Short Queen

I’m debating just posting random flower husband One shots I come up with here, but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I am not a writer so I’m not sure. :/

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RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE. 

When I was at one of my lowest (mental) points in life, I couldn’t get out of bed some days. I had no energy or motivation and was barely getting by.

I had therapy once per week, and on this particular week I didn’t have much to ‘bring’ to the session. He asked how my week was and I really had nothing to say.

“What are you struggling with?” he asked.

I gestured around me and said “I dunno man. Life.”

Not satisfied with my answer, he said “No, what exactly are you worried about right now? What feels overwhelming? When you go home after this session, what issue will be staring at you?”

I knew the answer, but it was so ridiculous that I didn’t want to say it.

I wanted to have something more substantial.

Something more profound.

But I didn’t.

So I told him, “Honestly? The dishes. It’s stupid, I know, but the more I look at them the more I CAN’T do them because I’ll have to scrub them before I put them in the dishwasher, because the dishwasher sucks, and I just can’t stand and scrub the dishes.”

I felt like an idiot even saying it.

What kind of grown ass woman is undone by a stack of dishes? There are people out there with *actual* problems, and I’m whining to my therapist about dishes?

But my therapist nodded in understanding and then said:

“RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.”

I began to tell him that you’re not supposed to, but he stopped me.

“Why the hell aren’t you supposed to? If you don’t want to scrub the dishes and your dishwasher sucks, run it twice. Run it three times, who cares?! Rules do not exist, so stop giving yourself rules.”

It blew my mind in a way that I don’t think I can properly express.

That day, I went home and tossed my smelly dishes haphazardly into the dishwasher and ran it three times.

I felt like I had conquered a dragon.

The next day, I took a shower lying down.

A few days later. I folded my laundry and put them wherever the fuck they fit.

There were no longer arbitrary rules I had to follow, and it gave me the freedom to make accomplishments again.

Now that I’m in a healthier place, I rinse off my dishes and put them in the dishwasher properly. I shower standing up. I sort my laundry.

But at a time when living was a struggle instead of a blessing, I learned an incredibly important lesson:

THERE ARE NO RULES.

RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE!!!

(by Kate Scott 2018)

Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

Please welcome the new hunter of The Hunt and The Hunted AU, fWhip

he is from a different guild, a human (?) and just found out there is something living in the swamp

while the hunt AU is mainly focused on the hermits, there is also part of it that we like to call "they go to a different school"

it's basically me adding anyone that I want and everyone else having to deal with it

At first I thought he was legitimately apologizing and was concerned for a second.

@zlixlriffs @vyeoh @redactedrobin (sorry yall were the first empiresblr people i could think of)

im blaming this on all of you (and the server lmao) /lh /j

This image Pixl posted on his Twitter that was unused is just so... its genuinely a breath-taking image

HERE COMES THE CODFATHER!

(bottom pictures are a transparent version and a colourless version!)

So this is my first post ever on Tumblr (despite having been on Tumblr for years) and I know that some people do follow me even though I’ve only ever reblogged a couple things. I am currently in the EmpiresSmp fandom so that probably what most of my posts are gonna be about.

ur first and last recent emojis are ur gender now. mine is 🅱👨‍❤‍💋‍👨

This😊

I don’t think we talk about platonic yearning as much as we should