Me: hello I’ve called about an error on my billing
Help desk: sure, how can we help?
Me: yeah it looks here like I’m still paying for “nebulous, draining situational depression, running in the background like low-key malware,”
Help desk: yes I see the payments here
Me: it’s the one where you’re really fine, but somebody else somewhere in the house is just crying softly? Just. Constantly crying quietly
Help desk: yeah haha
Me: now I’m pretty sure I actually signed on for a different package?
Help desk: go on?
Me: I distinctly remember upgrading to the one… I forget what it’s called exactly. It’s the one where you go through a foggy forest , and there’s these giant animals. It looks fuckin awesome. They have luminous white eyes?
Help desk: right right (type type)
Me: they’re kind of remote and menacing, but also soothing
Help desk: yeah I got you. The Forest Journey with Epic Manifestations of Greater Spirits Lurking in the Glades of the Mind?
Me: yes, that’s it
Help desk: yes sorry our mistake. We made a note, but somehow forgot to upgrade you.
Me: okay, is that something you can do for me?
Help desk: yes, we can upgrade you now. Can I help you with anything else?
Me: yes, now i just have a question. Do I have to fight the animals?
Help desk: haha that’s a common question. No, the journey IS the fight. You encounter the animals, and they loom.
Me: oh, they LOOM. Gotcha. I thought I had to fight them.
Help desk: nope. Anything else I can do for you today?
Me: no, no, thank you!
(End call)
Me: (quietly into silence) I’m kinda hoping to befriend them actually
this reads like a shitpost but i’m actually 100% serious.
i was walking along the side of the harbour this evening, just after all the penguins had come in from the ocean to nest. there was one penguin right by the footpath, and when it saw me it kept saying ‘höö’. so i said ‘höö’ right back. it seemed to like that, and we had a lovely conversation where we just kept saying ‘höö’ to each other. i crouched down about two metres away from it, and we kept talking, and it actually moved towards me a little bit, seeming to prefer my company to the heartless embrace of the sea.
but then i made the mistake of trying to change things up. i said ‘hweh’, which was something that a previous penguin said to me, and this penguin hated it, and fucked right off. never said another word to me. i felt so rude.
I keep imagining this from the penguin’s point of view:
“Gustav, my friend, why so glum?”
The penguin in question looked up from his half-eaten sprat, shaking his head in disgust.
“Not glum, Sebastian. Affronted, outraged - I had the most perturbing encounter with one of the Beakless Ones.”
Sebastian nodded solemnly. “Yes, they are often perturbing. What happened, my friend?”
Gustav sighed heavily, looking up to the sky and holding his flippers wide, as if to ask the gods “why?”, before mournfully retelling his experience, “I was on the beach where the Beakless sometimes wander, contemplating names for this year’s chicks, when one of them approached. It seemed harmless enough to greet - they’re cute, in a strange, bald and flat-faced way, are they not?”
“Oh Gustav, you kind-hearted fool.”
“Such a fool, I am!” Gustav’s moans had gathered a small crowd already - the only thing penguins love more than a bellyful of fish, is a story. A good storyteller was always guaranteed a warm spot to huddle in the winter, surrounded by bored friends longing for entertainment.
“What did it do, Gustav? Did it kick you?”
“No! When it got close, I called out to it, ‘hello, friend!’. It stopped and returned the greeting - awkwardly, but it was rather sweet, like a chick learning it’s first chirps. ‘Hollow fren,’ it said back to me. I was charmed, but not wanting it to learn poor pronunciation, I repeated the greeting, and so did it! Getting clearer each time, till it could almost pass for a true penguin itself.”
“Gustav is a wonderful teacher,” Adelina, his mate, stated with a proud nod of her lovely blue head. “You remember how well our chicks could enunciate, before they even caught their first fish.”
“But what of it, Gustav? What happened to sour this experience so?”
“We went back and forth, till I was satisfied. It lowered itself near the ground, and I moved closer, carefully, not wanting to alarm it. I was just about to tell it how pleased I was, that it learning so quickly, when all of a sudden, it looked me right in the eye and said ‘Fuck off, freak.’”
There were avian gasps all around.
“Oh no!”
“How rude!”
“I was so appalled, I could not bring myself to even chide it.” Gustav bowed his head in shame. “I turned and left without another word.”
“It said that to you? Oh dear.” Sebastian tilted his head in a piercing glare towards one of their fellows, focusing on the only one who was slapping his sides and chortling. “Björn, you scoundrel! What have I told you about yelling obscenities at the Beakless?”
Björn cackled and bobbed his head in defiance. “How was its enunciation, Gustav? You soft-hearted buffoon!”
i got my mother the NYT Cooking subscription as a gift and we are REALLY enjoying this shit, do you know how fucking wild it is to look up a recipe and not see three banner ads, four in-line ads, and a video turtorial you have to click out of
anyway i'm making this today in the slow cooker and its still cooking but MAN the broth tastes fucking AMAZING so fuck paywalls
INGREDIENTS
1 pound Yukon gold potatoes, scrubbed, peeled and cut into 1- to 2-inch chunks
1 pound cauliflower, chopped into large bite-sized florets and stems
2 (15-ounce) cans cannellini beans, drained
½ yellow onion, minced
3 garlic cloves, smashed and minced
3½ cups vegetable stock
3 tablespoons unsalted butter
2 tablespoons dry white wine
1 sprig fresh thyme or ½ teaspoon dried thyme
½ teaspoon garlic powder
Coarse kosher salt and black pepper
1 teaspoon lemon juice (about ¼ lemon)
8 ounces sour cream (1 cup), at room temperature
½ cup chopped chives (about 1 small bunch)
Potato chips, preferably sour cream and onion, for topping
Shredded Cheddar, for serving
STEP ONE
In a 6- to 8-quart slow cooker, combine the potatoes, cauliflower, beans, onion, garlic, vegetable stock, butter, wine, thyme, garlic powder and 1½ teaspoons kosher salt. Cover and cook until the vegetables are very tender, about 8 hours on low.
STEP TWO
Remove and discard the thyme sprig, and turn off the slow cooker. Add the lemon juice. To make a completely smooth and creamy soup, purée the ingredients using an immersion blender. (Or, purée the soup in a blender in two batches, transferring the puréed soup to a different pot.) To make a textured, chunky soup, smash the ingredients using a potato masher in the slow cooker. Stir in the sour cream and chives. Taste and add additional salt if necessary. Serve in bowls topped with black pepper, crushed potato chips and shredded Cheddar. For leftovers, gently reheat the soup on the stovetop or in the microwave until it just barely bubbles around the edges; don’t let it boil or the sour cream will break.
1. “why did you do this?”
2. “i hate you”
3. “i never loved you anyway”
4. “what do you mean?”
5. “leave me alone”
6. “you can’t die on me”
7. “i miss you”
8. “i’m not arguing with you”
9. “i’m tired…” “of us?” “yeah..”
10. “i want a break”
11. “i can’t do this anymore, i’m done!”
12. “don’t look at me”
13. “you disgust me”
14. “you’re a fucking idiot and i don’t know how i ever loved you”
15. “don’t leave me!”
16. “why did you leave me?”
17. “i don’t need you, i didn’t ever need you.”
18. “stop deluding yourself, i never loved you.”
19. “we can’t have our happy ending because of you”
20. “i’m sorry, but i love someone else.” “what.” “i was just using you as a cover, it’s really [fem/male bff].”
21. “i always liked [bff/n] better anyways”
22. “this is it.” “the end of us.” “yeah…i guess it is.”
23. “who are you?” “stop joking this isn’t funny-” “i’m not joking, who the hell are you?”
24. “admit it. we were toxic.”
25. “i can’t handle this anymore”
BAKUGOU — doesn’t want to talk about it because his ego is a little hurt.
He hasn’t nutted that fast since his first time.
Don’t poke him at him, though. Poor baby woke up with a raging hard-on that morning and didn’t have enough time to take care of it.
It was hard as a rock, pulsating, and resting against his lower stomach oozing clear precum.
The only thing he could think about that whole day was pinning you face down, ass up, while he fucked into you.
Lord, when he finally got you into his dorm, it was over. He was so fervent and eager that he couldn’t care less about stripping naked.
He hiked up your school skirt, pulled down those panties, pulled out his cock, and got to ramming.
Don’t worry, it feels fantastic, but you can’t help but notice he’s actually moaning. no dirty talk, no groans or grunts, he’s moaning like a little bitch.
Before you could tease him and say something slick, he pulled out so fast and jerked his cock until he painted your ass white, only letting a strained groan of “jesus christ..” escape his lips.
He notices your confused yet very entertained look as you looked back at him. Biting your bottom silently saying “well what was that all about?”
all he says is, “don’t say shit to me.”
KIRISHIMA — has excellent stamina, this boy could fuck you for hours without cumming. Real manly shit.
But all that is out the fucking window one night when he has you on your knees in a cramped bathroom at a party.
Number one, you guys were taking body shots. Number two, you were bouncing your ass back on him to some Cardi. (he’s for sure watching you twerk on him while taking sips out of a red solo cup, you can’t tell me otherwise)
But number three really got him. You whispered that you wanted to suck his dick.
That’s how you ended up on your knees in the bathroom, slapping his hard dick against your tongue. He’s swears you’re giving him the best head he’s ever received.
He’s gripping the bathroom counter so hard, damn near activating his quirk.
The second he feels you take him in your throat he cums.
“H-holy shit, baby— hold on, wait-!”
It’s too much. You look so hot with your nose his buried in his pubic hair while you’re looking up at him through your fake lashes.
You’re not upset, you’re actually feeling a little confident you got him to finish so fast.
“Goddamn, babe. That’s the fastest I- What are ya doin’?”
“You should really trim this bush, Eiji.”
(side note: his carpet does NOT match the drapes)
MIDORIYA — is embarrassed, to say the least.
Listen, he had a long week. He was stressed, tired and needy. It honestly felt like he hasn’t seen you in weeks because the both of you have been so busy with school and work-study there wasn’t really any time to see each other.
It made him sad, but he was so excited when he opened up his dorm’s door to see you standing there as cute as can be in your pj’s holding your pillow.
a couple of hugs and kisses later, you end up on his bed in a heated make-out session.
You’re on top of him, lips locked on his moving in sync while you dry-humped him.
He’s moaning and squirming underneath with his big rough hands alternating between gripping at your thighs and ass.
You’re about to go feral at this point, so you lift yourself from his lips with your hands resting on his chest.
You’re looking down at your flushed boyfriend with the most intense bedroom eyes and say, “want you to make me cream, zuku.”
Midoriya literally can’t take it anymore, and he cums in his sweatpants moaning your name so pretty.
You weren’t sure if he did what you think he did but pulling down the front of his sweats and looking into his boxers, you saw the sticky white mess he made.
Honestly, he needed that. Just clean him up and let him be. Cuddle with him a bit and tell him that its okay.
TODOROKI — has no clue why he came so fast. He usually lasts around 20 minutes. So why was today so different?
Maybe it was the fact you got him really worked up in the common area without you not even realizing it.
Frustrated, sho whispers to come back to his dorm to “help him with something.”
chile, he’s fucking you in missionary, your legs hiked up from the back of your knees by his hands.
His thrusts were sloppier than usual, but it still felt good.
You noticed he looked really flushed in the face, like really lost in the feeling. His mouth was open in an ‘o’ shape, and hair covering his eyes slightly.
After a couple more thrusts, he just? Pulled out? You were confused, so you called his name softly, seeing that he was looking down and panting.
When you looked down, you saw his cock twitching, probably the most you’ve ever seen before he shot his load on your stomach, completely untouched.
He mumbles a soft and breathless 'sorry, I don’t know what came over me’ before settling himself between your legs to go down on you. You really think he was gonna nut and leave you without your own high? He’s a gentleman.
DENKI — is the king of ’did you cum?’ and like our queen, Megan said, ’you know I ain’t cum boy if you had to ask me.’
you’re not too annoyed though, it was expected. He got hard during lunchtime when he saw you lean over the lunch table to give Mina the tiniest peck on the lips.
The boys didn’t believe the girls when they said they had no problem sharing a little sugar with their close girlfriends from time to time just because you were just that comfortable with each other.
Denki was shocked but still turned on. & on top of seeing two pretty best friends kiss, he was sitting right next to you, so when you leaned over the table, your skirt rode up, exposing so much of the back of your thighs.
The curve of your ass just looked banging, and you were thigh highs too? Oh, he was hard for sure.
He tells you about his dilemma when you sit back down, and you take pity on your dear boyfriend.
The next thing you know, he’s pounding you in a quiet unisex bathroom on campus that no one really used.
He’s maybe 3 minutes in before he cums inside of you. You can only roll your eyes when he kisses your temple, promising to make it up to you later.
All you say is, “whatever, kaminari.” before pulling up your panties. he really wasted 3 minutes of your lunch for a couple of pumps. But hey, that’s your king, right?
TAMAKI — is a sensitive little thing. inside and out.
Please don’t tease him because he’s trying his best, okay?
When you guys usually have sex, he lasts a good while but still tended to cum before you.
It’s okay, though, because he continues to rut into despite how sensitive he is to allow you to finish. you end up cumming a few seconds after he does.
This particular day though, you just wanted to play with him. the entire day, you were teasing him, touching him, whispering in his ear, playing with his ears.
He was on the verge of breaking point when you saw that and decided enough was enough. It’s time to fuck.
You both ended up on his bed with your hand lazily stroking up and down his shaft.
You whispered dirty things into his ear, making him squirm and buck up into your hand.
The fun didn’t last too long though because you say whisper he really likes and he’s shooting his load in your hand, a whimpering mess.
“tama… did you like it that much..?”
He can’t even look you in the eyes he’s so embarrassed. But it’s your fault for riling him up so much, of course he’s gonna finish fast!
Just keep rubbing his dick, his refractory period is insane. He’s sensitive but you know he likes a little overstimulation.
He’s tired of pretending, he’s not perfect, if anyone is, it’s you.
todoroki is the devotee and you’re the deity. Shouto is so obsessive. he’s got some issues, his daddy/mommy issues have played a big role in his personality. Shouto craves love, he wants to love and be loved so unconditionally. Shouto likes to hide it, but at night, the multicoloured hair man wails at night with nothing but loneliness as his only companion.
he needs to be assured, he wants validation, he wants to feel valued... and you’re the only one that is able to make him feel like how he craves.
can you? A hint.. be careful.
“Y-Y/N D-DONT LEAVE ME... I’ll DIE PLEASE. YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING, MY PURPOSE, MY HEART BEAT. please!~”
Midoriya Izuku:
the obsessive freak.
oh!~ how did he get so lucky???!
you, y-you are his??? how? Izuku cant understand... he can’t comprehend it.. he simply can’t... how ARE YOU EVEN REAL?!
yeah, Izuku Midoriya is that type of a lover.
He’s a wolf in sheeps clothing. He’s always been insecure, he thinks of himself as so bad, unworthy and unloveable. but, he actually felt his heart flutter abnormally in his chest when he first saw you.
and boy... was he obsessed with you? it’s always you in his mind... he closed his eyes? It’s your face. it’s always you. you have captivated him... and he’s absolutely addicted to you.
You are like a drug that he never wants get enough of.
dangerous.
“Y-Y/N I love you! I-I love you s-so much! Only I can love you this much! Please!~ see the flames of my love burning for you so passionately..”
Katsuki Bakugou:
the posessive one.
bakugou want to kill you. actually, how fucking dare you. Who allowed you? tsk.. okay, he was in love with you? Katsuki didn’t ask for this.
He didn’t ask for you, for you to come into his life and ruin everything. bakugou is both posessive and obsessive. He’ll never admit it but deep down he knows that he’s madly in love with you.
the one that’s ruined him.
you’ve really ruined him because when he sees you happy with someone else, he wants to rip his hair out. and whenever he sees someone even looking you... the urge to gauge that persons eyes out gets overwhelming.
but, he doesn’t mind.
after all, all is fair in love and war.
“You’re mine. only mine. I’ll destroy the whole world and you if you try to leave me.”
Dabi:
the crazy one.
you really have the worst luck in the world.
dabi as your lover... hm, the universe hates you. He’s probably the most dangerous one out of the bunch. he will and can kill you. he’s a fucking psycho.
it wouldn’t take long for him to get obsessed with you. maybe it runs in the todoroki clan. but.. dabi can’t be blamed. some events that happened have led him to be like this.
he won’t let you leave him.. he’ll fucking tie you up or cuff you to him. just don’t test him.. play your cards right.. he actually acts pretty normal but every psycho’s a charmer, and dabi’s no exception.
he’s the type to carve his name on your skin or vice versa..
poor you.
“oh no, is my doll crying? well, I love it when you cry.. I can watch you sob so pathetically forever. oh god, brings me so much pleasure. don’t stop crying. FUCKING CRY!”
you can’t miss the momentary look of sadness, but he quickly hides it with a cocky smile
he tells you the cheesiest possible way to confess to someone. he doesn’t even know if it’ll work on not
(he actually hopes it doesn’t, but he can’t just be an asshole and tell you something that clearly won’t work)
but once he realizes that he is the person you like, his mind jumps to several different places all at once
he’s happy but also he can’t properly form words, please bear with him </3
“Oikawa?”
He hummed a response to you, ghost of a smile on his lips. He always liked the way you said his name, even if it was just his family name.
“I have a favor... so there’s this guy that I like, and I wasn’t sure how to tell him. Do you think you could give me ideas?”
You don’t miss the pout on his lips, the way his eyebrows furrow, the hurt in his eyes. If one were to blink, they wouldn’t have missed it. He smiled and laughed, quickly trying to hide how much his heart ached.
People — in reality, only makki and mattsun — had asked you if you had feelings for someone. But you never gave them an answer, just a flustered smile and a shrug.
“Uhm... I don’t know, depends on the person. You can get a bouquet or something, and chocolates maybe?”
A smile lit up your face. He had looked so pained to say it; his nose was wrinkled up a little, one hand at the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but you.
“Oh, yeah! That sounds sweet, he might like that. Should I ask him what his favorite flowers are?”
“Yeah.” His heart sunk impossibly lower.
“Got it. So, what are your favorite flowers?”
He looked up from where he’d taken a sudden interest in the floor, looking around for someone else. But no one seemed to be engaging in a conversation with you — actually, he realized it was only you and him in the room.
“No, I meant ask this guy that you like.”
“I just did.”
He doesn’t say anything at first, eyes wide and lips parted. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite read. Shock, or was in confusion? There was also an undertone of hurt, like he couldn’t tell if this was some sick joke or not.
“You mean... me? I’m the- you have feelings for me?”
Your heart fell then — of course you’d been nervous to tell him. But with the constant flirting, you were beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t just harmless and playful anymore. That maybe even if it was still done playfully, there was truth behind those words, behind the smiles and the winks he sent you.
“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine, I just-”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I was just a little surprised is all. I feel the same way, and you’re great, really, I just figured I wasn’t your type.”
“But you are.” You said, heating rising in your cheeks. Nothing could mask the smile he wore, even if he was trying not fight it.
“And you are my type. Guess we’re both lucky, hm?”
━━ SUNA
he is determined not to let you notice how his heart stopped in his chest
he still holds the same disinterested, bored look on his face as always, although he’s unaware you could see right through him
refuses to give you advice on how to go about confessing
in fact, the last thing he wants to do is be around you — he knows you were never his, so he can’t be upset, but it still turns his stomach
tell him before he can find an excuse to leave, or else your confession will be a lot more painstaking due to him dodging any interaction with you
“So uh... if you were to confess to someone you like, how do you think you would do it?” Your voice sounded so sweet, so genuine.
“Why? You have a little crush on somethin’?” He laughed.
“Yeah, actually.”
Oh.
You don’t miss the way his nose scrunches and the look in his eyes. He’s looking at the floor with narrowed eyes, almost as though the floor was the cause of his jealousy.
Well, not his jealousy — he wasn’t jealous, was he?
“Hm,” He hums, and you find him putting back on the same incurious face that he always wore. “I don’t know, elaborate confessions are pointless. Just tell the person how you feel. If they really like you, they won’t turn you aware for being simple.”
“Ah, that’s true.” You smile, though it’s fueled with nervousness. “So, one more thing I gotta say then.”
“Make it quick, I’ve to be somewhere soon.” Suna hates the bitter taste in his mouth.
He knows he shouldn’t care, after all he’s never worked up the courage to spill his heart to you, so he doesn’t have a right to feel like something is being torn — no, stolen — away from him.
“Right. You said simple, so... I like you, and I think you’re really sweet. And you’re funny and you’re so caring, even though you would never admit that. Um, I hope that was boiled down enough for you.”
“You’re kidding right?”
The tone in his voice is almost accusatory, although he doesn’t mean it to be, he just genuinely doesn’t believe you. When had you ever shown interest in him? Not that he was complaining.
“No. But it’s fine if you d-”
“I never said that. If you mean it though, maybe you can tell me the longer version of everything you like about me. Over coffee or something?”
━━ BOKUTO
ok first off, let me stop you right there, because baby boy is gonna get so sad :(
there is no hiding the hurt he’s feeling. he’s always expressive, even though he’s trying to hide it
please stop him there because his mood is only going downhill
actually tells you some elaborate, thought out thing that you assumed was from the top of his head
(although in reality, he’s thought about telling you how he feels on countless times)
but when he realizes that you’re talking about him he instantly does a 180, he looks like he’s in heaven
“Bokuto!” You call his name with a smile. You’ve found you can always get a matching one from him whenever you do so.
And of course he smiles back at you, the same excited look in his eyes as always. “Y/n!”
“I need advice.” You say.
His expression drops into one of worry at your tone. If there was anything that Bokuto hated in this world, it was seeing you upset.
“What is it?”
“I need to know how to tell someone that I have feelings for them.”
And just like that, you can see his heart break through his expression. His eyebrows pin up and he presses his lips into a thin line. You can tell that he’s trying not to show you how bothered he was by that one sentence.
He always was bad at pretending he was fine though. It was clear, if nothing else you could see his watery eyes.
“Oh... uhm. Can I ask who the person is?”
You’re hesitant to say it. But you don’t know why, because his reaction was your final bit of proof that he had feelings for you too. He hadn’t been subtle before, but now it was obvious.
“You.”
“What?” Bokuto said, although the word was breathless.
He doesn’t wait for you to respond to him. Instead, the wide smile he always wore appeared back on his face and he wrapped his arms around you.
Usually, Bokuto’s hugs are tight anyway. They’re filled with a need to be close to you and a need to convey the emotion of ‘you are the only thing grounding me right now’.
But this one was tighter. He buried his face into your neck, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “I may have to confess to someone too.”
━━ IWAIZUMI
iwaizumi is a gentleman about it, as much as he doesn’t want to be
if anything, he wants to tell you right then and there about his feelings
but the fact (or rather, the thought) that you’ve taken an interest in someone else is all the evidence he needs to stop himself
the last thing he wants to do it mess with your emotions so he intends to stuff he feelings down to deepest parts of his mind in hopes that they’ll one day disappear
until of course, he realizes that he is the guy you’d been talking about
he gets giddy, believe it or not. he hates to admit it sometimes, but unbeknownst to you, you have so much control over his emotions
“So, Iwa?” You said, and he tried to overlook the cautious tone to your voice.
“Hm?”
“Uh, theres this guy that I kind of have feelings for. But the thing is, I don’t know how to tell him.” You sound nervous.
Iwaizumi assumes it’s from the thought of having to tell this person your feelings, yet he doesn’t realize that said person is him and it’s coming sooner than he’d realized.
He doesn’t say anything in response to you at first. His eyes narrow only slightly, then he takes a deep breath and turns back to you with his usual expression.
“If you’re going to tell them, do something sweet and simple. If you get all extravagant with it, it might freak ‘em out. Maybe... I dunno, buy a little gift and tell them?
He hid it well. The mix of jealousy, regret, and sadness in him was painful, but he clenched his fists and tried not to let his voice crack. If there was someone you knew that didn’t cry, it was Iwaizumi. Yet here he was, doing everything in his power not show how upset he was.
What was he even doing anyway? He was helping you find a lover that was not himself. Not that you even knew that, because in reality he’d never shown to you that he had feelings towards you.
That was something he was regretting a lot now.
“Oh I see, what kind of gift would you like?”
Ouch. As though this couldn’t hurt more. “I don’t know, depends on the person. Ask him, not me.”
“I just did, dummy.”
It took him a few seconds to process that, then another few seconds for the relief and happiness to wash over him. A smile rugged at the corner of his lips.
“That’s cute. You and I can go out somewhere this weekend and I can help you pick something out, hm?”
the one problem i have with people my age and younger is that a lot of us do not have hands on hobbies. like i have spoken to so many people my age who go to work, go to school and then fuck around on their phone/computer for hours and then ???????? like no wonder ur depressed and have low confidence in urself. u need to get ur hands on something, feed those dopamine receptors! learn how to play guitar, garden, scrapbook, fucking make model trains. i don’t give a shit, MAKE SOMETHING!!
it feels better than drugs when i finish making a thing—and then show it off or gift it.
and then so people my age say to me ‘well—i can’t draw/paint/knit/etc. like you can. my stuff would be terrible.’ yeah, well duh—a part of developing skill is sucking at something and then practicing it over and over and over again until you suck less. u’ll have a hard time feeling lonely or bored when you can’t stop thinking abt a technique you want to try or something you want to make for someone else. making things has SAVED MY LIFE. it gave me a reason to keep living day after day when i wanted to die.
making things improved my generational relationships (when i worked for the newspaper i would talk to customers abt jamming recipes or cross-stitch, one of my grandmas always gives me pattern books and tell me abt when she knitted things for mom, my other grandma is giving me a wedding quilt that HER grandma gave her 50 years ago because she knows i will appreciate it). it also got me likeminded friends who also make things.
take a ceramics class! pick up water colors, bake cakes! learn to work on cars! make soap. DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE STARING AT A SCREEN.
taking each other’s hands during a stressful situation, instantly reliveing the pressure of the situation
type: fluff
pairing: tamaki x reader
the classroom was unusually quiet, the students stares burning into you. to be honest, you weren't exactly sure why you agreed to come meet aizawa's class. technically, you weren't part of the big three... nor were you part of the big four or the big five. while your quirk was one that was highly respected and regarded, you struggled to control it and that, in itself, were not the characteristics of the big three.
"let's start with amajiki." aizawa's voice still rang throughout the silent room. the class, twenty or so pairs of eyes tracking every movement made, appeared tense and unsure.
it didn't help that amajiki was glaring at them.
you knew he was trying to picture them as potatoes--trying to push away his anxiety and just introduce himself and his quirk. you could tell by his narrowed eyes, slight frown, and the small tremble that wracked through his body, that it wasn't working.
dark blue eyes, the color of the ocean on a stormy day, met yours. mirio softly shook his head.
'wait a few more seconds', he silently said, 'give him some time.'
you nodded, slipping your hands behind your back and interlocking your fingers.
ease rolled off you, the slight slouch in your stance was not from anxiety or nerves, but from utter calmness. you were not a student known for the control of your quirk, but the confidence you eluded.
you held yourself in a way that some pro-heroes envied.
it was a stance and confidence that class 1-A apparently needed to learn.
"i-it's not working," tamaki's soft wavered beside you.
from the corner of your eye, you caught his hands sliding towards his pocket--the telltale sign that he was about to turn to the wall. you didn't need mirio to tell you what to do next. you didn't need nejire's warm gaze to flicker towards your face. you didn't need aizawa's raised brow.
without second thought--without hesitating--your reached out, looping your fingers through his and holding his hand tight. tamaki's hands were always cold, even more so when he was truly anxious. your quirk made your hands warm.
nejire cooed that it was because the two of you were meant to be together.
indigo eyes met yours, his grip faltering for a moment, before holding onto you desperately. the tension in shoulders relaxed, the frown that marred his face disappearing, the glare softening to a simple glance.
with a gentle smile and a soft squeeze, you wordlessly encouraged him.
though he struggled to meet their eyes, his gaze flittering around the room, the cautious words left his lips.
Today is World Sleep Day and we’re going all out for this celebration!
What is World Sleep Day?
World Sleep Day is an annual, global call to action about the importance of healthy sleep. The focus of World Sleep Day is to bring awareness to the importance of healthy sleep.
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How can you help to make this our biggest celebration YET?
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LOG OFF
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