#steamboys

[mimi-is-a-bat]

Hi, my name is Mimi and I am addicted to bao from @eatsteamboys #porkbuns #steamedbuns #searedporkbao #steamboys #hermitage #foodie https://www.instagram.com/p/B22pwmZjtpo/?igshid=1atqgt8945y4v

[femchef]

Steamboys opened around the corner yesterday!

I’d post a picture of the bao, but:

Uh yeah. They were really good.

[camdoesgoodnessknowswhat]

More about her: Name: Alexa Nicknames: Al, Alex Description: She's very dangerous, and she knows Clo from somewhere, yet is not a part of her crew. Cunning and manipulative, she'll date anyone to get what she wants. She gets frustrated easily, and sailor is her second language. Seems to know exactly who to get money from, and is very good at getting it. AU belongs to @eddsworld-steamboys

[camdoesgoodnessknowswhat]

The B&E (Steamboys)

Tom sat at his worktable, peacefully stirring another mixture for Anya. He heard a window break. "Clo, if that's you, I'm going to slap you to next Halloween." he yelled. He was not greeted with a response. "Clo, this is not funny." Tom said. Nothing. He huffed and got up to see what was going on. To his surprise, he was met with a gun to his face. "Tord, is that you?" he asked. "Nope." was the response. The accent was American. Tom was actually pretty scared. "Now, you'll do as I say, and I won't hurt you." Tom was told. He nodded, showing his agreement to cooperate. Tom was taken into the next room. After entering the room containing all of Tom's poisons, he was sat firmly onto a chair. His robber grabbed a rope that was laying on the floor and tightly bound Tom's wrists together behind the chair. The robber then grabbed another rope and cut it in half, then proceeded to tie Tom's ankles to the legs of the chair. "Take whatever you want, just don't hurt me." the Brit could only squeak. The robber took 5 vials of poison and £500 pounds that Tom had received recently. He then grabbed two cloths from his bag. He balled one up, and stuffed it into Tom's mouth, then tied the other one over his mouth. He grinned and left. After half at hour, Edd, who had stepped out, returned. He says Tom was bound and gagged and gasped. He ran over to him, pulled out his knife, and carefully cut his friend free. Edd looked Tom in his lack of eyes. "You're never staying home alone again."

AU belongs to @eddsworld-steamboys

[mental-queen]

You know that post "52 traits of a chronic people pleaser"? Its got a tag, i finally changed. What did you do?

Hello! Just a warning, this entire message will be very… rambling-y. I’m just typing as I’m thinking. Hope you don’t mind my swearing! And if there’s any specific things from that list you want to cover, let me know. I mainly talked about people pleaser issues I had. Hope you don’t mind that I made this a public post btw, let me know if you want me to private message you instead. I made this one public for all those people who see the post I made and want to change! Maybe this post will help haha.

Hmm, I think it all came down to recognizing that my own value, self-worth, etc. stems from myself. not others. Cause there is no “other” without “me”. If I didn’t exist, there wouldn’t be another person to worry about, another person to think about, etc. What I think about myself matters the most. As my mom said, “show the love and respect you show to others to yourself.” You can’t love others if you can’t even love yourself. (My mother’s words haha) The bottom line is to be happy with yourself. And it’s not easy. When my mom told me that, I told her I know all of this–I’ve heard it before, it’s just so difficult to practice it myself. 

It’s hard not to think about what others think about you–when you make a mistake, it seems like the whole world saw and noticed and now despises you. You feel like a fuckup. That mistake you just made is one of the many that just proves how worthless you are. But, that’s. not. true. Your mistakes don’t define you. Moreso, people really don’t give damn to the extent that you think they do. 

I used to get so depressed over silly things like when i fumbled over a word while talking to someone-thinking that they probably think I’m a dumbass now who is awkward and boring and whatnot… but you know what. 99% of the time, they don’t care. The things that you rip apart about yourself, that you despise, that you think everyone notices is something only really emphasized by you. you are your greatest bully at some points in time. you just gotta treat yourself the way you would treat your loved one. I know i wouldn’t rip apart my friend or brother because he stuttered or did something stupid–i would laugh about it (maybe), but I’d still know and love them.

 It also helps to realize that no matter how fucking amazing you are, there’s still going to be someone who is going to kill your vibe. One of my favorite quotes, “You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches” basically sums up what I just said. The important thing is don’t let that person who kills your vibe/hates peaches be yourself. You have to recognize your beauty. Appreciate who you are. It is easier when someone else is telling you about them.. but sometimes, others have a hard time recognizing it. sometimes, you do something great and no one acknowledges it. it sucks, but that shouldn’t stop you from appreciating it. you should be proud of yourself. you should be happy for yourself. you should be your #1 fan. there’s no one who knows yourself better than you and you have to treasure yourself. 

it might seem borderline selfish. maybe there’s a thin line b/w loving yourself and being narcissistic. but y’know… its important to take care of yourself. its important to know what you want. to voice what you want. and some people might not like that, but thats not your fucking problem. you’re not Burger King with the whole “have it your way” shit–you have your own wants and desires and deserve to express it. and then people will learn to compromise. because if they truly care, they will understand. 

and don’t be afraid to be wrong. don’t be afraid to be turned down. you think the cashier gave you wrong change. fight for it. its your money. you want to ask a girl out on a date? go for it. you want to ask your professor for two more points that can turn your c+ to a b-.. go for it. i was afraid of any confrontations. but i confronted anyways. i was scared. i mumbled. i fiddled. but i did it anyways. and you know what, the worst thing that happens is a no. big fucking deal. now you know. you tried and now you know. this is how i lessened the number of regrets i have. i did my best. sometimes, i got a no–sometimes i got a yes. in the end, it was worth it. and when the yes’s did happen, i was one happy child. hopefully, it will be worth it for you too. 

and maybe you make a mistake. so what. it was a mistake. now you learn from it, get over it, and do even better. there’s nothing wrong with making mistakes. sure you might cringe at it. maybe you will be driving and then remember that one time you cracked your voice in the middle of karaoke with your ancient relatives and shudder a little at the thought. but trust me.. no one really rememmbers. (my dad does, but who cares lol) in fact, it will serve as a hilarious memory or something of that sort. basically, you’re not perfect and you don’t have to be. you don’t have to apologize for being human. you don’t have to apologize for being you. you don’t have to apologize for not making everyone happy. that’s not the point of your existence. you first priority should be to make yourself happy. there’s a lot of ways to do that. maybe treat yourself to some dessert. start writing that novel that you forsaken. hit up your old friends. and it also starts with letting go of all the fucks you give about other’s thoughts of you and all the criticism you give to yourself. you are a wonderful person, regardless. you just have to be brave enough to see it! 

love yourself, and some lucky fuckers will be able to lucky enough to see the beauty in you, too!