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anxious-lee · 1 year

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|| ROTTMNT Tickle Headcanons ||

A/N: these guys are my new favorite thing on the planet and I will make it all your problem. also I added some self-indulgent (y/n) hcs

Raphael

- ler-leaning switch

- THE gentle teddy bear

- will tickle you so gently

- favorite spot to tickle is the tummy; whether it's one finger wiggling up and down or blowing raspberries, he can't resist

- any exposed tickle spots around raph will result in a tickle attack. them's the rules

- the tickle monster of the family

- no seriously he actually pretends to be the tickle monster and uses that title as a tease (donnie thinks it's so dorky)

- being the oldest, he's been tickling his little brothers since they were kids

- his favorite lee is leo; leo can be such a cocky showboat sometimes but raph gets his own back by tickling the attitude out of him

- splinter wasn't always the most nurturing to the turtles, so raph was the one who had to take charge when his brothers were sad and needed cheering up; tickles were the best way he knew how to do that

- uses teases like "tickle monster's gonna getcha!" "where d'ya think you're going?" "don't make me go for the bad spot"

- raph has a lot of fun tickling you because he finds it funny that you have no shell, no layering to protect your soft little form from his tickle attacks

- whenever he can tell you need cheering up, he'll plop you across his lap and tickle the sadness out of you

- you'd think due to his enormous size and strength that he'd win most of the tickle fights

- nope

- as much of a proud tickle monster he is, he's ticklish as fuck

- ticklishness: 7/10

- worst spot? underarms; tickle him there, and you'll get what his brothers call "the princess squeal"

- his tickle laugh is a little higher than his natural laugh

- mostly squeals and giggles; tarnishes his big, tough guy image but he doesn't care

- remember that scene in The Mystic Library with those tiny, tickling, paper-people? the panicked look on his face was bc he knew if they got to him, he'd be finished

- immune to teasing; nothing gets this big guy flustered, so good luck

Leo

- textbook definition of a switch

- loves to tickle people; it's one of his ways of making people laugh

- definitely uses his portals to his advantage; you think you know where he'll strike next? nope now he's right behind you

- this guy? teasy little shit

- master of teases

- when teasing, he likes to not only make you laugh with the tickles themselves, but also the absurdity of it all; its not just about touching you and making you laugh, it's about being a silly goofball and being sincerely funny; "tickitickitickitickiticki!" "coochie coochie coooo~" "ohhh I think you're gonna laugh~ hohoooh I think you're gonna laugh~" "aw thanks, I didn't know I was THAT funny"

- favorite spot to tickle would be wherever makes you laugh the hardest, doesn't matter where

- tickle hugs are his specialty. he'll wrap you in his arms of comfort and safety and then BAM you're getting tickled

- his favorite lee would probably be donnie; as a comedian, leo is donnie's opposite in almost every way, and once in a while, he likes to help his bro loosen up; he's very mindful of donnie's boundaries tho and checks in routinely to make sure he hasn't overstepped a line (see more on donnie)

- LOVES to be tickled

- zero hesitance to admit it because, as he puts it, "it's just so much fun!"

- raph knows how much he loves it, which is why he tickles leo so much; he wouldn't do it if he thought leo wasn't comfortable

- leo sometimes even asks for it

- but more often, he behaves like a little brat trying to instigate a tickle fight or simply throws himself into people's laps

- spot that gets to him the most is his feet

- leo's laugh is really contagious and childlike when he's being tickled, making him a joy of a lee

- teases that work best on him are playful gloats; "look who can't take his own medicine" "wouldya look at that! mr. smartass is too ticklish!"

- after the incident with Krang, leo sometimes has anxiety attacks and needs to reassured that he is ok and safe and surrounded by his loved ones and never going back to that dark dimension; a soft tickle attack from his brothers gives him that feeling of love and security

Mikey

- lee

- while he does try desperately hard to be a ler and wreck his family, he always fails miserably

- he's the main target of all of his brothers

- loves to be tickled and will admit it if asked

- there's nothing this little guy enjoys more than laughing his head off and having fun with his family

- his most ticklish spot is his neck; a single brush to it causes him to scrunch up and squeal

- to escape a tickle attack, he hides in his shell, which doesn't really work if donnie's the ler, because he can just wedge his feather-bow right in there

- just about any teases work on him, he's such a giggly boi

- he'll start giggling before you've even caught him yet

- anticipation tickles drive him NUTS

- all of the elder brothers love to tickle mikey, as it is his cross to bear as the youngest sibling

- being the smallest of four trained mutant ninjas in a tickle fight is rough, but tickling a HUMAN is much much easier

- the sweetest ler out of all of them

- teases you with compliments; "awwwww! what an adorable laugh~" "lemme see that pretty smiiiillee~"

- tickles you all the time, randomly, for no reason whatsoever

Donnie

- ler-leaning switch

- while he is still very lee, he feels more in his comfort zone being in control

- he is one sadistic tickler

- ^^ ACTUAL CANON LER

- he knows just how to find your weak point and exploit it as much as he can

- not favorable to use baby talk, instead he teases with blunt observations and mock sympathy

- "what dost thou mean?? I'm not doing anything" "does this tickle? I hadn't noticed" "oh I'd love to stop, but I'm not finished running my experiment *wince* sorry 😏"

- look me in the eye and tell me he doesn't have a tickle gadget stored away in his lab somewhere

- he absolutely does

- most of the time he uses his spider shell arms or his tech bow to tickle (as seen in Many Happy Returns)

- if he's feeling particularly soft, he'll tickle with his hands; helps to feel more connected with the other person

- favorite lee is mikey; they share a close bond with each other, and as the big brother, donnie can't resist playing with his little bro

- favorite place to tickle would be the feet; it gets a wilder reaction and is farthest away from swatting arms

- donnie once examined your physical proportions to see how they compared to his (being a mutant reptile and all); he couldn't get over how small your feet were in contrast to his; "they're so tiny! how do you walk on these things? where's the center of balance?"; he then started poking and prodding the bottom of your foot, getting quite a reaction out of you; cut to ten minutes later when he's still "investigating" your foot size and you're giggling your head off

- I almost said ler instead of switch but let's be honest with ourselves: there's a small part of him that secretly likes to be tickled; and an even BIGGER part of him that is absurdly ticklish

- the most ticklish one of the four

- and super embarrassed about it lol

- has a habit of flapping his hands into the floor when he really gets laughing

- speaking of which, his laugh is mostly comprised of manic giggles, with the occasional snort thrown here and there (it mortifies him to no end, but his brothers love it)

- his laugh could bring world peace istg it's so adorable; his brothers can't help but melt a little inside hearing him let loose and giggle his heart out

- he doesn't get tickled super often, but when he does, it's because he can get pretty lonely in up in his lab if he's in there for too long, so he'll come out to hang with his brothers all casually and pretend he doesn't miss them; the other three don't buy the act for a minute and in an attempt to make him feel better, they gang up on and tickle him

- donnie and leo tend to get in the most tickle wars since the twins are always competing with each other; the lair games used to have a tickle challenge but they stopped doing it because it would be like twenty minutes before either of them tapped out

- donnie would NEVER admit that he kind of likes to be tickled

- he protests as dramatically as he can, but once the tickling starts, he gives up

- as mentioned before, he is very sensitive and can get overstimulated easily, so when his brothers all tackle him, only one of them tickles him at a time while the other three either pin or tease

- teases that get to him the most are (ironically) baby talk, you know what im talking about; "coochie coochie coo!" "is someone tickwish here~??"

- when he HAS had enough, he'll lightly tap the ler until they stop

- I just want to emphasize again how IMPORTANT donnie's comfort is to his brothers; even leo, who always seems to butt heads with donnie, is always watching for a sign that he wants to stop

- his most ticklish spot has got to be his shell; that spot makes him truly lose composure and just glow with glee

- his soft shell is the most vulnerable and sensitive part of his body, so when tickling there, you have to be very gentle; light scritches are about all he can handle back there

- his laugh when you tickle his shell is breathless, like pure joy is replacing the oxygen in his lungs

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That's all folks!! Hope these were the worth the wait! 👋

#tickle #tickles #tickling #ticklish #tickle community #lee talks #rottmnt tickles #tickle headcanons

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a-spell-a-rebel-yell · 5 years

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finally experiencing what does it feel like to pass out... almost.

so, hello. hi anons, eyes of the public, the FBI agents spying on me through my laptop webcam, you, everyone...

this is going to be the first post i put up here, in my second tumblr, which will be more concentrated in posting things happening in the life—especially now that i’m about to dive into the hard life of co-assistant, next step into becoming a dentist (yay!). not sure if i’m going to post frequently, but i guess having a much wider platform to write things in might do me good. caution though, everything written here are all un-beta-ed, so expect 857573458734587 typos.

so, back to our title: yes, i almost passed out/faint/lost consciousness, for the first time ever in twenty one years of my life.

today i did my periodontics module remedial, went well, just a case of a pregnant woman suffering bleeding and enlarged gums = pregnancy-induced gingival enlargement. easy peasy. went to the library (yes, again. i think i can safely say my second home is the library, i spent way too much of my free time there) to work on the clinical exposure homework, reading journals and getting buried under pounds heavy textbooks. easy peasy 2.0. then around twelve noon time i got my blood taken for hepatitis and HIV testing (standard procedure for students continuing their study as co-assistants) and things started going downhill from this.

as you all know, my anxiety is so easily triggered, and the idea of someone else inserting a needle into my arm is always making me nervous. but i’ve done this a whole lot of time before, so i kept reassuring myself things will go well—which indeed what truly happened. the nurse took a small cartridge of blood and that was it, the pain was minimum. got up, said thank you to the nurse & accompanying doctor, and left the room.

once i got out, i started to notice my heart pounding. faster than it normally would, but at that time i took little to no care about it, since it happens a lot when adrenaline is coursing in. took more steps towards the lift to go downstairs and do my Dhuhr prayer, but again i notice how my surroundings started to fade in and out, and this time the pounding on my heart reached its way up to my head, making things a lot more fuzzy. i decided to step down, half crouching on the floor to steady myself and shake out whatever was messing with my head. i remember asking my friend, “why do i feel dizzy?” that should’ve been a major red light but i didn’t care much because i still had way too many things to do and finish—i needed to go, no time worrying for myself. so i got up again, though slightly shaky, and entered the lift. and that was it.

everything started to turn into black and white, i lost control of my body and mind, i could no longer withhold my own weight, and—bam. i lost my vision, everything was pitch black, i couldn’t feel my limbs or arms, but i still could hear my friends calling out for me. i felt my friend’s arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me standing, since, mind you, we were in a lift full of people. thank God it was just a short journey from third floor to the ground floor, and my other friends were quick to summon a nurse and a wheelchair from the ER (this part is so embarrassing lol imagine turning into a human sized jelly with face as pale as a ghost in front of everyone). a little background, i was actually fasting today, as a part of the weekly Monday/Thursday fasting routine. silly me i didn’t even eat something for suhoor, the last time i ate something decent was around four in the afternoon yesterday. and today i had to get my blood taken??? what a risky, foolish bloody combo—no pun intended lol.

in the ER i got my blood sugar level tested, got 87 (normally 100), meaning i had to drink/eat something sweet as soon as possible. got oxygen stuffed into my nose with a cannula, been there but the sensation still felt outlandish to me. my blood pressure is low, 106/60 when normally it should be 120/80, the doctor said stress really got its toll on me. i refused to get intravena infusion because hello i almost passed out—in meds the term is syncope which means you haven’t really passed out yet and it’s just your nerves and blood pressure acting up so your body shuts itself down to save yourself from further damage—i’m never having needles inserted on me again on this dire time. my friends insisted that i need to go home, so they called my dad and he took me home.

now i’m on my bed, writing this while having many different Google Docs, scientific journals, and textbook PDFs opened in the next tabs because surprise, surprise: i still have a ton of things to do.

but anyways, moral of the day, no matter how much stuff you’re loaded with... always take care of your health. eat. drink. sleep. your health and your body got no price tag coming along with it, no amount of money can restore them back once the worst have happened. in much more positive light, i scored a lot of firsts today: first time experiencing a syncope episode and first time got treated in an ER for an actual emergency case. somehow, if i dare to say it, it’s almost fun to go through. hahaha :-)

a message to myself (or to you too if it applies): i know you gotta finish all of them in order to graduate and get your DDS degree just in time, but you need to sort out your priorities, make time for yourself too. let loose sometimes and be happy.

a simple plot, but i know one day, good things are coming our way.

#im dead beat #i haven't even reached my first co-ass week YET #prayer circle i'll survive boys n girls #stuffs i wrote #a day in my life

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moriacavandish · 4 years

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Growing old is a gift

What is it like being one year from the big 50? It's such a loaded question. I look back and it amazes me that I’m this old. It also reminds me of my failures, my mistakes, my joys and triumphs. All I can say about life so far. It's a bit of a drama, a few tear jerkers and a lot of comedy. Which year is my favorite year? Every single one. Which is my least favorite? Every single one. Being a parent was and is the most amazing thing that whatever creator or alien or whatever the latest conspiracy theorist believes being a parent is the most amazing frightening crazy time of a person's life. The struggle, the wonder if you will kill them before they turn 18.

I can say my son survived. Barely. After he left out, it was really hard, I found myself asking who am I? Who was I, and who will I become? I can say as an almost grown up, at least my body is grown up, older, brittle, sore, and don’ t get me started on my brain. Ooops let me get back there. Now what was I saying right barely avoiding killing my teenager. Growing a little creature in your belly changes you, I don’t mean looking down and I don’t have toes. I felt secure suddenly as if I knew what I was meant to do with my life. I made good choices and I made some really bad choices, but all in all parenting shaped me, it soothed the anxiety and the fear of not knowing who I was. Or where I belonged. So when my son left home, I fell hard. All the old questions came back. It wasn’t just the emotional change but the dramatic changes in my life, and routine. I no longer had to spend 23 hour of the day caring, and loving and feeding and changing a life. I was no longer needed as a primary caregiver. I was totally lost. I am proud to say I am only slightly lost now. I started to look at the good things. I met my soulmate, good thing, I published my first article? Good things.. I discovered I like to eat cookies, as much as I like baking them. I learned to love myself, to be patient when it came to the questions that still flood my head. Who am I? I am Moria, silly , funny, lovable, a loud snorer and generally a kind person, a little temper, and I cry if I can’t get a fish off my hook when I am fishing.

There were a few good things about getting older. I remember the day my doctor suggested, perhaps it was time for a hysterectomy. I could have been naked in seconds. I could just see that, he turns to get me a referral and I’m naked and ready. Bring it on! For a week before the surgery all I could think was no more Aunt flow, no more on the rag, and no more woman's special time of the month. Special, not the five letter word starting with a B, I was thinking. No other creature on this planet can bleed for 4 to 7 days and not be dead. I would pass by the wall of Girl crap at the grocery store, you know what I mean ladies. Feminine products cover an entire wall or shelf. It is vast don’t forget to bring water, or you might not make it to the other side. Is there really a need for 40000 types of pads, and another 10000 brands of tampons. But on this day I smiled, pointed at this box then that bag. I don’t need you, or you, and you forget about it. People are walking past and glancing curiously as I do a little happy dance. I stood proudly hands on my hips, laughing ha, I am a non bleeder! I laugh again, deeply from that menopausal belly I am free! I laugh again.. And pee. Fuck. Head down I take a few steps to the wall of old lady incontinence products. I sigh, and say aloud, Fuck. It's alway a trade isn’t it folks. You lose something and gain something. Besides what's a little pee, here and there.

I notice, my body is a symphony in itself. Ready and bend down and POP, stand up and CRACK, turn and CRUNCH, take a step and BAM you twist your ankle. I would bow, but my ankle…

The human body goes through 2 puberties ladies. We have all gone through one, but no one tells you after 40, you go through it again. Ladies, no matter how much we run on our damned treadmill there's always going to be that one spot that never gets smaller. Muffin top, that's a word I don’t appreciate. Why ruin the muffin’s reputation? They didn’t do anything wrong. Why name that layer of fat that tips over your jeans muffin tops? Muffin tops are yummy, they taste good and they make you happy. Again leave the muffin alone. Do you remember when your legs didn’t rub together when you walked, so far all it's gotten me is a nausty rash and I can barely move every second day of the week. This leads to me ordering take out Japanese. Can’t cook if you can’t lift anything heavy, like a frying pan. I tell myself if I order Japanese its fish, it's seaweed. How many calories could there possibly be? Then I order the chicken yakisoba and an order of deep fried vegetable tempura. Ding ding ding there's a few million calories. Back on the elliptical. Truly it's a terrible cycle. At some point I assume I’ll just eat as I work out.

What was I saying? I ask my partner that all the time, I can be in the middle of a conversation and suddenly I forget the next word coming from my mouth. Who does this? At least I keep my partner laughing, some days he just watches the chaos, have you ever been making food, you toss the box and have to dig in the garbage can to retrieve it because after four minutes I can’t remember how high to cook it on. I’m lying for 2 minutes. Then rummaging again into the trash to look at it once more. I sometimes laugh at myself. But for the most part, I just stare at my dogs and ask them, Really? Dogs, get dogs they said, they are so amazing, you will love them always. Not totally correct, don’t get me wrong I love my two Chihuahuas 99.999% of the time, Mackie and Lola Mae. But for 4 pound and 5 pound dogs they have a way of taking up most of a queen size bed. They don’t follow the rules very well, and if you don’t give them what they want they will hide under a blanket on their 300 dollar sofa and bark at me, forever. I own a sofa and recliner yet I spend most of my time on the floor. Get dogs, they said it would be fun. It's fun, when they don’t listen, and run straight up to a skunk’s ass. Rock paper scissors is how we decide who does the bathing. We all know that it is a stupid game; and I do the washing. Getting back to the memory thing? Cause in point re read the last paragraph as it had nothing to do really with memory more to do with dogs.

I once lost my wallet for an entire month. What about when someone asks you what your children's year of birth is? Is there anyone out there that suddenly freezes and starts counting toes? Anyone ever play find your glasses? I prefer Clue. Ever forget a phone number! Your own phone number? God help me cell phones have made me stupid. Who memorizes numbers anymore. If you look at my kitchen wall, it's covered in sticky notes. I started buying multi colored packs, at least it looks pretty.

Regardless I look forward to new things, I am still learning, still healing and still laughing. Life has a way of surprising us, I heard someone say once, “Growing old is a gift.” how true those words are. Stay funny, laugh make mistakes, have the big slice of cake!

#age growingold Adviceonaging

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naomi-l-tiessen-blog · 7 years

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Tips on Breaking Out of Your Writing Hiatus

Helllllooooo everybody ~

Happy Thursday Blogday!

Well, we’ve all been there. We didn’t mean for it to happen, but it just…did.

We stopped writing.

Life got busy. I’ve never been a fantastic multi-tasker, and back in the summer of 2016, it seemed like suddenly everything was happening at once. I was playing roller derby, and had practice 3 times a week. I was still working full-time at the hospital. And on top of it all, I was in the process of moving to a different city, soooo packing, packing, packing. As much as I didn’t want it to, writing sort of went onto the backburner, and then it slipped off completely. And I let it. I didn’t even think twice about letting it not be a priority. One week became one month, then two months, then three months, and then I stopped counting.

So, when the time came that I finally decided to pick up the pieces of my nearly finished manuscript, I was sort of at a loss of what to do. I had stopped in the middle of a chapter (ouch), and said chapter was a heavy duty one (double ouch). I had no clue what to do. I knew that I had overcome the hardest part by accepting the fact that I had screwed up, but somehow, it didn’t seem as simple as sitting down and writing again. In truth, I didn’t feel worthy to write. I almost felt like I needed to confess my sins, plead for forgiveness from my abandoned novel baby, and join a Seven Steps Program or something.

All this sound familiar?

I have done a good chunk of research, and have come up with ten useful tips on how to overcome the mountain that is known as Hiatus. Some of these may work for you, and some of them may make you cringe so hard it looks like you’re seizing. But whether all of them apply to you or not, they are still little gems to put in your writer bank!

1) So, first and foremost, allow yourself that pity party your brain is begging you to have. Eat junk food, wallow in guilt, maybe cry a little (ahem *points to self* moi), and procrastinate a bit more. Get it out of your system. And then, when you are finally ready to face the music (…manuscript?), move on. I know, I know, weird tip right? “But Scarlette, everyone else tells me to stop beating myself up immediately!” Ooook. Well, you’re going to feel guilty regardless of whether I tell you to or not. So let’s all just be real about this. You’re a human being. You feel things. You’re going to feel guilty about abandoning your baby and letting it collect dust. You’re going to want to beat yourself up about it. Use that to push yourself forward. Do it. Do ittttt. And then carry on.

2) Start slow. Maybe do some writing challenges or exercises. Do a writing prompt or two...whatever it takes to get the brain juices flowing (ugh...that sounds nasty). For me, I went back momentarily to fanfiction. Writing fanfiction was my safety blanket for a long time, and it felt nice to be on familiar ground while I more or less tried to un-rust myself. And really, much to my relief, it didn’t take long to get my groove and confidence back. One thing to keep in mind is that it's not a race; you need to figure out what works best for you to get back in the swing of things. It may take a couple writing prompts, or it might take an entire fanfiction. Go at a pace that is good for you. Your novel baby knows you are working hard. It’s not going anywhere. It’ll be there when you are ready. It’s not a race. Unless you have an epic deadline….then this is super awkward…may I refer you to my previous blog regarding motivation?

3) Do research. And by research, I mean reading. A lot of it. And I don't know about you, but sometimes when I'm reading, I'll find myself thinking, "Well fuck, I could've written this better." Yes. Hell yes. Use that. DO THAT. GET WRITING.

4) Once you are actively writing, allow yourself to get into the groove, and don’t stop. Unless you desperately need a pee break, sustenance in the form of snacks and liquids, or it’s a family emergency, don’t stop. Whether it’s for a page, or thirty minutes, or 500 words, or an entire chapter/scene, write your little cynical, introverted heart out. You’re going to force that groove out of its hiding place, the stubborn bastard.

5) Set a concrete, measurable goal. “Write.” is not gonna cut it, trust me. I’ve done it before where I’ll get home after work, look at my Honey-Do List and see WRITE in big, aggressively bold letters staring back at me. I’ll then toss the list aside, grab my video game controller, and say, “Well, technically I wrote all day. Charting on patients counts as writing, right?” No, no it doesn’t. Give yourself something to work towards, such as a word count, page number, or set a timer and tell yourself that you’ll write for the next hour without stopping.

6) Don’t edit as you go. For the love of God, don’t edit as you go. Accept the fact that you are going to be rusty, and move on. Right now, all that’s important is getting words out of your noggin and onto paper. Save the editing for later. That’s what drafts (and drafts, and drafts) are for. The minute you start analyzing what you are writing, you’re going to only focus on how awkward and rough things are sounding, and you’ll lose your gumption to push forward. Instead of thinking, “Writing, writing, writing,” you’ll be thinking, “Shitty, shitty, shitty. Oh God, make it stop.” No. Bad. Don’t do that.

7) Accept the fact that your writing style has most likely changed. It's going to be almost comical re-reading and editing my first draft of HBE, considering I started writing it in 2014 and have grown so much since then. And by comical I mean I'm going to cry. A lot. But that’s the harsh truth of going on hiatus in the middle of a project. Things are bound to change. You aren’t the same writer you once were when you first started. Maybe this change is for the better, or maybe it’s for the worst. But guess what? You won’t actually know the answer unless you START FRICKEN WRITING.

8) Maybe start somewhere you were once really excited about. Now, I don't normally recommend this...I’m a fan of writing in chronological order, but if you are stuck on a killer scene and are dreading going back to it, especially now that you are feeling a bit out of touch with your writer side, maybe start somewhere a bit lighter, easier. Maybe there’s a scene you’ve been dying to get to, and you know that you could totally make that scene your bitch. If the only reason why you haven’t already pounced all over that scene is because of a fear of breaking out of chronological order, then you’re being stubborn and silly. Come on. Try it. Give in to my suave charm and give it a shot. It could be a confidence booster! And then, when you are feeling ready, go back to that killer scene and kick its butt.

9) Build up your habit/restart your ritual. Some people throw dance parties right before they get to writing. Some people like to read right before they dive into their own work as a way to be inspired. I personally like to clean my entire house about 15 times before I finally decide to sit down and write (DO NOT RECOMMEND). What was your previous ritual? Did it work for you? If it didn’t, switch it up! Instead of waiting until nighttime to write, perhaps get to work in the morning when your mind and body are refreshed and not weighed down and jaded by the day yet. Maybe try location writing. I know, I know, the idea of getting out of the house might seem awful and panic-attack inducing, but it might help stimulate your brain juices (ugh…said it again), and inspire you. Find a quiet little coffee shop, or hunker down in the corner of a book store. Get your favorite coffee/tea/cleverly disguised alcoholic beverage (no judgement), and write until closing time. Find a ritual that works for you, and perform it until it becomes a habit. Think of it as your bedtime routine. The moment you start doing this ritual, whether it’s brushing your teeth, washing your face, or putting on your PJ’s (this doesn’t work for me, considering I wear my PJ’s all day), something triggers in your brain, telling it, “Hey, it’s time for bed! Hooray!” The same will happen with your writing routine. The minute you initiate the writing ritual, your brain is going to register what is happening and jump into Writer Mode.

10) Revamp that outline. It's going to help remind you of all the hard work you’ve already put into your manuscript, how far you’ve come, and the fun things to come. Set aside some time to laze out on the couch with a glass of wine, and read your outline from start to finish. Not gonna lie, chances are it’s going to make you cringe a little *once again, pointing to self*. You might find plot holes, or god-awful ideas that sounded so good at the time but what the hell were you thinking? Were you wondering why I mentioned an alcoholic beverage earlier? This is why. You need to sift through all the bullshit and find the reasons why you fell in love with your novel baby in the first place. Get excited all over again. Review it, revise it, love it.

Bonus Tip: When you are done writing for the day and about to pack it in, set yourself up for success. Organize and prepare for your next writing adventure so that it isn't like pulling teeth when you attempt to convert brain vomit into word vomit. Personally, I like to stop in the middle of a sentence. I might know how I want that sentence to end right then and there, but I save it for the next day. So, when I open up my manuscript and see that half-done sentence just begging to be finished, I can easily do it. BAM! First sentence done. Piece of cake. I’M ON FIRE! Now onto the next one. It's a bit of a mind game, I know, but it's also a confidence booster for me.

And that’s it! See, jumping back into that novel doesn’t seem so terrifying now, does it? And keep in mind to take these with a grain of salt; some of these will work for you, and some of them won’t. Everyone is a unique, delicate flower, and not every drop of water from the watering can is going to make its mark on you. God. Cheese please. It sounded so much better in my head.

With that said, I post new blogs every Thursday, and if there is anything you’d like me to discuss, feel free to message me on here, or tweet me @ @ScarletteStone

Until next time, my beautiful, delicate flowers:

Happy writing!

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appleschloss · 7 years

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HAPPY 10K MANDY

My friend, @princesscas just hit 10k followers recently and I’m soooo proud of her and I wanted to make something but I didn’t even know what to make.

And then this came to mind. SO.

Just for you, to celebrate, here are some random and semi-crack headcanon/AUs!

(all Destiel mind you)

(this is kinda long so under the cut)

-Furry AU!

Where Cas is a fuckin adorable ass, famous Fursona who goes to tons of cons and no one knows who he is and Dean went to like a Comic Con deal with Sam (this is like normal verse so no demons) and Cas is there and he’s like, intrigued, never seen a furry before. For some reason (insert reason here) Sam knows of him, cause maybe Sam’s gone to like anime cons and gaming cons with Jess and Dean ends up like idk. END GOAL = they date and Dean is Cas’s handler and Cas always acts hella cute around dean.

-Cat!AU

They’re cats. All of them. Nothing changes beside that everyone is cats.

-Check, Please!AU

**Dean = Jack

**Sam = Shitty (they are separated at birth - JUST DONT QUESTION IT)

**Bobby = Coach Murray (or other Coach)

**John = Bad Bob (badass best hockey player ever)

**Mary - Alicia (obvi - probs played women’s hockey before. Badass actress/model)

**Cas - Bitty (how fuckin cute am i right)

**Jess/Jody - Lardo (either go with Shardo ship or like more personality based????)

**Kevin - Ransom

**Charlier - Holster (we’re ignoring genders here. Also bros for life)

**Crowley - Dex (cause he’s usually kinda high strung)

**Gabe - Nursey (cause he’s chill) (also he and Crowley would totes fight)

**Chuck - John Johnson

**Garth - Chowder

**Benny - Tater

**Michael - Kent Parson

**Luci - Fry Guy

((I warned you that some of these were crack. I ACTUALLY LIKE HAD TO REARRANGE THAT THO))

-Transformers AU

Dean and Sam are like Sam Witwicky (maybe they’re twins. Or they just, alter the plot of the 2007 movie to two people) and Cas is Bumblebee and Bobby is Optimus Prime aaand Crowley is Megatron and Gabe is Jazz (cause Jazz dies xD) Chuck is the AllSpark ummmm Ruby is Bone Crusher and Lillith is Star Scream aaand Garth is Ratchet and ummm Samuel Campbell is Iron Hide

Idek

(is it bad that I didn’t have to look up any of those? like the Transformer characters)

-Twilight!AU

Cas is Bella. Dean is Edward. Idek about the rest. Bobby is probably Carlisle. Who would Jacob be? Maybe Crowley?

-Craigslist!Modelling Job AU

Dean is at a party with Charlie and Benny and a few other friends and they play Truth or Dare (”Guys, this is college. Why are we playing this?” - Kevin “Because it’s fun! Or are you just chicken?” -Charlie)

Dean gets dared to accept one random ad on craigslist. Charlie takes him to a random page.

This is the ad that catches his eye.

“Need a model. class project. i can’t pay much but i can get you pizza and drinks.”

Cas is the photographer. It actually is for a class project. Cas doesnt act flustered but he’s totally blushing during the shoot. Dean gives him his number. You know what happens next.

-Stripper!Dean!AU

Cas goes to Gabe’s bachelor party and Dean is a stripper and gives Cas a lap dance and Cas was like so against coming to here cause he’s a Good Boy™ but he gets so like turned on and hot damn Dean is sexy.

Dean slips Cas his number and they go on a cute coffee date and Cas just like isn’t sure how to act because “I’ve seen you naked already?? And you totally knew I had a boner?? What are we??”

-GTAV!AU

Cas is Michael. Dean is Trevor.

Bam. Best AU.

-YouTube!AU

Cas is a cute ass blogger who does random collabs and travelling videos and occasionally does silly cooking stuff. His fans love him because of how genuine and like happy and smiley and just a really sweet guy. Does lots of charity work. His best friend Charlie is on sometimes, and his brother Gabe is in sometimes too when he comes for visits he loves to hop into the background and be like “YOU BETTER KEEP THIS IN THE FINAL CUT.”

Dean wanted to record him rebuilding Baby from the ground up one time and Sam edited it and made it more like a timelapse and told him he should put it on YouTube, so he did, for shits and giggles, and people really liked it. So now he does timelapses of him deconstructing and cleaning/reconstructing guns. As well as cars and other mechanical work. He’s done a few tutorials and Q&A’s. He also has a second channel, that he didn’t tell him main channel about, where he posts videos of him playing the guitar and singing covers of his favorite songs. (He keeps his face out of them).

Cas and Dean probably meet at a VidCon and become good friends.

They start dating and don’t ever announce it, but the fandom ships it so hard because of how cute/flirty they were at the con. They start noticing that Cas is wearing what appear to be Dean’s shirts, and some fans are in denial, and they ask both questions but they always just shrug it off.

Until one time, Dean wanders into one of Cas’s vlogs in only flannel pajama pants, holding two mugs of coffee, and hands one to Cas, gives him a kiss on the cheek with a husky. “Morning sunshine.”

They start posting cute ass couple pictures after it and its just so cute.

-Olympic!AU

Dean is either a marksmen or a martial artist. I can’t decide. Gabe is a sports photographer and Cas is a professional ice skater and he follows Gabe to one of Dean’s things and they end up talking after cause Gabe is at his interview after (he won gold obvi) and Dean was like “I liked your routine.” and Cas is like “You know me???” and Dean says Sam always loved the ice sports and because of Sam he took a liking to ice skating and he skates sometimes but he thinks its really cool. (Sam is olympic volleyball player as a side note.) but they exchange numbers and hang out more and watch Sam play and its hella cute and they kiss.

-Singer!AU

Cas is a famous singer and Gabe is his quirky brother. Anna is his manager. Dean and Sam get hired as bodyguards. Dean and Cas hit it off and try *not* to date but they totally do.

Also Sabriel.

They have to hire new bodyguards. Anna hates them. (not really, but she’s like “For real guys??”)

Jody gets hired. She’s badass. Charlie is Dean’s best friend and dying cause he is dating Cas, who she loves. Also Kevin is Sam’s and like is also jealous.

Bobby’s their adopted Dad.

-Post!Apocalypse!Vampire!Weird!AU

(long ass name ik but this is a random fuckin idea i thought of years ago and will never do anything with so i’m going to do my best to explain it here and share it with you)

SO. Heaven and Hell went to war, the world got *wasted*. A lot of angels fell and so did demons and their powers have been like diminished. The world is a wasteland and divided into segments and the demons kind of run the place and segments. The angels hide.

Dean and Sam are reincarnated. There is minimal food in this world and because of things and whatever, everyone drinks blood of various degrees to stay alive. Like they dont need much, but they need it. (If you’re rich, you have a lot of blood. It does make you stronger, but you can be fine with minimal).

Blood is also a currency. Animal blood is included in this, but its worth less than human blood.

So. Dean and Sam lost their parents early on, and Dean has always been caring for/fending for Sam. He gets caught stealing books, which are like rare as fuck but he hated that no one was reading them and he felt they were being wasted. (He was going to return them. He was a quick reader. He didn’t think they’d even miss them)

Anyways. Sam goes to jail. The price to free him (cause either he’s a repeat offender or the demon is like Alistair/another demon who recognizes their souls and ups the price cause they can) is like 4/5 liters of blood. Human blood. Sam tells Dean not to pay for it, he’ll be fine, but Dean pays with his own blood of course (cause thats how the whole human blood thing works. Rich people can pay in other people that they own but like you pay in your own blood normally).

Dean is like hella weak after this and tells Sam he’s fine. He takes a day off of work but his arm (where he cut himself) gets infected and like he gets really pale and collapses a few days later.

Sam packs up all of their stuff and takes them to a miracle healer he’d heard about through the rumor mill.

Surprise. It’s Cas. And Gabe is with him.

Cas freaks out, cause they thought Sam and Dean were dead. Gabe stops Cas from telling him, tho, and like they heal Dean and Dean gets like a frickin flashback while he’s unconscious and being healed of like his previous life.

Also they have a horse named Impala. It was their fathers and its like the only thing they really own besides their tiny shack.

At some point, they get their memories back. They become friends with Gabe and Cas and like, maybe find some of the other fallen angels, and potentially even Crowley and like, do something? That’s all though.

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That was more than I thought it’d be. And some of them actually got serious lol.

ANYWAYS.

I know it’s not a lot but I hope they made you smile and just, congrats Mandy! Happy 10k!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

#princesscas #congrats mandy #congrats on 10k followers #my writing #destiel #random thoughts #headcanons #idek #do ya'll even remember things being called crack #brings me back to my ff.net days #best

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carousels-on-fire · 7 years

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I’m constantly at war with the fear that I’m too old or will very soon be too old to do the fun things I want to do. Or that the antics I get up to, or the jokes I tell will just become sad instead of funny. Like the whole “hey kids I too am a kid” shit. Or Bam Margera looking sad and washed up when he hit about 31. I’ve always, on some level been afraid to even do something as simple as be outgoing or be silly and ridiculous for fun even where people can see me. People who don’t know me very well think I’m a lot more serious than I am. I’ve always admired tricksters and the shenanigans of people like my brother, or Bam Margera because they seemed to say ‘fuck this’ to being sad about life and decided to be ridiculous instead. I’ve always wanted to be like them, the good parts of Bam not the shitty parts like being abusive to his girlfriends. But then, what do I care about the “age-appropriate” posturing of people I went to high school with whose greatest accomplishment in life was procreating? I have to constantly remind myself that there isn’t an age limit to anything. I’m trying not to became this sad bitter person with no sense of fun or no sense of mischief or no sense of adventure or hope. Its one way that depression really fucked me over midway through college and robbed me of what should have been some really fun years. I did not used to be like this. I was always cynical, but not like this. I have to do better than this. I’m afraid the misery will etch itself into my face. Being older, getting past 25 is never something I thought I’d do. I don’t want to wake up at 30 with regrets, assuming I wake up then at all. I’m so afraid of time running out. I’m so afraid of being trapped by my own body getting older. I’m so afraid I missed out on things. I always thought I’d write and album and go on tour with a band by now, that was all I wanted to do. I don’t know why I let myself get pressured into going to college at all. But, you can’t go back. As much as I’d like to. It sometimes feels like my teen years were the only chance I had to grow and learn and discover new things and actually like them. Now I kind of low-key hate everything, I find it hard to love anything at all. Everyone I looked up to as a teenager, almost everyone, turned out to be a shitty person. The world is so much worse than I ever imagined and I’m not sure how to hold on sometimes. It all seems so pointless. It all seems so hopelessly shitty, like it’ll never really be worth it. Like, it’ll never really get better. I feel like I’ve peaked for lifetime happiness and everything else will just be this cold approximation. Most of the time I’m pretty hollow. But sometimes I get sad when I think about how much of a romantic I used to be. I was so goddamned sure that I’d find the love of my life in college and I’d share everything with them. I was so sure I’d find something like Morticia and Gomez. I used to believe in it so much and now I’m certain it’ll never happen. That’s not for me. i’m just not that sort of person. It was tough learning that no one’s really made for anyone else. That some people do die alone. That there isn’t such a thing as a happy ending for anyone. That love like in movies and stories doesn’t actually really happen to anyone and when it does it dies off in a couple of years. There’s a lot of settling and a lot of getting comfortable with people, but nothing really special lasts. There’s no real magic or serendipity or anything of that sort. Just coincidence. The universe is just as cold and unfeeling as it always has been. And the people you really want to love you never really will. The world is such a sad goddamned place, and I think most of us are just, barely hanging on. Its just nothing and routine and trying desperately to find good things in this massive of pile of shit that is life. I miss not hating being alive so much. I miss being able to take just simple joy in things. Everything hurts, everything that matters just disappears and decays and disintegrates. All the things you really love just go away in some form. Some days I wonder if it’s worth it to keep trying. People telling me to be positive, its’ like telling me that wiring my face into a smile will make me feel better. It’s all superficial bullshit.

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