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real adult™ tip from a real adult™ with executive dysfunction

do stuff while waiting for other stuff

like that sounds intuitive and vague but so much of the day is spent in a period of wait and if you struggle to motivate yourself to do things then this is the best time

waiting for your water to boil? bag up your garbage. waiting for your coffee to drip? wipe down your counters. roommate taking up the bathroom? scoop the cat box. waiting for your food to cook in the microwave? do however many dishes you can while it’s in there. 

waiting is the perfect time to do a limited amount of something for yourself where you would be otherwise just standing around doing fuck-all

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Y'all.

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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'

what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip

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So I guess we’re all drawing Yuus huh

(My mutuals’ Yuus + other Yuus that I think are cool)

Ashi by @ashipiko

Shuu by @oya-oya-okay

Andy by @rizdoodls

Mina by @twtysevapr

Oz by @viperbunnies

Jovelina by @jovieinramshackle

Yuusha by @crystallizsch

Yuuya by @cheerleaderman

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I can barely contain myself right now

holy shit

HOLY SHIT

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TODAYS CHALLENGE

The Portfolio Sheet

I challenge you to create a commission sheet, no matter what kind of art you do, digital 2D, traditional, crafting, writing, voice acting, music, video editing, photography, literally anything!

however best suits the art you make, find a way to present it, this is not only a fun exercise, it's also a great way to show off what you've made. really useful for applying to colleges, applying for jobs, but most importantly it's just cool to have for when people ask to see the art you make!

not doing commissions? no problem! you can make the sheet purely for fun. alternatively though, you can show off your art, and in the area where you would display the prices you can write "NOT FOR SALE" or "YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO HAVE THIS ART" or perhaps "YOU COULD NEVER AFFORD MY TALENTS", etc

best of luck :>

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If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

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how to find literally any post on a blog in seconds (on desktop)

there are so many posts about ~tumblr is so broken, you can’t find any post on your own blog, it’s impossible, bluhrblub~

I am here to tell you otherwise! it is in fact INCREDIBLY easy to find a post on a blog if you’re on desktop/browser and you know what you’re doing:

url.tumblr.com/tagged/croissant will bring up EVERY post on the blog tagged with the specific and exact phrase #croissant. every single post, every single time. in chronological order starting with the most recent post. note: it will not find #croissants or that time you made the typo #croidnssants. for a tag with multiple words, it’s just /tagged/my-croissant and it will show you everything with the exact phrase #my croissant

url.tumblr.com/tagged/croissant/chrono will bring up EVERY post on the blog tagged with the exact phrase #croissant, but it will show them in reverse order with the oldest first 

url.tumblr.com/search/croissant isn’t as perfect at finding everything, but it’s generally loads better than the search on mobile. it will find a good array of posts that have the word croissant in them somewhere. could be in the body of the post (op captioned it “look at my croissant”) or in the tags (#man I want a croissant). it won’t necessarily find EVERYTHING like /tagged/ does, but I find it’s still more reliable than search on mobile. you can sometimes even find posts by a specific user by searching their url. also, unlike whatever random assortment tumblr mobile pulls up, it will still show them in a more logically chronological order

url.tumblr.com/day/2020/11/05 will show you every post on the blog from november 5th, 2020, in case you’re taking a break from croissants to look for destiel election memes 

url.tumblr.com/archive/ is search paradise. easily go to a particular month and see all posts as thumbnails! search by post type! search by tags but as thumbnails now

url.tumblr.com/archive/filter-by/audio will show you every audio post on your blog (you can also filter by other post types). sometimes a little imperfect if you’re looking for a video when the op embedded the video in a text post instead of posting as a video post, etc

url.tumblr.com/archive/tagged/croissant will show you EVERY post on the blog tagged with the specific and exact phrase #croissant, but it will show you them in the archive thumbnail view divided by months. very useful if you’re looking for a specific picture of a croissant that was reblogged 6 months ago and want to be able to scan for it quickly 

url.tumblr.com/archive/filter-by/audio/tagged/croissant will show you every audio post tagged with the specific phrase #croissant (you can also filter by photo or text instead, because I don’t know why you have audio posts tagged croissant) 

the tag system on desktop tumblr is GENUINELY amazing for searching within a specific blog! 

caveat: this assumes a person HAS a desktop theme (or “custom theme”) enabled. a “custom theme” is url.tumblr.com, as opposed to tumblr.com/url. I’ve heard you have to opt-into the former now, when it used to be the default, so not everyone HAS a custom theme where you can use all those neat url tricks. 

if the person doesn’t have a “custom theme” enabled, you’re beholden to the search bar. still, I’ve found the search bar on tumblr.com/url is WAY more reliable than search on mobile. for starters, it tends to bring posts up in a sensible order, instead of dredging up random posts from 2013 before anything else

if you’re on mobile, I’m sorry. godspeed and good luck finding anything. (my one tip is that if you’re able to click ON a tag rather than go through the search bar, you’ll have better luck. if your mutual has recently reblogged a post tagged #croissant, you can click #croissant and it’ll bring up everything tagged #croissant just like /tagged/croissant. but if there’s no readily available tag to click on, you have to rely on the mobile search bar and its weird bizarre whims) 

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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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Literal definition of spyware:

Also From Microsoft’s own FAQ: "Note that Recall does not perform content moderation. It will not hide information such as passwords or financial account numbers. 🤡

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"stress" by yoan capote - made of bronze and concrete

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On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Krampus x researcher reader

At this point you had come to terms with three current facts: you were alone in a cabin in the freezing cold, you were going to be alone in a cabin in the freezing cold for at least a week, and it was your own fault that you were going to be alone, in a cabin, in the freezing cold, for at least a week.

You were a young researcher, more eager, anxious, and optimistic than others. And this was a once-in-a-generation opportunity. Not only was the project getting funding indefinitely, but no crackpot millionaire was helicoptering. There was no hesitation.

So you took the chance and went on ahead of your team to the cabin. You planned to complete preliminary data collection, set up some equipment, take every second possible to give you and your team a head start. After all, indefinite was a double edged sword. You knew that if your sponsor decided to pull their support that would be the end of it. Time is of the essence.

Only, you didn’t realize how unprepared you were for the oppressive emptiness. The snow and ice bleached everything and deafened the noise. With all the animals either asleep or hidden everything felt dead. Only the evergreen trees remained as the last signs of life. And it was going to be like this until your colleagues arrive. Living in what felt like a freezing desolate wasteland. It didn’t help that you were a long drive out from any nearby towns. As eager as you were for human interaction, being stuck in the middle of the woods freezing to death didn’t sound particularly appealing. So you were stuck.

Your sigh surprised you, breaking the spiral of thoughts and the series of grunts and 'ow's as you took boxes into the cabin. You were officially on the clock. Pride soon joined and now you were the picture-perfect researcher, notes scrawled over page after page between a notebook, journal, and computer.

After a while, your anxieties had taken to the back burner. The finished work left you satisfied and confident. A glance at a nearby clock told you it was half an hour after ten.

Now that you could focus on the present, you took in the features of the room. You were sitting at a small table off to the side of the kitchen in a simple breakfast nook. Your work is spread out over the table, easily covering it. The cabin was rather simple, no decorations other than a handful of pictures that must have been bought with the frame.

Walking around the place, it was easy to see its potential. You were not into interior design by any means, but this cabin had the make of an all-be-bit much larger, classic cabin style. In the end, after meandering through the house, you were left staring at the rather bland living room. Maybe it was the stress, the holiday spirit, or you missed your calling in interior design, but you had the desire to decorate.

Then an idea struck you, a wonderful idea, an awfully wonderful idea. With this new excitement, you hurried to bundle up and run outside, though not before turning on How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

You had a faint recollection of a shed on the side of the house. As you opened the doors you could feel your heart beating and your emotions reached a crescendo. This felt like the answer to all your problems and it was so simple.

Clothes now soaked in sweat stuck to your skin and your muscles burned. Gloves lay abandoned in the snow, axe gripped tightly in your hands, and you leaned over using the axe to support yourself. You barely noticed the crash from the fall of the tree as you struggled to catch your breath.

Your plans to cut down a tree seemed so simple at first and now the cold air burned your face and throat as you panted. You shakily lifted your head to look at the tree, now lying on its side.

"Finally!" You exasperated, letting your head fall back down, not without cursing. You took your time to eventually standing straight. The dread only just set in as you stared at the tree, smile slowly falling. You needed to drag it back. After a glance at your wrist, your stomach flipped at how long you’ve been out.

Unbeknownst to you, something entertained itself watching you struggle to get the tree to the cabin. Cloven hooves didn't make a noise in the snow as they followed you back.

Your miserable attempt left you whimpering as you pulled the tree through the snow. You stifled a whimper as you let go of the tree to give yourself a moment to breathe. The shed had to have something that could help. You jogged over to the shed, close to just heading inside. Even just for a little bit, those daily defeats were starting to wear on you.

You were lost in thought as you neared the open doors, brainstorming the simplest solution. You almost didn't noticed the sled. Your head snapped to face it when you caught sight of it out of the corner of your eye. It was a rather lovely pull sled. A nice coppery wood with a lovely shine. The red cushioning was of a nice quality, soft and springy. It looked big enough to get the job done and more importantly the easiest option.

You were halfway out of the shed before stopping in your tracks. The hair on the back of your neck stood straight and your entire body stiffened. The sweat didn't help, now making you much colder. The tree leaned against the now-open doorway of the house. You dropped the reigns of the sled and slowly, and maybe foolishly, went inside.

You took the time to quietly pull the tree inside. After the effort you put into cutting and dragging it halfway, you were unwilling to leave it.

It was sometime before you continued on. You simply stood there and tried to find any signs of another life. You only moved on when you were satisfied that the only breathing was yours.

It took some sadistic amusement from watching you carefully go about the cabin. Analyzing every bit and piece, every sense heightened. The natural prey instincts were alluring, it made them wish they were in there with you, stalking you. And why should they resist?

You moved through rooms with deliberation. You didn't touch anything, changing would cover the intruder's tracks. Every step was slow and deliberate, you couldn't help but feel watched. The muscles in your legs tensed at any noiseIt was animalistic, the way you crept through the cabin, stiff and wide-eyed.

You moved at the creaks of the floorboards. A couple of times you almost caught sight of them, twisting around inhumanly fast. His hoves were fast, and wit even faster. Slowly, you were unknowingly led upstairs.

By now you were in a basic shirt and pants, shedding layers as they hindered you. The last thing you shed was your socks after they almost made you slip. They could almost taste your fear, now accented with the shock, when you caught yourself. The gasp was the only sound they had heard from you since this game had begun and it was tantalizing. He licked his lips as they slowly followed you up the stairs. It should be humiliating with the amount of pleasure he was deriving from this, but not once did he stop to care. Maturity or age did not matter, the ocean could steal a tourist's hat and still drown a ship and he was no better.

His tail swung between his legs as he slowly cornered you upstairs. Excitement built, the tension growing. They knew you could feel it. Even if you couldn't understand it. With the way your back was taut like a deer about to leap, he bet you could taste it.

His luck ended there with the open door. A mirror graced you and in it a beast. You lept forward, twisting back as you did to see the monster stalking you. It was already leaping at you, easily covering the distance between the two. Long, heavy dark fur covered you, and his face pulled a twisted smug grin down at you.

Fear and downright irritation joined and pushed you on to fight.

He reeled back when you punched, more from the shock than any pain. You were already on your stomach crawling away. He couldn't stop the grin on his face. Your fighting spirit left him eager for more. Large clawed hands grasped at your sides, pulling you to him. A swift kick to the stomach was enough to get him away. Then it clicked, he was toying with you, treating this as some sort of game. Letting you get away but pulling you close when you got too far. Your fear quickly transformed into rage and you did everything you could to make this painful for him.

After a while of them toying with you as you violently attacked, he finally used a bit of their strength. You felt the muscles underneath the clothes and thick fur ripple and come to life. The pressure held you flat to the floor, incapable of injuring yourself or them. Now forced to lay there underneath him, sounds turned into words.

"What the hell you shit-stained oversized terrier!" You snapped at him, the start of what was a long rant, "Was there even a reason behind any of this bullshit you local-theater-off-brand? Did ya just have the time and decided it would be more fun to fuck with someone already having a shitty day? Too unoriginal to go ruin someone else's might as well go to someone who's already had it ruined, huh?" You punctuated that one with an attempted kick, only to remember you were immobile.

Through all your struggling and further ranting, you hadn't noticed his amused expression. It was only when a deep rumble that formed a laugh came from their throat that you realized. They threw their head back, accentuating his massive twisted horns and long teeth. You laid there, finally speechless.

His laugh finally trickled out and he sneered down at you.

“You are quite the entertainment.” They mused. A deep, growling voice greeted your ear, uncharacteristically sweet.

In that moment you realized how tired you were. You throat, which had already burned from the cold, felt dry and sore. Your entire body felt sore, not unwelcoming of the soothing pressure this beast had on you. You let yourself relax as you assumed you were safe. You were exactly sure what you could have even done if you weren’t so you didn’t feel like worrying.

They smirked at your dazed expression.

“Aw, is the little deer tired?” He mocked before slowly getting up. They took you with him, picking you up and pulling you flush to their chest.

“How about you go fuck yourself” You snapped back.

They weren’t deterred, humming happily as he carried you. One of their large hands rubbed circles on your back, pressing just enough for it to relax your muscles.

Despite your previous words, you found yourself relaxing against soft wool and thick fur, lulling you to sleep. Your breathing evened and you took in their scent, pine and some sort of holiday spice, and maybe… a bit of smokeyness?

As you got lost in thought you further drifted from the waking world, deeper into dreams.

To be continued

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If a trans girl tells you that she wants to start dressing more femme and your response is "but you're conforming to gender stereotypes" then she is entitled to punch you in the face as hard as she wants