You Guys Do Know You're Supposed To Reblog Things, Right

You guys do know you're supposed to reblog things, right

im so easily distracted

i was going through my spreadsheet for BTM, trying to figure out where to place this upcoming chapter in the timeline (note to anyone planning on doing this: don't. it's caused more stress than i realized was possible for picking dates out for things to happen outside of the main story)

then i decided to open up tumblr to check my notifs and then i ended up scrolling for like 10 minutes.

is this adhd? I dunno.

yeah ok maybe, but im not gonna self diagnose. just...wonder a little bit.

depression tips™

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 

put on clean, comfortable clothes. 

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.

Beneath Their Masks Chapter 28 is Up!

These should all be up by the end of the year. Just a couple left!

Ann: where are you at in the story?

Makoto: I um…haven’t been going through the story lately. I’m still where I was a few days ago.

Ann: oh gotcha

Makoto: But I have been…what did you call it? Grinding?

Ann: you’ve been grinding for the last couple days?

Futaba: woah…

Ann: what level are you?

Makoto: I think I just hit level 60.

Ann: WHAT

Futaba: makoto has fallen victim to “number go up”

So I've got an 11/20 fic since today (er, yesterday) was 11/20, but I kind of want to sit on it until I'm done with BTM. I've got two more chapters of that written, but I think I'll wait until I have all of the remaining chapters finished to release them. I'm sure if people are waiting for it to be finished, getting a notification that it's ACTUALLY DONE would be nice to see. So there you go, all ten of you, this poorly informed decision is for you! :)

So that means there's only like, four left? It's nice to be able to go in and make little changes here and there if I remember something. I'm a little apprehensive, since I still have a hard time judging if something I post is good or not. Sometimes, I really feel happy with something before I post it. Most of the time, I have my doubts if what I've written is actually any good. I haven't heard any complaints or critiques, sooo...

But ya know, that's just how it is making stuff and posting it on the internet. You think it's shit, but someone likes it. A person's worst critic is themselves.