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#Everybody is beautiful
magicalgirlfr · 13 days
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Me when I see a pink blog saying positive words about food and plus size fellows girls: 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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kiwi2229 · 11 months
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The way I see you
(James Potter / Regulus Black | 691 words)
For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Camera
CW: negative thoughts about own body
James is not paying much attention to his surroundings at the moment. He is more fixated on shuffling the cards in his hands. Regulus and he are spending their day in the park. It’s a beautiful sunny day. It’s not too hot but it’s warm enough to wear only shorts and a shirt. His parents taught him a lot of card games and he always loved them, so now he is teaching them to Regulus.
He watches the repetitive motion of his hands. It calms him. He lets his mind wander anywhere it wants in several different directions but for once he lets it go as much as it pleases concentrating on the cards. He is snaped from it by the familiar sound of a camera click. He looks up to see Regulus lowering a camera with a satisfied smile. His boyfriend loves taking photos and he always has this kompakt camera with him.
“Why are you always taking photos of me?” He asks because it’s true. Regulus indeed takes photos of James more often than anything else.
“Because you are beautiful,” Regulus answers without hesitation. James just shrugs because he never knows what to say to this. He’s not good at receiving compliments.
He shoots Regulus his practised smirk as he declares nonchalantly. “Well, make sure you capture my good side.” He swirls his head around to mess with his curls.
Regulus watches him for a moment with those searching eyes that leave James feeling bare. It’s like Regulus could see inside his soul. “I mean it, Jamie. You are beautiful.”
Now, why would he say that? Because the thing is, James doesn’t believe him. He knows he is not bad-looking meaning there is nothing particularly wrong with his appearance. But he could be a few inches taller, and maybe work a little bit harder on his body. His hair is always a mess no matter how much he tries. He has to wear glasses and there are several scars from his acne on his face. His arms sometimes feel too long and other times too short, but he definitely knows he has chubby fingers. The list could go on and on. There is nothing particularly wrong with his body but when he focuses enough on each part it could always be better. Because there isn’t anything outstanding about him. He is just an average-looking boy and nobody like average.
He shrugs and starts to place cards on the blanket. “Let’s play this game…” And he starts to explain the rules to the other boy who is once again looking at him with a searching look. For a moment James is afraid he will say something but, in the end, Regulus decides not to.
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It’s probably a month after the picnic at the park. James is sitting in their living room trying to decide what movie they're gonna watch when Regulus sits beside him, but instead of popcorn in his hands, he has an envelope.
“I want to show you something, Jamie,” Regulus says softly and hands him the envelope. Inside there are several developed photos. And every single one has James in it. On some he is completely alone, on others, he is with his friends. James doesn’t know when Regulus took most of them. There are ones that he is smiling, some when he is focused with furrowed eyebrows, or with a faraway look suggesting he is not paying attention to his surroundings, on few of them he looks sad. The last one is the one Regulus took at the park with the word beautiful neatly written on the bottom. And well James never saw himself like this. Is this how he appears to the others? Because the images are different from what he usually sees in the mirror.
“This is how I see you,” Regulus whispers. “And at least for me, you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
When James looks up, he sees Regulus smiling softly at him with nothing but sincerity on his face and he has to fight hard not to let the tears spill from the corners of his eyes.
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perfectlullabies · 4 months
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Mod British Birds doll, 60's inspired (1999)
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cacaocheri · 1 year
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he deserves some compliments !!!!!!
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meruz · 2 years
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he went out like a star
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haleigh-sloth · 2 years
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THIS IS LITERALLY ALL IT TOOK FOR THE CHAPTER TO REDEEM ITSELF
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azaisya · 2 months
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a maedhros for @irrealisms !!! I've drawn maedhros once before so I don't have super solid headcanons for him but I hope you like it!
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shrimparts-blog1890 · 3 months
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Can we maybe have some Lizzie Heart in your style?🥺 pretty please?
Ofc luv here you go 🤲🏻
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luveline · 4 months
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ohhhhi fell down the rabbit hole of nails and make up and skincare for a bit and now I feel like a creature
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anna-scribbles · 5 months
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thirteen update 🍂 🎹 🏠 👻
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chapter 2: November
chapter summary:
She was in a good mood. If she was ever going to take it well, it would be now.
“Maman, what if I went to school this year?”
excerpt:
“Heh.” Adrien flicked a finger beneath his chin and strutted the length of his bathroom floor, glancing at himself in the mirror. He twirled a rose—a red one, one he’d grabbed from the vase downstairs—between his fingers and then presented it to the mirror with a flourish.
“Haruhi!” he declared, “the spring of my heart surges upon the sight of your fresh smile, my love. My heart beats at the command of your drum! Your face is the fierce longing of my soul, and I present to you now this token of my lavish, undying—”
A sharp knock clicked against the bedroom door and Adrien froze, his hand still passionately hovering over his heart.
“Adrien?” Nathalie’s voice called, and Adrien—true to character, if he did say so himself—startled so hard that he slipped and fell onto his butt on the tile.
“Yeah?” he called, hastily pulling himself up and trying to find a place to set down the rose.
Nathalie peeked her head through the bathroom door and took him in, his rumpled hair and the too-small blue blazer he’d saved in the back of his closet for occasions such as…this.
“You have a guest,” she said flatly, and Adrien could not for the life of him figure out whether she was making fun of him.
She left before he could decide, and then it was only a matter of seconds before his bathroom door was thrown all the way open and a blonde ponytail bobbed into view.
“Adrikins!” Chloé crashed into him, wrapping him up in a hug that nearly knocked him over again. “It’s been way too long. You’ve been neglecting me. Aw, did you get me a rose?” She plucked it from his hands and then scrunched up her nose. “Ew, is this real?”
“As real as the current that springs from the well of my heart,” Adrien invented, and Chloé frowned at him like he’d just spoken Greek. “Nevermind.”
She looked him up and down and scrunched her nose up even more. “What did you do to your hair?”
Adrien frowned at his reflection in the mirror and pushed his hair further over to the side.
“I was trying to make it look cool.” He’d been trying to make it look like Tamaki from Ouran High School Host Club.
“It looks like you just rolled out of bed.”
read on ao3
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uncanny-tranny · 6 months
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If I'm honest, the whole "love in every stitch" saying for fiber artists does not apply to me, like. I'm trying to get this fucking hook into stubborn yarn and I'll be stabbing it like it owed me money. Is that love because I hope not 😭💀
#art#crochet#honestly the closest thing i feel to love when crocheting is this feeling that this is bigger than me if that makes sense...#...i think it'sthe feeling of knowing how old the craft itself is and knowing that millions of people have done the same as you...#...millions of people have stabbed their crochet hook into the yarn because it's stubborn but so are you...#...millions of people in the past have sat and devoted their time and effort into all of this...#...millions of people have passed on this knowledge and kept this thing alive...#...and it's the feeling of knowing that humans across millenia aren't THAT different#to our core we are more or less similar - across the ages across the colours across everything. that really comforts and humbles me#have you looked up ancient textiles? because that also sparks these emotions in me#it makes me think about the tupes of people to make the textile but also about who wore it#and so many of them are still beautiful and colourful and it shows you SO MUCH about the people who made them#even the ones that are tattered and faded and stripped of colour still feel beautiful...#...because it has SURVIVED. it is evidence of a people who made it and a people who had technical skills#and THIS is why i HATE HATE HATE the idea that ancient people were just 'dumb' and 'uneducated'#that is so unfair to them and cruel and just. wrong. (and often it reeks of white supremacy)#i'm sorry i rant and rave about this so much but i canNOT be normal about this. i can't be normal about humanity#i am learning to love humanity and learn about us and learn everything and it'll never be enough - i will never know enough#i will never know everything about everybody and it will be the death of me#okay the only thing i liked about the greatest showman movie was Never Enough because that is me thinking about all this
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sleepanonymous · 6 months
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basilone · 27 days
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nocherrybombs · 10 days
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Orientation Day at Zapolyarny
Young Arlecchino, during her Fatui Harbinger onboarding session: Greetings, small wooden child. I understand that your mother abandoned you as a baby to fend for yourself in an empty domain because she thought you were weak.
Scaramouche: Wow, okay. Even if it wasn't incredibly rude to call someone a "small wooden child", I'm still at least 470 years older than you are. And where do you get off talking about me and my mother like that?
Arlecchino: My mother was also a wretched, awful woman, so I killed her. Would you like me to kill your mother as well?
Scaramouche: Are you asking me if I want you to kill the Raiden Shogun? I mean, you can try if you're up for it. It's your funeral.
Arlecchino: Very well. After I kill her, would you mind terribly if I then adopted you as my son?
Scaramouche: What the fuck are you talking about?! Yes, of course I would mind! I don't want you to be my mom!
Arlecchino: That is good to hear, seeing as how I will be your father.
Scaramouche: Alright, this has gotten too goddamn weird, even for me. Jester, is this really who we're bringing in to fill the Knave position?
Pierro: Yes, she is. Would you prefer us to find someone more like Crucabena instead?
Scaramouche: ...point taken. Welcome to the team, newbie.
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quaranmine · 9 months
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i think the whole cringe is dead, radical sincerity, depth of genuine emotion, earnest effort, and unironic love thing that tumblr has going on the past few years has transformed my outlook on things and changed me for the better. but it does mean that now the people i know irl will give me strange looks for being too sappy or too poetic or too dedicated or too excited about about something because they're still stuck in their "well i only like this ironically" phase. guess that's their problem tho not mine <3
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