#brainspin

[neapeaikea]

I posted something!

Life and what not has had me not writing for many, many months as I've lacked time and inspiration. Recently I've been wanting to get back into writing and been excited about being creative again. To get things started, I decided to look into my WIP's and drafts, and found this gem! At the time, I remember thinking it lacked definition and colur, but now I get fuzzy feelings from it.

Sometimes, it can be a short story about two guys being dopey. It doesn't have to describe all parts of their looks or anatomy. We all know what Stiles and Derek look like. We can create the scene ourselves. It doesn't need to be a long-fic about angst and perserverance. It can be about a dog whose breed doesn't even get mentioned.

The irony of the word "chat" being in the title of a fic concerning a dog is not lost on me. I truly considered calling it Derek Gets A Dog, but no. I also had a genuine brainspin about when The Mandalorian came out, what year Stiles would've been in at college and I just... I just decided that had no importance whatsoever. It's just fic, man.

[strawberry-seal77]

I have no context but can I brainspin you too

yeah sure strawberry spinning party !!!!!

[brighteyestish]

I had a wonderful drive going to visit my grandson for his BD. I was remembering this drive on Hwy 14 to Toppenish from Vancouver that I have made sooo many times to pick up grandkids. When I would go pick up @tayhernandez__ & bring her to my house, she so loved the scenery along Hwy 14. So on my youngest daughters BD I decided to reminisce. It was a good drive❣️ But I was also contemplating that same granddaughter’s wedding. #reminiscentdrive #michellegenevick #winterwedding #mountainforrest🌲 #clouds #kentuckywedding #coolweather☁ #brainspin #relaxing #singinginthecar🚗 (at Stevenson, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSTL-sCrdeV/?utm_medium=tumblr

[skuzz]

Work in progress. Collaboration with Mark Schornak #medicalartwork #brainspine #retrosig #brainstem #surgicalapproach #cavernous #malfomation #digitalpaintings #cavmal #braintumor #surgical #intervention #brainsurgery #neuroresidency #neuroradiology #craniotomy #radiology #digitalartworks #neuroscientist #osteology #medicalart #traditionalillustrations #skullartwork #cranialnerve #pathological #journalpublication #cranialnerves #arachnoid #corridor #pia @aprendiendo_medicina @pasion.medica @medicinabrasill @neurocirurgiabr @i_kosmetolog (at St. Joseph's Hospital and Medical Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_2deVol02E/?igshid=1bmzk827n0px8

[brbgensokyo]

flowers are fucked, absolutely fucked, same shelf as mushrooms

[mitsume]

i think the worst part abt rare longname brainspine condition is its given me the brain fog to end all brain fog for over a year now and i feel like im a shell of myself anr have no clarity or creativity in a way that is like teaming up with depression but also far more potent and aggressive than it. i wish id be better i'm trying to "come back" a lot like i used to be this color

but now im just this color

[pasprobleme]

this is how de play #brainspin

[annikasafternoonread]

Hello all! The world didn’t end! I barely slept the night before, just lay awake for ages -- not even brainspinning like sometimes keeps me awake, but just... unable to sleep. 

But we lived. The first woman and second person of colour (I don’t think there have been more than that) is vice president of the United States. And someone who doesn’t want to put children in cages, make policy via tweet, and tell people to inject themselves bleach is president.

At least one of those three qualifications doesn’t describe Snow (he really wants to put children in cages), but I couldn’t say about the other two.

Let’s get reading.

[morrisbrokaw]

The Truth About What’s in My Bag

I love those cutesy magazine articles, ‘What’s in Her Bag?!” Each person the magazine interviews always seem to carry cute trinkets and expensive beauty products that are completely unreasonable. Elsa Hosk, Swedish Victoria’s Secret model, carries $36 Shiseido lip sheen, a $100 de-puffing eye mask, and a bottle of $96 Bergdorf Goodman “Sleep Food” pills in her bag. Yes! Completely practical! While reading through these, it’s easy to fall under the allure that all women have their lives figured out. And, in the interim, I’m left feeling a little lost, unorganized, and poor (Writer’s Note: for tough audiences, I understand these articles may be fabricated and it’s not totally crazy that some people carry $30 lipgloss in their purse, simply trying to make a cute point).

Firstly, I carry a beat up and soft Duluth Pack the size of my head and it’s heavy. I think it weighs fifteen pounds on a good day. Second of all, everything in my purse is random, repetitive, and excruciatingly…dirty? I honestly have no idea where all the dirt came from. It is heinous. If I have to dig to the basement of my purse, my fingernails look like I scaled a mountain.

Which brings me to my point! On the outside, I think I look put together. At least how I like to imagine myself appearing put together: wearing pants that are clean, paying my rent on time, feeding my cat before he decides to suffocate me during a studious Netflix binge, and working on not over-nurturing my succulents. I have a good job. I do my very best to take care of my friends and family, and I’m learning how to budget, save money, and workout on a regular basis.

But that’s just the thing. We’re all lying to each other. On the outside, we can look put together, but it’s what’s within our insides that makes us who we are. Thus why I thought it would be appropriate to share with you the inner workings of my purse. It’s not fair to say I have it together. Because I don’t. And the proof is in the purse lining.

What’s in my bag:

An old coach wallet. Its insides hold just about every credit card + punch card I’ve ever owned, business cards from random networking events where I blind myself from my anxiety with bad Pinot Grigio, three MetroCards, a Fauntleroy – Vashon Washington State Ferry ticket, a hopeful ‘Buy One Get One Free Quarter Pounder’ receipt I kept after a sad trip to McDonald’s, and a half-eaten caramel.

Yes, the half-eaten caramel was re-wrapped and put back into my wallet.

Sour Heart, a glorious book (and the current one I’m reading) by Jenny Zhang. I’m super glad it’s currently in my bag because I should plug it anyway.

Giant purple Minnesota Super Bowl LII mittens that I never wear when I need to sweep the snow off my car. Instead, they smell faintly of stale coffee because I split an entire mug on my computer keyboard and wiped it up with them.

A can opener keychain with a mysterious beer logo on both sides.

A bottle of SPF 30 Ultra Sheer sunscreen that I’ve been putting on my hands in replacement of lotion for months now and the expiration date was sometime in 2016.

Two bottles of essential oils, one for Mental Clarity and one for Stress Recovery. Their directions: “Rub 1-2 drops on palms, cup over nose and inhale deeply 5 times. Sweep remaining oil over clothing or hair” (I find this charming).

A rock from the west coast that is slightly shaped like a heart, more so shaped like a rock from the west coast.

A screw and 18 bobby pins.

Brainspin, a game my fiance and I picked up during our road trip down the west coast. We had purchased it for $5 at Powell Books in Portland and played it in a jet lag haze during dinner. This card game has been in my purse since last May.

A birthday card still in its plastic wrapping for my mother. Her birthday was in November. Mom, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry.

Two gift cards to Joe & Stan’s for $20. Joe & Stan’s is a dive bar my friends and I frequent regularly every Tuesday. We play trivia with against four other teams (on a good night) and the $20 gift card is the second place prize.

A Minnesota Craft Notes guidebook with one stamp within: Flat Earth Brewing (one of our favorites).

A Wings Financial Credit Union letter with my pin number and, on the back, detailed instructions by my fiance about how to make a balance transfer. It’s one thing I’m embarrassed to admit, but I deal very badly with money. And dammit this is bad for the patriarchy but I’m happy I am engaged to a finance guy, okay!!?

One…mitten. Not including the pair before.

A taco bell receipt that is longer than your average CVS receipt. No comment on what is within.

A hot pink doorknob (I wish I were kidding).

A set of NYPD playing cards.

Some Hot Hands hand warmers from when I worked the Super Bowl in February.

A tube of expired toothpaste.

A silicone beauty applicator.

Pennies, so many pennies. I have access to so much change. It’s all dirty. Why are all of these pennies so ridiculously disgusting??

A hair clip.

THREE MORE BOTTLE OPENERS. I really need to start considering if I have that high of a need for opening liquor in urgent circumstances.

TEN LIPSTICKS.

TEN PENS.

We can learn a lot about each other if we just take a minute to remember we all have a purse and a linen closet and a heart where nothing makes sense. We are all a little messy, unsure, and trying to get by with the simple movements of the day. Most importantly, no matter the show we’re flaunting on the outside, we all have a few dirty pennies, half-eaten caramels, and a hot pink doorknob hiding somewhere.

Brittany Chaffee is an avid storyteller, professional empath, and author. On the daily, she gets paid to strategize and create content for brands. Off work hours, it’s all about a well-lit place, warm bread, and good company. She lives in St.Paul with her 80-year-old cat, Butch. Read more about her latest book, Borderline, and go hug your mother.

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