newkingdoms:

tfw a wizard chucks you into a parallel world but your alternate universe boyf is there. 

(assume fantasy baku and kiri are further along in exploring their feelings than UA baku and kiri. UA baku and kiri haven’t got out the gate yet.)

tags from op newkingdoms:

#ua fantasy au#bakushima#kiribaku#bnha#boku no hero academia#notes for the fic i am unlikely to write: bakugou is outrageously jealous but ofc reacts with just plain old outrage.#kirishima did not activate his quirk in the comic because he and bakugou are at a point where he subconsciously believes b will not hurt him#eventually another portal pops up and bakugous ride home appears#in the form of a giant red DRAGON#class 1a flips out#the dragon turns into kirishima#class 1a F L I P S OUT#dragonkirishima yells KATSUKI!! and HUGS his bakugou who RUFFLES HIS HAIR#class 1a F L I P S O U T#b kisses him on their way out#C L A S S 1 A F          L          I               P               SSSSS         O          U          T#so yeah i started bnha two days ago. caught up now. would die for these kids.#terribles art#long post#too long for anything but quick shading smh sorry#except our highkey shoujo panel that got less-quick shading#bakugou katsuki#kirishima eijirou

oaluz:

“Being what you are looks like this: You enter every room as a calm, neutral observer. You are average. You don’t have an agenda. Your only job is to listen and observe and offer your support. Your only job is to watch and learn and allow room for yourself, even when you don’t say a word, even when you don’t look that good, even when you seem useless. There you are, giving yourself the right to be without running or hiding or dancing. That is grace. It matters.

Being still and silent and broken is its own kind of religion.

Doing this — existing around other people without proving yourself — works well because it feels good. It feels good when you’re not trying hard to win people over. It feels good to stand without adornment and know that you are enough. But it also works because good people respond to it. Trustworthy people will accept and embrace your listening and support and your silence. Untrustworthy people will think you’re a fucking weirdo, or believe that you’re not worthy enough because you’re not dancing or running or staying half-hidden and building suspense.

In contrast, it is exceptionally difficult to feel connected or close to other people when you’re sure that your value is conditional. You can spend decades in this state, and the more energy you put into keeping other people happy, the more convinced you become that no one is dependable and no one loves you for you. That doesn’t mean that you haven’t withstood abuse or tolerated selfish friends. But refusing to give yourself the right to simply exist is a way of preventing other people from simply existing. Everything is bartered or traded. No relationship is what it is: lopsided and weird and flawed and sweet. Every effort must be reciprocated with equal and opposite force (even if your emotional accounting is never shared with anyone) or you’re being ripped off or taken for granted. No one is allowed to be broken. You have to be better than you really are, and so does everyone else.

Once you develop an independent faith in your own value (this takes constant, repeated reminders to be compassionate and patient with yourself for the first time ever), then you can start to treat other people as valuable even when their value isn’t immediately apparent. You can enter the room as a broken person, sit with your brokenness without hiding it, and let it exist out in the open. You don’t have to share your own secrets straight out of the gate. You can ask people about the things that broke them, because you understand that being broken is interesting and includes a good story, or maybe 100 good stories. You listen to their stories not because you expect that then they’ll listen to yours, but because you’re making it your goal to take in reality, to connect, to get closer to the real world and the real people who live in it.”

Ask Polly: How Do I Start Over Now That I Know How Damaged I Am?

dear bird tumblr

roachpatrol:

jumpingjacktrash:

mmarycontrary:

jumpingjacktrash:

jumpingjacktrash:

do corvids have names?

i don’t mean, do humans give them names. of course we do. we name everything. we name frogs and fish. i mean, do corvids recognize names and answer to them?

and also, do corvids have specific sounds they use to refer to each other? that one’s maybe a bit more esoteric, i don’t know if anyone’s even done the research. but this is for a fantasy novel, so if it looks sorta plausible i can go with it. i just want to know if it’s within the behavior set, you know?

thank you for the responses! it seems crows do indeed have the concept of names, and use names, and distinguish between individuals that way. they reference people who aren’t present! that’s pretty dang advanced for an animal!

next step: figure out what crow names are like.

so far i’ve been writing casimir calling his crows ‘hey asshole’ and ‘you little pirate’ and ‘smartass’ and it occurs to me that those are pretty good crow names. but if crows give each other names he’d use those.

i feel like crows probably have names that sound like 1930′s gangsters. like ‘knuckles’ and ‘bugsy’. except crow themed. ravens have Very Dignified Names and then shorten them in awkward ways. like a raven called Steals Fire From The Clouds would get called Cloudy. there is definitely a raven that the crows named Moose.

I have to quote you a bit of The Raven and the Reindeer by T Kingfisher:

“Do you have a name?” asked Gerta.
“I do,” said the raven.
Gerta waited.
The raven fluffed its beard. “I am the Sound of Mouse Bones Crunching Under the Hooves of God.”
Gerta blinked a few times. “That’s…quite a name.”
“I made it myself,” said the raven, preening. “I stole the very shiniest words and hoarded them all up until they made something worth having. Sound and God were particularly well-guarded. Crunching I found in a squirrel nest, though.”
“May I call you Mousebones?” asked Gerta. “It’s…a lot to say all at once.”
It was hard for a creature with a beak to scowl, but the raven managed, mostly with the skin around its eyes. “I suppose,” it said. “If you must.”

that raven is a lot more dignified than the ones i’m writing. 😀

are you keeping in mind that crows hate ravens and will bully them wherever they can? it’s entirely possible that the only names crows give to ravens are variations on ‘hey fuckface!’

princehal9000:

blackdogrunning:

mishafletcher:

hey, so, i feel weird promoting this, but you know how the collective we of tumblr are always like, someone should write a cookbook that’s actually easy? i did the thing, just in time for gross summer heat/seasonal affective disorder, depending on the hemisphere, to kick in.

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Cooking is terrible, and food is often a massive pain in the ass. Eating is sometimes ok, sometimes a giant drag, and somehow still a thing that you have to do multiple times a day, which seems enormously unfair.

This book isn’t going to teach you how to cook, or turn you into the kind of person who hosts effortless dinner parties, or make you more attractive and popular and interesting. At best, it’s going to make it slightly more likely that you manage to eat something in the ten minutes between walking in the door and falling into the sweet embrace of the internet. I’m not joking—a lot of this can be done, start to finish, in ten to fifteen minutes. I resent thirty-minute meals because it feels like about twenty-eight minutes too long to spend on feeding myself.

If you’re excited to get home from work and spend an hour cooking dinner, this isn’t the book for you. If you really value authenticity, this isn’t the book for you. If you literally only eat three foods and you’re happy like that, this isn’t the book for you. If you, like me, are tired and depressed and just need to get some food into your face once in a while, this is definitely the book for you. You should buy it. Maybe it’ll help.

anyhow, you can buy it for $5 on amazon (for kindle files) and gumroad (for a pdf and epub), and any money earned goes towards things like paying my rent and buying groceries.

i’m disabled and mentally ill and a single parent, and i’d love to be excited about food, but most of the time, it’s just an inconvenient thing i gotta do to stay alive. i wrote this for people who’re kinda like me. i hope that maybe it helps someone.

I’ve read this, and it’s super useful– a whole lot of lists and easy to make meals that are better than eating nothing, again, for the sixth time this week because everything is too many. 

I suspect it’ll be super useful to a lot of y’all– brain weasels suck, and being out of ideas for food sucks, and being hungry because you open the fridge and then stare at everything and cry because it’s too many to work out what food is super sucks

I bought this and ye little gods will this be helpful when I’m stressed about work full time/freelance writing/half load of classes. I like the overall “tumblr tone” of it too. Very relatable. 

Additionally, it’s also pretty great because the theory is forgiving yourself for wanting food to be easier.