#i have spotify premium so i have it in like a specific order so i have a vanessa section and a vanny section

[send-me-a-puffalope]

this playlist has become my main playlist at this point, which speaks volumes about my mental state rn (all thoughts lead back to Vanessa)

[zooophagous]

So why do you hate the advertising industry?

Hokay so.

Let me preface this with some personal history. It's not relevant to the sins of the advertising industry perse but it illustrates how I started to grow to hate it.

I wanted to be a veterinarian growing up, but to be a vet you basically have to be good enough to get into medical school. I do not have the math chops or discipline to make it in medical school. I went into art instead, and in a desperate attempt to find some commercial viability that didn't involve moving to California, I went into graphic design.

I've been a graphic designer for about seven or eight years now and I've worn a lot of hats. One of them was working in a print shop. Now, the print shop had a lot of corporate customers who had various ad campaigns. One of them was Gate City Bank, which had a bigass stack of postcards ordered every couple months to mail to their customers.

Now, paper comes from Dakota Paper, and they make their paper the usual way. Somewhere far, far from our treeless plain there is a forest of tall trees. These trees are cut down and put on big fossil fuel burning trucks and hauled to a paper mill that turns them into pulp while spewing the most fowl odors imaginable over the neighboring town and loads the pulp up with bleach to give it a nice white color.

Then the paper is put on yet another big truck and hauled off to the local paper depot, then put on another big truck and delivered to my print shop, where I turned the paper into postcards telling people to go even deeper into debt to buy a boat because it's almost summer. The inks used are a type of nasty heat sensitive plastic that is melted to the surface of the paper with heat. Then the postcards are put on yet ANOTHER truck and sent to the bank, which puts them on ANOTHER truck and finally into the hands of their customers, who open their mail and take one look at the post card and immediately discard it.

Heaps and heaps and literal hundreds of pounds of literal garbage created at the whim of the marketing team several times a year. And thats just one bank in one city.

I came to realize very quickly that graphic design was the delicate art of turning trees into junk mail.

And wouldn't you know it there are a TON of companies that basically only do junk mail. Many of them operate under the guise of a "charity," sending you pictures of suffering children or animals and begging for handouts and when they get those handouts the executives take a nice fat cut, give some small token amount to whatever cause they pay lip service to, and then put the rest of the cash right back into making more mailers. "Direct mail marketing" they call it.

Oh but maybe it's not so bad, you can advertise online after all. Now that there's decent ad blocker out there and better anti-virus ads usually don't destroy your computer anymore just by existing.

Except now when I search for the exact business I want on Google it's buried under three or four different "promoted search items" tricking me into clicking on them only to shoot themselves in the foot because I searched for the specific result I wanted for a reason and couldn't use those other websites even if I felt like it.

And now we have advertising on YouTube and on every streaming service, forcing more and more eyes onto the ad for the brand new Buick Envision that parks itself because you're too stupid to do it on your own.

Oh thats ok maybe I'll get Spotify premium and go ad free and listen to some podcasts- SIKE we have the hosts of your show doing the song and dance now. Are you depressed and paranoid from listening to my true crime podcast about murdered and mutilated teenagers? That's ok, my sponsor Better Help can keep you sane enough to stay alive and spend more money.

It's gotten so terrible that now you have content farms, huge hubs of shell companies that crank out video after video to get more and more precious clicks. Which if the videos were innocuous maybe that wouldn't be so awful except now you have cooking hacks that can actually burn your house down and craft hacks that can electrocute you being flung into your eyes at the speed of mach fuck so some slimy internet clickbait jockey doesn't need to get a real job.

It of course goes without saying that animals are also relentlessly exploited by clickbait companies that will put them in compromising situations on purpose to create a fake fishing hack video or even just straight up killing them for sport by feeding small animals to a pufferfish that rips them apart for the camera.

And all of this, ALL of this doesn't even touch how adveritising is the death of art in general. Queer topics, any kind of interesting art, any kind of sex or substance use topics are scrubbed clean and hidden at the behest of advertisers.

Sex education, a nude statue, topics such as racism or sexism or bigotry in general have tags purged or hidden from search, even life saving information about SDTs or drug use, because if someone saw that and complained then Verizon might sell fewer tablets and we can't fucking have that.

Conservative talking heads often bitch and moan that they're being censored on social media. The stupid part is, they're right! They are being censored! But it's not by a woke mob, it's by ATT and Coca Cola not wanting their adspace sharing screen time with their stupid fucking opinions.

However, they won't ever figure that out, because the talking heads they get their marching orders from like Tucker and Jones ALSO rely on the sweet milk flowing from the sponsorship teat and they aren't about to turn on their meal ticket so they have to come up with even stupider shit to say for the train to continue rolling.

I managed to rant this far without even getting into the ads I see for the beauty industry. The other day a botox ad described wrinkles as "moderate to severe crows feet" as if wrinkles are a symptom of a fucking serious disease! Like having a flaw in your skin is a medical problem that you need thousands of dollars of literal botulism toxin to fix! I was incandescent with anger.

Advertising is a polluting, censoring, anti educational and anti art industry at it's very core. It destroys human connections, suppresses human thought and makes us hate our own bodies. It ads no value, actively detracts from value, and serves no real purpose and I believe it should be almost if not entirely banned.

[secretlytranced]

Honestly, Hypnofy sounds like such a good idea.

So, for starters, it's got a similar payment model to Spotify: You can use it for free, but you can only listen to albums in their default order and you can't just play a specific file unless you put it first in a playlist. You also get ads every ~30mins, specifically when you're under (advertisers love the uptick in sales from brainwashed consumers choosing their items over a competitors).

Premium comes with the ability to listen to the files you want, when you want, ad free. Also has some nice bonuses like access to content creators who are opposed to their money coming from advertisers brainwashing people. Maybe some more stuff like podcasts, audiobooks, etc (with a hypno twist of course, like maybe getting to listen to a podcast with a sub, tist, and interviewer where the sub is just so excited to talk about their hobbies but they keep accidentally triggering themselves to get dumber, or an audiobook that's fully immersive with short wake-ups between each chapter in case you needed to do something other than be dr Victor Frankenstein creating your perfect man(and subsequently running in terror from him because you thought he was ugly after reanimation)).

Of course, you can create your own playlists of various hypno files, and you can also find other public playlists that people have made. You can even set your playlist to be private so only the people you share it with can listen to it.

There's an age verification requirement, with Hypnofy Kids being basically just sponsored content that's safe for kids and no ads, all for obvious reasons I would hope. This means that Hypnofy itself is 18+ and the "Explicit content" Tag is more of a courtesy (you're still required to add it when uploading your file, but if there's a mistake it's not the end of the world).

If you're feeling lucky, you can just pop on a genre radio like "Gentle Femdom", "Cock Dumb Trance", or "Mind Massage" and just zone out till you hit a file with a wake-up at the end.

Of course you can blacklist tags and creators.

And there's even an option you can turn on to include subliminal messages in everything you listen to, to enjoy the app, rate it 5 stars, share it with your friends, and maybe even add your own files if you're so inclined.

And of course: Wrapped is essential.

Ok, I'm calling investors, if you can work on getting some programmers on board, I think we got something good going here!

[floralcrematorium]

Spotify Asks: 8, 10, 15, 18?

Thanks for the ask!

8. Do you pay for spotify premium or do you listen to ads?

I got premium student when I started college and now I've graduated, so no more student discount for me. I think this is the only streaming service I'll willingly keep because I'm the kind of person who will listen to the same song on repeat for 3-4 hours and I don't think you can do that with free Spotify and with Youtube I can't close the app.

10. Shuffle your daily mix 2 and tell us what song comes up and your favorite lyrics.

"Inside" from RWBY V9; Casey Lee Williams & Martin Gonzalez

"Inside / A new me I'm ready / But who will I find? / Inside / I've gotta let go, but could I lose my mind?"

15. Are you a shuffler or a listen in order?

It entirely depends on the day/what playlist I'm listening to! I would use Heathers and Six The Musical played in order to get me through my long ass life-drawing classes back in college (Heathers in the morning and Six in the afternoon followed by podcasts). During long car rides I'll also listen to regular albums in order. When it comes to my normal music, I'll listen to my likes or normal playlists on shuffle. However, i'll listen to specific playlists in order like my Hetalia character theme songs or my Alfred and Lukas playlists.

18. What artist do you anticipate at the top of your Spotify Wrapped this year?

Fall Out Boy! While FOB hasn't always been my top artist, they're my favorite band and have been in my top five artists since I started using Spotify in 2018.

Spotify Asks

[brick-a-doodle-do]

BRICK! YOUR TURN!!!!!!!!!! HAVE MANY QUESTIONS!

You do not have to answer them all

I definitely didn't steal some of your questions because you ask really good questions and my brain struggled to think of any new ones...

favourite dsmp era?

what song do you think will be #1 on your spotify wrapped?

the reason you got into g/t?

favourite season?

chocolate or vanilla?

top 3 dsmp members (yes I'll make you pick 3 >:D)

a trope you wish came up more in gt/non g/t

favourite trope outside of gt

if you had a choice of a date, would you go to a restaurant or a movie?

favourite Broadway show (this is an essential question Brick)

do you believe in star signs and if they're accurate?

favourite head cannon you've come up with (gimme, gimmie, gimmie)

favourite c! ship? (any fandom and what one)

drawing or writing?

digital or traditional drawing?

acyrlic paint or water colour?

are you left handed or right handed? ambidextrous?

what's your or fav eye colour

first dsmp cc you watched?

Do you have YouTube Premium, or do you value money?

t!george & g!dream or g!george & t!dream?

favourite au in this fandom? If I don't get a link, Imma be sad.

If you could meet only one dsmp member irl, who would you meet?

thoughts on the people trying to speak to you about your cars extended warranty?

all time fav movie?

what's something you wished you received more of on your blog?

are you mad at me for poaching your questions?

and finally, have you ever had a secret account? (for any platform)

M A N Y W O R D S . . .

LOVE YOU GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG HI THANK YOU ILYSM !!!!!!

i will answer them all because you answered them all, it's only fair :D

pff that's totally fine, i was hoping you would cause some of these i have the answer for locked and loaded dsjfhgdnf

POGTOPIA!!! (AS OF RIGHT NOW) and I mean the pogtopia where techno and tommy are bonding, dream is teaming up with them to fight wars, tommy and sapnap and sam are making drugs, c!quackity hasn't gone all serious yet (i still love when he is don't get me wrong, you can't ever get a bad c!quackity), niki's helping commit arson and destroy a tower, like that shit is good and something i really enjoy. but pogtopia is on thin ice rn because of fucking pogtopia!wilbur, like i'm so pissed at him right now, leave tommy alone so he can bond with his friends :( ANSHDNF SORRY FOR THAT RAMBLE

oh gosh there's so many songs that i've listened to on repeat, i have a tendency to do that for certain events, no clue why,,,, but i think it'll probably be out of my league or the masochism tango. or some broadway song---i hope it's not the story of the phantom istg

dsmp, ngl. i've always liked that whole mini thing and didn't really know it was g/t (like you) but once i did, the first thing that popped up while scrolling this app on the g/t tag was dsmp g/t, and i think that's pretty funny because at the time i knew what the dsmp was but wasn't particularly interested in it, and i joined the fandom as soon as i saw those g/t posts. both fandoms helped each other lmaoo

fall primarily, but summer vibes can be nice

quackity, wilbur and george, they're my beloveds and i'll hold them close C: (in no specific order..)

i require more spider-man!tommy aus, i love them dearly. but as for tropes i kind of wish that there were more immortality fics without a happy ending. (spoilers for passerine and his curse of binding), pass!techno got to finish his life and hcob tommy got to live past 16, like that's a good ending (and let's be honest i sobbed at "there, nestled among the pink strands, delicate as a bird’s wing, was a single gray hair" but STILL for g/t, i want a fic where there's a colony in a craft store, because imagine the possibilities!!!! there's mini furniture in there, tons of things to make more furniture, and no matter how much they take, the store still gets to restock, because who would think a rat would take crafting supplies?

i'd probably go to a restaurant, but not a fancy one, because i really don't think that going to a movie theatre is all that romantic,,,

HAMILTON!! heathers is close behind, then probably rent and six :D

i kind of do, i can't say that i don't because yk there's no proof that they don't and there's a lot of things that make me think they do,,

ohhhh i don't think of headcannons ever,,, so i'm going to resort to using my own aus and my own worldbuilding session to give you this: curiosity!wilbur, after the two of them get out (:0), wilbur is extremely paranoid of doors, like he leaves the door to everyone's room cracked open, and hates leaving the house or going into it. the first time he went to tommy's house, it took techno dragging him in by the collar to get him inside, to which he was not happy,,

if it has to be a canon ship, then probably schlatt & quackity (at least i think it was canon) but again that's really based on lore so maybe karlnapity,,, anyway um for fanon, tnt duo is always >>> (can you tell i like quackity? lmao) and i in no way want them to get together, i just want that awkward romance, the whole thing with wilbur being for it and quackity being entirely unamused, i love that

writing, can't draw for the life of me lmao

traditional if i don't have a stylus

probably acrylic

i'm left handed!! :D

my eyes are brown and i like maroon-y eyes (looking at you wilbur, quackity, and george)

i actually have no fucking clue, i've been trying to remember for a good half a year now. i'm going to go see if i can find it and update you,,,,, okay nope i can't find it. but it's gotta be ranboo, there's no way it's not---i watched him so early, he's the first cc i followed on twitch AND the first cc i subbed to on youtube so it's gotta be him. i can very briefly recall watching something that looked a lot like lore (or at least they were on the server) and it was when i was searching up dsmp content, and i've narrowed that video down to one of three people: tommy, george, or one of those dsmp channels that follows lore. not sure which it was, don't think i ever will :'D

i value money, i'm not sure why someone would ever want youtube premium

ooooh that's a hard one, i think i'm going to say t!george and g!dream, the classic. but that's not to say that i don't love a t!dream

ooohohohoh okay hmm a classic answer would be tiny streamer au by @.corysmiles because who doesn't like a good ol' classic au? :D hmm close to that is supervillain and super...tiny? also by cory cause the interaction between tommy & wilbur in chapter two is just JSHGDNF /pos AND OH I FORGOT SUPERMARKET AU!! THAT FUCKING THING IS SUCH /VPOS IT'S JUST THE BEST THING TO EVER EXIST!! and lastly giant foster au. all basic answers because my g/t interest stays confined to tumblr and only this circle of creators lmaoo

honestly i really wouldn't want to meet any of them cuz idk social things but probably quackity, he seems genuinely so sweet, then maybe tommy? i think he'd be really easy to talk to :D

...............

ooh that's so difficult!!! :( but i think it's going to be the fear street trilogy, and if you want a specific movie, then fear street: 1978 (the second one) cause C'MON ITS SO GOOD!! and IT is always top tier for me despite the movie being shit,,,,

honestly i don't rlly know, because i get asks both when i'm asking and i'm not asking, and i think i get a pretty good amount of attention on my fics, there's not really a thing i would change :D because my goal was 100 followers and now i've achieved that, so i'm just kinda vibing here now,,

no i'd never be mad at you, these questions are lovely :D

*looks at this account* okay but seriously speaking, no one irl knows of this account,, and as for secret to this community, i did have a sideblog for a bit to interact with another one of my interests but i decided to get rid of it C:

BECKY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE!!!! I LOVE ANSWERING QUESTIONS >:DDD

[resident-gay-bitch]

okay, this will probably flop but whatever. i wanna know if you think you’d be friends with me irl, if so, what is most intriguing about me? if not, what makes me so unbearable in your eyes? (no shame, tell me, i don’t get offended, i’ll probably find it funny).

i also just want an excuse to talk about myself.

Warnin: i use 18+ language and terms.

i’m 18

gender non conforming / queer - however, i do resonate with femininity a lot in the way i call myself a girlfriend when in relationships / often refer to myself as a woman / would like to be called mummy - you know, here and there. though, gender is a construct and it’s stupid and i also wanna be a boy sometimes. idk if that makes sense. it’s a constant crisis.

i identify as ‘queer’ if i have to put a label on it, but i also think that sexuality is a construct and who cares about labels. if you wanna fuck people of same / various genders then that’s between you and the person you wanna fuck (or just date or kiss or whatver the fuck) you shouldn’t have to have a label or a ‘sexuality’.

i am very open and expressive with my sexuality and gender identity, i don’t give a fuck. if we’re in the middle of the street and i wanna make out with a girl (as long as it’s consensual) i’m gonna make out with a girl. if that 50 year old cis het white man wants to call me a faggot and that i’m sinning then go ahead, i have a boot that would just love to meet your ballsack.

i’m predominantly het though, if i’m being honest. i’m a sucker for penis. though, i’m a massive virgin with no experience.

anyway! i’m a Sag, though i know nothing about astrology, i just know that’s a defining quality for some people so imma add it.

i’m australian and have a love hate relationship with my country.

gigantic imagination and will constantly say dream.

im low key scared of america.

THEATRE KID. yes, well, sorta. i didn’t actually join drama class untill yr 10, but im a the biggest nut for theatre and wanna be in a musical so bad. my dream job is to act so.

did ballet my whole life, stopped when i was 17 because i couldn’t be fucked and hated my teacher with a passion.

love dancing.

i have a chronic music addiction. you will never see me without music. like, always listening. spotify premium is the best investment in the world. i listen to music in the car, in my room, when i’m writing, when i’m cleaning, when i’m walking, in the shower, when i’m practicing guitar. it’s just a need, an addiction. it helps me focus because i get so easily distracted.

i have an addiction to making playlists. i currently have 113 playlists on spotify, and growing. i make them all the time, sometimes i delete them when they’re just shit songs or if i start them and then forget about them for weeks and they just have 4 songs max in them.

fav artists at the moment are: (in no specific order)

Maya Hawke

Mötley Crüe

David Bowie (he’s my fav of all time)

The Smashing Pumpkins

Blue Öyster Cult

Djo

Led Zeppelin

Black Sabbath

The Talking Heads

Queen

Pearl Jam

favorite song of all time: Moonage Daydream by David Bowie, don’t know why, it just is.

fav genre: 80’s pop vibes, always has been always will be. there’s just something about the synth pad i can’t get enough of.

some songs i just can’t get enough of:

Kickstart My Heart by Mötley Crüe

Forever by Y&T

Drown by Smashing Pumpkins

Even Flow by Pearl Jam

Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat

Naked Eye by Letters To Cleo

South Elroy by Maya Hawke

my fav food would have to be sushi, hands down

go too drink is green tea with lemon and honey, i have about 2-3 a day, it’s an addiction.

comfort food: avocado toast.

comfort character atm: Eddie Munson.

i had a massive Draco phase a couple of years ago.

Steddie / Wolfstar / Byler are my fav ships in the entire world and they are all the same font and gay boys in love just make my heart swell.

i have never had a girlfriend but i was in love with the same girl for 4 years, does that count?

being gay is like, my personality at this point. so is being in fandoms but people here judge so bad.

i lived in Vietnam for 18 months a couple years ago which was rad.

i use terms like rad.

i constantly call people pet names which confuses them, especially when i call them baby. i find it amusing.

i’m very comfortable in my body, something i have worked hard to get too. i went from being super insecure but now i love myself and like to show myself and my pudge off.

I don’t shave. though, every 5 or so month i shave my pits but that’s a hygiene thing. sometimes i shave my legs at the same time, but that’s out of boredom and because why not? i often come to regret it.

have commitment issues when it comes to relationships but crave a long term love so bad.

have terrible baby fever. would definitely baby sit anyones kids for free, though if they offer to pay im obviously taking it.

am teaching myself guitar. i’m making it very hard for myself.

honestly, i think i have ADHD but only because just about every person i have ever met has straight up asked me if i have it… or people with ADHD have come up to me assuming i have it and spiked a conversation about it. but we’re not gonna bring it up with health care professionals, we don’t need a diagnosis right now.

compulsive spender. money is a construct to me. it’s just a number i see on my phone screen. though, i constantly complain about how broke i am.

not the best with social cues, literally, your gonna have to tell me something directly if you want me to know. if you try to hint your feelings, whatver they may be, im not gonna get it.

sarcasm queen. use humour as a coping mechanism.

almost failed highschool.

wore a suit to grad. was sexy af. had all the gay girlies panicking.

shaved my head 2 years ago. it boosted my confidence so much. it was right after a breakdown but i had my mums support so it’s cool. i was hot.

am a little too self involved. i love myself like, way too much. will stare at my reflection for hours. will talk about myself any chance i get. sometimes i forget that other people exist.

fav movie is Rocky Horror or Cars.

wanna play Frankie from RH so bad but like, i have boobs which kinda defeats the point. and i can’t sing.

can play feir elise & Master Of Puppets on the ukelele

get a crush on anyone that gives me attention.

cant tell if my best friend is just fake flirting or real flirtin - also can’t tell which i would prefer.

used to be super sporty and ran really fucking fast. for a while my only personality trait was bragging about being faster then all the guys in my year.

would go into the bathrooms and kiss girls in reception / yr 1 - idk how it took me 15 years to realise i was gay.

public primary school kid, private highschool kid.

love doin art but lowkey suck at it. that doesn’t stop me though.

every time i got to chose the topic for an essay in school, i some how made it about the LGBTQIA+

i will tell the waiter you asked for no pickles on your burger, and i will death stare them if they dare complain.

will yell at cat callers for you x

i make weird noises and break out into song a lot. my life is a musical and i’m the main character, deal with it.

would do it to cbat. i wanna try it. seems fun does it not?

low key a little gross sometimes.

my fav alcohol is apple cider and it’s basically the only one i will drink (unless you can’t really taste the alcohol) because it tastes like apple juice.

if we go clubbing, you already know we are not bobbing up and down when dancing. no, i got the air guitar, headbaning, i will kick my legs, i will move around and probably accidentally crash into people, i don’t care, i’m giving it my all.

night owl

favorite colour is earthy greens.

will gate keep but also hate gatekeepers. like, i will share my interests and tell people about them, but only certain people. not everyone gets to know. i will protect my fav things with my life, only the select few can know.

i forget to pee a lot, and eat, and sleep. so often when i’m hanging out with people i will desperate need to piss and just run off, or i’ll get really dizzy and nauseous because i haven’t eaten for hours or like just randomly start falling asleep mid conversation.

will judge you if you don’t get my movie / tv show / song references.

will judge you for your taste in men (not women because all of them are hot)

i despise brushing my teeth, it makes me feel so sick but i will never leave the house or have anyone over without brushing my teeth first - im not that gross. but yes, i have gone days without brushing them to the point where my mouth hurts.

i want more friends online but i’m really awkward over socials.

i want more friends irl but i’m really loud and boisterous and expressive and quite weird and people do not like that.

if i don’t have any sense of physical touch for like 30 hours i will start spiralling into a depression. thankfully i have little sisters that really super love me and love hugs.

pineapple belongs on pizza.

[kingskelly123]

Live blogging my first listen to chappell roan

Gonna listen to like... 10 songs before I sleep

This is all from non-premium spotify btw, so the order is random

- super graphic ultra modern girl -> this is good.... I like this. Really a bop

- sugar high -> breathing. Oh there's the lyrics!! This one is.. slower, calmer. Also really good! I like the calmer tone...

- my kink is karma -> name alone is rad. Oo another slower one. I like this one a lot..

- bitter -> ANOTHER slow one. Her voice sounds sorta different here. I like it though. So far I've liked every single song.... I like the way she messes with "bitter" and "better" in the chorus, sounds super similar to one another. Like a toungetwister

- after midnight -> hey its a fast poppy boppy one like the first!! I like this as well..... I am once again proven easy to please

- meantime -> another slow one. The ones from this specific album all seem to be slow

- love me anyway -> another slow one... I hope hot to go shows up

- die young -> another slow one in the differentish singing voice. About drugs? And stuff?

- femininomenon -> I like this as well. A slower one again, but also very poppy. This is one of the ones about being a lesbian right?

- red wine supernova -> poppy and slow again... oh hey is sex happening here. Guess I'm not getting hot to go tonight, oh well. I like this one though. Now this is definitely about sex and stuff

Final opinion:

I really like this. All of it. She's a brillian artist and I'm glad I finally checked her out. I don't have much to say about it but I did enjoy it

Might do another one of these tomorrow night

[kelzienicole]

Cracking the Discount Code: A Coffee Shop Revelation

Discounts – who doesn't love them? But have you ever stopped to wonder how businesses pull it off? How can they slash prices without going broke? It's a question that had me scratching my head for a while. But then, I had a bit of an aha! moment at a local coffee shop on my recent Vigan trip.

They had this punch card program – every tenth coffee gets you a free one. Now, a free coffee might not seem like a huge deal, but it's the whole experience that got me hooked. They remembered my usual order, greeted me with a smile every time – it felt good! Those little touches, combined with the discount program, turned me from a casual customer into a loyal one.

The "Bahala og Gamay Basta Kanunay" Lens: More Than Discounts

This got me thinking about what our instructor introduced us to: the "Bahala og Gamay Basta Kanunay" mindset. It basically means "As long as it's always, it doesn't matter if it's less." This philosophy, popular with some Chinese business owners, focuses on building long-term relationships over immediate gains. It's about consistency, about keeping customers coming back for more.

But is it a magic bullet? Discounts can build loyalty, sure, but could they also make customers undervalue the product itself? Maybe in some industries, like luxury goods, creating a sense of exclusivity is more effective than marking things down. I remember reading about a high-end clothing store that deliberately limits the number of items they produce to create a sense of rarity and desirability.

Making "Bahala og Gamay Basta Kanunay" Work for You

So, how can aspiring entrepreneurs like us use this strategy? Here are some things I've been pondering:

Targeted Discounts: Instead of a blanket sale, offer discounts to specific groups, like students or senior citizens . It builds loyalty within those communities and can be a great way to test the waters of discount promotions.

Reward Programs: Loyalty programs that give points or exclusive offers for repeat purchases are a great way to keep customers engaged. This goes beyond just discounts – it gamifies the shopping experience and makes customers feel valued.

Value Beyond Price: Don't just focus on discounts. Highlight the whole value proposition – amazing customer service, unique products, a commitment to sustainability – that kind of thing. People are willing to pay a premium for a product or service that aligns with their values or offers a superior experience.

Perhaps "Bahala og Gamay Basta Kanunay" goes beyond discounts. Building trust and transparency with customers, genuinely caring about their needs – those are powerful tools too. If customers know you're on their side and committed to providing a quality product or service, they're more likely to stick with you in the long run. Imagine a business that's upfront about their pricing and sourcing, and actively seeks customer feedback to improve their offerings. I believe that kind of transparency fosters trust and loyalty!

The Future of "Bahala og Gamay Basta Kanunay"

As the business world changes, how might this mindset adapt? With the rise of subscription models, maybe businesses will focus on keeping customers happy with ongoing value rather than one-time discounts. Think about companies like Netflix or Spotify – they offer a vast library of content for a fixed monthly fee. It's a model that prioritizes customer retention over one-off transactions.

The Takeaway: It's All About The Customer

The "Bahala og Gamay Basta Kanunay" mindset offers a great way to think about customer loyalty. Strategic discounts and a focus on long-term relationships can be a recipe for success. But remember, there's no one-size-fits-all solution. Entrepreneurs need to consider their target audience, industry, and overall value proposition to find the best strategies for building loyalty that lasts. It's about understanding what your customers value and building relationships that go beyond just the transaction. In the end, it's all about creating a win-win situation, where both you and your customers thrive.

[practically-an-x-man]

10,14,15 and... uh... any one you'd like to answer for the spotify ask?

thank you so much!!

10. shuffle your daily mix 2 and tell us what song comes up and your favorite lyric!

Uh... okay, so it's all songs I haven't heard of bc my Liked Songs is at over 9,400 songs and obviously I haven't listened to all of that. So... sorry, skip this one, but in return I'll give you an explanation for why I have a whole record store in my Liked Songs

I'm too lazy to make a lot of dedicated playlists unless they're gimmicky things, so when I find a new artist I want to listen to, I usually just dump their discography into my Liked Songs. Then when I want to listen to new music, I shuffle my Liked Songs so I get a mix of all different bands, plus some songs I know and some that I don't. Then I have a master playlist for all my "good" songs that serves as that next layer of "I like this", and then I have my gimmicky playlists beyond that. It's sort of like a pyramid of how specific I want my songs to be.

14. what is the fifth song on your second favorite playlist?

Eat Shit and Die by Harley Poe. I'm gonna say that my favorite playlist is "Songs for 4PM", which makes my second favorite "when the tune is catchy but the lyrics say 'see a therapist'", which this song certainly qualifies for. It's actually my newest playlist, too!

15. are you a shuffler or listen in order?

Technically it always shuffles since I refuse to pay for Premium, but even when I make playlists I just kinda throw songs in there with reckless abandon. the only ones I care about putting in order are the first four, because I want a decent spread of album covers for the thumbnail lol (so I won't put four Muse songs in a row until LATER, lol)

[windvexer]

Maybe your not the right person to ask but your the only spirit worker I know of so I'll ask you this, sorry if you can't answer this. But whats your opinon on making a robot spirit anchor? Like a spirit anchor that is a robot that the spirit can somehow communicate through, like a bunch of audios of one word that the spirit can somehow automatically play to communicate. Kinda like divination with spotify playlists and music. Again you might not be a robotics or programming sort of person but from a sort of spirit work standpoint would it be possible or would a spirit not know what to do with it? If this doesn't make sense please tell me to send another ask or to not ask again.

I'm not sure I understand you correctly. Are you basically referring to a machine or playlist of specific words, which a spirit can trigger to communicate their interests?

As far as terminology is concerned, I wouldn't call this an "anchor." But that's nothing but semantics. I'd call it more like, shufflemancy. A method of divination.

It would be possible. A friend of mine (@zanniack, actually) has an acute skill for spirit communication through playlists.

The concept of providing single words for spirits to choose reminds me of that Black Mirror episode where consciousnesses are trapped in a toy where a limited amount of "words" may be chosen.

In other words, it seems like it would be a temptation to oversimplify complex communication by providing a relatively small set of words to choose from.

Consider, for example, if a spirit needs an offering in order to have the energy to communicate with you; and a spirit which wants to eat with you out of a sense of community and friendship. A word such as "Eat/Offering/Food" would be insufficient to relay the nuance.

"What word is best?" type divination is commonly done with a pendulum and a spirit board, which may be accomplished with a key on a string and words written on paper.

It is my personal experience that your focus and attention as a practitioner creates a powerful channel for a spirit to "break through" to our world. If your thoughts are that you'd like a spirit to be able to communicate at any time without your focus, shufflemancy might be your best bet - literally, a playlist on shuffle.

If your thoughts are that you want a physical machine to be spiritually triggered, it may be more difficult to accomplish than a person might think at first glance. Pendulums tend not to swing when left hanging on a display. Something about the focus and attention of the practitioner allows things to progress.

Spirits tend to know more than we do about all matters, given their vantage point. If a spirit can jump into a Youtube Premium playlist and advise you of how your lunch date will go, or read the words on a spirit board and influence a pendulum, there's no reason to think they couldn't manipulate a machine based on these principals.

My end thought is that you'd probably have less stress and worry just doing the work yourself with a pendulum and spirit board. As much as I love my spirits, I am not interested in giving them a machine they can use to contact me at any point.

I do leave my phone on silent, after all.

[evilscheme]

hi! what are you using to study japanese? im interested in learning it too but i have no idea what the best way to go about it is

hi there! in short, i use a wide variety of resources for different aspects of the language. i'll go more in depth about what i use under the cut. it's going to be long.

for kanji, i use wanikani. it is a paid service that uses spaced repetition and mnemonics to teach you kanji, and various vocabulary words utilizing those kanji. like i said, it's a paid service, but they let you go through about 4 out of 60 levels for free. it doesn't sound like much, but i THINK it took me at least a few weeks if not a month to get through all that. i think that's plenty of time for you to decide if that method works for you before you ever have to think about paying. i'm currently on level 29 out of 60 and that's after a whole entire year of studying on there practically every day! it's a lot of kanji. there's also tons of userscripts and companion apps for your phone that other users have made to provide more quality of life features. you can find them on the forums. i feel i shouldn't need to say this, but i strongly recommend knowing hiragana and katakana before using this tool.

as for learning hiragana and katakana, i'm going to be honest with you. i learned hiragana when i was around 9 or 10 years old through a ds game called "my japanese coach" ... i didn't learn katakana until i was much older though, and i did that through duolingo. i don't recommend duolingo as your primary japanese learning tool, but it's helpful for learning hiragana, katakana, and picking up some basic vocabulary.

speaking of picking up vocabulary, i've used pretty much every free language app out there. duolingo and memrise were the ones that i personally liked the most. lingodeer also seems pretty good. however, i don't recommend any of them as being your primary learning resource. just use them in conjunction with other things whenever you feel like it. when i was starting out, i also read a lot of very simple japanese books i found online. my favorite site for this was here, but you can find plenty of different places that have free books like this if you search around. now that i'm more at a pre-intermediate level of proficiency, i've begun picking up more words by playing (simple) games like animal crossing in japanese, and watching a lot of japanese comedy shows. (the latter is also fantastic for listening practice, which is so important!)

listening practice is so important in fact, that i'm going to specifically say that you really really need to do that. even if you can't understand anything that's being said yet. it's essential to becoming familiar with the sounds of the language, and the varying ways in which real people speak. there are tons of japanese language podcasts for learners that lean towards beginners. you can find a lot of them on spotify. seriously, you need to do this.

there's a japanese man named Yuta Aoki who will email you free mini lessons on various aspects of the language. he also has paid lessons, but they're pretty expensive (because they're thorough and focused on real everyday japanese, rather than textbook japanese), so i haven't signed up for the premium lessons myself. but i find his free lessons quite helpful for things i don't already know, and i think it would be great for a beginner. you can find his youtube channel here, where he links the signup for his free lessons in the descriptions of pretty much every video he posts.

in regards to grammar, that is admittedly my weakest point of study. textbooks can be nice, but they're exhausting to read through on your own outside of a classroom, and they're often ordered in very bizarre and inefficient ways. many of them put complex ideas near the front, and too many basic essentials deep into the chapters. i'm still trying to find a way to study grammar that works for me, but so far i'm enjoying a program called human japanese. it is a bit structured like a textbook, but it's far more interactive and has quizzes, bookmarks, and other tools built in. it also has lessons about the culture, which is an often overlooked portion of study. it isn't free, but like wanikani, it lets you go through a nice chunk of the curriculum before it ever asks you to pay. no harm in trying it out to see if you like it!

and one last thing, once you get a basic grasp of things such as kana and a few beginner words, i would definitely recommend checking out an app called HelloTalk. it lets you talk directly with native japanese speakers who want to learn your native language! it can be very helpful and who knows, you might make some new friends through it too :)

i hope at least some of this was helpful, and gave you an idea of what kinds of options you have for learning the language. if you ever have any more questions just feel free to ask and i'll do my best to help you out ! i know it seems intimidating at the start, but i know you can do it!! 頑張れ！

[masieofthevalley]

All I Really Want is You (Spideypool) - Chapter Thirteen

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Summary: “Who are you, the big bad wolf?” She snarked. She mentally congratulated herself that her voice hadn’t betrayed the fluttering in her gut.

“Why don’t you come a little closer and find out?”

Peter Parker is an exhausted and overworked student in her senior year of college. Sleep-deprived and running on coffee and fumes, Peter really just wants to get through this semester. On a rare coffee run to ensure that she doesn't fall asleep on patrol or in her textbooks again, she quite literally stumbles upon Deadpool. Try as she might, she just can't stay away from him, and along the way, she finds herself in the middle of a nefarious plot between HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D.

A/N: Hello, everyone! Today’s chapter is Chapter Thirteen: Accidentally in Love. This chapter is named after the song Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows. 

I tried to look up a page of phrases you should say to order in Italian, but it didn’t go very well, so I’m very sorry about that. I used Google Translate when Wade was speaking with Italian, so please forgive me for that!

As always, there is a playlist for this fic, and you can find it on YouTube and Spotify. Spotify won’t play in order unless you have Spotify Premium. You don’t need to listen to it in order, but each chapter has a specific song associated with it. There is also a song associated with the entire fic, which is She Looks So Perfect by 5 Seconds of Summer.

This chapter does include NSFW content, and it’s toward the end of the chapter!

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Chapter Thirteen: Accidentally in Love

Chapter Summary: Peter and Wade’s date ends in a surprise visit to a skatepark, and Peter makes a startling revelation. 

“Right this way, Bambi. Best seats in the house,” Wade proclaimed with a sweep of his arm, indicating that Peter should climb into the booth. They were at a tiny, hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant; Peter wasn’t sure how far away they were from Sister Margaret’s because she had been distracted during their walk by the chatter coming out of Wade’s mouth, but it couldn’t have been that far from the bar. There were two tiny windows on either side of the restaurant’s door, but they were blacked out, creating a suspicious-looking building, at least from the outside. Until the moment they had walked in the door, Peter was worried that Wade had taken them to the wrong place. But, no, they were in the smallest restaurant that Peter had ever been in, and it was very warm and smelled like garlic and parmesan cheese. 

Peter climbed into the booth and put her coat down beside her. Compared to the frigid temperatures outside, the restaurant was a tropical paradise. Wade showed no sign of discomfort from the heat, however, as he sat down opposite her on the other side of the table. Peter noted that not only had he chosen the only table in a corner, but he had also sat on the side of the table that would grant him the view of the entire restaurant. She wondered if that was leftover ingrained training from his time in the Special Forces, or maybe it was a part of his mercenary training instead? Knowing the layout of a room seemed like an essential skill for someone with Wade’s job. Bad Peter, focus on Wade, not his job. 

And like that, she was zeroing in on Wade, who was squirming around in his seat while looking at a handwritten menu made out of cardstock. Peter picked hers up, and after realizing that she couldn’t read any of it but the names of a few types of noodles since it was written in Italian, she quickly set it back down. Wade perked his head up, and his mask raised an eyebrow. 

“Need some help there, Bambi?” Peter shook her head and played with one of the napkins that were on the table. Her cheeks still had yet to recover from their almost kiss back at Sister Margaret’s, and the heat in the restaurant was doing nothing to calm the redness in her face. 

“Order anything you want, Baby Girl. Tonight’s on me,” Wade cheerfully announced, setting his menu down too. 

“I have money, Wade. I can pay for me if not both of us,” Peter argued, frowning at him. Irritatingly, Wade just laughed in response. 

“No can do, Baby Girl. If I let you pay, you’d be bankrupt into next year. You don’t know how much pasta I can put away yet, but you will pretty soon,” Wade chuckled, mimicking wiping a tear away from his eye lenses. Peter scowled; it seemed that Wade didn’t know exactly how much pasta she could put away either. 

“I mean it, I just got paid. I’m good!” Peter promised, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Wade stopped laughing and tilted his head. Not for the first time, Peter wondered what he was thinking. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Honey, or offend you,” Wade said softly, one hand coming up and across the table to cup Peter’s cheek. She desperately wanted to lean into it, to feel his fingers tangle in her hair, but she also wanted to stand her ground. 

“I’ve just got a lot of money laying around that I never spend, and I’d rather you spend your paycheck on things you actually need like groceries or something. And I eat a lot, Sweetheart, I’m afraid I’d put you out on the street,” Wade continued, his thumb running back and forth over Peter’s cheek. It was so close to her bottom lip, she could almost taste the leather. 

“I know you make a lot of money, it’s just, I can take care of myself too,” Peter muttered, wholly distracted by Wade’s hand. He pulled it away, setting it down on the table between them, and Peter had to restrain herself from letting loose the most desperate whimper known to man. However, she must have done a horrible job at disguising her desires because Wade barked out a laugh. 

“Fine, you brat, here, take it back,” Wade conceded quietly, settling his hand back on Peter’s cheek. Peter allowed herself one sigh, and she held onto Wade’s hand for a few seconds with her own before she put both of them down on the table. Sheepishly, she looked back up at Wade. The smile stretching his mask was blinding. 

“I’m not denying you can take care of yourself, Peter,” Wade finally said, rapping the knuckles of his free hand on the table. “But I did pick the restaurant after all, and I’d just like to spoil you a little. Let me? Next time, you can pay, cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!” 

“M’not sure that’s how that goes,” Peter shook her head with a small smile before straightening as she realized what Wade had said. “Next time?” 

“Well, if tonight goes well, which so far, it is,” Wade smirks with a pointed look at their clasped hands. Peter’s blush burned brighter. “I’d like there to be a ‘next time,’ Bambi.” 

“Me too,” Peter confessed, her voice barely audible. Their quiet moment was interrupted by a waitress coming up to their table. They had been talking while they waited for at least half an hour, but the restaurant was completely full. 

“Cosa vorrebbe ordinare?” she asked, leaning her hip against the table. Peter, now feeling self-conscious, hastily tried to let go of Wade’s hand, but his grip was steel tight, and he refused to let her go. 

“Una grande ciotola di spaghetti per favore,” Wade said confidently, and Peter was pretty sure he butchered every word of that sentence. It sounded like Wade had just spoken directly from Google Translate. Like she agreed with Peter’s thoughts, the waitress rolled her eyes and turned to Peter, raising an eyebrow as she waited for him to speak. 

“Grande lasagna,” Peter said with a straight face, knowing good, damn, and well that she sounded like an American tourist. It looked like the waitress was fighting a grin, but she just nodded with another roll of her eyes and left. She came back almost immediately with two cups of water and plopped those on the table. 

“Where’d you learn Italian?” Peter asked Wade as she drained half of her glass, suddenly nervous that she was left alone with him again. What the fuck was wrong with her? 

“Google Translate,” Wade deadpanned, and Peter nearly choked on her drink. She coughed a few times and took one more sip before putting her cup down. 

“No wonder it sounded so bad,” Peter snarked. “I never said Italian was my specialty, you brat,” Wade squawked, “I took Spanish in high school, if you must know.”

“Oh, so what can you say in Spanish?” Peter played along, eyebrows raised in questioning. 

“¿Donde esta la biblioteca?” Deadpool asked with a shit-eating grin on his mask. Peter burst into laughter, snatching her hand back so she could clutch at her stomach with both hands. Her face hurt from the smile stretched across her face. She couldn’t remember the last time she laughed this much. 

“Holy shit, Petey-Pie, keep on smiling. Baby Girl, it’s gotta be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Wade marveled, his own smile gentle and warm. Peter continued to giggle softly until her amusement was gone, leaving her with a pleasant and tender feeling in her chest. 

“Oh, please teach me your ways, Professor Wilson,” Peter teased, batting her eyelashes coquettishly. Even though she wasn’t looking at Wade, Peter could feel that the air between them was stretched thin with tension. 

“Oh, Baby Girl,” Wade growled, and Peter immediately felt her insides twist together in a knot. “There are so many things I’ll teach you, just you wait.” 

Peter swallowed, and against her wishes, the smallest of whines left her throat. Wade closed his eyes in what looked like restraint and groaned quietly, shifting in his seat. Before either one of them could say another word, their waitress was back, sliding large pasta bowls in front of each of them. The smell of fresh tomato sauce and mozzarella broke through the fog covering Peter’s brain, and her stomach gurgled. 

“Grazie!” Wade chirped, tucking a napkin into the neck of his suit. The waitress rolled her eyes with a laugh and a smile in Peter’s direction before walking off again. 

Peter grabbed her fork and dug into her plate. She moaned at the first bite; it was the first proper meal that she’d had in weeks. Her paychecks had been small the last few months; Triple J hadn’t been giving her nearly as many assignments as usual, and that meant ramen noodles for every meal except breakfast. Breakfast was always one cup of - usually, instant - scalding hot coffee with entirely too much sugar. God, she hadn’t even had Starbucks since that first week after she met Wade. What she wouldn’t give for another cappuccino. 

Peter looked up, trying to distance herself from her longing thoughts of Starbucks, and noticed that Wade hadn’t started eating yet. His mask still covered his entire face, and he appeared to be making no effort to remove it. 

“Wade? Aren’t you hungry?” Peter asked, wiping away the sauce that was probably all over her mouth. She tilted her head to the side as the expression on Wade’s mask remained the same. 

“No, you go ahead, Baby Girl, I’m fine,” Wade said, his voice almost sounding authentic, but Peter knew better. She could hear the false notes in his tone, and his posture was too stiff to be relaxed. 

“Look, if it’s the mask, it’s no big deal, it’s fine, really!” Peter promised, her hands gripping onto the edge of the table. Wade shook his head. 

“No, Honey, honest, just go ahead and eat-”

“Look, I’ll put on my beanie.” Peter stuck her hand in her coat pocket, grateful that she had brought her hat after all. “And I’ll just keep my eyes down, and you can just eat like normal, it’ll be fine!”

“God, I do not deserve any of this, don’t deserve you,” Wade whispered, and if Peter hadn’t had gotten enhanced hearing from the Spider Bite™, she never would have heard it. 

“Keep your hat off, Sweetheart. You shouldn’t have to cover up your lovely face just so my ugly mug can eat. Just don’t want you to lose your appetite is all,” Wade insisted, putting a hand over Peter’s. She cautiously dropped it onto the table with a raised eyebrow and looked down at her food anyway when Wade started to roll up his mask. 

“You can look. Just make sure you lean over when you blow chunks,” Wade muttered, and he picked up his fork and started to poke around at his spaghetti. Peter looked up in a cursory glance, and her next bite of lasagna never made it into her mouth. Instead, her hand stopped dead in its tracks and just kind of dangled there in front of her face. 

Wade had only rolled his mask up to the bridge of his nose, but Peter could still tell that he was gorgeous. His jawline was sharper than it looked through his mask, and Peter wanted to cut herself on it and watch the blood drip down his neck. Wade’s skin was pale pink and covered and crisscrossed with scars that were just slightly darker in color, and each of them appeared to be different. There wasn’t any pattern or rhythm in them that Peter could make out. Wade’s nose was slim, and Peter’s eyes were finally drawn to his lips. They were full and flesh-colored, covered in the same scars that made up the rest of Wade’s skin, but Peter didn’t care. Peter’s mind went blank with want, the urge to kiss Wade so strong and present, and she had to restrain herself from crawling across the table and plopping herself down in his lap. 

“Well, you don’t look like you’re going to projective vomit everywhere,” Wade commented, shoving another bite of spaghetti in his mouth. He was eating at a pace that rivaled Peter’s, and the only thing that made Peter even slightly squeamish was the fact that he had talked with his mouth full. 

“Huh?” Peter asked, still looking at Wade’s lips. 

“Earth to Petey-Pie, I”m up here,” Wade said, chuckling a little at the end. He waved his hand a few times in front of Peter’s face, and she shook her head as she broke herself from her trance. 

“M’sorry, didn’t mean to stare,” Peter muttered as she picked up her fork again. When had she dropped it? She managed to eat two more bites before the thoughts floating around in her head left her mouth. 

“Just really pretty,” Peter whispered, cheeks burning hot. “Your lips are like wow, and your jaw is like woah, and your chin is really pretty and your dimples, s’nice.” God, she wished she could stop talking. Why couldn’t she stop talking? She used to do this shit with Gwen too, and she would just laugh and kiss Peter to shut her up. Would Wade do that? She wanted him to do that. 

“You are just a dream come true, Baby Girl. Never gonna let you go,” Wade murmured, a soft look coming over his face. His face was so much more expressive - how was that even possible? - without his mask, and Peter nearly swooned. She bit back her response, hiding it under her tongue. Even though his comment had been a little extreme, especially for a first date, Peter had a feeling that “Yes, please,” wasn’t the right response. At least, not yet. 

They made idle chit-chat through the rest of their meal, and Peter was extremely pleased that Wade didn’t roll his mask back down when they finished. While getting ready to leave, Wade asked what was wrong, and Peter was forced to own up to the grumpy expression on her face. 

“Don’t wanna go home yet,” Peter confessed, tugging on the ends of her coat. A big smile coated with mischief crossed Wade’s face. 

“I know just the place, Sweetheart,” he said, scooping up her skateboard from the floor. He offered it to her, and she carried it out of the restaurant in her freehand. 

Full and content, Peter left the restaurant, happy to let Wade guide them to wherever he had decided they needed to go. They walked for about fifteen minutes, going up one street, across another, and then making a left onto one final street. Their destination appeared to be a skatepark, and at almost 11 PM at the end of October, it was entirely empty. 

“Figured you could skate off dinner if you wanted,” Wade said with a shrug, nodding his head to Peter’s board. “Y’know, ‘he was a skater boy, she said see you later boy,’ and all that shit.” 

Peter laughed and shook her head. “Yeah, that’s cool with me. You want me to show you a few tricks?” 

“If you want,” Wade agreed, leading them into the abandoned skatepark. Once inside, he fell back, so Peter took the reigns to guide them further into the park. She’d been here once or twice before, so she took him over to one of the half-pipes and gestured that he should sit. Peter shrugged out of her coat, much to Wade’s protests, and she threw it at him with a grin over her shoulder. 

“Keep it warm for me!” She shouted as she took off down the half-pipe. The coat was too thick to skate with comfortably, and she’d get too hot too quickly to have any kind of fun. When she looked back at Wade, he was snuggled up beneath the fabric, and she laughed. It looked like doll clothes spread out over his lap like that. 

“Yeah, keep laughing, Short-Stuff! I’ve got the best view in the house right here lookin’ at you, Honey-Buns!” She was wondering when Wade was going to make his first ass comment of the night. 

Peter spent a few moments getting her momentum, just going up and down on the half-pipe. She hadn’t been to a skatepark in a while, and she was a little rusty as far as tricks went. She did a few basic ones for Wade, pausing between each one to smile at his clapping and cheering before moving on to some of the more complicated ones. She skated around the park a few times before making her way back to Wade. She set her board down gently in front of her. 

“How’d I do?” she asked, shaking her fringe out of her face. Wade stood up with a leer, and Peter gulped. Wade moved toward her, and she backed up, matching him step for step. He moved gracefully, like a predator, and Peter’s blood started to race as she realized that this was the first time since she became Spider-Woman that she was the hunted instead of the hunter. She liked it, liked feeling like prey when it was Wade who was the predator. 

“It’s a 10 from me, Sweetheart,” Wade crooned, stepping even closer. Peter looked from side to side, trying to figure out if there was somewhere for her to go. She took a few steps to the right, and Wade matched her pace, pushing himself even closer. She had a thought of making a break for it, Wade chasing after her, his hot breath panting down her neck. That made her insides warm even further. She’d save that for another day. 

“Did you like performing for me, Bambi?” Wade asked, pressing himself flush against Peter. Her back was pushed up against the chain-link fence, and Peter tangled her fingers in the links on either side of her, trying to resist from reaching out and touching Wade. 

“Asked you a question,” he reminded, gently, his voice firm but still warm. Peter opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out. She just nodded, her body on fire from Wade’s touch. 

“Saw you looking to the side, looking around like you were gonna run, Petey-Pie,” Wade continued, running his nose down the side of Peter’s face. She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed at the feeling of his skin just barely brushing against hers. 

“You wanna run, Baby? Want me to chase after you?” Wade’s lips were at Peter’s ear, and she shivered, the metal from the fence digging into her fingers. One of Wade’s hands reached out and gently grasped onto her hands one at a time, freeing them from the cold fence. He gathered them both in his hand and held them against his chest, letting go when Peter tangled her fingers in the straps of his suit. 

“You’d like it, running around with nowhere to go,” Wade whispered, licking a wet, hot stripe up Peter’s neck. It contrasted with the biting cold of the wind, and the whimper that left Peter’s throat was strangled and torn apart. She couldn’t remember ever making a noise that sounded like that.

“You might be fast, Bunny, but I’m faster,” Wade suddenly growled, biting down at the junction between Peter’s neck and shoulder. She cried out, head falling back against the fence. It bent beneath her weight, but she didn’t care. 

“Please, Wade, please, please,” she begged, but she didn’t know what she was begging for. She wanted to kiss him, she wanted to bite him, she wanted to touch him. 

“M’here, Sweetheart, I have you,” Wade assured her, his lips caressing her jaw. She whined. His mouth was so close and yet so far from where she wanted it.

“Mm, please? Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Peter gasped when Wade’s kisses turned sharp and biting on her neck, sucking so hard it was bound to bruise. Good, she wanted the marks, wanted the reminder when she looked in the mirror. 

“Gotcha, Honey, I gotcha, don’t worry,” Wade murmured, bringing his lips up to Peter’s. Much to her displeasure, he didn’t immediately kiss her. Peter whined as he brushed their lips together. He was tall, Wade was so tall, so when Peter tried to rise up on her toes to chase after him, he easily broke apart from her. He waited until she settled back against the fence, and then he was on her again, body pressed against hers as close as possible. Peter arched her back and whimpered, trying to press closer, trying to get his mouth back on hers. 

“Spoiled, spoiled, little Petey-Pie,” Wade chuckled, taking his lips away again. Peter growled in irritation; he was just being mean now, and he knew exactly what he was doing. 

“You’re being mean!” she snarled, pulling down on the straps of his suit so that he was leaning over her again. Wade smirked and held himself just a few inches out of reach, and Peter stretched up on the balls of her feet while simultaneously pulling Wade toward her. Finally, he was within reach, and she bit down on the free, beautiful skin of his neck. It wasn’t gentle. 

“Fuck! That hurt, you brat!” Wade growled playfully, caging Peter in against the fence. She bared her teeth at him right back, and even though she couldn’t see something in his eyes, she swore she could see something change in them. Before she could try to think about what that something could be, Wade finally kissed her. 

Peter had only kissed approximately three people in her entire life: Mary Jane, Harry Osbon, and Gwen. She and Mary Jane had ended long ago, as had her and Harry, so her last experiences with anyone had been with Gwen. Gwen had been sweet and gentle, and the furthest they had gone was the furthest Peter had ever gone with anyone: exploring each other’s tonsils and playing footsie under the table. Gwen was sweet and warm and gentle, and Peter would never, ever forget her. 

But this, Wade, was hot and harsh and unyielding. It was everything that Peter had ever wanted but had never been able to have. Wade’s mouth was rough, skin uneven from the scars that she had longed to taste, but he tasted of marinara sauce and home. He tasted like hope and electricity. 

Peter didn’t have a good track record with relationships, with keeping people, but her heart whispered Wade’s name over and over again as they kissed, and she thought maybe this time, maybe she could keep this one, this time. 

Peter wrenched her head back with a gasp, unhappy to part from Wade but needing to breathe. He seemed inclined to agree as his mouth just moved to her jaw, sucking what she was sure was going to be another bruise in a few hours. Peter fell into a fit of soft whimpers, trying to get him to suck, bite, harder. Any marks that Wade made would just disappear before tomorrow, and she wanted them to remain as long as possible, so she could remind herself tomorrow that this was real, that Wade was real. 

“Have you ever done this kind of thing before, Baby Girl?” Wade murmured against her skin, lips moving back up to her own. She caught his hand before it could tangle in her hair, and she tapped on his glove in a questioning manner, hoping he would get the memo and take them off. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin, needed the relief that skin-to-skin contact would bring. 

“N-not really, no,” Peter whispered, surging upwards to kiss Wade again. “Want this, want you.” 

“Are you sure, Sweetheart? You tell me to stop, we stop. Push me away now, tell me red, tell me anything but yes, and I’ll stop right now. We can just go home, and it’ll be fine,” Wade said firmly, lips gently resting against hers. Peter nodded and whined. 

“Yes, I want you, Wade. Yes, please, yes-” Peter’s cries were cut off as Wade took her lips in another kiss. She didn’t think she was a very good kisser, and she didn’t really know what she was doing, but she mostly just tried to copy what Wade was doing. Tentatively, she slid her tongue along his, darting back into the safety of her own mouth when he chased after her. Peter whimpered at the taste of Wade, sharp, salty, almost metallic, and Wade growled in response, pressing her back against the fence. It bent further, but neither of them seemed to care. 

“Gonna take care of you, Sweetheart, don’t you worry,” Wade promised, sliding one hand up her stomach and under her shirt toward her breasts. Peter groaned as he reached her bra, hand slipping underneath to stroke and gently pinch her nipples. Her body was on fire, and she was on edge, suddenly rocking forward against Wade’s thigh. He moaned, his voice muffled from where his head was pressed against her shoulder, and shoved his thick leg between hers, tensing as she squeezed her thighs on either side of his leg. Wade was so much, shoulders so wide and muscles so big, that Peter felt dainty and small in his arms even though she knew that they probably weighed around the same amount. Her legs would dwarf a normal person’s, but Wade’s, full of thick, corded muscle, gave her a run for her money. She arched her back again and ground against Wade’s thigh, letting him know just how much she appreciated his size. 

“So big,” Peter gasped out, head falling back as Wade continued to toy with her nipples. It was like he knew exactly where to touch her, exactly where to pull and push. He pinched one of nipples and flicked the other one, earning himself a high-pitched whine of his name. His other hand tangled in Peter’s hair, pulling her toward him, and Peter bit his lip when he kissed her again. That earned her a growl. 

“S’good, fuck, right there, Wade! So right, want you, more, please?” Peter begged. Wade obliged her, and Peter lost all of the air in her lungs when his hand slipped in her pants. Peter cried out as Wade’s fingers swiped against her, warm, thick fingers moving quickly over her underwear. 

“Christ, you’re fucking soaking wet, Baby Girl,” Wade groaned, nosing at her temple. Peter cried out as his fingers moved faster, circling her clit. “This all for me, Honey?” 

“Just you, Wade.” Peter could barely breathe. “More, more, please, fuck, right there.” 

“The mouth on you, little Bunny,” Wade growled, his voice sounding more animalistic than before. His body was tense and firm against hers, and Peter couldn’t help humping against his leg and fingers. It felt good, too good, she never wanted this to stop, oh why hadn’t they done this sooner, it was so good. 

“Almost there, Petey-Pie? Gonna be a good girl and come for me, hmm?” Wade’s voice was feral, and Peter could feel his interest, hot and hard against her hip. He ground his hips against her, moving his fingers across her clit and nipples in a rhythm that Peter couldn’t follow. 

“Please, please, can I, Wade, more, please,” Peter begged, catching Wade’s lips. “Please, let me, c’mon, wanna come, wanna come on your fingers, please, please.” 

“Be good and come for me, Sweetheart, c’mon, c’mon, Baby Girl. Come for me,” Wade urged, fingers moving at the same pace, and Peter had no choice but to obey. 

Peter’s body shivered and locked up as she fell over the edge. As she came and collapsed against Wade’s chest, she felt like she was laying outside on the grass on a summer day. She could feel the warm, comforting rays of the sun on her skin, and her whole body tingled from the pleasure coursing through her veins. She vaguely realized that Wade’s fingers hadn’t stopped moving on her body, and she shivered as the direct stimulation on her clit became too much. Usually, when she used either her hands or the toys in her bedside drawer, she stopped touching herself almost immediately after her orgasm. She was almost always too sensitive for another orgasm immediately, and her hands would fly away from herself as she fell over the peak. Wade, however, continued to touch her until she squirmed and whined and begged him not to. 

“Too much, too much, Wade,” Peter panted, even as she continued to rock her hips against him. Wade, she realized, was panting too, and he slowly stopped moving his hands over her body, slipping them from beneath her clothes. Peter tried to straighten up, but her knees were weak, so she continued to slump against Wade as she righted her clothing. Wade chuckled and kissed her, lips moving almost lazily against hers now. 

“So good, Baby Girl, so sweet, absolutely perfect,” Wade said, his voice almost a purr from how low it was. 

“Was it good for you? It was, oh my god, it was absolutely perfect for me, but, you, was it good for you?” she asked, suddenly worried because she hadn’t touched him at all. God, she still wanted to touch him. “Did you, ya know.” God, the gesture she was making toward his dick was so stupid. “Oh, did I,” Wade laughed, pulling Peter against him with a soft groan. “I came when you did, Sweetheart. That look on your face when you came will haunt all of my wet dreams for eternity. It’s enough spank bank material to last me until I’m old and gray.” 

“Wade!” Peter laughed, hitting his chest playfully. Wade joined in her laughter, and they rested against each other and the fence, a soft smile on Peter’s lips as she waited for her heart rate to calm back down. 

And right there in a vacant skatepark, just a few minutes past midnight, Peter realized she was in love. Oh, fuck.

[blursed-ninjago-ideas]

So work has been my entire life this week, so let's do some gang works at Starbucks AU

Zane is the guy that drinks only cold drinks no matter how cold it is outside.

Zane's also the one with a super complicated drink order. (specific pumps of a dozen different syrups, upside down, two normal long shots and a risotto blonde shot, with vanilla bean power on top, double blended, two kinds of milk. That kind of thing) But he will not order it unless he knows the person on bar really well and knows they're ok with making it. (He's the one that comes through drive thru and asks who's on bar before ordering)

Lloyd has a permanent dibs on all broken and expiring cake pops.

Nya can, and has, chugged a tall cup of nirto like it was a shot.

Jay can't drink caffeine, so he's the go to on non-caffeinated drink recommendations.

Kai and Nya often forget to tell everyone when they switch shifts or cover for each other. It's not a fight worth having so they just accept that the other Smith Sibling will show up instead of the one that's scheduled sometimes.

Lloyd takes his tea with 17 pumps of syrup.

If anybody even considers not taking their food mark out, Cole somehow teleports next to them to ask if he can have it.

Jay's usual is an uncut lemonade with peach and guava juice and 7 pumps of raspberry.

Kai will jump out of (and back in through) the drive thru window to retrieve change. No matter how many times they coach him, he still does it.

Kai also loves to handle problem customers. He's very good at knowing when to tell someone off and he does it so well they almost always leave in embarrassment.

The ones that don't get chased out and banned.

Zane has the best bar times

Lloyd has the best customer connections, Kai is a close second

Nya is the worst at customer connections, but she's awesome at everything else.

Cole will try anything you make. His drink orders are awful though. He put matcha in a nitro once.

Pixal doesn't work at the store, but is frequently there for various reasons (Bringing Zane food, coming to see him, with him when he comes to get his tips or check his schedule, etc) so everyone knows her on sight.

Pixal drinks a Caramel Macchiato with an extra shot. She likes Zane surprising her with different syrups though.

Jay pushes the dress code pretty far.

They got Cole to eat used coffee grounds from the espresso machine once by telling him it was a brownie.

he didn't speak to anyone after that until they bought him a whole box of real brownies to apologize.

Nya will always get various ice coffees or cold brews unless it's really cold.

Kai keeps changing his favorite drink, but he loves the Strawberry Acai so it's usually in anything cold he gets.

Kai and Nya will only drink whole milk in their hot drinks.

Kai hugged the ovens when he got cold and Lloyd started to copy him.

Jay makes sassy comments over the head set all the time

Dareth comes in every day and picks up his mobile order. They all love seeing him.

Cole is always scheduled to help with truck deliveries because he can lift anything, however he can't be trusted to do it by himself because he'll put things in the wrong places if nobody is there to tell him where they go

Nya keeps her bar spotless.

Lloyd will drop whatever job he's doing and go look if there is a dog in drive thru. (He will also offer them a pup-uccino)

Kai is almost as fast as Zane on bar, but he can't keep it clean to save his life.

Jay is the other fastest and will often be on bar with Zane during peak.

Cole loves dark roast and will go through the trouble of getting a pour-over in the afternoons (Never in the drive thru though.)

Lloyd's dad will come to the store and do laps through the drive thru over and over to bring their drive times down.

Lloyd will bring his mom home a london fog sometimes since it's her favorite.

Jay's parents love showing up unannounced and surprising everyone. They almost never order the same thing and they have trouble remembering the names of the drinks, but everyone loves them.

Cole's dad makes him get him almost every new cup and mug. Cole wonders if they even still own any non-Starbucks cups anymore.

Ronin gets two venti pike every morning and almost never chats.

Skylor orders "surprise me" drinks all the time. But she's banned Cole from choosing for her.

Every time Nya gets annoyed she tells herself "Do it for the spotify premium." to motivate herself.

Cole's dad uses his spotify premium more than he does.

Kai started on because he wanted to use the college program and got Nya the job.

Kai can get protective of his hours since he needs to keep a 25 a week average to qualify for the scholarship.

Jay is also in the college program, but is less scared of losing it than Kai since he can rely on his parents for backup.

ok so, that was a lot. I just....kept going didn't I? IDK ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-Ivy

[practisingyi]

coming back at you from my 15 minute break from class 😂

19. A song or album from the 2000s

37. If you could travel in time and go to a concert of an artist who’s no longer alive or a band that’s no longer together, who would you choose?

38. Which was the first concert you went to? (bc I’m also curious lol)

52. Do you make playlists to be listened to in a specific order or in shuffle? Or both?

He he, definitely not supposed to be doing lecture stuff right now :D promise 19. Bang the Doldrums by Fall Out Boy (which I believe is 2007? it's Infinity on High) is a cracking tune that I have on A Lot 37. Man, I would have loved to see have seen The Smiths live (I mean, fuck Morrissey but still) 38. Panic! At the Disco 20/11/13 in Manchester, still got my ticket so I could check, it was so cold getting there and standing outside but 100% worth it. It was in one of Manchester's O2 Academies so it was perfect size (have I ranted about venue size to you? I feel like I have, I have thoughts). I've actually only seen two other bands live (ETF and Fall Out Boy + support of course) I cannot wait for that to change 52. It depends, I have a big playlist called [year] Vibes that has anything I listen to a lot at any given time added to it so I have like a timeline of my music from that year. So my recent additions were some MIW songs and the HIM songs that I've had On Repeat. That's always on shuffle. Then I have things like character playlists or story playlists that Have To Be In Order which is why they're on youtube and not Spotify because I'm not paying for premium on my phone Thank you!! Music Asks

[carrion-aac]

sleepy, the playlist is so good, i haven’t been able to listen to everything but it’s incredible, thank you o7.

i was wondering if the songs are in a specific order for a reason?

have a good day! -glassy

i'm glad you like it!!

and also nah i don't have the patience to both analyze and put them in a specific order.

plus not every one got that drip of spotify premium so not everyone would be able to listen in a specific order anyway lol

[thoughtsofanexcitedspacechild]

50 things I’ve learned this year during a global pandemic/general life advice from your local teenage train wreck :) (Pt. 1)

1. It’s okay to let go. Of things, people, old interests, even your past self. It doesn’t matter. If it isn’t benefiting you anymore, it’s okay to let things go.  

2. No relationship is worth pursuing that doesn’t match your energy. If someone’s not matching the love you give them, pull back to match their energy. That way, you save your energy for the people in your life that do. Most times, the people who do match your love and energy are the one’s that are in it for the long run and will be there for you. 

3. Stop caring what other people think about your interest. Often times we have so much shame for liking what we like. Why is that? If it isn’t hurting anyone, then why does it matter that you have an obscure taste in music, books, movies, etc.? Stop apologizing for what you like!

4. It’s okay to not want to grow up, even if that’s all you wanted to do as a kid. You don’t have to grow up. 

5. Going off of that, if you’re a “gifted” or “mature” kid, it’s okay to mourn your childhood you never had. Watch that show that you never did as a kid and fall in love with it. Finger paint with no exterior motive. Read way below your reading level. Reread Harry Potter or the Percy Jackson series. Play outside. You deserve it. 

6. “Kids” shows, including atla, lok, etc. often have more complex and interesting plots and characters than most “adult” shows these days. Don’t dismiss something just because it’s geared for a younger audience. Watch and learn from them. 

7. The changes you want to happen don’t suddenly happen. They’ll happen after many months of trial, error, and consistency. Take baby steps and celebrate small victories. 

8. You’re body will always be imperfect, and it’s okay. You’ll eventually learn to accept it once it doesn’t change so fast during adolescence, but don’t feel pressured to. It’s okay to not like how you look, just don’t let it keep you from enjoying life and your body from serving it’s purpose. 

9. Most high school guys don’t want a serious, long term relationship yet. They all have to mature a little bit for that, and it’s normal to feel frustrated about it, but don’t blame them too hard for it. You matured at a faster rate then them, and they still need a little more time. The best thing to do it wait for it. 

10. Questioning your sexuality is a normal part of life. You like guys? Good! You into girls? Great! It literally doesn’t matter, and God doesn’t really care either. There’s nothing in the Bible against it, and he made you that way right? Why not embrace it! Asami was your first gai crush? WONDERFUL! me too! Want to label yourself? I’ll respect and support whatever your decision is! Don’t know or don’t want to? Also perfect!

11. God (or whatever you believe in, or don’t!) made you imperfect for a reason: to embrace those imperfections and grow through them, to improve. Why would God put you on this earth if He didn't think that you had a reason to grow closer to Him through your imperfections? Make sure you use and acknowledge your imperfections, because they’re your lifeline to Him in prayer. It’s what you need to improve on, and ask help for, and that’s okay! (Spoiler alert, even when you do this stuff and work super hard, you’re human, and you’re still gonna mess up and make mistakes! Perfection wasn’t intended for humans, and I don’t believe it ever will be!)

12. When summer rolls around, get a summer job. Go down to the local ice cream place and ask if they’re hiring. Get an application and fill it out nicely with good handwriting. Then, take it back and wait. If they say yes, great! If not, that’s good too! Keep looking! Once you’ve found a place, settle in. Learn how things work. Learn how to do your job good and effectively. Immerse yourself in it. Then, have fun. Name the machines. (Big Bertha the waffle iron, or Fernanda the flurry machine, etc.) Name the ice cream flavors after your favorite fictional characters based on what they’d order (Aang is cookie dough, Obi Wan is mint chocolate chip, etc). Make new friends there and schedule your shifts with them. Get them in on your games too! It makes it more fun. Take time to show them your names for the ice cream flavors and machines, and maybe start using the names as abbreviations to make orders more efficient. Make sure you work only how much you can handle, even if that’s once a week or seven days for nine hours each. Whatever makes you happy! If you work in customer service, make them smile. Give the little kid extra sprinkles for wearing a fun mask or stickers if you have them. If there’s a tired mom, help her out by prioritizing her order to get out fast if possible. Whatever helps them. Thank the customers that tip! Then, get your paycheck in the mail and save all your tips. Put it in the bank and save it for college or when you need it. (Make sure to buy yourself something nice with the money sometimes too!)

13. When in school, don’t feel pressure to over achieve all the time. It’s okay to do the bare minimum sometimes. If you have an A, why are you worrying about if it’s a 95 and not a 98? It’s still an a, and that’s great! School is there to help you learn, so don’t force yourself to do extra busy work for a little extra credit (unless you absolutely need it!).

14. Take time to learn and do other things outside school that you may not be getting credit for. They’ll serve you in the long run! You like to write fan fiction? Keep writing! It’s helping! You love a sport? Good! It’s keeping you healthy while teaching you real life skills. Most of these things are gonna stick with you forever, so keep doing them and don’t let you passion fade away.

15. Write letters to your friends that live far away. Even if they don’t respond, they will appreciate having something that’s harder to lose or accidentally get deleted. Make the letter nice with pretty paper or colored pens or stickers, and spray your favorite scent on the envelope. Then seal it with a sticker and send it off. They really will appreciate it. 

16. Splurge on your own Spotify premium account and make a playlist for each mood. Make one for studying, working out, singing at the top of your lungs, one for when your happy, sad, etc. (You can also search my name, Hana Zainea, to listen to any of my playlists and see if we have the same music taste. If so follow me there and I’ll follow back to see your playlists!) Listen to your music and take time to enjoy it. Set aside ten to fifteen minutes just to do that. Let it flow through you and wake your soul up. 

17. Learn how to make handmade gifts. Wether that’s learning to make necklaces, earrings, bracelets, crochet, knit, or even make a nice card with hand lettering, learn how to make at least one solid handmade gift. It’ll give you a new skill as well as let the other people in your life that you love them. Handmade gifts are valuable and kept forever no matter how good they look. 

18. If your best friend lives far away like mine does, plan a monthly bsf subscription box. You can send each other a letter and a few little self care gifts once a month. It’s soooo fun and I can’t recommend this enough. 

19. Have photos that you like printed in physical form and hang them on your wall even if it’s just with tape. You’ll like being able to see and access happy thoughts and memories easily and have them hanging on your wall instead of sitting in your camera roll. 

20. You don’t have to keep up with social media. Delete it if you want, or limit your time on it if you want. Sometimes the “connection” we experience through social media isn’t always healthy, so monitor your use. 

21. Have a screen time widget on your phone and keep track of it. Try to cut your usage down by half an hour every week and eventually reduce it to the amount of time that you’d like to spend on your phone without being excessive, whatever that looks like for you. 

22. Meditate. This isn’t anything religious or spiritual, and it brings many benefits. It’s basically you setting a time aside to think for yourself. You can use one of the hundreds of guided meditations on youtube, or listen to theta waves/meditation music or just find a quiet place. Find a place where you know you won’t be disturbed, and then start to let your mind wander. What’s bothering you. When you turn off you mind, what’s the first thing that pops up? What keeps you from just being? What do you need to focus on in order to help yourself feel better? What are some things that you regret that are weighing on your heart? Now, what is your desired reality? Where do you want to live? Who do you want to meet/live with? What do you do? What do you act like? What do you have to do to make this happen? If you pray/are a christian, ask God for help with this desired life. (Remember, ask and you shall receive!)

23. Get yourself a hydro flask or any other durable water bottle, specifically a 16 or 32oz one. This way, it’s way easier to keep track of how much water you are drinking. A 16oz bottle is one pint and a 32oz one is a quart. Four of the 32 and eight of the 16oz are a gallon. Start by trying to drink a quarter of a gallon (2 16 oz or 1 32 oz) then a half, then three quarters, and eventually you’ll be drinking a gallon plus of water a day. (Put stickers on it to motivate yourself. Trust me it works wonders having fun stuff on there. Makes it enjoyable) 

24. If you’re able, make and give gifts often. It brings more joy than expected. 

25. Get rid of clothes. Toss all the old ones out. Reinvent yourself. Invest in pieces of clothing that are timeless (crewneck sweaters, cable knit sweaters, tan and brown colored dress pants, nice wool coats and sweaters, etc.) You’ll have these forever. 

26. Maintain your physical appearance. Make sure to change your clothes, follow proper hygiene, use lotion, etc. You’ll feel much better, trust me. You don’t have to use expensive products or put on a full face of makeup either, but putting some effort in will make you feel much better about yourself. 

27. Find a tea that tastes good to you. (Preferably without caffeine so you can drink it whenever.) Try everything! Then get yourself a nice mug and have some at a dedicated time each day. Relax and enjoy a constant in your life. 

28. If you’re into it, research and try reality shifting. I’m not going to go into depth in this post (that would take awhile) but if you’re really needing an escape but can’t go on vacation due to money, time crunches, etc, you can shift to any alternate reality that you’d like. Further in depth post about this to come. 

29. Read. Anything. A book, and article, the paper, the news, even the back of a cereal box. Think about it. What did you learn? Anything? 

30. Never accept criticism from someone you wouldn’t go to for advice. 

31. Call your parents if you live away from home. If not, spend more time with them. They love and miss you. 

32. Same with your siblings. 

33. And grandparents.

34. Find a way to remember your home town. Know it like the back of your hand. 

35. Read Shell Silverstien poems. They’re funny. 

36. Have a piece of jewelry that you never take off. Keep it to remind yourself of your sanity and to remember yourself. 

37. Cry of you need to. It’s bad to hold it in. 

38. Series you should read (even though some are nerdy): Harry Potter, Percy Jackson/Heros of Olympus, The Hunger Games, The Red Queen Series, The Giver Series, Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit. 

39. Standalone books you should read: The Book Thief, The Fault in our Stars, They Both Die in the End, Where the Crawdads Sing, The Scarlet Letter, Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, The DaVinci Code, The Great Gatsby, The Catcher in the Rye, Out of my Mind, Love that Dog, The Unfinished Angel, To Kill a Mockingbird, Romeo and Juliet

40. Shows you should watch: Avatar (Even if you’re a casual fan of the fandoms) : The Last Airbender, Legend of Korra, The Mandalorian, The Office, The Clone Wars, Parks and Rec., Stranger Things

41. Standalone Movies/Series you should watch: The Notebook, any of the Disney classics (specifically Lion King, Hercules, and others during that era), the Harry Potter movies, the Hunger Games movies, The Star Wars Movies, All of the Pixar movies (specifically Soul and Coco), Ten things I hate about you, the perks of being a wallflower, Clouds, If anything happens I love you

42. Artists to listen to: Norah Jones, James Taylor, John Denver, Anson Sebra, Ed Sheeran, The Paper Kites, The Artic Monkeys, Conan Grey, L. Dre (for Lofi) Song recs are on my Spotify haha (Hana Zainea) 

43. Invest in good supplies for art. It’ll make a difference.

44. When something feels off, clean your bathroom. Not your depression cave of a bedroom. Your bathroom. Trust me. It helps so so so much to have on clean space. 

45. Have a cohesive scent. Like lavender? Buy lavender everything. Use it in lotions, deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, candles, etc. You’ll have a scent that people will now associate with you and you only. 

46. Learn how to cook while your at home. Ask your parents if you can go to a nutritionist and learn what foods nourish your body the best. Eat them and let yourself feel good about what you put in your body. 

47. Learn how to do basic home improvements while still at home. Fix toilets, clogged drains, clean ovens, showers, sinks, etc. You’ll be grateful. 

48. Don’t do drugs/drink. It’s not worth dulling your senses to miss out on your wonderful life. 

49. Annotate your books. It makes you engage more and you’ll like looking back on them. 

50. If no one is looking, you should totally cart surf down the isle at the grocery store. It’s the little things that count.