star-holland:

here’s to everyone who don’t get picked when asked who’s the most attractive in games of truth or dare. here’s to everyone who don’t get taken spontanious pictures of at hangouts. here’s to everyone who has never been called beautiful. here’s to everyone who don’t get heart comments on their instagram selfies. here’s to everyone who recognizes the harms of catcalling and constant flirting, yet know they won’t have to worry about that, yet at the same time feel conflicted at the fact.

you are so so beautiful and i appreciate you.

cries-in-espanol:

have you seen luther hargreeves jump gleefully today?

now you have :)

bamsara:

the overwhelming grief of losing an entire year to sickness, violence and pandemic fatigue is settling in so id like to remind everyone that: you are not a failure, yes there is still a happy future for you, and wearing a mask is very sexy

yuyuuyuyuu:

tiny-reminders:

trying your best is enough.

system-of-a-feather:

Honestly, healing from chronic / childhood trauma isn’t pretty, it isn’t romantic, most of the time it isn’t some beautiful story of a perfectly innocent victim rising to become strong

A lot of healing from chronic / childhood trauma is realizing there is a lot of dirt, grime, hurt, pain, and problematic behaviors and beliefs that living in such an environment has instilled inside of you.

It is realizing a lot of things you thought were normal were not, and a lot of the things you’ve done that you thought were given truths and normal things about the world were false, not needed, and hurtful to others and yourself around you.

A lot of people want a healing story that is inspiring and beautiful - with a clear abuser and a clear victim - someone who was clearly 100% perfect, innocent and never did anything wrong in life and someone who was clearly 100% evil, intentional, corrupt, and malicious. The hero / villian story of trauma, abuse, and recovery is so much easier to digest both for others and the person, but the reality is - living through hell instills and causes people to learn things that aren’t 100% perfect and innocent.

No trauma survivor or victim deserves what happened to them, nor did they ask for it in any form, but it isn’t abnormal for one to unknowingly after growing up and living in an environment that was dangerous, harmful, and painful to learn things that aren’t the best in the general world.

Trying to heal, mistakes will be made, a lot of unlearning and relearning will happen. People - especially children and teenagers who grew up in these environments - will likely reenact what happened to them or use defensive mechanisms that aren’t the best that they got from assuming the world is like their home.

Many will do things that aren’t “okay” or are “problematic” because that is all they know. This isn’t to say it is okay or excusable. This isn’t to say you should forgive anyone who did this to you.

This is to those who did bad things in the past that they punish themselves for, hate themselves for, the bad things they did due to being young and in a stage of survival.

The past does not define you and you were young and living by what you were taught growing up. You are not a horrible person because of how you learned to live. Who you are is found in the present and the future and in what you do now and what you do later.

You can and deserve to forgive yourself and your younger selves for what had happened when you knew little more.

You aren’t horrible or terrible. 

Being young is hard

Being a teen is hard

Having trauma is hard

Having chronic trauma is hard.

Being young and growing up in an environment conducive to chronic trauma is even harder.

You deserve and are allowed to forgive yourself and move forward and heal.

You deserve to heal just like anyone else.

strangerdarkerbetter:

Shoutout to autistics who experience emotions intensely

To the autistics who cry over “little things”

To the autistics who get so happy they flap and bounce and squee

To the autistics who have to work so hard to control their anger or who can’t

To the autistics who don’t know what they’re feeling but feel it strongly

To the autistics who have panic attacks easily

To the autistics who are “over emotional”, “too sensitive”, “weird”, or “irrational”

You experience the world intensely and the ways you react to that are valid. There’s nothing wrong with reacting to emotions as long as you don’t hurt others. You are not too sensitive or too emotional, you are exactly as you should be and that is valid and that is good.

Live authentically

Live radically

Live autisticly

podencos:

Having hobbies, connecting w others, laughing and smiling and dancing and having a good time, reaching out in place of turning inward, being in love w a person and my friends and the world, nourishing my soul and heart and mind, eating good food, being part of this world—all these things really are so much better than digging my own grave and trying to make a home out of it

adv3nturelust:

Don’t ever date someone who can’t comprehend restraint. It takes restraint and maturity not to say spiteful and unhealthy things during an argument. It takes restraint not to belabor an issue when it’s clearly at its end. Find a partner who still respects you, even when you argue. Your love doesn’t waiver even during difficult moments.

vnapologeticapathy:

girls with no car are the most specialest and everyone appreciates picking them up and transporting them from place to place in their car (affirmations for girls with no car)

fragrant-stars:

*through gritted teeth* it doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be done. it doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be done. it doesn’t have to be-

lemonsweet:

lemonsweet:

So beautiful a single father shows his son a cone

90000000bc:

oneman-wolfpackk:

I know you’re tired bitch but keep fucking going

the-apprentice-lia:

m6 reacting to someone commenting on curvy!mc eating

this wasn’t an ask but i just thought i’d do it because i’d enjoy writing it:) especially because i do kinda need the comfort atm:) tw: self-consciousness with regards to eating

asra

• “wow, you’re eating all that? don’t you need to… lay off a bit,” [person] says with a nasty look up and down at you.

• asra’s eyes will immediately turn cold as he turns away from you to stare at the person. they do the crushing ‘up-and-down’ look, and depending on whether you lay a hand on his arm to stop him or not, will 100% hex the person.

• “oh, you turned purple and started smelling of toes? how unfortunate.” it’s not unfortunate. he’d hex them again, but the person in question is really not worth the trouble.

• after the person’s been dealt with, though, he’ll check up on you softly. “hey mc, you know that you’re absolutely beautiful, don’t you? eat as much as you want, you’re giving your body the nourishment it needs and having fun doing it, don’t let anyone make you feel bad about that. ok?” he says gently, pressing a kiss to your temple as you both dig in.

• will definitely press little kisses to whatever part of you he can reach all through the rest of the day while you two are working at the shop, making a blush spread all the way across your cheeks, will give you random hugs and murmur “all of you is so beautiful,” into your hair, and absolutely will get you desert if you want it.

• tells you, “my treat,” with a soft smile as your face turns even more red, if that’s even possible at this point. the two of you eat your pumpkin bread as you sit on the steps near the apothecary and make up stupid dialogues for the passerby that each of you deem most interesting at a point.

• “oh, but i thought you loved me!!” “my only love has ever been pumpkin bread, you fool.” the two of you are constantly dissolving into laughter halfway through your made-up dialogues, and asra feeds you pumpkin bread with little kisses in-between every bite. he’s silently alight inside, happiness beaming through every action because he made you feel better, and as the two of you walk home you give him a shy kiss on the cheek and then a soft, deep one to the lips to thank him for the day.

• will 100% shout at random passerby’s, “this is my partner!!! aren’t you jealous?? you should be!!!” until you tell him, your face as red as a tomato, to stop harassing the general public. will still use magic to put the thoughts in peoples’ heads, though, until you stop him with a raised eyebrow and a playful shove.

• he’s grinning like a fool as you laugh, pulling him towards the door to the shop.

nadia

• “wow, you’re eating all that? do you know how many calories that all has? you need to cool it off with the food,” someone says with a nasty look up and down at you, glancing down the banquet table at your plate of food.

• you freeze in place, your eyes dropping to the table as you shift uncomfortably in your seat, your cheeks heating self-consciously as you push your plate away ever so slightly. oh well. you aren’t that hungry. you are

• nadia’s head will immediately whip towards whoever just told you that, her eyes cold enough that the person visibly recoils.

• “ah, diplomat [person], i wasn’t aware that in your native queendom it was acceptable to comment on the consort of your dynast in any manner whatsoever. i think you’ll find that you owe mc an apology— and once you’ve done that, you may explain to your queen why you’ve been excluded from the royal palace and another diplomat accepted in your place,” she says, her voice calm, level, and final.

• if the diplomat makes a scene, or argues, she’ll see to it that they’re discreetly… removed from the banquet hall. if anyone notices that they’ve been escorted out, well, who would dare to question the countess in her palace? nobody because she’s terrifying when she’s angry

• “my darling, you do know that was utter nonsense, don’t you? you’re absolutely stunning, especially in your outfit this evening,” she says with a wink, her voice soft as she takes your hand beneath the table. “besides, i had these dishes made especially for you, i know they’re your favourite. i’m sure you wouldn’t want to disappoint the countess at her own feast, would you?” she quirks an eyebrow, making a small smile spread across your face. her eyes twinkle as she takes in your at-peace expression now, and she continues to hold your hand as the two of you eat.

• “would you like to try some, my dear?” she’ll ask you softly if she tastes a dish she thinks you’ll like. absolutely nobody comments on the countess feeding you with a tender expression on her face. it’s her dining hall, she can do whatever she pleases. and if they didn’t learn from the last guy, well, if they’re discreetly escorted out as well then nobody’s going to comment on that, either.

• will periodically ensure you that you’re beautiful in every aspect of yourself, will probably trace little patterns on your thigh as you eat, or just stroke you softly. if you give a little shiver as her hand moves upwards a little bit, her eyes darken and not five minutes later she dismisses the feast in favour of pulling you to your shared chambers, the both of you gasping and laughing as you race each other through the halls, your shoes discarded along the way until when you finally get back, she takes you to bed with extra care and attentiveness this night.

• little whispers of “oh, my love, you’re so beautiful like this,” and “you’re so soft and lovely,” in-between kisses.

• will clear her calendar to sleep in with you the next morning, pulling you closer to her with little murmurs. “good morning, my dearest one.” she smells so comfortingly of jasmine.

• nobody can make you feel as good about yourself as she can :)

julian

• “don’t you need to lay off a little bit? wow, that plate is loaded,” says someone from the next table over at the rowdy raven.

• this stupid bitch would 100% jump on the table and tell him to shut the fuck up

• but he knows you don’t like to make a scene, so he politely tells him where he can stick his pint of ale.

• after the offender is dealt with, julian will literally try to sing you a ballad of how beautiful you are and how much he loves you in the middle of the rowdy raven, but you shush him and he contents himself with trying to cheer you up with (frankly quite terrible) jokes that get little giggles from you, and braiding your hair in a new style as you eat, telling you very loudly every now and again “you’re so beautiful, mc,” in a dreamy voice that makes you cringe inside, but you pat his cheek on the outside with a fond sigh.

• would definitely say “oh my arcana, step on me!” periodically as you eat, making you blush as red as a tomato.

• he’s definitely a bottom it’s literally canon at this point but would make an effort to take control and lavish affection and love onto you later.

muriel

• “whoah, she needs to go easy on the food,” you hear a snicker from the couple at one of the picnic benches. “yeah, she really needs to cool it with all the calories! she needs to watch what she eats,” comes his partners reply through bouts of shared laughter.

• it stings even more because this is the first time you’ve been able to get muriel to go out with you, and you just wanted it to be enjoyable for him— and by go out i mean leave his hut and the little clearing around it because he’s the definition of a social recluse bless his soul

• muriel just. turns. and stares at the couple. you hear a faint rumble from his chest, and his eyes darken and turn as cold as you’ve ever seen them. although he’s stopped wearing his chains and he has his hair up in a soft half-ponytail and is wearing a soft dad-sweater, a quelling look from muriel is enough to make anyone quake in their boots, and the both of the onlookers look as if they’re about to faint from fear.

• needless to say, they’re gone in the next few minutes— but the damage is already done, and little tears bead in your eyes as you push your food away from you, a hot, self-conscious blush spreading across your cheeks. his eyes immediately soften, and he pulls you to him gently, stroking your hair as he pulls you against him. “hey mc, they didn’t know what they were talking about. you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen… you know that, don’t you?”

• isn’t usually one for words, but will constantly reassure you that there was no weight in those nasty words, and that you should under no circumstances place any importance in them.

• would definitely take you on a sweet walk through the woods, only to point out the most exquisite flowers to you and mumble “still not prettier than you,” with the biggest blush on his face.

portia

• “wow does she need to cool it with the food, there’s probably more calories than in five meals in that plate, she needs to watch what she eats,” you hear the end of the sentence trail off into cruel laughter as tears brim in your eyes and your face goes hot as you drop your gaze to the table, playing with the lace of the tablecloth.

• you two had gone out for a sweet date on the first day of spring, and the little cafe the two of you had gone to had the most lovely porch. you overlooked the orchard, and the tables were covered with sheer sweetheart lace. you now can’t bring yourself to enjoy your surroundings as portia turns around in outrage.

• portia would 1000% mess ‘em up, if she weren’t concerned about your reaction and ruining your date— but she still fixes them with the most withering stare. “if you like your two front teeth buddy, i suggest you apologise to mc here and then take your lunch elsewhere.” her voice is so scalding she doesn’t even need to raise it, and you’re met with two rushed apologies and a frantic gathering of belongings as the couple leaves.

• portia will cup your face, pressing sweet, soft, quick little kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, even your chin, before planting one on your lips, cupping your cheeks and stroking them gently with her thumbs before she pulls away, twirling a strand of your hair around her finger and let it slip off as she comes around the table to crouch in front of you. “honey, you know that none of what they said was true… don’t you? you’re so pretty, mc! you’re giving your body the food it needs. i love everything about you so much!!” she kisses the back of your hand and rises, sitting back at her place— but only so that she can hand-feed you little pieces of cake and cinnamon-spiced bread.

• will check up on you periodically to make sure you’re doing okay and that your self-confidence wasn’t too badly damaged. big, wet kisses on the cheek and massive bear hugs when you least expect it! she doesn’t care if you drop something— she can make you a new one or help you pick it up, but she needs to hug you right then, to let you know that you’re amazing and that she cares for you, a lot.

lucio

• “wow, she’s going to eat all that? what a pig,” come the chuckles from the couple just down the banquet-hall table at his private hunting lodge.

• who even are these people? his secretary must have invited them, in the name of diplomacy. well, he’ll see about that. nobody insults the ex-count’s beloved! and especially not at his own table.

• when he looks at you and sees you pushing your plate away with small tears beading and wetting your eyelashes, your face turning read as you fix your gaze to the table, he’s completely enraged.

• this idiot just. draws his sword in the middle of the hall and asks the poor sod if he’d like to be skinned like the venison that he’s provided for supper?

• if he hasn’t wet himself already, he scrambles away from the table, practically sprinting from the dining hall as lucio sheathes his sword with a sharp shing.

• once that idiot’s taken care of, lucio turns to you and for once, you don’t see any trace of jest, anger. or petulance on his face. it’s simply open concern and love for you. “mc, are you okay? i’m sorry you had to hear that, and in my own halls no less. you know that’s absurd, don’t you? what they were saying. you’re absolutely ravishing tonight. and always.” his eyes are soft as he gets a tears smile and a small “thank you, luci,” from you.

• the entire banquet, will have his hand on your thigh, around your waist, or on your shoulders, idly playing with your hair. if anybody so much as dares to even look at you funny while you eat, he’ll fix them with such a ferocious stare that they just immediately look away and don’t even glance in your direction for the rest of the banquet.

• nobody’s going to insult lucio’s lover in his presence (or otherwise) so long as he draws breath. perish the thought!

softheartedsuggestion:

you haven’t met all the people that’ll love you yet

fullbodyhug:

so you’re working on something that has meaning to you, but you think that nobody’s gonna appreciate it or admire it or tell you how proud they are of you?

do it anyway. let me repeat: DO IT ANYWAY. YOU OWE IT TO YOURSELF. DO IT.