Help me

bingsepticeyerping:

emptynarration:

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“I barely deserve you.”, Markus replied and chuckled lightly, smiling softly. He was very happy that Bing loved him so much.
“Please don’t feel like you have to do anything…”, he mumbled then. He didn’t want Bing to feel obligated to do anything, it’d just make him feel terrible.

Markus gasped, before he whimpered softly again. He sat up properly again, so he could fully sink down on Bing, moaning as he did. He loved feeling so full, so nice, just so so good.

“Bing… You feel so good..”, he mumbled, rocking his hips back and forth, breathing heavily.

Bing purred as he looked up at Markus, loving how he looked and felt.

“As do you love, you feel so good like this,” he purrs, gently putting his hands on Markus’ hips, rubbing small circles in his skin, purring as he moved his hips a bit, trying to see Markus’ reaction.

Markus made a soft sound of pleasure when Bing moved his hips, holding onto his arms lightly when he found them.
“Please… hold me, fuck me… Biingg..”, he whined softly, clenching around Bing. He wanted to stay in Bing’s lap, but he also didn’t want to just ride him right now. He wanted to be held, and fucked, and roughed up a little.

1. Necklace – I bought it for my best friend!! 😀 Dunno why I always choose Alice in Wonderland themed things, but I do love it, and she does too!!!

2. Necklace – I bought it for me, cus pretty and spinny and great

3. Necklace – Is for my mom as christmas present! 😀 Glow in the dark!

Rehab for writing injuries

wrex-writes:

justashadetalkative:

chicklette:

writerlyn:

onedamnminuteadmiral:

wrex-writes:

You’ve heard of “making writing a habit,” and you’ve tried, but the pressure to write fills you with horrible pain and dread. You spend all your time wishing you could write but somehow never writing. The “make it a habit” approach doesn’t work for you. But you still want to write, maybe even regularly. Is there nothing you can do?

Here is an alternative approach to try. A rehab program, as it were, for writers with a psychological “writing injury” that has destroyed their desire to write and replaced it with shame, anxiety and dread.


If you have a writing injury, you probably acquired it by being cruel to yourself, by internalizing some intensely critical voice or set of rules that crushes your will to write under the boot-heel of “you should.” “You should be writing better after all the years of experience you’ve had.” “You should be writing more hours a day, you’ll never get published at this rate.” “You should write more like [Hilton Als/Jeffrey Eugenides/Octavia Butler/Terry Pratchett/etc.].” “You should write faster/more/better/etc./etc.”

You know what, though? Fuck all that. Self-abuse may have featured heavily in the cool twentieth-century writer’s lifestyle, but we are going to treat ourselves differently. Because 1) it’s nicer, and 2) frankly, it gets better results. My plan here is to help you take the radical step of caring for yourself.


1) First of all: ask yourself why you aren’t writing. 

Not with the goal of fixing the problem, but…just to understand. For a moment, dial down all of the “goddammit, why can’t I just write? blaring in your head and be curious about yourself. Clearly, you have a reason for not writing. Humans don’t do anything for no reason. Try to discover what it is. And be compassionate; don’t reject anything you discover as “not a good enough excuse.” Your reasons are your reasons.

For me, writing was painful because I wanted it to solve all my problems. I wanted it to make me happy and whole. I hated myself and hoped writing would transform me into a totally different person. When it failed to do that, as it always did, I felt like shit.

Maybe writing hurts because you’ve loaded it with similarly unfair expectations. Or maybe you’re a victim of low expectations. Maybe people have told you you’re stupid or untalented or not fluent enough in the language you write in. Maybe writing has become associated with painful events in your life. Maybe you’ve just been forced to write so many times that you can no longer write without feeling like someone’s making you do it. Writing-related pain and anxiety can come from so many different places.

2) Once you have some idea of why you’re not writing…just sit with that.

Don’t go into problem-solving mode. Just nod to yourself and say, “yes, that’s a good reason. If I were me, I wouldn’t want to write either.” Have some sympathy for yourself and the pain you’re in.

3) Now…keep sitting with it. That’s it, for the moment. No clever solutions. Just sympathize. And, most importantly, grant yourself permission to not write, for a while.

It’s okay. You are good and valuable and worthy of love, even when you aren’t writing. There are still beautiful, true things inside of you.

Here’s the thing: it’s very hard for humans to do things if they don’t have permission not to do them. It’s especially hard if those things are also painful. We hate feeling trapped or compelled, and we hate having our feelings disregarded. It shuts us down in every possible way. You will feel more desire to write, therefore, if you believe you are free not to write, and if you believe it’s okay not to do what causes you pain.

(By the way: not having permission isn’t the same as knowing there will be negative consequences. “If I don’t write, I won’t make my deadline” is different from “I’m not allowed not to write, even if it hurts.” One is just awareness of cause and effect; the other is a kind of slavery.)

4) For at least a week, take an enforced vacation from writing, and from any demands that you write. During this time, you are not permitted to write or give yourself grief for not writing. 

This may or may not be reverse psychology. But it’s more than that.

Think of it as a period of convalescence. You’re keeping your weight off an injury so it can heal, and what’s broken is your desire to write. Pitilessly forcing yourself to write when it’s painful, plus the shame you feel when you don’t write, is what broke that desire. So, for a week (or a month, or a year, or however long you need) tell yourself you are taking a doctor-prescribed break from writing.

This will feel scary for some folks. You might feel like you’re giving up. You might worry that this break from writing feels too good, that your desire to write might never return. All I can say is, I’ve been there. I’ve had all those fears and feelings. And the desire to write did return. But you gotta treat it like a tiny crocus shoot and not stomp on it the second it pokes its little head up. Like so:

5) Once you feel an itch to write again—once you start to chafe against the doctor’s orders—you can write a tiny bit. Only five or ten minutes a day. 

That’s it. I’m serious: set a timer, and stop writing when the time’s up. No cheating. (Well…maybe you can take an extra minute to finish your thought, if necessary.)

Remember: these rules are not like the old rules, the ones that said, “you must write or you suck.” These rules are a form of self-care. You are not imposing a cruel, arbitrary law, you are being gentle with yourself. Not “easy” or “soft”—any Olympic athlete will tell you that hard exercise when you’ve got an injury is stupid and pointless, not tough or virtuous. If you need an excuse to take care of yourself, that’s it: if you’re injured, you can’t perform well, and aggravating the injury could take you out of the competition permanently.

For the first few days, all of the writing you do should be freewriting. Later, you can do some tiny writing exercises. Don’t jump into an old project you stalled out on. Think small and exploratory, not big and goal-oriented. And whatever you do, don’t judge the output. If you have to, don’t even read what you write. This is exercise, not performance; this is you stretching your atrophied writing muscles, not you trying to write something good. At this stage, it literally doesn’t matter what you write, as long as you generate words. (Frankly, it would be kind of weird and unfair if your writing at this point was good.)

6) After a week, you can increase your time limit if you want. But only a little! 

Spend a week limiting yourself to, say, twenty minutes a day instead of ten. When in doubt, set your limit for less than you think you’ll need. You want to end each writing session feeling like you could keep going, not like you’re crawling across the finish line.

Should you write every day? That’s up to you. Some people will find it helpful to put writing on their calendar at the same time each day. Others will be horribly stifled by that. You get to decide when and how often you write, but two things: 1) think about what you, personally, need when you make that decision, and 2) allow that decision to be flexible.

Remember, the only rule is, don’t go over your daily limit. You always have permission to write less.

And keep checking in with yourself. Remember how this program began? If something hurts, if your brain is sending you “I don’t wanna” signals, respect them. Investigate them, find out what their deal is. You might decide to (gently) encourage yourself to write in spite of them, but don’t ignore your pain. You are an athlete, and athletes listen to their bodies, especially when they’re recovering from an injury. If writing feels shitty one day, give yourself a reward for doing it. If working on a particular project ties your brain in knots, do a little freewriting to loosen up. And always be willing to take a break. You always have permission not to write.

7) Slowly increase your limit over time, but always have a limit. 

And when you’re not writing, you’re not writing. You don’t get to berate yourself for not writing. If you find yourself regularly blazing past your limit, then increase your limit, but don’t set large aspirational limits in an effort to make yourself write more. In fact, be ready to adjust your limit lower.

When it comes to mental labor, after all, more is not always better. Apparently, the average human brain can only concentrate for about 45 minutes at a time, and it only has about four or so high-quality 45-minute sessions a day in it. That’s three hours. So if you set your daily limit for more than three hours, you may be working at reduced efficiency, when you’d be better off saving up your ideas and motivation for the next day. (Plus, health and other factors may in fact give you less than 3 good hours a day. That’s okay!)

Of course, if you’re a professional writer or a student, external pressures may force you to write when your brain is tired, but my point is more about attitude: constant work is not necessarily better work. So don’t make it into a moral ideal. We tend to think that working less is morally weak or wrong, and that’s bullshit. Taking care of yourself is practical. Pushing yourself too hard will just hurt you and your writing. Also, your feelings are real and they matter. If you ignore or abuse them, you’ll be like a runner trying to run on a broken ankle.

I know I’m going to get someone who says, “if you’re a pro, sometimes you gotta ignore your feelings and just get the work done!” 

NO. 

You can, of course, choose to work in spite of any pain you’re feeling. But ignore that pain at your peril. Instead, acknowledge the pain and be compassionate. Forgive yourself if pain slows you down. You are human, so don’t hold your feet to the fire for having human limitations. Maybe a deadline is forcing you to work anyway. But make yourself a cup of hot chocolate to get you through it, literally or metaphorically. Help yourself, don’t force yourself. If you’ve had a serious writing injury, that shift in attitude will make all the difference. 

In short: treat yourself as someone whose feelings matter.


Try it out! And let me know how it goes!

Ask a question or send me feedback!

THIS

This is the kindest writing advice ever. I love it.

This is amazing.

(Relevant for regular writers and role players alike, I think! I highly suggest giving it a read.

On a front more tailored to roleplaying… this is a bit more involved than what I do, because the writing that I do is much more relaxed to begin with than what many other people—roleplayers, fic authors, aspiring published authors—pursue.

But the core concept of ‘listen to and forgive yourself when something hurts’ is, hands down, the absolute best way that I have found to make sure that I keep coming back to roleplaying. Without that forgiveness and compassion, any performance less than my best left me ashamed, anxious, and avoidant. It made it so that even after taking a break, even once I did in theory feel like writing again, I would still be filled with negative emotions when it came time to contemplate actually starting again. It felt like a paltry offering, too-little too-late of an effort given to something I had already failed and broken.

If you’re compassionate with yourself, though… then starting up again after a break is a celebratory thing.

I don’t want to hold myself up as a super great source of advice, especially considering that the volume of writing that I produce at any given time is pretty darn small. But I have been doing this for a good 10 years, now. I’ve tried beating myself up: it didn’t work. I’ve tried this: it did work, and I find roleplaying a joyful thing again. Even when I am moving slowly.

On a related note, offer similar compassion to your writing partners. Or to fic authors, or comic artists, or anyone whose writing you are waiting on and excited to see. Reward the behavior you want to see, don’t pour negativity into everything and turn it into something painful and worthy of avoidance.)

“If you’re compassionate with yourself, though… then starting up again after a break is a celebratory thing.”

I love that

There’s a whole of three people in my life I genuinely care about which are part of my everyday life

No one here on tumblr is part of my everyday life, since I don’t talk to anyone really a lot, especially about stuff like life

There’s a whole of three people in my life I genuinely care about which are part of my everyday life

No one here on tumblr is part of my everyday life, since I don’t talk to anyone really a lot, especially about stuff like life

Help me

emptynarration:

“I barely deserve you.”, Markus replied and chuckled lightly, smiling softly. He was very happy that Bing loved him so much.
“Please don’t feel like you have to do anything…”, he mumbled then. He didn’t want Bing to feel obligated to do anything, it’d just make him feel terrible.

Markus gasped, before he whimpered softly again. He sat up properly again, so he could fully sink down on Bing, moaning as he did. He loved feeling so full, so nice, just so so good.

“Bing… You feel so good..”, he mumbled, rocking his hips back and forth, breathing heavily.

Help me

bingsepticeyerping:

emptynarration:

emptynarration:

“I barely deserve you.”, Markus replied and chuckled lightly, smiling softly. He was very happy that Bing loved him so much.
“Please don’t feel like you have to do anything…”, he mumbled then. He didn’t want Bing to feel obligated to do anything, it’d just make him feel terrible.

Markus shifted slightly. “Can I be on top of you please?”, he said quietly, turning his face to try and face Bing somewhat. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to be on top of Bing. No matter how, or if he had to move much or not, he just wanted to.

“I’m getting so sensitive.”, he mumbled and giggled softly. It was nice, though.

Bing laughs softly before gently switching their positions, turning Markus so he was sitting above the alpha and facing him. He purrs, letting the omega do what ever he wanted, he honestly didn’t mind.

“Do what you’d like Markus, I don’t mind. After all, you look amazing from this angle~”

Markus blushed heavily, flustered. He rarely got to be on top normally, and certainly was never complimented.

He leaned onto Bing’s chest, kissing him again, deeply and getting needier. Fresh slick was gathering again, and he whined softly, scooting a tad bit back so he felt Bing against himself.

emptynarration:

“Y-yes- yes please-”, Markus replied and nodded. He really would love it, to be filled with more of Anti’s cum, hearing more of Anti`s pleasure as well.

“Please… pleasure yourself with me..”, he mumbled, whimpering softly as he felt Anti against him.

“I-it’s- it’s good-”, Markus tried to reassure Anti, but was barely able to get the words out. He gasped and moaned as Anti thrust into him, his face hidden in Anti’s neck mostly still. His hot breath hitting the neko’s skin, hands finding the sheets below them to hold onto.

He certainly wouldn’t complain if Anti turned them over now, no matter the hands on his back or not. His sweet spot was just out of reach for Anti’s member like this.