#gratitiude

[softness-and-shattering]

Friends, mutuals, followers, stranger who happened to interact with my posts - thanks for the happy brain chemicals :)

#small things that help when youre feeling a bit depressy #gratitiude #mine

[ekamyogashala]

“Nothing can bring you happiness but yourself.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson . . . @ekamyogashala

#happiness #gratitiude #loveyourself #loveeveryone #peace #world #happyme #loveeveryday #rishikeshpeople #smile #yogateacher #yogapose

[mysticpamjackson]

5 Steps to Manifesting

Manifesting is a powerful tool to create positive change in your life. Whether you want to manifest wealth, love, success, or anything else, the process is the same. By understanding the basics of manifesting, you can start to create the life that you desire.  1. Identify Your Desires The first step to manifesting is to identify what you want to bring into your life. It is important to be…

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#action #coaching #gratitiude #Law of Attraction #manifesting #meditate #Mystic Pam Jackson #Pam Jackson #positive changes #positivity #spiritual #visualize

[melneedsakidney]

Affirmation of the day. #DailyAffirmations #Work #Source #God #Spirit #Gratitiude #Thanks #ScienceOfMind #Spirituality #CentersForSpiritualLiving https://www.instagram.com/p/CiBV47wgE33/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#dailyaffirmations #work #source #god #spirit #gratitiude #thanks #scienceofmind #spirituality #centersforspiritualliving

[peeperspuntersandpedants]

From The Archive 2017: BACK TO THE GARDEN GATE

Community Chair Yoga, Yoga Walks & Gentle Gratitude Practice with YOGA ACTS & artist Julia Riddiough.      

Dedicated to Tim, the folks & participants at the Garden Gate not forgetting the polytunnel of LOVE.

The Garden Gate Project is an inclusive, offgrid space & garden in Margate Kent, using permaculture principles supporting marginalised people in the local community providing a safe, supportive and participatory haven.

#gardengate #community #chairyoga #gratitiude #Intention #YogaActs #mentalhealth #breathe #offgrid #yogapolytunnel #walkingyoga #naturetherapy #grounding #caliming #love #connection #service #polytunneloflove #woodfirepizza #welovegardengatemargate

[jndwrites]

I see your dream deferred and I raise you a dream delivered.

J. Dooley

#inspiration #Black Futurism #dreams #pursuit #goals #gratitiude #ancestors #dream deferred

[casacherrywoodcarvings]

It’s day 22 of the #mayformakers2022 challenge and todays spotlight is on: Do Good. This weekend was rough. Today was a bit harder. But I got this as a gift and it made me get Onion Eyes. Thanks to @sandrapalombelli and @thekraftdealer for lifting me up today. Tomorrow will be better. #gratitiude #uplift #smallbusinesssupport #imnotcryingyourecrying #smallbusinesslove #womensupportingwomen (at Yonkers, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd4eemND71N/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#mayformakers2022 #gratitiude #uplift #smallbusinesssupport #imnotcryingyourecrying #smallbusinesslove #womensupportingwomen

[reggiefaer]

Oozing #gratitiude today ♥️ Thank you @giafagnelli and @thomasinaaa for the amazing candle 🕯️ Thank you @the.michellehardy for the magical and hand dug crystal 💎 Thank you Judith for the #joshuatree bath salts And thank you @dottielux for encouraging midnight baths 🛀🏻 . . . #thankfulthursday #reggiebugmuncher #Sacramento #friends #instagood #luckyme (at Sacramento, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc50bnTpHG8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#gratitiude #joshuatree #thankfulthursday #reggiebugmuncher #sacramento #friends #instagood #luckyme

[hailsatanacab]

man i made so many memes this time wow

anyways here u go >:')

holyshitholyshitholyshit

these are all perfect!!

for chapter 4 of cetbwa

#close enough to be whole again #cetbwa #dp x dc #danny phantom #dpdc #i gotta stop checking my phone as soon as i wake up because holy shit hooolllyyy shit #the magnificence that is this collection of memes will keep me awake for hours now #i need sleep! ........ but i love these way more #ive been trying to think how to properly express my gratitiude and laughter #but all ive been doing is rolling around on my bed and laughing into the pillows haha #holy shit i asked for memes and you did not disappoint!!! #thank you so much! im so glad you liked the new chapter!! #my favourite one is the onion but only because i was so close to cutting that line last night before posting #so im glad you enjoyed it ☺️ 😊 #i woke up way too early and now im so wired im so pumped i feel like i just drank a pint of coffee #thank you so so so much!! #the jeremy clarkson car one is perfection #also i dont think ive ever seen the knight one before isnt that amazing?? #being introduced to a meme because of my own fic #im losing my fucking mindddd #holy shit #thank you so much again im signing off now to reply to your other ask because they are also top tier quality memes

[number1investigator]

WV6666666

#theyre so nice to me. #also ive figured out a new emotion! gratitiude. #on the case!

[dorminchu]

 Ch06 of Insult to Injury is coming along, should be out this month. Working on subplots right now. White and adult!Madeleine versus kid!Madeleine and her mom. White and Safin. Safin and C. Hinx and Madeleine! Etc.

Maybe I SHOULD take a leaf from The Bodyguard + The Godfather and throw in an assassination + fake-relationship/friendship subplot. Those are all the rage, right? And I like the irony of Madeleine getting some time to develop on her own, addressing her PTSD and her family woes, trying to connect with people to varying degrees of success, and going from a, uh, failed relationship (someone’s car goes boom) to a pretend friendship; Safin gets reassigned onto her security (car went boom, Madeleine is high-risk) and finally starts to let his guard down with Madeleine, who acknowleges the previous threat to her life and basically says, “I don’t like this situation, but it’s because of you I’m still alive. I trust your judgement.” (Compliance is one thing. Respect is not something he is used to with his line of work.) There is a reason he gets reassigned and it’s not just because of her safety but we’ll get into that in due time.

Unlike The Bodyguard, there is no overt funny business. Safin’s not the type to drink or make himself too vulnerable, but I predict a burgeoning friendship between them. Maybe more? They both seem a little lonely. Vulnerable, even. Romance isn’t THE point but it’s an important factor. This fic is rated R, but not for the reasons you might expect.

#upcoming projects #did NOT expect to take a break for four months #but if you've stuck by this long you have my sincerest gratitiude! #madeleine is not easy to make interesting #but she has to be if she's going to be a protag

[vampyrgoff]

First kiss W/ Rz!Michael Myers HC's

Rz!Michael Myers x fem!reader

contains—fluff, a lil suggestive?, maybe ooc Michael but i hope either way its enjoyable to read

requests— open! send requests besties <3

vampyr's note— idk I was bored? I got a lot of encouragement and lots of love from people on my first kiss hc's with the Sinclairs and I'm honestly so happy! cause I had a lot of fun writing for them🥺 also thanks for 100 followers! <3 NOT PROOFREAD!

word count— 891 words 4.7k characters

gif isn't mine! link to my other first kiss hc's &lt;3

reblogs, comments, and feedback are always appreciated<3

I won't lie, your first kiss with michael wasn't for awhile.

I like to think that your first encounter with him was him breaking into your house because he needed a place to hide.

Things lead to other things and you were taking care of this big man and basically showing him how to love and how to accept it.

He's basically mute, and only uses his voice whenever he absolutely needs to.

Your first kiss with him was basically an action you'd do to show your gratitiude

He'd make you your own paper mache mask, your heart swelling, and you felt yourself swooning for him.

Although his facial expression could be deemed as emotionless, his eyes spoke the truth. They gleamed with such pride, only you'd be able to really tell though.

You couldn't help but take the mask from his large but delicate hands and smile ear to ear.

As you examined the mask, Michael observedyour facial expressions, your flushed face and the way your eyes twinkled in the dim dining room light.

Michael loved observing you. It truly was his favorite passtime. If he wasn't making masks in your house, all he would do was follow you around like some lost ginormous puppy.

You kissed his cheek out of happiness.

Although his facial expression didn't budge, his body surely reacted to you as always.

His face flushed but you knew if you were to even bring it up or tease him about it, it would loop you in for one hell of a night.

You put your hand on his broad shoulder and he looks up at you with expectant eyes.

"Michael, can I kiss you?"

Such a simple question made the blond in front of you flush a more prominent pink.

You truly wouldn't know but Michael always wanted to kiss you, ever since you guys established the relationship. But what constantly held him back was the lack of experience. He was sure you had other lovers, and that said lovers were at least experienced in some way shape or form, but Michael never wanted to steal a kiss from you and you think anything negative about it.

Michael's response was to pat your butt, his way of telling you to sit on his lap as he scoots the dining chair away from the table trying to give you room to sit comfortably on him.

As you straddle him, your hands met with his broad chest, his head peering down at you a bit, blond locks over his face.

With a free hand, you reach up to his face and pull some strands away from his face and tuck it behind his ear, earning a small twitch at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to smile a bit but obviously stopped himself from doing so.

"Well can I?" you ask again.

Silence fills the room again and you see his gaze look down to his hands and he takes your hand into his, his hand swallowing yours in comparison as silent consent.

As you lean into him, your chests finally connecting and your hearts beating as one, you place a small gentle kiss to Michael's pretty pink lips.

To your surprise, he reciporates. His free hand flying to your waist. He quickly turns the light kiss into a heavy one, his lips hungry for more, but you pull away from him and rest your hand at his jaw, thumb caressing his slight stubble.

"M...More." His voice was husky and strained, it was obvious he was holding himself back to truly take what he wanted, something that he was used to doing in other aspects of his life.

Your heart was beating pretty fast at the sudden use of his voice. You knew that whatever happened to compel him to use his voice in this moment was a good sign that he liked this kiss, loved it even.

His eyes were so pretty, they told an entire story that only you could read. His eyes were dilated. The blue of his eyes now a smaller ring as his pupil became a bigger one.

He must have been feeling a lot of things in the moment. All thoughts about his behavior and such went away when he leaned into you again, not pressing his lips onto yours, but resting his forehead onto yours, he was breathing heavily, almost panting.

You revelled in the fact that only you can make Michael feel this way.

Only you can make hims so eager and needy for a bit of touching and a bit of kissing

You wrapped your arms around his neck and his large hands meet at your waist, he has the expectant look in his eyes, waiting for you to continue the kiss.

In moments like these, you felt like a mentor teaching the mentee. It was like you held authority over this big, burly, hunk of a man.

You had the control. You controlled the pace of everything and it was amazing. Of course Michael never saw it this way, if he did, things would go a lot different and a lot more chaotically.

The look in his eyes were so hopeful, his dead expression, looking less dead with the way his cheeks were dusted pink.

All I can say is... this man is wrapped around your finger.

#slashers #rz michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #rz myers x reader #rz halloween #slasher imagines #slasher fluff

[soft-girl-musings]

I know I just started following you but I came across this noir painting and honest to God, he looks like Oscar Isaac. I'm thinking so many thoughts.

But most importantly I've been toying with this idea for a while... I love vintage and may I present ... 1930s Noir Jake?

I see the vision, and I raise you norman jean roy's vogue shoot with oscar isaac and rachel brosnahan

!!! IT'S GIVING WHAT IT NEEDS TO GIVE

noir!Jake is going to rotate in my mind for ages, you have my eternal gratitiude 👀😫🫶

#i need you to know how excited this ask made me #jake lockley the unofficial loml #asks #mrsnadeem #jake lockley #moon knight

[pixelddump]

Happy Simblr Gratitiude Day to every single person I follow and interact with. There are way wayyyy way too many of you for me to mention individually but I absolutely love coming on tumblr and seeing all of your sims, builds, pet pictures, even ramblings about life - I'm very happy to be a part of this community and I'm very grateful for the interactions I recieve in turn. I hope we get to continue this for many many more years 💕

[percervall]

kindness & gratitiude

Player: Virgil van Dijk Words: 1086  Warnings: Fluff, dad!Virgil Request: Breakfast in bed - Heyyy I would like to request an imagine where it’s Mother’s Day and Virgil van Dijk and yns two kids surprise her with breakfast in bed 🤗🤗 A/N: Hope I did your idea justice! Quick language note: in Dutch, you often add the suffix -tje at the end of a word to make it a diminutive, hence Fleurtje Spruit means Brussels sprout. In Dutch people often use kleine spruit to talk about babies and/or small children mijn lief means my love

title from Gill Chang's Grattitude

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The sound of your daughters chatting animatedly pulls you from your sleep. You roll over only to find the other side of the bed empty. The sheets are still warm so your husband hasn’t been up long. You sigh and snuggle deeper into the duvet. Before you know it, you’re nodding off again until the sound of your bedroom door opening reaches you. 

“Sshh, mama is still asleep,” you hear your husband whisper, making you smile and you pretend to be still asleep. The mattress dips slightly and you feel your daughters climbing on. 

“Mama,” the eldest whispers not-so softly, trying her hardest not to be too loud. You sigh, groaning theatrically as you open your eyes. The stretching that follows is genuine, and you turn to sit up. 

“Good morning my lovelies, what a nice surprise to wake up to,” you say as you take in the sight of your daughters and husband on the bed. You spot the tray Virgil brought in and feel your lips tug up in a smile. He is truly the best husband and father you could have ever asked for. 

“What’s all this?” you ask, feigning not knowing what day it is. 

“It’s Mother’s Day mama!” your eldest daughter, Fleur, says. 

“We maked breakfast and papa helped!” your 3-year-old says proudly. You can’t help but smile and take in the breakfast they made you. There’s a handful of presents, all wrapped in sparkly pink paper. 

“I see you made me scrambled eggs on toast, my favourite. I am one lucky mama,” you muse and pull both girls closer. 

“We made enough so we can all eat in bed,” Virgil says and carefully moves to sit next to you, the tray on his lap. 

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A smile hasn’t left your face ever since your husband and children climbed into bed with you. You rest your head against Virgil’s shoulder as you watch Fleur and Sienna chatter away while finishing their breakfast. 

“Okay, who wants to give mama her presents?” Virgil asks and moves to take your empty coffee mug. His question is met by a chorus of “Me! Me! Me!” making you chuckle. Virgil hands each girl a present and sits down next to you with a gift of his own. 

“Okay, Fleur, how about you go first,” Virgil says. The six-year-old nods and moves closer. 

“Happy Mother’s Day, mama,” she says and gives you a big smooch on your cheek. You murmur a thank you and slide a finger under the wrapping paper. Dropping the paper onto the bed, you pull the lid of the box underneath. It has no logos, just plain cardboard. You gasp softly as you take in the gift. 

“Oh Fleurtje, thank you so much,” you say gently as you lift the new phone case out of the box. On the back is a picture of your husband and both daughters. It’s a candid shot from last year’s summer holiday to Italy, taken when Virgil wasn’t looking at the camera but focussed on the seashells the girls were showing him. You remember that moment vividly, and can almost hear the waves cresting the beach as you take in all the little details of the photo. 

You press a kiss to Fleur’s head of unruly curls, smoothing her hair down with your hand.

“Can I go, papa?” your youngest, Sienna, asks as she jumps up and down where she’s kneeling on the bed. Virgil chuckles and nods. The 3-year-old basically launches herself at you, snuggling into your lap as she hands you the gift. 

“‘Ere you go mama!” 

You laugh softly at her excitement and tear the wrapping paper off the box. It’s another plain cardboard box, no identifiers on the outside to clue you in on what you’ll find inside. You lift the lid and move the tissue paper aside.

“Thank you, spruit,” you say using the nickname Virgil gave her before she was even born. Lifting the new card holder out of the box, you run a finger over the leather as you take in the grapefruit design, feeling your initials embossed in the material. 

“It’s pink mama!” Sienna says, wrapping her arms around your neck as she hugs you. Hugging her back, you pepper her little face with kisses that leave her giggling and squealing. 

“I see baby, I love it!” Your heart soars, knowing your husband knows you well enough to get you practical gifts –things that had needed replacing anyway. 

“Okay, we have one more gift,” Virgil says and hands you the third box. This one isn’t wrapped in pink, glittery paper, but in thick navy blue paper. You glance at Virgil from the corner of your eye. The paper gives way to a logo you immediately recognise as a luxury jewellery brand and you stop, staring at the box. 

“Virg…” you start, trailing off.

“Hmm?” 

“This is too much,” you mutter, still holding the box.

“Look at me, mijn lief,” he murmurs. You raise your eyes to meet his, taken aback even after all these years at the love and adoration you see on his face.

“You deserve the world and more for all you do for our girls and me. I know you don’t care for materialistic things as tokens of my love for you, but I like spoiling my wife every now and then,” Virgil says, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. You nod and lift the lid of the box, pulling the velvet cloth away to reveal a delicate gold chain with three tiny gemstones equally spaced apart. It doesn’t take you long to figure out they’re the birthstones of your two girls and husband. You can feel your nose prickle with emotion as your eyes well up and a lump forms in your throat. Carefully, you lift the necklace out of the box, letting the chain slip through your fingers. 

“Thanks Virg, it’s beautiful,” you all but whisper, putting the necklace back down. Virgil smiles, lifting your face to look at him. He brushes his thumb against your cheek, catching the tear that had started rolling and leans in to kiss you. It’s a chaste kiss, just a brush of his lips against yours, but it gives you butterflies and leaves you a little breathless. 

“Anything for you, mijn lief,” he murmurs in the space between your lips, “there’s no one I’d rather do life with than you.”

Your lips tug up in a smile as your heart feels so full it could burst. 

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[makerscockandballs]

Here's Inquisitor Thelrael Lavellan! (Lots) more info under the cut:

23 but babyfaced. Above average height for an elf and lanky.

Artificer Archer, changed for the worse once he found out how to properly blow shit up with elemental mines. Effective to have in a fight, but needlessly destructive.

Wears lots of eyeliner but still can’t get the wing to look sharp

In a relationship with Dorian, close friends with Josephine, Krem and Iron Bull.

Slutty but without much success (prior to pulling Dorian)

Had a twin sister who died at the age of 10 from a venomous spider bite. They were supposed to get a Falon’Din and Dirthamen Vallaslin respectively, and he honored that connection to her. It’s also the reason he’s still terrified of spiders, but he will take that to his grave.

Was only sent to the Enclave because nobody else in his clan could go due to illness, death etc. Kind of like the last one to be picked in gym class, and now it’s everyone’s problem.

Really grew to like thick-soled boots and eventually, high heels. He just wants to be on eye-level with the humans & be obnoxious noticed while walking by.

Lets being Inquisitor get to his head, but at the same time doesn’t take the whole concept of the Inquisition seriously. It’s complicated.

His politics about choosing a side boil down to “My keeper & this cute tevinter guy I just met are mages and they’re cool. Also, I’m tired of being force-fed chantry stuff as a dalish elf. So screw the templars whatever the fuck they are!” <- guy who knows nothing about any of those factions

Has a penchant for cruelty towards some of his enemies, but it is an offputting gleeful cruelty. You never know beforehand if he will forgive instantly or give a fate worse than death to the person he’s judging. His moral compass is more of a moral Twister spinner wheel.

Smarter than he pretends to be, but very much not the brightest.

Spends lots of Inquisition money to support Dalish clans even outside of clan Lavellan & locate elven artefacts for them. On the other hand, he does not care much for history and lore by itself, preferring to see the elven pantheon as abstract concepts rather than person-like gods. He still enjoys the occasional story where they are personified, but only if it’s a funny one.

The only one who can get Solas to shut up by asking him questions. Due to not paying much attention to his Keeper’s tales, he has some outlandish ideas about history and lore. Some are so bad that Solas can’t bear even thinking about them and shuts down the conversation.

After Trespasser and disbanding the Inquisition, he went to his clan to recover. The craftswoman and keeper collaborated to design a bow for him. It was also a way to express gratitiude that he used his newfound power as Inquisitor to aid them, despite any past conflicts he had with the clan/Keeper. The bow and gesture mean a lot to him.

The prosthetic is enchanted ironbark. It wraps and unwraps like vines, moves along with him to stay tight yet comfortable and puts most of the force on his shoulder instead of the limb. In a way, you could call it a live plant.

After a few hours of wearing it, the enchantment starts to rub off in a way and feel tingly, later downright painful. At worst, it makes the insivible markings of the Anchor show up and hurt again. He needs to take breaks from wearing it, but often neglects that. Luckily Dorian knows one or two pain-reducing spells. All that causes him chronic pain, which he copes with through said spells and... more elemental mines. They’re therapeutic to him.

Outside of fights, he doesn’t wear a prosthetic most of the time. Dorian still has one custom-made for him with the newest tevene technology that even lets fingers move independently. Thelrael cherishes it a lot too, but his arm hurts too much most of the time (due to too many fights) so he rarely uses it.

He should be put in a blender on high

#ask me anything about my little guy and i shall cherish you forever #also maison surana would beat the shit out of him. they would be arch enemies #im still figuring out his outfit so he gets a more simple summery fit for now :) #thelrael lavellan #da:i #dragon age inquisition #da #dragon age #oc #my art