Hey Ya’ll Casper Here
We’re headed offline for now.
Cas* <passes out at desk>
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Hey Ya’ll Casper Here
We’re headed offline for now.
Cas* <passes out at desk>
the thicker your thighs are the more kittens can lay on your lap
This is the body positivity post I’ve been waiting for.
I earned a new level with my accomplishments! In Habitica, your avatar grows in strength as you improve your real-life habits.
This originally was going to be for Patreon but I decided to share it for free.
Basic realistic canine hind leg tutorial. Please note that some dogs do have dew claws on their hind legs, but not most.
Thought this would be fun! :)
What’s your name?
Queen of Whispering Waters
King of Lost Spirits
Knight of Dancing Darkness
Queen of Blazing Waters
Princess of infinite moons
Princess of whispering darkness
Emperor of Lost Waters
Sounds like a good name for a prog metal band.
King of Lost Stars
YES PLZ
Knight of infite rainbows
whats going on inside my head can accurately be described as a manifestation of what TV static looks like
have i told you guys about the time that i classically conditioned my kindergarten class
I got like 4 anons asking about this so I guess I didn’t:
omg. okay, so basically, I was a “gifted kid” which was code for fucken nerd ass bitch, so i would constantly just stare off into space during class while everyone else was tryna figure out what the fuck our teacher was tryna say. Anyway, I was learning about chemistry and biology outside of school(i know what a fucking nerd amirite ladies), and my dad got me a book that talked about all these famous psychological experiments.
So chapter one was, would you have guessed it, Pavlov’s dog. I thought it my be fun to try something to that extent with my classmates. Now, keep in mind, being a nerdy ass brown kid in a school full of white ppl meant that I wasn’t exactly popular, and no one really talked to me in class or cared what I was doing.
Everyday, at 9:45 am, our teacher would announce that it was snacktime, and everyone would fucking sprint to their cubbies to grab their lunchboxes like it was the goddamn hunger games. Kindergarten kids didn’t really have a concept of time, so i used this to my advantage. At 9:45 as my teacher would walk up to announce snacktime, I would knock on my desk really quickly three times. It was rly subtle, and I wasn’t sure that it would work.
So after two or three weeks, I decided to have some fun. Thirty minutes after school began at like 8:30 or something, I tapped knocked on the desk. Half the class turned their heads and looked straight at the cubbies. 3 boys got up and were about to run to get their lunchbox. One girls stomach started growling REALLY loudly. The teacher had to take 5 minutes to get everyone to calm down and one kid started crying because he thought it was snacktime and he was so shocked and destroyed.
Realizing that I had basically dog trained the whole class, I burst out laughing so hard I fell out of my chair and cut my head on the tile floor and got sent home early because I was laughing so hard they thought I had a concussion or something. When I explained what happened to my dad he left the room, but I could hear him losing it in the hallway.
So everytime now that I learn about classical conditioning in my Neuroscience classes, I have to fight to keep a straight face
Kurama level shit 🌹
Pets Are Fun, Dorothea Park, 1939
Made some tea.
Also hydrated the body about an hour ago.
Things I wish I knew at 18
1. High school friendships don’t last. Not the way you want them to anyway. Even if you swam oceans of pain together. Even if you never wanted to drift apart. Friendships fall apart. Most times they sadly do.
2. Your parents will still treat you like a child. They don’t care about your legal reality. When you’re with them, they still see you as their baby. That can get frustrating but also comforting.
3. Your undergrad degree won’t matter as much as you think it will. So choose what you want to explore. Don’t choose something you think is going to be your career. Chances are when you graduate you will be doing something completely different than what you were dead sure of when you started college. Explore.
4. People are more selfish now. People are more broken now. People are more cautious now. Everyone has been through something that haunts them.
5. Everyone is suffering. Some will use that as an excuse to mistreat you. Some will because of that very reason be there for you in your suffering in anyway they can. Most times it’s hard to tell which person you’re being. Don’t be an ass.
6. Not everyone makes life long friends in college. You won’t. That’s okay. Nothing good comes out of forceful relations anyway. It can get lonely but at least that kind of loneliness isn’t because of shitty company.
7. Grades. Internships. Extra curricular activities. They matter. Everyone acts like it doesn’t but it does. Whatever choice you make, whatever your course may be, how you perform does matter. It isn’t everything but it matters.
8. Self care isn’t boring or unnecessary. It’s important. It’s hard but it’s crucial. You don’t have to click pictures for aesthetics or share your progress. You can if it helps. But you don’t have to. Because that’s secondary. You know what’s primary. Do it.
9. Just because you become an adult by a number and are recognized as one because of law doesn’t mean you aren’t you anymore. The way you are at 17 years 364 days, is the way you will remain at 18. Perhaps 19. That’s okay. There’s a lot learn. You may have fought and conquered adolescence but this is a completely different story. There are new skills and lessons to be learned. All previous ones may not necessarily remain valid.
10. You genuinely have to learn to let go. Imagine your life to be a tiny box. A box that fits in your palm. If that box is full of past pain, regret and disappointments, of all the people who broke you, of negativity and dried blood, all the good things and beautiful people that are to come into your life will fall right off because there just isn’t enough space in that box. It is full of everything you don’t need or deserve. Good things will come your way, they will fall into your hands but you still won’t be happy if you don’t remember to take out the trash.
Things to Do When You Can’t Seem to Write
Are the words just not coming? Try getting away from the screen for a few minutes.
Do Something Productive
Take care of the dishes – load or unload your dishwasher, or wash a sinkfull by hand. If you have to leave any to soak, try writing for a few minutes while they do.
Put away that basket of laundry you’ve been ignoring.
Clean your bathroom sink.
Put away any shoes, jackets, or other outerwear you left lying around.
Do Something Fun
Write/draw/paint in your journal, if you have one. Do a page, then try writing again.
Read a chapter of your current book.
Set a timer for five or ten minutes and play a simple game that will let your mind disengage–my go-to is Spider Solitaire.
Call/Skype/text a friend and have a chat for a few minutes.
Make Your Writing Space More Pleasant
Straighten up your desk. Throw out any scraps of paper that have served their purpose, but check to make sure you’re not tossing out story notes! Dust the surface off, and put away anything that belongs somewhere else.
Light a candle.
Get a glass of water, or make yourself tea or coffee.
Take Care of Yourself
Grab a small snack if you’re hungry.
Are your hands dry? Mine get terrible in winter. Moisturize!
Lips, too –grab that lip balm.
Feeling sluggish? Take a short walk or do some jumping jacks to get your energy level up.
Feeling grungy? Take a shower. “Inspirational” showers are my favorite, I get so many ideas in there.
If one of these doesn’t break you from your funk, try one from another category to switch things up. And if you still don’t find your writing mojo, maybe you need a longer break, or to pack it in for the day. Just remember, working hard is great, but forcing yourself to write can burn you out, so keep yourself in balance!
Hello All Casper Here
Currently driving before bed. The boys had a shared memory for the first time in a while and forced me out here. So hello from an alter I suppose.
*Trying to ask an internal helper for advice*
Honestly the stereotype that people with DID are dangerous and the alters are killers or whatever just baffles me
like making a sandwich starts an internal civil war do you really think we could pull off a murder?
Me @ my alters: OK guys we gotta be coordinated and focused
Alters: OK
*5 minutes later*