#may challenge

[m0tiv8me]

MAYbe I CAN! Check In.

Ok positive people time to report in for the May Challenge.

What will you be doing for at least 15 minutes to benefit your mental and or physical well being each day in May.

Here’s mine:

15 minutes dedicated to stretching, pushups and crunches each day. I’m stacking these together meaning I’ll start with some stretching, followed by some pushups and then do crunches while resting between pushups and then finish with more stretching.

I travel a lot for work, a gym is not always an option and sometimes my workdays turn out to be 14-16 hours long. I needed something that I can do literally anywhere at almost anytime. Morning, night, whatever fits. This feels practical and feasible to me and I won’t get frustrated or overwhelmed by it.

I was going to set a specific number of pushups and crunches for my 15 minutes each day but I fully expect to improve throughout the month. So to add another degree of challenge I’ll be working to increase the numbers I complete in my 15 minutes each day. Excited to see what type of improvement I can make from the start of May to the end.

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So! What will your 15 minutes be used for? Mental health focused such as reading, writing, meditation, or something more physical like yoga, walking running, lifting etc.

Make it challenging but make it feel possible. Most importantly MAKE TIME FOR IT. 15 minutes each day that’s it. Easy peasy you can totally do it.

Daily update posts will go live each day at 12:00AM with those participating tagged. Reblog and be accountable by adding a brief update on your days success. Even if you struggled that’s fine, life happens and not everyday will be a win. If you didn’t hit a goal or make it happen how you’d like no worries. Still report in if you can and be accountable. We all need to see that each of us is human and that we struggle at times and help lift each other back up.

If you prefer to post your own and not reblog the daily post go for it. Add the tag #maybe I can or tag me @m0tiv8me so I can find it. I’ll be doing my best to keep tabs but I may miss some.

If you wish to remain private and not share publicly no problem. If you feel comfortable doing so my DM’s are open to anyone who wishes to share updates and report in. I will not be tagging anyone who prefers to keep private.

That’s it, you have until tomorrow to decide what your 15 minutes will be used for. Can’t wait to cheer each other on and stay accountable together for May.

@thoughts-sex-desires @definitely-grown @perspective24 @joshuamusclefan @52fit @runningfromthecuccos @athousandmorningss @marine-corps-strong @healthymist @integrationslady

[creativepromptsforwriting]

May Writing Challenge

This May I want to get back into writing. I’m not at all consistent. I’m at a point where I don’t feel like I can work on bigger things, because I can’t guarantee myself to keep working on it in a week from now. So I will take this month as a training month to get back into the habit of writing. I will do this by writing (or trying to write) 200 words every day. Topic is irrelevant. How great my writing is that day is irrelevant. Just 200 words written down. A habit taking 21 days to form was debunked, it does take a lot longer, but 31 days are a start I would say. These are already 140 words, so 200 words every day are hopefully manageable. You're more than welcome to join me if you like 😊

[tom-whore-dleston]

"My life has no meaning without you."

Like Real People Do - Adam Warlock x f. reader (WandaVision AU) Coming Soon!

Created for @the-slumberparty's May Challenge. Ever since watching GOTG Vol. 3, I thought it would be a cool concept to write something WandaVision inspired with Adam. Sadly, I have been diagnosed with the coughs and sniffles and my brain has been foggy the past few days, but I am hopeful in writing something for this moodboard bc I absolutely love this idea :')

[raina-at]

Clues

��And where are you off to?” John asks, looking up from his textbook. He’s sitting in the kitchen, studying for his anatomy exam and eating chips.

Sherlock passes by the table and takes a chip from the paper plate John is holding out in an unspoken invitation. “Molly needs help with organic chemistry.”

John smiles at him fondly. “That’s awfully nice of you, sacrificing your Friday night to help her.”

Sherlock rolls his eyes. “She’s going to be Anderson’s TA next semester, meaning she’ll have access to the lab after hours. It’s a simple exchange.”

“Yes, yes, you keep telling yourself that, much easier to pretend you couldn’t just break into the lab like you’ve done all of last year, instead of admitting that Molly’s your friend and that’s why you’re helping her.”

Sherlock helps himself to another chip. “Shut up,” he says, then pops the chip into his mouth, making John laugh. 

The sound shivers down Sherlock’s spine like a warm caress, making him feel warm all over. He’s long since stopped asking himself why making John laugh is the best feeling in the world, he’s just accepted that it is. 

“Fine, go share your big genius brain with the girl who isn’t your friend at all, of course,” John answers. He gets up and nudges Sherlock with his shoulder as he passes to the sofa. “Text me if you’re going to spend the night, okay?”

“Yes, mother,” Sherlock says with mock annoyance. 

John flips Sherlock off absently, already engrossed in his textbook again. “Finish off the chips, will you,” he says absently.

Sherlock shrugs into his coat and grabs the chips from the table to have on his way. “Don’t wait up,” he says in lieu of goodbye and closes the door behind him.

*-*

“So, if you look at the molecular structure of- Molly, are you listening to a word I’m saying?”

Molly looks up from her textbook and blushes scarlet. “I’m so sorry, Sherlock, I’m just-”

“Just what? Ungrateful? Inattentive? Wasting my time?” Sherlock ticks the points off his fingers. “Uninterested in passing this course? Willing to throw your future away?”

Molly drops her head, her forehead meeting her textbook with a painful-sounding thud. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing…”

Sherlock sighs. “Let me guess. This is about a boy.”

“Yes,” Molly all but wails. “I’m being so stupid! But I can’t stop thinking about him. He’s so handsome” She lifts her head a bit, looking at Sherlock with a pleading expression. “You know Greg? From the rugby team?”

Sherlock nods, his anger abating somewhat. Greg apparently has a debilitating effect on girls. He’s noticed it on several occasions where John dragged him to social gatherings. The effect is entirely lost on Sherlock himself, though he acknowledges that Greg is good looking. Maybe it’s because Greg is so unquestioningly straight, but then again, so is John, and John’s mere presence both enhances Sherlock’s intellect and has the ability to derail it completely. So he sympathises with Molly. To an extent.

“What would it take for you to be able to actually concentrate on what we’re doing?” he asks, checking his watch. It’s only nine, maybe they can save some of this study session.

“If I knew for sure that he’s not interested, I could put it out of my mind. I know he likes me, but I’m not sure if we’re just mates, or if he wants to take it further.” She pulls out what looks like a battered women’s magazine. “There’s a list of clues here. Whether someone likes you. Maybe we could….” she trails off, giving Sherlock a hopeful smile.

Sherlock sighs. “Let’s have it then.”

“Okay, clue one: He’s looking for excuses to touch you.”

“Sounds a bit fishy,” Sherlock says, waggling his hand in a ‘not sure about that’ gesture, thinking of how John constantly bumps against him, puts a hand on his shoulder, or his arm. “Friends touch quite often as well.”

“He did touch my arm this afternoon,” Molly says, musing aloud. “I’m going to mark it down as a yes.”

Sherlock decides he needs a control group. He’ll compare the clues on the list to things normal friends — like he and John — do all the time.

“Go on.”

“Clue two: Shares food. Greg gave me half of his muffin last week.”

John sharing his chips without even a second thought. “Meaningless. Next.”

“Compliments you. Greg told me I’m really smart the other day, does that count?”

John calls him brilliant and amazing all the time. “No. Friends like each other, that’s not an indicator for romantic attraction.”

“One or two of these are normal among friends, it says here. If you get seven or eight out of ten, he’s interested in more,” Molly muses, but continues reading the clues out when Sherlock makes a ‘get on with it’ gesture. “Four: Shows concern for your wellbeing.”

Text me when you stay over. Finish my chips. Do you want some tea? “Friends do that. Next.”

“Five: Goes fishing for information about your romantic life. Greg did ask me if I have plans for the weekend, do you think he might- Sherlock, are you listening to me?”

Do you have a girlfriend? 

Not really my area.

Do you have a boyfriend, then?

Their first conversation over dinner the evening John moved in, after Mike introduced them as potential flatmates. 

“Read the next clue.”

Molly looks down at the paper. “Shows interest in your hobbies.”

John leaning over him and looking at crime scene pictures, John listening to him go on about the chemistry of tobacco ash and the infinite varieties of London soil, John’s enthusiasm for his violin…

Sherlock swallows. “Next.”

“Initiates contact, makes plans.”

He takes out his phone and looks at his last ten text alerts. They’re all from John.

“Next.”

“Wants to meet your family.”

Well, nobody wants to meet Mycroft, but John usually offers him tea when he comes over, and John’s shown a certain amount of — morbid — curiosity about their parents. 

“Next.”

“Blows off people and plans to spend time with you.”

“And the last one?” Sherlock asks, unsure if what he feels is hope or dread. 

“Lots of eye contact.”

“Molly,” Sherlock croaks, unsteadily. “I have to go.”

*-*

The way home takes thirty minutes and that’s time enough for Sherlock to do some serious thinking on the subject of John Watson, and what Sherlock wants from him.

Facts: John is intelligent, smart, funny, good company, he smells good, his eyes are extraordinary, he’s the only person Sherlock could envision living with and his laugh makes Sherlock shiver.

He comes to the following conclusions:  a) He’s in love with John, and has been since they met. b) He’s a massive idiot. 

*-*

Sherlock bursts into John’s bedroom without knocking. “Do you like me?”

John, who was fast asleep face down on his textbook, sits up, blinking against the light. “What?”

“You know how much I hate repeating myself,” Sherlock says, running a hand through his hair, gesturing in agitation. “Do you like me?” he asks, gesturing between the two of them.

John blinks, obviously still half asleep. “Um…”

“Answer the question!” Sherlock snaps, irritated.

“I’m not even sure I know what the question is,” John says, frowning at Sherlock, confused. “You storm in here in the middle of the night and yell incoherent nonsense at me, and you’re irritated at me?”

“We got ten out of ten, John! Ten out of ten!” Sherlock yells, dimly aware that this doesn’t exactly help John with anything, but too agitated to care. “You touch me all the time, you care about me, you let me rant at you, you feed me, you’re polite to my brother, you haven’t been on a date for months,” Sherlock enumerates the points, checking them off with his fingers. “I forget the rest, but you see the point, don’t you?”

“I’m not sure I do,” John says, rubbing a tired hand over his forehead. “You asked if I like you. Of course I do, we’re friends.”

“Yes, obviously, but do you like me? Like me, like me? Have sexual and/or romantic interest in me? The clues say you do, and the clues never lie!”

John looks distinctly uncomfortable, and he’s even blushing a bit, which Sherlock rates as a very good sign. “Um…” he rubs the back of his neck, a classic nervous tell, then he looks up at Sherlock, and there’s that eye contact the article was talking about. “Would that be a problem?”

Sherlock releases a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. “Of course not, you absolute idiot. Why do you think I endure your dreadfully slow typing, your inability to pick up your dirty socks from the bathroom floor and your horrid taste in music? I’m obviously completely besotted with you and have been for a while now. Granted, I only realised right now but-”

He doesn’t get any further because John pulls him down to the bed, rolls on top of him and starts kissing him like there’s nothing better to do in the whole entire world, a sentiment Sherlock is in complete agreement with.

“I think we’re done talking for now,” John says with a wicked grin as he pulls back a bit to look at Sherlock.

Sherlock quite agrees and pulls John down for another round of snogging.

He makes a mental note to thank Molly in the morning. Then he dismisses everything that’s not John from his mind. It’s surprisingly easy. 

Have a bit of fluffy Unilock with awkward boys today. This got long, that's why I cut it.

Thanks for the prompt and the tag, @calaisreno

Tagging a few people to join the fun: @helloliriels @keirgreeneyes @jrow @fluffbyday-smutbynight @topsyturvy-turtely @totallysilvergirl @khorazir @catlock-holmes @meetinginsamarra @lisbeth-kk

[integrationslady]

MAYbe I CAN! Check In/Start

So I very much want to participate in this, but I am spending the first seven days of May on vacation where I quite honestly may not have 15 spare minutes total much less every day. Normally that would keep me from even starting, but instead I think I'll start on the 8th and go a week into June instead.

I want to do 15 minutes of yoga a day for (at least) 30 straight days. I would also like to do 15 minutes of cleaning a day, but if we're being honest that will be the first to go on any day I find myself with half an hour to spare, so I'll really focus on the yoga. Starting Wednesday, May 8th.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

You have the best co-writers 🥺. Okay, I totally just threw this in a random generator but how about:

Secret Royal + Mechanic + "Nothing's THAT important, you know."

Ohhh I feel like this is going to be good. 😏

Hey, I did my best for this one :/

I have tried - out of respect - to tailor this a little bit, so...Ladies and Gentlemen, here comes an attempt at writing Bagginshield from me 🙈

Thank you so much for the request & I hope you won't be too disappointed 😞

Words: 1,7 k

Warnings: None

Being a mechanic was fiddly work, but – thankfully – Bilbo Baggins was a man who rejoiced in puzzles; many a person would have believed that his job was all about brute force – yanking and screwing – when in truth, he caressed engines back to life with such an exceptional precision that he was almost famous around here.

He didn’t look the part though; prim and proper – or vain as some people liked to call it – he straightened his waistcoat after having wiped his hands meticulously. Bilbo was a gentleman, he was a mechanic, and he was a mysterious bachelor.

Now, if one were to ask him, he would have scoffed and wrinkled his nose at the epithet ‘mysterious’ for – in his opinion – there was nothing enigmatic about the lack of a spouse; he simply was unmarried and if that gave rise to serious questions, he was inclined to doubt the intelligence of whoever was thus derailed by a fact so simple.

“Bilbo? There’s some dude outside who wants you to take a look at his car,” one of the neighbours – blight and blessing of his life – called through the small window standing slightly ajar to let some fresh air into the stuffy workshop.

“I am on my break,” Bilbo grumbled; what he meant to say was that he had just finished the task of the day and had been looking forward to curling up with a book in his office.

Maybe, people were right after all when they said – behind his back – that he was much too set in his habits for a man so young still and Bilbo deemed it lucky for them that growing irate at nosey townsfolk was not one of those habits then.

“No, but come look at him,” the neighbour went on.

“Him? It’s a boy-car?” Bilbo replied, relieved that the man could not see him rolling his eyes.

“No, you jester, the man…the owner of the car!”

With a deep sigh – and a last look into the floor-length mirror standing in the corner for convenience – Bilbo made his way outside to go look at all those fantastical things that had apparently appeared out of thin air.

“Hello, are you the mechanic?” a low, grumbly voice resounded, and Bilbo had to shade his eyes with his hand as he stared right into the light – only broken by the silhouette of the stranger – of the blazing midday sun.

“I am. Are you the ‘man…the owner of the car’?” Bilbo replied in a soft singsong voice; now that he had stepped out, he could clearly recognise that his neighbour’s words must have been overheard by said person.

“I am…I’m…Thorin,” the man said and extended a broad, elegant hand full of heavy rings and smudged with oil.

“I see you’ve tried to remedy whatever’s wrong yourself,” Bilbo quipped and walked around the man to take a look at the car – standing abandoned in the middle of the parking lot – without so much as a thought about how this new position would allow him to take in that stranger better.

Upon further reflexion, the shadow of that very same thought might have crossed the mechanic’s mind and he threw a quick glance – after all, he had been called forth to throw glances and looks at everything – at the man having turned around to watch Bilbo in turn.

He was taller than Bilbo, broad-shouldered and long-haired, and he had the bluest, most intense eyes he had ever seen; an unexpected warmth flooded Bilbo’s chest akin to the breathless awe he felt when coming across a particularly well-kept classic car.

What a beauty, he thought, and – him truly not being like everyone else – that realisation made him frown and scowl rather than smile at that picture of sturdy but gracious virility.

Moreover, he had not missed the heartbeat of hesitation upon identifying himself as ‘Thorin’; either that was not his true name or there was simply more to it.

“Bilbo Baggins,” he offered up his own full name, but the stranger simply repeated those two syllables that held the hint of a foreign pronunciation like vanilla and cinnamon – no matter how sparsely used – would always change the flavour of a cake.

“Alright, Thorin,” Bilbo chuckled, his fatigue and reluctance blown away by the curiosity a face such as this one inevitably inspired, “the good news is that there’s nothing seriously wrong with your car and the bad news is that it will take a day to get the necessary piece.”

Usually, he prided himself on his excellent connections and – of this much he was sure – all his other customers would have been delighted to know that he’d be able to fix whatever was wrong within 24 hours, but Thorin – clearly a stranger to these parts – looked disheartened.

“Oh no,” he grumbled, “I need to be on my way tonight. I have an important…meeting.”

Ah, there it was again, and Bilbo’s ears perked up; there was something that gorgeous stranger was hiding from him.

“Well, I cannot – in good conscience – let you leave in this car,” he set his foot down; despite his optimistic assessment, he would not compromise his professional integrity and let Thorin drive away in a potentially dangerous car that could give out at the most inopportune of moments.

“It’s important,” Thorin mumbled, rubbing that mesmerising hand over the dense, dark beard covering a strong jaw that was set stubbornly.

“It’s dangerous!”

“It’s really important!” Eyes the colour of glaciers and rock springs turned pleadingly onto Bilbo’s soft face, making his heart and bones melt a little around the edges, but not his resolve…never his resolve.

“Nothing’s THAT important, you know,” Bilbo huffed, “you could get into a serious crash, and I will not risk that.”

A tiny sliver of doubt lodged itself between his good resolutions and his professional pride now though; he could easily have offered a replacement vehicle – even his own – but for some reason, he felt almost irrationally jealous and possessive.

He didn’t want Thorin to leave before he could get to the bottom of that secret he was flaunting – veiled and impenetrable – so brazenly; Bilbo was indeed a man who loved a good puzzle and he itched to fiddle with this one until it was solved.

“You don’t understand,” Thorin looked around as if to check if not another dozen townspeople were hidden in the bushes lining the parking lot – a good and smart reflex in Bilbo’s opinion – before whispering: “I am to attend diplomatic talks of monumental significance.”

Bilbo chewed on that information for a second before straightening up and nodding slowly.

“I can lend you my own car,” he offered, “but you’ll have to bring it back in perfect condition once you’re done.”

“Oh,” Thorin’s eyes lit up with a joyous gleam – relief and gratitude swirling like stars in the depths of that azure ocean – and he was tempted to hug the small, soft man who looked so incongruous standing in front of his business, “I’d be ever so thankful. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

With a small ‘humph’ sound, Bilbo waved him into the building and flipped the sign on the door to deter any other customers from bothering him today; he was now officially ‘closed for the day’.

The awareness that he was basically locked in with the most handsome man he had ever beheld in his life made the skin under his freshly pressed white shirt prickle.

Mysterious, Bilbo remembered his earlier musings, there was nothing mysterious about the absence of a woman in his life, it was easily explained by his visceral reaction to this blindingly handsome creature headed for ‘important negotiations’.

“I trust you to keep this quiet,” Thorin breathed as he leaned against the wooden counter and pushed his passport over; he kept his palm – huge and strong – on top of it until Bilbo nodded with a small smile that melted into a shocked gasp.

“Your Majesty,” he squeaked.

“I see, keeping it quiet did not work,” Thorin laughed under his breath.

He flinched when Bilbo’s hand came to cover his own reassuringly, giving it a few short pats for good measure as he swore – on his mother’s grave – that he would not tell a soul about who Thorin really was.

“You can trust me,” he promised.

“Can I?”

“I decided to trust you not to wreck my car as you did your own!” Bilbo cocked one eyebrow at him; king or not, Thorin had arrived here with a damaged vehicle and Bilbo had agreed to handing over his own baby.

“You are right, Master Baggins, my apologies,” Thorin grinned; he was amazed by this little fellow who seemed so comfortable and cosy and yet took every curveball thrown at him in his stride as if he had never known a quiet instant in his life.

“Bring back my car,” Bilbo muttered, “and maybe a spot of dinner depending on when you expect to be back?”

It was brazen, but Bilbo had the instinctive feeling that he’d get along great with this foreign king; no doubt, he had been mollycoddled way too much and it would be good for him to spend some time with ordinary folk.

“Sure thing,” Thorin chuckled; he hadn’t laughed this much in a long time and already, his heart – aggrieved and worried by the talks he was heading to – felt lighter after this unfortunate intermezzo, which was an unexpected but very welcome surprise.

“I’ll see you then,” Bilbo replied sheepishly; he had not expected a literal king to agree that easily to his cheeky invitation.

With a flourish, he handed over his car keys, the small tokens in the form of different flowers jangling softly as they fell into Thorin’s hand as if into a ravine of flesh.

“I will be back as soon as I can,” Thorin promised as he tucked away his passport again without Bilbo having made so much as a copy of it.

Bilbo made an unconvinced sound; he was pretty sure that diplomatic incidents had a tendency to grow longer than expected and not shorter, but – as a frown darkened that heavy brow – he decided not to meet trouble halfway.

“Ah,” Thorin’s face cleared into a summer sky – radiant and painfully beautiful – once more, “as you have witnessed, I can be very persuasive. I’ll tell them that it’s important.”

As he strolled towards the door, he turned one last time to meet Bilbo’s gaze and grinned: “Some things are just THAT important."

So, here we are...

Lots of love from me <3

I guess this qualifies as @fellowshipofthefics <3

[mutifandomlover]

200 Words Challenge:Day 31(Celitc Pantheon).

From:@creativepromptsforwriting.

Noah:Noah is the son of Nuada. He has a silver hand that his father gifted him. He also goes fishing with his dad. They even go hunting. Noah is honest about everything and tries to be a good leader. He struggles to get a date with a woman. Overall, Noah is a good leader and an honest person.

[shootingstarbea]

Wanted to draw some cute Sanrio characters for the #springwithsanrio23 challenge over on insta.

Week one was flowers. I hope I can finish Clouds and post tomorrow!

Anyway, CharmmyKitty is one of my favorite

Sanrio characters!

[mooniace]

[sparrow-orion-writes]

May Challenge Update

16/05/22-22/05/22

Daily: 900 Words

Monthly: 25000

[ 🌸 ] Monday

[ 🌸 ] Tuesday

[ 🌸 ] Wednesday

[ 🌸 ] Thursday

[ 🌸 ] Friday

[ 🌸 ] Saturday

[ 🌸 ] Sunday

Sprints: 🌸 | 🌸 | 🌸

[scribbles-n-stuffs]

23: pixilated

hugs!

@snailsagere suggested a snail and rat. they are friends hehe

I've never stepped into pixel art before, and it challenges me. my detail focused mind just simply forced to look at the bigger picture, literally. it's impossible to zoom in infinitely and obsess over tiny details that end up disappearing in the finished work.

it's hard to re think an entire process, but freeing at the same time.

challenge prompts by archer & olive

[m0tiv8me]

This morning was stretching with 105 total push-ups and 100 crunches in 15 min.

I’m so ready for this “MAYbe I Can” challenge and I’m super inspired by everyone who’s joining in. The goals they are choosing the positive support, the accountability and the ability to help cheer each other on.

Personally I can’t wait to see everyone’s progress throughout the month both mentally and physically and in my initial trials I’m already able to do more pushups and crunches in 15 minutes than I thought I’d be able to. Which has me excited to see where I’m at in a month.

DAY 01 post goes up at 12:00am central time tonight. Feel free to reblog and add an update at any point in the day after you’ve completed your 15 minutes. Don’t fear road blocks or unexpected circumstances. Life happens and everyday can’t be a success. Still share and let this group help encourage you and keep you going. You can always tag me @m0tiv8me in your own posts if you wish and my DM’s are open for anyone who wishes to not share publicly.

Here is who I got so far, @thoughts-sex-desires @definitely-grown @perspective24 @joshuamusclefan @52fit @runningfromthecuccos @athousandmorningss @marine-corps-strong @healthymist @integrationslady @lucky-jewels @tenacioustam @the-curvy-crossfitter @poh-fitblr

if you want in let me know and I’ll add you to the daily update tags. If you prefer to not be tagged also let me know and I’ll remove you.

[itsjustlily]

TEAM TWO Vision Board CHALLENGE

 @acelebrityfamerp

Question: Where is your favorite Vacation Spot?

 @chasexstokesx @itschacecrawford @sebastianxstanx @avbenzo @shutupzack @queendinahjane

[canisbeanz]

Silly doodle bc it was the first thing I thought of when I saw Pomni.

[smash-chu]

make a cohost account, make a blue skies account, make a pillow fort account, make a artfol account, share your discord, make a back-up account, make another account, make another account, make another account-

[catmask]

when u go to write a mentally ill person in ur story you are presented two options. the first option is to write your mental illness realistically as you actually experience it with all the ups and downs and people who are like you will resonate with it and feel seen. except every person who reads instagram infographics on mental health that uses the phrase narcicisst for anyone who does anything that crosses them and unironically call themself a dark empath will call you scary and tell you that youre demonizing mentally ill people

the second option is to lie and write inspiration porn for those people to get hard to