a test and then just forgetting about it after it was done. I took some German classes in HS, but I barely remember anything because it was extremely hard to actually learn anything(the class was very distracting and the teacher spent more time yelling than teaching sometime).

That being said I really do wish my schools had done a better job at teaching a second language, because it’s a skill I wish I had. I don’t know what language I’d want to try to learn(maybe either German again or French or Spanish), but it is something I want to try and start working on again soon.

[k16is]

i went thru hell rendering this 😭😭😭😭

[bisexualbaker]

#if you’re doing large batch pipe work with a thin enough batter #you can negate a lot of the squeezing by just filling the bag all the way up and letting gravity do most of the work #I do this mostly if I’m piping a bunch of macaron shells / fillings but things like flood icing works too #also the links advice for kneading is simply to use a machine lol #but if for bread dough u can sub up to half the kneading by just doing stretch and folds every half hour gently #and putting weight through the shoulders to the heel of your hand #any recipe that asks you to smoosh cold butter into flour between your fingers? #just grate it. grate the cold butter #grate half and cube up the other half small

Thank you for these extra tips! These ones are new to me, and I'm particularly excited by the butter-grating suggestion.

Other people have also made a lot of really good and useful suggestions in the comments on the post, and in the reblogs here! I've done my best to collect them under my "more tips" tag, but I haven't had anything in particular to add to it in a good while now, so I'm grateful for the excuse to call attention to it again 😉

I luckily haven't had to deal with much chronic pain or hand pain yet, especially with regards to baking (crochet is another story). That said, these look like some pretty solid tips! There's also some in the comments section.

[soup-of-madness]

Prompt - “blinded by religion”

Preface Perfect. We were made in Our Lord’s image and must honour the image of Our Lord. The Lord’s image cannot be tainted, must be perfect. This is scripture. This is what is taught. This is law.

Superior. We were made as bipeds, with opposable thumbs and coherent speech. We were made for the ability to walk, create tools, legibility. We are proven superior to other life. This is written. This is what is taught. This is law.

Intent. We were made for Our Lord. We have the purpose to uphold Our Lord’s will. To honour. To respect. This is decreed. This is what is taught. This is law.

Chapter 1 Rain. Such a blessing from Our Lord yet such a nuisance. Edmund had some strange thoughts about the nature of precipitation. It was intriguing. He always said that rain is calming in the same way that the deep ocean is terrifying. Thalassophobia, I believe it is called, yet I have always found the unknown enticing. Like the lair of the sleeping dragon to the brave hero. Bravery was another thing that tickled my brain. Many people who are considered brave are fearless. They are not one and the same, though regrettably, are used interchangeably. To be brave is to stare the dragon in the eyes, to be scared of the consequence and continue. To be fearless, well, is just a lack of fear. The berserk was fearless and charged the citadel armed with only a knife. Can you see the difference yet? Similar to being peaceful and harmless. If I am harmless I cannot harm you. If I am peaceful, I do not intend to harm you.

I looked away from the driving rain. My eyes flicked around the pristine room. My immediate connotations when someone describes a room as pristine are of bland, dead whites. Thoughts jump to bare whitewashed walls, empty asylum hospital beds and the smell of disinfectant. That was not this room. If I was asked to describe the room I sat in, I would tell you it was clean, not obsessively, but… clean. This room had minimal decoration, but as soon as you entered you would see the bright red anorak on a hatstand by the door. A stark pop against the dull browns of wood and the off-white of the walls. I moved away from the window, which I had seemingly gravitated towards again. I wandered aimlessly through the room into the kitchen, flicking the kettle on to boil. I perched on the worktop, sat cross legged. The counter was always immaculate. Murmuring a thanks over my biscuit as I dipped it into my tea moments later.

I could still hear the rain, hammering down on the skylights. The room was well lit, with the gray light filtering in. I think if you made rain-light a colour, it would be a cold, blueish gray-green, not as dark as most blue-greens like teal but the green of an overexposed photo or something similar. I sipped my tea slowly, feeling the warmth seep out into my body. I looked around the room, the cold light illuminating Edmund, who had made an appearance. He dipped his head, in his odd way, it was a greeting, almost a hello if you will. I nodded back, Edmund was always comforting to be around, “Hello,” I smiled, reaching over and flicking the kettle on again “how are we doing today?” He smiled back, leaning against the opposite counter. He told me he was alright, how he had been working on some piece of work, or something, my mind wandered, and he trailed off. I poured the boiling water over the tea, steeping the leaves, emptying the strainer. Milk. Sugar. Grace. Sip. Sugar? I turned to the empty room, offering the sugary tea to the lack of Edmund. I sighed and placed his mug down. I found that sometimes when I turned my back, Edmund would disappear off to mull over things himself. Or maybe I was disappearing into my head and Edmund was simply being polite and giving me space. Space. That was another thing that, for want of a better word, puzzled me. The endless infinity of the universe. The expanse of life as we know it. What about immortality? Can an endless existence end? ”That is an interesting topic,” said the voice from the doorway. Edmund was back, “yes, unfortunately you did just say that all aloud,” he chuckled, voicing my doubts “I’ve often thought about what happens after death. When you die, you go to judgment, hell or heaven.” I nodded, this was common knowledge, it was scripture. ”This infinite life after death, living in a lack of life. If we go on to live after death, what is the point of life after all? From the point of view of a non-believer, death is merely a hard stop to the soul. A brick wall at the end of the road of life. But still from this perspective, it isn’t. It is a stop to a life, but not to all life, the new lives flourish off the dead; the body releases carbon to the earth, plants thriving off those minerals, not only plants but other living creatures. The carbon cycle, I believe it‘s called. ” Edmund continued

[meanya]

:)

I love the search algorithm :) it always shows me exactly what I'm looking for :)

[diteach]

Hmm I really wish I didn't cry as a default reaction to feeling stronger than usual emotions and feelings :/