#myword

[mambo68]

Unusual world

#unusualworld #lightfeatures #myword #myspace #mobilphotography #macro photography #formabontóvilág #fényvonások

[oeldeservesthenorris]

OH. 👀👀👀👀👀👀

#dougie hamilton #nhl #nhl hockey #new jersey devils #nhl players #nhl2022-2023 #myword #goodness #gracious

[poemwomenn]

Kocaman bir boşluktu ama hiç bi yere sığıdırmadı..

#myword

[yesilbi-blog]

Aitlik ve ait olmak,

Birine ait olmak değil bir yere ait olmak bahsetmek istediğim. Büyüdüğüm eve ait hissetmemek mesela daha küçükken doğduğun evde çokta rahat hissetmediğini fark etmek büyüyünce bir misafir gibi. Ağzında ben nereye gideyim bilemiyorum ki diye cümleler geçmesi. Büyürken ait hissedeceğin bir ev aramak. Hani insanlar evine girer ve ohh evim der huzur bulur, dinlenir, ev sıcaklığı olan, güvenli hissettiren bir yerdir. Ben bunu aradım senelerce tam olarak böyle bir yere ait oldum da diyemem henüz. Ne bir şehir ne bir ev. Bir tanıdığım vardı karaya ait değilim derdi belki de bambaşka bir durum benimkisi de ne bileyim.

#belongornot #my blog #my diary #my feelings #myword #mylife

[changinglives2pure]

Oh #myword, #khylerrayne! 🥹 Wow, this really took me by surprise today. 🥰 #theyarewatching #englishhomework #firstdraft https://www.instagram.com/p/CiOME2OuNf6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#myword #khylerrayne #theyarewatching #englishhomework #firstdraft

[delicateporcelaindoll]

#mine #mywords #girlblogger #girlblogging #lux lisbon #coquette aesthetic #pink aesthetic #coquette #dollette #sofia coppola #nicole dollanganger #nessabarrett #ethelcain #lizzygrant #lanadelrey #poetry #marilyn monroe #this is a girlblog #girlblog #girlhood #femalerage #bpd #bpd thoughts #bpd blog #sparkle jump rope queen #the virgin suicides #this is what makes us girls #sylviaplath #girl interrupted #daisy randone

[bandersnatchers]

I think something that always makes me cry about Astarion is just his learning what he can be like when he actually has safety and a support system. (Warning: the admittedly overly long essay has some spoilers)

Like sure in his initial dealings with you, it might look like he disapproves of good deeds if you're not choosing sassy answers.

But the man's been mentally/sexually/physically abused for 200 years and he straight up believes people can't genuinely care. All he has is his survival instinct and the knowledge of what hell is like. You beat a dog enough and all it knows is violent anger, and you meet him after he has just been given a slice of freedom from those centuries of beatings. He's terrified it's going to be taken away from him. Of course hes not going to be wanting to do things that could risk this freedom. Of course he's going to fall back on the only way he knows to barely survive - manipulation and cruelty.

But as the story goes on, if you show him you actually care, that you're genuinely nice, he learns he actually has safety with your character, stability even. This doesn't even have to be romantic, like the scene where you just back him up and say "Astarion is his own person, he makes his own choices" is a literal shock to his system. He has not had simple autonomy in over 200 years, I can't even imagine what that does to your mindset. And if you do go down the romantic route and you're actually accepting of him wanting to slow down and that you still genuinely care about him... He learns that as a survivor he's still worth love even if he doesn't provide sexual gratification. That his companionship is all you need - that he's worth it. That he's more than it.

There was definitely hints of him caring before. I mean I was sitting at high approval with him for a while, and you can definitely see through his sassiness that he is starting to care about the party. After this though, he just genuinely sees your character as someone he can depend on, and he starts approving of good actions ie) giving food to kids, letting yenna stay with you. And he approves because he's not as terrified anymore. He's not frantically clutching at resources or power or safety, because for the first time, with these companions, he doesn't need to. For the first time he sees that people can be genuinely caring and that's okay and good. He sees that maybe even he can be genuinely caring. The bond with the group grows SO much, and he finally has people he can rely on and that rely on him.

And when you get to act 2/3 (depending on where you separate the acts) and you learn what Cazador wants, you see him start to get mean and defensive again and it's because he's terrified he's going to lose everything he just recently grasped. His instinct is to power grab - what he mainly knows is that power means people can't hurt you - means you can hurt them instead. He's up against his abuser of 200 years and while yea, the group is strong and by this point you've likely done some incredible feats, 200 years of abuse makes Cazador the most terrifying monster to him. Furthermore, as you progress towards Cazador, Astarion has to witness what 200 years of his slavery has done to others, has to look them in the eye when he didn't even know they were still alive. He has to contend with what he was forced to do, what this means for others, what this means for him.

Astarion is then given such a potential boon - he can make it all go away. He can make the 7000 spawn go away. He can make Cazador go away. He can make the last 200 years go away. He can be free in the sun. He can make it so no one can ever hurt him again, forever. All he has to do is follow through with what most of his life has taught him - that cruelty and power are the only things that matter. All he has to do is kill 7000 victims (and oh how easily he can spin this to be a good thing), and all he has to do is kill his damned master (this is a good thing I will admit).

But this isn't that story. This is a story about a survivor that finally had the support and love to learn that he is more than what was done to him, and what he was forced to do. This is a story about a person who looks at exactly what terrifies him the most, and decides I will break this cycle of abuse, I will look it dead on, while with my friends, my new family, and I will stop it. This is a story about a person who learns that yes, certainly, there are cruel things in this world, horrors that haunt you, but this is a world full of love and care and he can help it. He can love and care for it, or in the very least start with his companions.

I haven't progressed much past this part yet, but thinking about it always makes me tear up. I know the story going forward could have some devastating twists, but right now I'm just excited to see what Astarion is like with this chapter over. Im very thankful Larian gave us this story of survivorship and love.

#astarion #astarion spoilers #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #mywords

[rumor-imbris]

There is no sky, no storm like You and no fiercer wish of mine to run under your rainfall

#ratonhnhaké:ton #connor ac3 #connor kenway #assassin's creed 3 #ac3 #ac edit #acedits #my ac3 edit #ac3 edit #assassin's creed 3 edit #ACIII #Assassin's Creed III #assassin's creed #my words #my writing #poems on tumblr #poem of the day #poems for him #poetsontumblr #mywords #love notes #free verse #mywriting

[iamagentcoop]

*sneaks back in* Almost exactly 3 years after it started posting, I finished Oakland? So for anyone out there interested, if you want to read in its entirety, IT IS NOW AVAILABLE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26446165/chapters/64435024…

(Also, enjoy the original graphic I made for it. Design is my passion.)

#aftg #neil josten #andrew minyard #all for the game #mywords

[abitbrokenpoetry]

there will be disappointments. That’s the nature of life. There will be cruelty. And days the darkness will feel like it’s suffocating you. There will be relationships lost, lovers, friends. And there will be loneliness. And nights when it feels like the world ends. but there will also be mornings. moments that make your eyes shimmer with tears of hope. And there will be those that stay(maybe forever). There will be tiny droplets of light to find even on the darkest of days(if you look for it). And every night the world ends, you can open your eyes and make a new one the next morning (if you want to).

#poetry #poet #writerscreed #mypoetry #writer #mywords #female writers #poetrylovers #femalepoet #inspirational #quotes #inspirational quotes #inspirational words #use the poeticstories tag to get your work seen here #spilled ink #poetic thoughts #deep thoughts

[smblmn]

My fic for the New Traditions: a Red White & Royal Blue Advent calendar event from @rwrbprompts:

Flirting for Dummies

In the time it takes for him to collect his things to go, June and Nora have dissolved into a fit of giggles and are offering more useless advice. Alex leaves June’s apartment with Nora’s voice saying “you still have a month, give him a chance,” ringing in his ears and more laughter accompanying her suggestion. Give Henry a chance? what is it that they don’t understand about the fact that Henry doesn’t like Alex and he won’t talk to him?

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #red white and royal blue fanfic #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fic #firstprince #firstprince fic #mywords

[myfashionburden]

It is that special time of year

Hi y'all.

Sorry for not posting that frequent lately. I had a burnout from my job, but vacation soon! ♡

It is that special time of year, where I love diving in the fashion worlds of Heaven Gaia and Paolo Sebastian, for some reason they give me winter vibes, I hope you still will follow along. Below one of my favorite gifs from 2020.

Happy December! xoxo

#heaven gaia #paolo sebastian #fashion #style #runway #gifs #glittery #fashion edit #coutureedit #fashiongifs #mywords #imback #myfashionburden

[lipglossfantasy]

I hope your go to person knows how lucky they are..❤️

#mywords #coffee shop thoughts

[babblydrabbly]

Flufftober Day 31 | Rick Flag x Reader

a/n - "And with that the 2022 season comes to an end" ♡

Alright kiddos, I gave @flufftober a shot! This one will be my last fic this year. Have my favorite fluffy trope: idiots in love.

prompt - a sweet treat

fluff - 1000 words - warnings: argus!agent reader. gn!reader. mutual pining. food mention. pre-the suicide squad 2021. admittedly the author's size kink might be showing in this one a little bit what who said that

It’s been an entire season of missed chances, and Rick Flag is officially sick of it. 

Between his time away on missions and your time away from base, it’s as if the universe is trying to keep him away but not this time.

When he hears word that you’re coming in today, he doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t want to risk a prison-wide lockdown or an emergency leave getting in the way. 

Today’s the last week of the year— the last week you bake anything for the office— and Rick will be damned if you close up shop before he gets the chance to try something, anything you’ve made for all those morons who don’t even like you as much as he does.

He’s sick of hearing Harcourt and Economos' damn bragging.

Your cookies, your cupcakes, your oh-so-amazing fruit tarts with, quote: “The sweetest berries we’ve ever tried”. 

Harcourt. Rick impatiently hits the open button to the elevator several times before it even stops. Harcourt doesn’t even like sweets. Somewhere in his gut Rick knows she’s just doing it to irk him. Knows that you’re his favorite comms operative and more.

The doors open with a soft chime as Rick steps out into the hallway. 

He pauses before knocking. The smell of cinnamon and other spices he can’t name waft through the door of your small, Belle Reve issued living quarters— and suddenly Rick fucking Flag is nervous.

Did he really just leave Harcourt mid-sentence and march all the way across the facility to come see you? 

Rick swallows thickly and blinks like he’s just realized where he is.

Quickly running his fingers through his sandy hair, Rick clears his throat and knocks before he steps away from the door. 

You ask your unexpected guest to wait a minute before yanking it open. Rick’s eyes widen as much as yours do.

“Oh! Colonel,” You greet with just about as much confusion.

He’s seen you in plenty of different gear, but never an apron and a pair of mittens. You step aside and let Rick into your small space— Nothing much more than a kitchen and a double bed just beyond that. 

He opens his mouth to speak when that smell of something absolutely divine hits him even harder than before. 

“Something wrong, Flag?”

“No, I—” The colonel takes a large step inside and pauses. You’ve never seen the grown man look so sheepish. “I heard you were bringing something in today and I… well, it’s forward. But I figured, I always miss out. Thought I’d catch you before Waller drags me away.”

The tension in Rick’s shoulders eases as your face lights up. You offer him a small laugh before turning to open the oven. 

“Well, you’re just in time.” You say. Rick watches you take a large tray of something out and follows you over to the counter where a towel is waiting. 

You set the tray down atop it and Rick gets a good look at some of the biggest cinnamon rolls he’s ever seen.

“You made all that ‘n this little kitchen?” 

You shrug shyly. That small smile plays on your lips— the one Rick can't help but stare at. “Had to go into town for some things, but yeah.” 

Rick lets you guide his large frame over to the stool which serves as the only sitting place in the entire room. He looks a little funny there— about three times too big for such a small seat. His knee even bends with how long his legs easily reach the ground. 

You make quick work of scooping one of the center rolls onto a plate, but it’s the next part that has Rick locked on you with wide hazel eyes again. 

Dolloping a large spoonful of cream cheese frosting on top of the roll with precision, you smooth it out with the back until it looks like something out of a cookbook. And then you do it— You swipe a lick of the spoon, just a bit. Your pink tongue darts over your bottom lip to catch a bit of frosting and Rick Flag’s pulse skyrockets like it hasn’t in a long damn time. 

You startle when Rick says your name a little too loud. 

“Sorry,” He shifts in his seat. Trying again in a calmer tone, he searches for the words carefully. “I might’ve also come up here to, uh, ask you something, now that I think about it.”

You arch a brow. 

An unfamiliar wave of hesitation washes over the man. Busying himself with the plate in front of him, he cuts off a piece of the roll with his fork and shoves it into his mouth.

“I was hopin’— Well, I was wonderin’— Christ, this is good.” He chokes out gruffly behind his fist.

Quietly, you place the spoon in your hand into the sink and take your time as Rick chews. When he’s finally through his first bite, you place your elbows on the counter and lean in so close Rick has to inch back. It’s a funny image. Like a fawn spooking a big bear.

“Richard, I’ve made something every week for the past three months in the hopes that at least my baking would catch your attention. And every week, something gets in the way. So I really, really hope your question is ‘Will you go out to dinner with me,’ or else I may just have to tie you up and make dinner for you right here instead.”

He blinks at you wordlessly several times. An eon seems to pass as your little bit of bravado fades. Did you really just hit on your superior? On Colonel Flag? You really just went and did it now, didn't you?

You shrink when he finally leans in to meet you, but where you expect more of that stunned look, you find a spark of heat instead.

“Alright...How about I do you one better and make something for you, huh? How about tonight?” 

You arch a brow at him, shocked. “You cook?”

“I grill.” He clarifies with a lopsided smile. “Don’t tell no one, but some of the other boys keep one over by the hangar. For when we get sick’a the mess hall food.”

With that hint of sugar and spice still on his tongue and the look in your eyes as he stands back up to his full height, Rick lets the doubt from earlier roll off him. 

‘I’ve made something every week for the past three months…’ For him. 

Rick reaches up to grasp your chin between his calloused fingers gently.

“Let me do all the cookin’ for you this time, darling,” A smirk forms when he notices the flush creep up your face. “And if you feel like it, y'can still tie me up after if you want to.”

#flufftober #day 31 #rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #suicide squad #dceu #mywords*

[submissiveinclination]

In all that i am, and ever will be, it is the moon that has set me free.

~sleepy smile~

#goodnight moon #justthisgirl #justmywords #mywords #submissiveinclination