#mindset tricks

[trading-attitude]

🧠The best way to win any argument

Ever found yourself stuck in a never-ending argument? The best way to win... is to let them think they did. In this short, discover the power of strategic silence, ego management, and psychological dominance. Sometimes, walking away as the "loser" makes you the real winner. Watch now and rethink everything you know about winning debates. 📌 The solution: ✅ The psychology behind "losing" to win ✅ How to defuse any argument without escalating ✅ Giving them the last word gives you the power 💬 Agree or disagree? Drop your thoughts in the comments!

[glowettee]

✧・゜ how to radiate confidence in social situations (even when you're screaming inside) ゜✧:・゜✧

hey lovelies! ✧

let's be honest - we've all been there. standing in a room full of people, smile plastered on, while our internal monologue is having a complete meltdown. that was literally me last weekend at this networking event where i knew absolutely no one and spent the first 15 minutes hiding in the bathroom (classic me behavior).

but over time i've collected some little tricks that help me appear confident even when my insides are doing gymnastics. thought i'd share in case any of you are fellow social anxiety girlies too!

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ the body language hack ･:࿔ೃ.⋆

our bodies can actually trick our minds into feeling confident. before entering any intimidating social situation, i find a private spot (usually the bathroom, let's be real) and stand in a "power pose" for two minutes. arms on hips, shoulders back, chin up. it feels silly but it genuinely changes my nervous system.

another tiny thing: keep your hands visible, not crossed or hidden in pockets. something about this signals confidence to others and eventually to yourself.

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ prepare your conversation toolkit ･:࿔ೃ.⋆

nothing makes me panic more than awkward silence, so i always have a mental list of conversation starters ready. not just "what do you do?" but questions that actually lead somewhere interesting:

"what's been keeping you busy outside of work lately?"

"have you read/watched anything good recently?"

"what's something you're looking forward to this year?"

the secret is asking questions that you genuinely want to hear answers to. people can sense authentic curiosity, and it takes pressure off you to be "interesting" when you're focused on being interested.

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ the "i belong here" mindset shift ･:࿔ೃ.⋆

this one changed everything for me. i used to walk into rooms thinking "i hope they like me" which immediately put me in a position of seeking approval. now i try to shift to "i wonder if i'll like them."

it's such a subtle change but it puts you in the position of the observer rather than the observed. suddenly you're not auditioning for acceptance - you're just seeing if this person/group is your vibe.

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ embrace the awkward ･:࿔ೃ.⋆

the biggest confidence killer is trying to be perfect. there's actually something magnetic about someone who can laugh at themselves when they trip over a word or spill their drink.

i've started just naming the awkwardness when it happens: "well that came out completely wrong, let me try again!" people actually connect more with your humanity than your perfection.

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ the 5-second reset ･:࿔ೃ.⋆

when i feel myself spiraling into overthinking, i use this tiny reset: i take a deep breath, count to 5, and remind myself that most people are too worried about themselves to be analyzing me.

seriously, the same insecurity that makes you worry about what others think is the exact thing that prevents others from thinking about you as much as you fear!

⋆.ೃ࿔:･ aftercare is essential ･:࿔ೃ.⋆

confidence isn't just about how you act in the moment - it's also about how you treat yourself after. i used to dissect every interaction, cringing at everything i said.

now i have a rule: no social autopsies. instead, i celebrate that i showed up at all. sometimes i'll even buy myself a little treat on the way home as a "well done for being brave" gift.

remember, true confidence isn't the absence of fear - it's just the decision that something else is more important than that fear. and with practice, those screaming-inside moments get quieter and less frequent.

what about you? any confidence hacks that help you in social situations?

xoxo, mindy 🤍

[virfujiwara]

Any The Book Of Life (2014) enjoyers here? Ramble in the tags lol Reminder that commissions are open and I'm making art for your donations and we are raising money for an AAPI charity through this zine, if you or someone you know likes Watcher, check it out!

[yourmoonie]

Let's talk about circumstances, perspectives, quanutm physics and Neville Goddard:

1. Circumstances are irrelevant unless we give them relevance

Nothing and nobody exists in our 3D without our imagination & permission

Circumstances become relevant when we give them a specific meaning

(The observer effect)

2. Let's say there are 2 people who have got SPs

Both of them are manifesting a relationship

But there is a difference between these 2 people and the way they view their circumstances:

(Picture 2)

Person A's sp calls them a friend:

Person B's Sp calls them a friend:

3. Now let me bring Neville and quanutmn physics here:

ery single possibility, result, and every single scenario you can imagine exist right now, whether you can see them or not, in the quantum universe in which we live.

4. There is no past, present, or future;

all that exists is the eternal NOW moment, where everything is happening at once. As a result, we are not moving through linear time; space time is only a human invention to keep track of events and memories.

5. Atoms make up everything in the universe,

& each one of them is made up of 99.9% energy (empty space) and 0.1 percent mass (actually dark energy combined with dark matter).

The probability waves are atoms that are vibrating at a frequency so high that u can't see them

6. BUT it really doesn't matter if you can or CANT see them

because you can manifest these waves of probability in your world.

And make the invisible-> VISIBLE

You achieve this by becoming aware of the possibility/result you would like to experience

7. Since the waves have always existed

and cannot be imagined or conceptualised, they do not actually transform into physical matter or form. When Neville Goddard said that creation is complete, he truly meant it because nothing in the universe is physical or solid.

8. The reason it seems like things are changing

is because when u choose to change ur state of consciousness around any specific outcome, your reality begins to inevitably match that state of consciousness where all of those events that already exist in that state happened.

9. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed;

you are simply tuning into the reality where you are actually experiencing that thing. Some people refer to this as timeline shifting/ Mandela effect/reality shifting, etc

10. The way you choose to consistently observe the waves

will determine whether or not they lead you to that reality or if they continue to be waves of probability. The waves do not have minds of their own.

You can choose ur path and your faith

You are the only person who can do it

11. The only reality that truly exists is Consciousness,

& everything resides in Consciousness, which in turn resides in everything.

As a result, everything u want to experience in your reality depends on you & the things u decide to believe, perceive, and consistently be aware of.

In conclusion, our circumstances ARE what we make them to be

So? Are you ready to take control and change the outcome in your favor?

It's time to stop letting the 3D world have an affect on you

[succulentsiren]

🍒

[immortalseaturtle]

Aziraphale is so good at manipulation, we often overlook it

Aziraphale, the manipulator: An essay.

Aziraphale, the angel. Love him as much as the next guy but he's not always as good as he makes us think he is - but I'm also not sure he's even doing it on purpose. He's always this soft character, you know, who fights for himself, his loves, and what he believes to be right, even if what he believes to be right doesn't align what Heaven believes to be right - although Heaven doesn't actually care about being right, they really just want power - and while this is right, it's also more than that and it needs to be mentioned.

The two have known each other since the beginning of time. We see their first meeting when Crowley is creating his nebula (friendly reminder this is the ONLY time we see him as an angel), and they have a short talk. This also brings up a separate theory about Crowley not telling us something, which I might talk about separately, if I remember.

Anyways, Crowley has religious trauma, naturally. It's undeniable, but because of it, it also makes him slightly of a nihilist I'd argue. For him, it's not a religion, it's part of his life, right? Just like satyrs in greek mythology weren't like "ooh i'm part of this mythos" or whatever, that's just how they existed, because then there would've been some fourth wall breaks. But Crowley is angry, and rightfully so. He spends so much time working on his nebula that'll be around for millions of years only to learn that not only is it actually for human entertainment who won't even be able to witness all of it, but it's actually only going to be around for a whole six thousand years and then, bam, all gone. And he's angry about this. He approaches god, asks his questions and then goes sailing into a pool of sulphur, allegedly. And he's angry. He can't take it out on god. That's how he got here. He can't take it out on angels. He can't take it out on other demons (he can, but it's not like it'll do anything), so who's left?

Humans. He's angry and takes it out on humans and he's like a boiling teapot, slowly letting his anger out because it's his only option. But he knows the humans don't really deserve it, which is why he does it slowly.

At this point, you're probably thinking "but turtle. you said this was about aziraphale being a manipulator." be patient, young one. I'm getting there. have some patience, my love.

Aziraphale notices this, so he deliberately puts himself in positions that allow him to be saved by Crowley ("Rescuing me makes him so happy"). Which might be seen as, "oh that's sweet. he's watching out for crowley," because now Crowley has some sort of purpose instead of wandering around. But it also makes crowley dependent on Aziraphale. He offers his companionship, but Crowley has nobody else. Humans die too quickly, he doesn't give a rats ass about any of the demons, and the last thing he wants is to return to heaven (that bit's important). And Crowley, like anyone else, wouldn't want to be alone for the rest of time. His threats to run off without Aziraphale are empty threats. He won't leave without him. But it also means that wherever Aziraphale ends up going, Crowley would likely follow. After however long they spend together, it's fair to say they probably know each other pretty well. However, Aziraphale seems to underestimate Crowley's hatred for Heaven.

Regardless, also doesn't seem to really care. When Zira gets discorporated and visits Crowley as a spirit, asks where he is, and learns that Crowley didn't run off, he isn't happy to see Crowley still there. He ignores the statement "I lost my best friend." The first thing he does is asks Crowley to do something for him. If my memory serves me correctly, the only time Aziraphale actually admits (verbally) that he wants them to be together is when he has the chance to have everything he wants - but because he chooses his stupid promotion, it's clear that he doesn't actually care all that much. Crowley has shown to him that heaven doesn't give any fucks about being righteous. Zira thinks that Crowley's love for him is stronger than his hatred for Heaven, and as well all see... he's wrong.

What bothers me the most, though, is how unaffected Aziraphale is though, about watching Crowley leave for that last time. I mean yeah, he's affected, but not so much to the point that he seems to regret his actions.

I mean, come one. Look at him. That is not a face of regret. When he talks to the Metatron, he's more concerned about leaving his bookshop behind than he is Crowley.

I am going to leave it there, mostly because I'm very sleep deprived and most of this was written while delirious

[randomwriteronline]

He was taller than them.

Infinitely so.

They knew he wasn't that big - not compared to everything else around them, from the walls closing off his fortress to the island it sat on, to the silvery sea around it or the body it was still housed within. He wasn't even that big compared to them, and they knew that too: he was only about a bio taller than them, maybe a little more, maybe only half. A sizable, immediately noticeable difference, but it wasn't that much. It wasn't enough to make him appear so gargantuan and frightening. They had stood beside similarly large beings, and while a slight awe had made them queasy it had not been so oppressive.

But there was something about him that made him larger than life. Something that crawled out of him like white marble maggots from a white marble corpse, a strange perfect imperfection that made them feel minuscule.

Perhaps their incomplete number worsened it.

He watched them, impassive.

From how close they were to him (they could have walked up to him; they could have turned that small distance to zero and stood directly in front of him; but they didn't. They couldn't. Something inside them couldn't. Something inside them wouldn't.) they could notice that one of his eyes was not facing them: it was stuck halfway upwards, forever gazing into the sky, while the other continued to stare down at them without so much as a glint of emotion. Despite having all the appearance of a mistake on someone's part, that strange physical quirk had not been fixed. Evidently, it was not an anomaly.

"Good." Artakha said.

His voice held no warmth, no anger, no grief, no bitterness. It was clear and smooth, like polished crystal, and wholly pleasant in its completeness. Something about it almost had them recoil and flatten as if they had been just welcomed into a lethal trap of a lair by the famished growl of a gigantic drooling beast.

They had not expected he would have come to greet them himself. He never had before, delegating his disembodied words and the mechanisms of his fortress to do such a thing for him. Yet this time he had taken it upon himself to walk away from his chambers, from the pristine faintly hued greys that snaked behind him into the deeper parts of his small realm, to stand before them as he did now; in their arrogance, in their hope, they had thought upon coming back to their senses after the surprise of truly seeing him that it must have meant something.

But his tone was calm and empty, a white room with carefully set pastel toys, an environment so quiet and sterile that it smelled potently of the dust it looked to have been blanketed in.

In a strange way, it appalled them.

"You have come back to me." Artakha continued.

His mask glowed softly, golden and splendid. The runes deeply hetched upon it made it seem beyond ancient.

Against the barely visible backdrop of his reclusive kingdom, the glimmer distorted the kanohi into the garbled image of a small, sickly moon, incapable of offering all that sat around it the full strength of the light it could barely reflect.

He did not extend his arms towards them.

"Come now." Artakha ordered passionlessly. "Your work is done."

Something about that shook them from the hazy torpor threatening to devour their brains in too small bites.

"We're here to help evacuate the inhabitants of the last remaining islands," Tahu explained, mortified that his voice was even leaving him and yet unable to place why he felt that way, "The robot's insides are not safe - besides, there's so much to be done outside, and we-"

"There is no place for us in that world." Artakha cut him off.

He had not moved an inch.

They knew instinctively, uncomfortably, that his 'us' included them too.

"Our only purpose is here." Artakha stated. "We are not needed outside the bounds of this body."

"But there is life out there," Gali argued, though the mere act of speaking made her bones want to crumble in anguish to shut her up: "There are people who need us, who could use our help! There is so much to be rebuilt, and all of us-"

"You were made for this world, as was I." Artakha interrupted her.

Their lungs shriveled.

Their bodies hurt.

He remained unblemished in the face of their visible agony, perfect and still; his skewed eye ignored them as it continued to watch the now forever dimmed heavens, hanging lower and lower each day as the metal holding them aloft bent under the weight of age and abandonment.

"There is no such thing as a 'life' awaiting you in that world of real things." Artakha told them. "We are tools to be preserved: if your service will ever be needed again by Mata Nui, I will allow your deployment once more."

"And then?" Tahu coughed. He could swear his arms were melting off of him.

"Then you will return to me." Artakha answered. "As you have done now, because that is your purpose, and that is your only existence."

"And yours?" Gali hissed. Her head felt about to split into a thousand pieces.

"My purpose is to remain here and create, and see that you are used well." Artakha answered. "It is my only use; there is nothing other than this."

He spoke with the certainty of a man off to the gallows, the kind who knows well no dashing stranger or loyal friend will come to save him, and who thus accepts the coming execution with the mellow tiredness that brings the cattle into the slaughterhouse; but unlike the convict marked for death he held no sadness, no despair in his words, no roaring blasphemies nor tear-soaked regrets, not even that drowsy desire for it all to be done. He felt himself not a victim, and not like a victim he spoke, for that was not what he was.

He spoke like a machine that knew why it had been made, and that its function was now unnecessary. There was no poetry about it, and there was no injustice either. The world had begun with duty, and with this new lack of duty it would simply stop to one day begin again: he had known it would have happened since the start.

He had been made to wait until the lack of purpose passed, to one day be put to work again.

But they could not accept it.

They could not, because they were not him.

They were not machines. Not fully. Not anymore.

"We can't leave it all behind," Onua said softly, because his throat was coarse and dry as though burning inside his neck, "We have our Matoran to take care of - our Turaga, too - our friends, our-"

"You have nothing but your duty and yourselves." Artakha corrected him.

They flinched.

"As I have nothing but my duty and my creations." Artakha continued.

Few were aware that he had no brother anymore.

They did not inquire how he had come in possession of such information: beyond their inquiry being a waste of time, certainly it had not reached him in the same way it had them. Like for his reason of existence he simply seemed to have already known, somehow, that his only kin's death upon return would have been inevitable.

After all, one does not keep a broken instrument.

"We're not complete," Lewa fought back feebly, struggling through the tightness that threatened to crush his middle into a jagged heap, "Kopaka and Pohatu - they are-"

"They will come to me eventually, as you have done." Artakha sentenced. "And in the most dire of cases, I will simply make them once more."

The weak glow of his mask sent chills down their spines and almost sent them to their knees.

He had said it so carelessly. Without any inflection, any intonation, any difference in his speech. His voice had remained polished and clean, sanitized, pale colors melting into a greyish nothingness as though the images he conjured through them had not been nightmares woven into song.

He watched them as they contorted and writhed in place as composedly as they could, still slaves to the stilling awe he commanded. He did not blink.

"How many times have you made us?" Onua wheezed. Dark spots stole the sight from his eyes.

"For now, once." Artakha responded.

They wanted to cry.

They wanted to scream.

They wanted it to be over.

"We can't stay." Lewa breathed. He felt only an impossibly wide, horrible, biting cold.

The waves rocked behind them softly, gently, anchoring them to their bodies and selves as they struggled to do so on their own.

He remained unperturbed.

"Come now." Artakha only repeated. "You are to be preserved in sleep: that is my duty as well. You overshot your time active - two weeks had been calculated as the maximum amount it would have taken for you to deal with any issue; after all that has happened whilst you were awake, I assume this will be a... Pleasant... Change of pace."

(He said 'pleasant' strangely. As though he was using that word only out of politeness, without intention, without understanding it. As though the very concept behind it existing was alien to him.)

Then he turned, and walked through the open gate once more.

He did not look back when it became clear no other footsteps would have followed his own; he did not stop when the heavy entrance to his realm closed definitively behind him and he found his fortress once more lacking his most useful tools.

He walked to his chamber, passing the Matoran he had been given across the millennia: they worked in thoughtless silence, as Matoran were always meant to do, some repairing the signs of age upon the floors and walls, some taking materials to their rightful places, some finishing up the count of this or that's inventory, more still tinkering away much like he'd long been used to - perfect clanging cogs of a well-oiled clockwork. Soon enough they would complete their endless work, for nothing else would be there to be done; only then they would stop, and sit, and wait, in a blank torpor that fools might have called sleep, in order to be ready to return to their duties when their toiling would once again be required.

He arrived to the room (not the forge, not for now) and stood before his useless throne; there he stopped, and sat, and waited, staring forth with one eye as the other gazed upon the ceiling in a vaguely aware torpor, patiently existing in a stasis borne of lack of duty.

He was ready to remain for ages.

He had been made to, after all.

But movement distracted him.

A crooked thing walked into the chamber, smiling.

He recognized not the vessel, but the neutral miasma which slithered from its mangled form: it wriggled through the space around him like larvae burrowing in prey, used to permeating every mind it touched, and only regarded him curiously when it found him impervious to the complex, confusing charm of its ever winding workings.

"You." Artakha said dispassionately.

The crooked thing stood before him, smiling.

"There is nothing in this world for you." Artakha stated simply.

"The toys belong to the box, the box belongs to the child, and the child belongs to the parent."

"Leave my realm at once." Artakha insisted without animosity. "There is nothing for you here."

"In the smith's forge the furnace is indeed king amongst the tools, but a tool itself nonetheless."

"I am aware of myself and my duty, my eternity." Artakha spoke. "You cannot impede my function."

"Of course I can!"

He stiffened suddenly; his neck bent under the weight of his head and his body sagged where he sat. His chest convulsed briefly, just enough to push a murky liquid through his crevices, coating his body in blackened rivulets doomed to dry out.

His mask laid cracked and half made dust where it had fallen from his face.

He did not move.

The crooked thing turned, and walked through the door once more, smiling as it crept out of the fortress amongst heaps of stilled machines, crumpled into a pantomime of its mangled shape and silent even of their inner mechanical song, that until moments earlier had been so hard at work on maintaining the broken life-sized diorama of a bustling holy island.

[sandflakedraws]

thoughts on dawndory and dickoryjohn?

way too many.

tho congrats anon! you managed to hit on two of the three john ships i really enjoy.

dawndory is fun because lord knows john could use someone who's good at shutting down nonsense, and someone who might encourage him to actually like - feel some of that awful sadness he doesn't want to acknowledge is there. and there's something really compelling to me about dawn being dragged kicking-and-screaming into finding her silly side .. cause. . . .

i mean. its john.

hijinks will happen. and they will be funny.

also shoutout to ottosbigtop for this post, because the instant i see the word dawndory its the first thing that pops into my head. echolalia for the mind. oooh. don't like how u said that

and johnkory my weakness johnkory!!!!

like flickory's already unhinged extrapolating but JOHNKORY'S A WHOLE NOTHER BEAST.

eldest brothers who insist on a bad plan because the consequences for failure seem devastating, who even find some satisfaction in enacting it despite clear pushback, like-! one of these guys only gets two minutes of screentime, and yet !!!! the parallels be paralleling....

plus, the open-ended nature of their backstories just leave em ripe for further explorations. i like to lean into the idea that they both became the "man of the house" wayyyyyy too young.

[jojossillywalk]

do you ever think about how polnareff lost his mom young and canonically admits that he has no family back in france, his memory version of sherry says that he'd have done anything for her, one of his prominent memories is buying her an umbrella, and his memory version brings up his regret about one time he flipped at her when they were kids.

and how he initially takes avdol having concern for him as patronizing and how he is very insistent that he's been "alone from the start" and his admittedly extremely inconvenient habit of going off by himself by reflex becomes minimally less funny

[teknoctarkamacska]

Oh hell yes. I love this so much. Eusocial animals are a whole other level of organisation. Ax and Cassie are right, it's quite literally like the cells of a multicellular organism: the colony/hive feeds, breeds and reacts to the environment as one single organism. It's incredibly cool and a wildly successful strategy.

[cheaploafs]

WIP Wednesday ✨

Thank you sm for tagging me! @flowersforthemachines

I’ve been working on writing siren au recently and have been enjoying writing Ivy’s POV for chapter 2 so far! Here’s a little snippet of them currently in the Dellamorte estate after breaking in to check on their now favorite human, Lucanis <3

Various books could be found stacked on the wooden table separating the fireplace and him, some with painted covers while others a wall of text. There was a bottle with some form of liquid inside it, a glass right by the floor nearly finished. It was tempting to give it a taste but that isn't what Ivy came here for. Who knew when the mortal would wake and spending time being distracted wasn't going to help. All they needed was a good look at his face and with how his head laid perfectly still against the pillow, they may have gotten exactly what they needed. Ivy's eyes studied his features just as they did on that stormy night by the shore. His hair was shorter then, the nest of hair on his face wasn't as apparent either. The bags under his eyes weren't so prominent and he didn't appear to be so… fragile before. In a state of rest that should be a comfort, the human looked exhausted and overall restless. Beneath the rough exterior however was still the human Ivy saved that night. It was their first hunt in months after their parents caught them last and they couldn't even enjoy the spoils because well, the spoils were already lost. Yet Ivy saved him anyway, using their strength to bring life back to him and making sure others of his kind came to his aid. They still didn't know why they were drawn to him. He was just another human, something Ivy still couldn't believe. What are you? their curious thoughts lingered on as they brought a hand closer to his face, barely touching the skin out of fear. A string of guilt slowly rose to the surface as they finally left his side, their eyes catching the patterned fabric just at the edge of the seat. How could they think of killing the one they saved so easily like this? They took the fabric into their hands with a form of caution, bringing it close to Lucanis' legs. Their brief distraction came at a cost though when an ill placed glass tipped over, clattering right against the tile floors. Ivy froze, their hands dropping the fabric back to it's original place and as expected, the humans sleep was disturbed. He woke with a freight, his body twisting in their direction and without any thought, Ivy sang a song of slumber out of panic. What normally would sound like claws scraping against wood became a sound they never knew they had, an enchanted melody that caused Lucanis to fall right back into sleep. Shit.

I never know who to tag for these things so if you see this i am tagging you 🫵🫵 I would love to see your works if you have any!!! 🫶

[simplestudentplanning]

22 Reasons To *NOT* Drop Out of Uni

Edit: I noticed that some of these reasons seem superficial, but I created this list with the intention of helping non-intrinsically motivated people feel like uni isn’t this huge obligation they have to do (even when it is). It’s supposed to give them a reason to wake up in the morning feeling excited for school. Some people just aren’t motivated by reasons like, “to learn new things,” or “to change the world,” because those reasons aren’t personal to them. They have to feel like they’re not wasting their time doing this 4-year process. This is especially true for people that were forced to go to school due to their parents, outside expectations, and other similar reasons! For others, that aren’t forced to go and truly want to expand their knowledge, sometimes just have bad days and need a little extra motivation to get them going!

It's finals; I get it. We're all burnt out and/or discouraged, but sometimes we all need a little reminder of why we're doing this.

You can read these as affirmations, write them in your notebook, or say it out loud. Whatever works for you, just do it.

Some of these might work for you, some might not. Just find a reason to keep going when you feel unmotivated.

Note: I will be updating this post occasionally, so feel free to drop some suggestions!

I will finish my degree so I can be the first _____ in the family.

I will finish my degree to get my dream job.

I will finish my degree so I can make MONEHHH.

I will finish my degree so I can provide for my family (current or future).

I will finish my degree so I can live my dream life.

I will finish my degree so I can show everyone who ever doubted me that I did it.

I will finish my degree so I can make my family proud.

I will finish my degree so I can make _____ proud.

I will finish my degree so I can make myself proud.

I will finish my degree so I can be a role model for kids.

I will finish my degree so I can destroy the patriarchy.

I will finish my degree so I can show little girls that you can be a successful [insert job title] as a woman.

I will finish my degree so I can show little boys that you can be a successful [insert job title] as a man.

I will finish my degree so I can show kids that you can be a successful [insert job title], regardless of your gender.

I will finish my degree so I can say "I told you so" to _____.

I will finish my degree so I show my [role model/mentor] I did it.

I will finish my degree so I can prove everyone wrong.

I will finish my degree so I can prove everyone right. (This is for you people who have families with high overachieving standards.)

I will finish my degree so I can make Karens feel stupid when they ask me a question about the field I studied.

I will finish my degree so I will never have to work in fast food/retail again. (This is for you my poorly-treated customer service peeps.)

I will finish my degree so I can be the breadwinner and will go home to my spouse wearing a pink apron saying "I love cooking for my [insert future job title] with a 6-figure income <3.

I will finish my degree so I can provide for my seven [or insert another number] cats.

[rivalsforlife]

losing "the sight of that man" line was a tragic loss for the narumitsuers but off the top of my head the most visceral line losses I felt were "you literally jumped into my life" and "you should be grateful! I gave you the chance to play the ace attorney!" because the official translations were kinda giving me nothing. the monologue around "sight of that man" is still very impactful when referring only to gregory, but the other two did not hit nearly as hard and were some of my favorite lines in the fan translation.

[succulentsiren]

{ 4 } 🦢FINDING YOUR SIREN SONG🤍

Remember, you must pull from your natural qualities to make music and become magnetic. If you force it, you will make noise and become repellent. (An example of this in pop culture is Chloe Bailey. She’s a naturally seductive and sweet artist but her image is forced and imbalanced. Rihanna for instance, is also naturally seductive and sweet but instead of forcing her sexuality, she blends it well with her light playfulness, making her appeal exude naturally).

[backpackingspace]

I am once again thinking about my swinger! con artists! Odypen and diomedes being their much younger bratty thrid au

[roeswater]

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