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helloooooo, i LOVEEEEEEE your fics SOOOOO SOOOOO MUCH 😩💗💞💖 can you PLEASEEEEE, make fic where reader serving her food in such small portion and says "thats all we have" to see lis reaction, thank youuuuu!!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ It’s all we had

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ flufff, just fluff and some crack lol

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ You decide to prank them

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

- Gasps. Loudly. Like you just told him the moon exploded.

- “You’re eating this much?! That’s a child’s portion! No, a fairy’s!”

- Literally drops his chopsticks and starts checking the fridge, the pantry, the oven.

- “I know I just saw leftovers this morning, don’t lie to me baby!”

- You try to play innocent but he finds the pot and clutches his chest like you stabbed him.

- “So dramatic!”

- Scoops up the whole pot and sits you on the counter, feeding you from it while standing between your thighs.

- “You made me lunch, so now I make sure you eat it like a good girl.”

- Insists you moan dramatically over the food or he’ll “cry cause you aren’t satisfied with the food.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

- He takes one look at your tiny plate and his fork freezes mid-air.

- “That’s all we have?” His tone is flat but his eyes are already scanning the kitchen for clues.

- You say, “It’s okay. You need the food more… you work so hard.” and he physically exhales through his nose like he’s calming himself down.

- He doesn’t eat another bite. Slides his entire plate over to you.

- “I’ll cook something else. Sit down.”

- Finds the hidden pot in record time. Just stands there holding it like, “Really.”

- Next thing you know, he’s spoon-feeding you while sitting in his lap with a mildly scolding kiss to your temple.

“You are not skipping meals for me. Ever. Even in your hypothetical dreams.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

- He takes your word for it at first. You said that’s all there is? Then… that must be it.

- But then he keeps staring at your portion while chewing slowly.

- “You need it more,” you whisper, smiling sweetly.

- That does it. He gently lowers his chopsticks and stands.

- He’s in his socks, shuffling around the kitchen like a confused sad boy trying to cook something up before you fade away from hunger

- “Maybe… toast? Rice? I can go buy fruit.”

- You cave and show him the hidden pot and he just… goes silent.

- Walks back with it and says nothing, just quietly gives you a mountain of food and tucks your hair behind your ear while you eat 😭

- For a week, he insists on making your plate first every time.

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

- You set down your tiny plate and give your best “selfless wife” performance.

- He raises a brow and leans back like, “That’s it?”

- “Mhm. You work so hard, I want you to have it.”

- Snorts. Immediately suspicious.

- He gets up. Walks to the kitchen. Opens one cabinet. Sees the pot.

- “Caught.”

- Next thing you know you’re thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes while he’s smirking.

- “Trying to starve yourself again, pretty thing?” Drops you in his lap and feeds you the biggest bites.

- “You think I can work if my wife’s bones are showing? Eat.”

- You get hand-fed and kissed between every bite. He’s so smug about catching you.

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

- He accepts the plate without a word. But the moment you turn to sit down, he’s already on his comm.

- “Why were we not stocked? My wife’s meal was insufficient.”

- You quickly try to explain, “No no! There’s more, I just—”

- He cuts you off. “You hid it?” Eyes narrow.

- Long pause. Then he sets his utensils down, walks to the pot, retrieves it, and starts silently serving you double the amount you gave him.

- “Don’t do that again,” he murmurs, slicing a soft piece of meat for you.

- “You eat before me. You come first. Always.”

- He’s too protective to not panic lol

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Sylus, your actor boyfriend, going on late-night runs to the convenience store with you. He wears a hat and mask to conceal his features, but his height still makes him recognizable to some fans, so you often have to drive to other cities to shop.

He moves in to tickle you as you duck in and out of aisles and plays with the miscellaneous toys and trinkets on the shelves.

The cashier thinks you’re two endearing, big-ass kids in love—luckily, she’s too old to recognize who he is. She gives you rhino pills for free with a wink, much to your dismay (and embarrassment).

You end up leaving with a basketful of junk food and other things you don’t need—the matching keychains were a necessity, according to him.

You’re not at all surprised when you log into your socials the next day, seeing Sylus all over every major blog and news outlet, sneaking around with his “mysterious lady friend.”

He gives you a rueful look from beside you on your bed, stroking your hip. Buries his face in the hollow of your neck, murmuring a croaky “Sorry” because you’ve yet to make your relationship public knowledge, and he doesn’t want to subject you to the maelstrom that is his fanbase.

Maybe one day, when you’re brave enough, you’ll make your love public. For now, you’re content with these quiet moments where only the two of you exist in total serenity.

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how the boys would react when you have a migraine

this was actually inspired by something a coworker told me the other day. actually, the Xavier one was too. my poor coworkers get such bad migraines, i feel so sorry for them🥺 again, this might be a little ooc, but i'm trying lol enjoy!

Part II: Rafayel (you/MC x Rafayel)

Your alarm went off way too soon, but you sluggishly sat up anyway. As you sat there for a moment, you frowned at what felt like another headache coming on. You tried to shrug it off, telling yourself that if you ate some breakfast and drank some water, you'd be able to deal with it. After all, you were brought up with a strong work ethic; if you weren't puking up your guts or basically dying, you were well enough to go to work.

Taking a deep breath, you shoved the covers aside and swung your legs over the side of the bed to push yourself into getting up. However, the moment you stood to your feet, your head swam, and your stomach lurched. Before you realized it, you were falling backwards onto the bed. Your head barely grazed your boyfriend's leg before landing back onto the mattress.

Rafayel stirred and slowly turned over to face you.

"Uhh... you alive?" He asked groggily.

"Yeah... I just..." You tried to sit up slowly, but even as you moved, sharp pain shot up your neck and into your eyes. It was a migraine, not a headache, and it was one of the worse ones you'd had in a while. You could only slowly lower yourself back onto the bed.

"Hey..." Rafayel quickly sat up, more alert now. He laid a gentle, cool hand across your forehead.

"You don't look so good. Another migraine?"

"Yeah..." You began to nod, but even that slight movement made your head spin and your stomach churn. It felt like all the pain was focused on your forehead and right above your eyes.

"Okay. Where's your phone?"

"Nightstand." Is all you said. You pressed your head into the sheets.

"Pass code?" He asked after retrieving it from the table by your side of the bed.

You uttered the numbers through gritted teeth. It wasn't until you peered up at him and saw him making a call that you realized what he was doing.

"Hey, don't..."

He frowned at you. "Hush." He got up from the bed and leaned against the wall by the window.

“Hello, this is Rafayel.” You heard him talking to who you assumed was your boss.

“Yeah, she’s gravely ill, so she won’t be coming into work today… Right. Well, when she wakes up and is feeling up to talking, I’ll have her call to let you know how she’s doing. Yes. Thank you. Goodbye.”

You frowned at him as he put the phone down and sat on the bed next to you.

“Hey, who said you could call off for me?” You grumbled. “I’m fine.”

He just gave you a Look. “Puhlease, if you’re fine like you say you are, why’d you flop down on the bed just now, like a fish washed up on the shore? I bet you can barely walk right now without falling over.”

You huffed. You knew he was right and you couldn’t argue with him. Seeing that you weren’t going to try and fight, he smiled and stroked your head.

“Hey, we both know you’re a hard worker. You hardly ever call off. One day staying at home because of a migraine won’t hurt. I’m sure they’ll understand at work too. You need your rest; that’s what’s important. Besides.”

His cool fingers caressed your warm cheek. “It’s obvious you don’t feel well, and I hate seeing you looking so tired and in pain.”

You wryly smiled. “What would I do without you, Raf?”

He let out a dramatic sigh. “I can’t even imagine. Wither away and die, probably.”

“Right. Well, could you be so kind as to take me to the couch? I don’t want to stay in bed at least.” You held out your arms towards him so he could pick you up.

“Fiiine..since you’re not feeling well.”

With a quiet laugh, he hoisted you up in his arms and carried you out of the bedroom to place you on his plush, blue couch. He then took one of his big, soft blankets and covered you with it. As you snuggled into the couch, Rafayel went over to the nearby window and opened it. You could feel the cool sea breeze on your cheeks and hear the ocean.

"There we go. Some natural ambience. It's kind of bright in here, though. You sure you wanna sit out here?" He wondered.

Your head was still aching and the pressure on your eyes still felt so heavy, you wanted to rip your eyeballs out of their sockets, but you shrugged. You just wanted a change of scenery.

"I'll survive."

He rolled his eyes. "Riiight. Why don't you wear this?" He tossed an eye mask onto your face. Pouting at him, you picked it up.

"Wow. Thanks."

"Don't mention it!" He said brightly. "Just relax. I'll get you some meds and something light to eat, 'kay?"

"Okay." You had nothing left in you to be snarky. You slipped the mask over your face and pulled the blanket up to your neck. You really wanted to take something now, but you knew you should eat something first, so you just lay on the couch hoping he'd bring something soon.

"Here, cutie. Drink some water."

Rafayel's voice was at your side a moment later and you peered up at him. He was holding a tall glass of water. You sat up slowly and took the glass.

"Drink it slowly. I made sure it wasn't too cold."

"Thank you."

He went back to the kitchen as you settled back in the couch, slowly sipping the water as he suggested. After a few minutes, you heard what sounded like glass clanking on a hard surface and the scraping of a chair against the floor. You groaned slightly and turned towards the noise. Lifting the mask slightly, you saw Rafayel sitting beside you in a chair. He had a bowl of steaming soup and you also spotted the bottle of painkillers on the coffee table.

"Soup should be okay, right? I wasn't sure how much your stomach could handle."

You weakly smiled. "It'll be fine. Thank you, Raf."

He smiled back and handed you the bowl. He watched as you ate and decided to pour out a couple of pills for you. Once it looked like you were done with the soup, he handed you the pills.

"I think I'll just veg out here for the rest of the day," you said after you downed the pills with water and nestled back in the couch.

Rafayel laughed a little. "Sure. I'll let you rest while I do some sketches. But what do you say to a nice, warm bath in a little bit? It'll be refreshing."

Your face lit up with a pleased smile as he pulled the mask back over your eyes. "Sounds awesome. You're the best, Rafayel."

"I know, I know." He teased. He leaned in to kiss your cheek. Then, before he got up, he said quietly,

"Close your eyes, listen to the sea, and just let your mind drift away. Your migraine will be gone in no time, cutie."

And with those sweet words of his, you fully believed it would.

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⋆˚࿔ Lover boy 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

-the LaDS men as your high school boyfriends

୨ৎ── . Zayne

“You’re wrong.”

Zanye sighed, already rubbing his temples. “I’m not wrong.”

“Yes, you are,” you insisted, crossing your arms and staring up at him with that stubborn gleam in your eyes—the one that meant you were ready to argue about the dumbest thing just to get a rise out of him. “Pancakes and waffles are not the same thing.”

Zayne exhaled sharply. “I never said they were the same. I said they’re basically similar because they’re both made of batter.”

“Yeah, and that’s wrong. They have different textures, different purposes, different souls, Zayne.”

Zayne rolled his eyes. “Souls? Are you seriously telling me a pancake has a soul?”

“Yes! Pancakes are soft and fluffy, comforting. Waffles are crunchy, mischievous. Chaotic.”

Zayne stared at you. “Chaotic?”

“Absolutely,” you said, completely serious. “You never know how much syrup a waffle is gonna trap. One bite could be perfect. The next? Syrup explosion. You never have that problem with pancakes.”

Zayne opened his mouth, then closed it, exhaling again. “Love, it’s breakfast food.”

“It’s philosophy,” you shot back.

Zayne sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I literally don’t care.”

You smirked. “Because you know I’m right.”

Zayne groaned. “Oh my God—”

“You just hate that I’m always right—”

He kissed you.

Mid-sentence, mid-argument, Zayne just leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, successfully shutting you up.

For a moment, you forgot what you two were even talking about. His lips were warm, slow but firm, the kind of kiss that stole all your thoughts and left you completely dazed.

When he pulled away, he smirked. “There. Finally quiet.”

You blinked, processing what just happened. Then—

“…Okay, but that still doesn’t change the fact that you’re wrong—”

Zayne groaned loudly, dropping his head against your shoulder while you laughed at his suffering.

“Why am I even dating you?” he mumbled against your sweater.

You grinned, running your fingers through his hair. “Because I’m adorable and you love me.”

Zayne just sighed, knowing there was no winning against you.

And, honestly? He didn’t mind losing.

୨ৎ── . Xavier

You sat cross-legged on the library floor, flipping through your notes while absentmindedly reapplying your chapstick. You swiped the balm over your lips, pressing them together to make sure it spread evenly. The soft scent of strawberries filled the air, mixing with the faint smell of old books.

When you glanced up, you caught Xavier staring at you, his head propped up on one hand, his book long forgotten. His light eyes were locked onto your lips, and you could practically see the thoughts running through his head.

You smirked. “You want some?”

Xavier blinked, snapped out of his trance. “…Huh?”

“Chapstick.” You held up the small tube and wiggled it between your fingers. “You keep licking your lips like you want some.”

Xavier scoffed, straightening up. “I was not—”

Before he could finish, you leaned in, cupped his face, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Xavier froze. His brain? Completely short-circuited.

You pulled back with a smug smile, pleased with his dazed expression. “There. Now you have some.”

Xavier just blinked at you, lips slightly parted, as if trying to process what just happened.

You giggled and casually reapplied more chapstick, watching his face for a reaction. His eyes flickered from your lips to the lip balm and back to your lips again, like he was having an internal battle.

“…That’s cheating,” he finally muttered.

You grinned. “Oh? You wanted more?”

Xavier huffed, but his ears were red.

Feeling mischievous, you reached into your bag and pulled out a handful of different chapsticks. “Alright, since you’re so interested in my lip balm, let’s play a game.”

Xavier raised an eyebrow. “What kind of game?”

“Guess the flavor.” You held up a random tube. “I’ll put it on, you kiss me, and you try to guess what flavor it is.”

Xavier exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “That’s just an excuse for you to kiss me.”

You feigned innocence. “What? Noooo. This is serious scientific research.”

Xavier rolled his eyes but leaned in, resting his chin on his hand. “Alright, hit me with your best shot.”

You quickly applied a new flavor and puckered your lips. “Okay, guess.”

Xavier leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss before pulling back just enough to murmur, “Mmm… vanilla?”

You gasped. “Ding ding ding! Correct!”

Xavier smirked. “Told you, I’m a pro.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see how good you really are.”

The game continued, with you applying a new flavor each time and Xavier taking his time thoroughly testing each one. It was all fun and games until Xavier, now looking way too smug, whispered, “You’re just doing this so I keep kissing you, aren’t you?”

You, whose plan had completely backfired because now you were the one getting flustered, huffed and tossed a chapstick at him.

“Shut up and guess the next one.”

୨ৎ── . Caleb

You barely had time to react before it happened.

One second, you were walking down the school hallway, minding your own business. The next, you were tackled.

Well, not tackled exactly—but a solid weight suddenly latched onto you, nearly knocking you off balance. Arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and a familiar menace buried his face in your shoulder.

“Caleb!” you yelped, struggling slightly. “What the hell—get off!”

“No,” came his muffled reply.

You groaned, prying at his arms. “Why are you clinging to me like a damn koala?”

“Because I missed you,” he whined dramatically.

“…You saw me two hours ago.” you blinked.

“Two agonizingly long hours.”

You snorted, trying to push him off again, but Caleb only tightened his grip. A few passing students threw amused glances their way, but you had long since given up on trying to salvage your dignity around your boyfriend.

“You’re so needy today,” you muttered, exasperated.

“Wrong.” Caleb lifted his head slightly, smirking against your skin. “I’m always needy.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth creeping up your cheeks betrayed you. “Alright, pretty boy, let me go. I have class.”

“No.”

“Caleb—”

“Give me a kiss first.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You literally ambushed me in the hallway, and you still want a kiss?”

“Uh-huh.” He gave you his best puppy-dog eyes. “C’mon, baby, please?”

You sighed dramatically before grabbing his face and pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

The moment you pulled back, Caleb hummed, looking smug. “Another.”

“Oh my god.” You shoved him away. “Go bother someone else.”

“Impossible,” Caleb called after you as you walked off. “No one else is as cute as you.”

You didn’t turn around, but you definitely heard the girls nearby squeal at his words.

And judging by the stupidly proud grin you knew was on his face, that was exactly what he wanted.

୨ৎ── . Rafayel

You barely had time to grab breakfast that morning, let alone do your hair. So now, as you plopped down next to Rafayel in the schoolyard, you dumped all your hair essentials on his lap with zero warning.

Rafayel raised an eyebrow. "Am I supposed to be helping with this?"

"Obviously," you said, already gathering your hair into sections. "You have steady hands, you can at least hold a braid while I work on the rest."

Rafayel sighed but didn't argue. He held the braid you made as you worked on another, watching your nimble fingers move effortlessly. You were quick, practiced, and somehow managed to make it look effortless even without a mirror.

At some point, you passed him a brush. "Here. Try braiding this side."

Rafayel blinked. "Me?"

You smirked. "Scared?"

He scoffed, rolling up his sleeves. "Obviously not."

He was confident… until he actually started trying. Braiding was way harder than it looked. His fingers fumbled as he tried to copy your movements, but the strands kept slipping apart. You, watching out of the corner of her eye, started giggling.

"Stop laughing," Rafayel muttered, narrowing his eyes at his mess of a braid.

"I'm not laughing," you said, clearly laughing.

Rafayel gave up with a sigh. "Okay, fine. You're a hair-braiding genius. I'll stick to holding things."

You grinned in victory before reaching into your bag for a mirror. But instead of holding it yourself, you handed it to Rafayel. "Here. Be useful."

Rafayel rolled his eyes but held up the mirror as you added the final touches—clipping in colorful little pins and adjusting the braids into a cute, messy bun.

Then you looked at your reflection, tilting your head. "Not bad for a rushed job, right?"

Rafayel didn't answer.

Because he was gone. Utterly and completely gone.

You were adorable. No—beyond adorable. The little pops of color in your hair, the loose strands framing your face, the look of satisfaction in your eyes—he could die right now and be fine.

You finally glanced at him through the mirror. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Rafayel barely processed the question. "You're—” he stopped, exhaled, then said it with his whole chest—"the cutest thing in the entire world."

You blinked, then rolled your eyes with a laugh. “You’re so dramatic.”

“No, I’m serious.” He put down the mirror and grabbed your face between his hands. “I think my heart just exploded.”

“Oh my god, stop.” You tried to pry his hands off, but he just squeezed your cheeks.

“I will never stop,” Rafayel declared. “Not when you look this cute.”

You groaned, smacking his arm. “Just say you want a kiss and go.”

Rafayel grinned. “I do want a kiss.”

You huffed, but the way your lips twitched upward gave you away. Finally, you leaned in and pressed a quick, warm kiss to his lips before pulling back with a smirk.

“There. Now shut up.”

Rafayel leaned in again, resting his forehead against hers. "Never.”

୨ৎ── . Sylus

Sylus had weaknesses.

Plenty, actually.

He liked to act all tough, like nothing fazed him, but when it came to you? That was a different story. You had too much power over him, and the worst part? You knew it and you used it against him.

Like right now.

You were sitting outside in the schoolyard with him, scrolling through your phone while absentmindedly playing with his fingers. Sylus was definitely not paying attention to his own phone—because how could he, when yous was right there, looking so effortlessly pretty under the afternoon sun?

Then, sighing dramatically, you tilted your head toward him.

“Lover boy,” you hummed, voice laced with teasing affection, “can you buy me a drink?”

Oh, hell.

Sylus was gone.

You could’ve just asked normally. You could’ve commanded him, like you usually did, and he still would’ve gotten up without question. But no—you had to weaponize those two words.

Lover boy.

His brain short-circuited.

He felt it the second his heart stumbled in his chest, the heat creeping up his neck. Sylus fought to keep his cool, but you knew. He could see it in your smug little smile, the way you squeezed his hand just slightly, testing his reaction.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he muttered.

You blinked, all innocent. “Doing what?”

Sylus squinted at you, leaning in closer. “You know what.”

You giggled, and damn it, you were just so cute, it hurt.

“So… does that mean you’ll get me a drink?” you asked sweetly, tilting your head.

Sylus groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “You could ask me to buy the entire vending machine, and I’d probably do it.”

“Good to know.” you grinned.

He sighed in defeat, standing up. “What do you want?”

“Surprise me, lover boy.”

Sylus literally stumbled at that, and you just cackled.

God help him. He was so pathetically in love.

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i'm back at school so: the crows as stuff i've overheard at school

Kaz: that little bitch is about to die

Inej: stop meowing seductively

Nina: i am the baddist bitch

Matthias: so i accidentally proposed how do i get out of this-

Jesper: I WANT TO BE SPARKLY

Wylan: yup, still gay

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She bit my tow through the blanket :(

but it was cute :)

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Experiencing burnout in an area you love doesn’t mean you are no longer passionate about that thing, or are any less good at it. It’s often an indication that there are other parts of your life that need your care. A garden looks most beautiful when every flower is watered, and you deserve to nourish yourself in the same way. You will flourish again.

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Calming masterpost:

crisis/urgent support lines and sites

hotlines/crisis lines for depression, domestic abuse, alcohol and drug abuse, teens, pregnancy, lgbt and more

mental support community - a forum where you can post that you are in a crisis right now and need peer support as soon as possible

imalive crisis chat - online one-on-one chat for if you’re in at risk of hurting yourself etc

self harm alternatives

si urges alternatives

relaxation/anxiety relief

do nothing for two minutes

interactive silk art

guided relaxation

watch a dream

100,000 stars

thisissand - create sandscapes on your screen with your mouse

calming gif

the quiet place project

the quiet place - find some quiet

the thoughts room - a super calm page to unburden yourself from bad thoughts

the comfort spot - a place for anonymous venting with out anybody judging you for who you are

the dawn room - my personal favourite, especially good for when you feel alone

know that it will be okay - when a moment is too hard for you - come here.

music and sounds

my anxiety relief playlist - on 8tracks

my positivity/recovery playlist - on 8tracks

‘stay strong’ playlists - on 8tracks

coffee shop sounds

rain sounds

calmsound - nature sounds

rainycafe

comfort food

one minute cookie in a mug

brownie in a mug

several cookie recipes

25 hot chocolate recipes

loads and loads of snacks - 533 quick and easy recipes for a range of snacks on studentrecipe

lots of different in-a-mug recipes

chocolate pudding in a mug - my personal fave (lil tip: add mini marshmallows for extra gooey yumminess)

advice and tips

how to be okay with yourself

25 resolutions

life hacks

more life hacks

a hella ton more life hacks - so many life hacks dude soon ur gonna never have a day-to-day stress again

school masterpost - school sucks so bad but hopefully this can help ease the stress

how to love yourself

how to bypass restricted wifi omg

alleviate menstrual cramps

boost your confidence

love yourself!

self help after anxiety

stop biting your nails

stop procrastinating

stop skipping breakfast

videos and movies

cure to sadness (video)

the movie blog - a blog dedicated to movie masterposts you will never be without a movie to watch again

cute roulette - THE BEST PLACE ON THE INTERNET ITS LITERALLY JUST A HUGE ROULETTE OF VIDEOS OF CUTE ANIMALS WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT FROM LIFE

random acts of kindness caught on film

disney movies

movies for angsty teens

distractions etc

rice questions - answer simple questions and donate free rice to people in poverty!!

click to give - just click a button to donate (it costs nothing) food to animals shelters, people in poverty and homeless veterans; mammograms to fight breast cancer; therapy for people on the autism spectrum; alzheimer’s and diabetes research; a book to a child; protect wildlife habitat

break something - good for anger

loads of cute games

how to make a blanket nest

learn something new - a masterpost of hobbies

exercise like a superhero

nice words

things to do when your sad

slap a bald guy with an eel - this is ridiculously entertaining

watch a dog lick your screen - it loops, so you could literally watch for hours if you want

calmingmanatee

daily puppy

how to make a comfort box

download free books

extras

emergency compliment!

lots of compliments - they even include ur name aw

huge list of bloggers who have put themselves forward as willing to listen/chat without judgement

getting anon hate?

:) tag - all the posts that i’ve tagged for making me happy

7cupsoftea - free, anonymous, confidential talks with trained listeners

get a hug

Calming songs, playlists and instrumentals:

Sing Me to Sleep

The Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Boost your Mood (peppier and happy songs)

The Driving Mixtape

Study

Summer Nights

It’s Going to be Fine

Calm & Collected

Once Upon a December - Piano (song)

Clair de Lune (song)

The Moon is a Harsh Mistress (song)

Calming/distracting Websites

The Quiet Place

Rainymood.com

Calm.com

Soundrown.com - calming sounds to mix and match

A website to distract yourself

A recovery masterpost

A post of interesting things

Ungruntle yourself

Press a magic button and fix everything

Play cute games

Almost every movie your little heart desires (i suggest you use with adblocker)

How to love yourself

A website that compliments you

Crafts and activities, easy and fun DYI projects

Glitter calm jars

A list of things to do to curb anxiety

Make a blanket nest

Silky summer legs

Lots of food recipes; mostly desserts  

For bad days masterpost

Make some microwave snacks

Five minute fudge

Make a phone case

A bunch of hobbies!

Self care list!

Pretty gold-dipped feathers (for decorating or anything)

What to do when:

You’ve been triggered

You’re having an anxiety attack

You’re having a panic attack

Your face is red and puffy after crying

You just had a fight

You hate yourself

You want to avoid being stressed

You want to get over your ex

Meditation and breathing

Guided Meditations

Do Nothing for 2 Minutes

Calm Down

Meditation Tips

90 second relaxation exercise

Simple things

Pretty Tree

When You Feel You Have Lost Everything

See Some BLOOD

Press a Button to Make Everything OK

Calming Manatee

Calming Gif

Make Something!

Jump into a Sofa Fort!

Make a Comfort Box

Glitter Jar Or This One

Other Nice Things

A Page To Help You Recover!!!

Coping Skills & Distractions

The Quiet Place. Shhhhh

For When You’re Upset

The Nicest Place on the Internet

Player 2

10 Most Relaxing Online Games

Talk To Someone That Will Listen

Not Having a Good Day?

How-to Love Yourself

Ground Yourself X X  X

Mood Chart

Do Nothing For Two Minutes

Rainymood

The Comfort Spot

Weave Silk

Seed Plant Breeder

This Is Sand

C.A.L.M

Calming/Relaxing Music:

Soft Piano: x, x, x, x, x

The Sound of Waves: x

The Sound of a Storm + Waves: x

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Here's Goose, one of my fur babies who is not the brightest in the bunch, but I love him

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The best heating pad I've ever used wasn't even a heating pad. It was my cousin's dog. She is a great Dane and she put her head on my stomach. Heavy and warm. And I got to give pets too