Hi there! I’m in love with your blog, and I know that there are a lot of specifically Pietro blogs, but I love your style, so I was wondering if you could do something of Pietro? Maybe it’s movie night and the reader never told anybody she liked to cuddle but Pietro kinda offers and he can’t stop staring at her and saying cute things then they fall asleep together all tangled. Idk I just need FLUFF!
A/N: I’ve changed the ‘never told anybody she liked to cuddle’ to ‘haven’t been cuddled for ages’ - I hope you still like it?
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: none, this is pure sweet fluff.
Another movie night, another rom-com on the agenda. How delightful, You thought to yourself. Everyone around you is either loved up or is having a casual friends-with-benefits arrangement. Meanwhile you’re stuck in the Avengers Tower, the rarest creature of them all - a singleton.
The signs as wise and encouraging things my friends have told me
<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Aries:</b> "The heart is not logical. It cannot be reasoned with."<p/><b>Taurus:</b> "Don't hold grudges, salt will kill you. Forgive, forget, and move on."<p/><b>Gemini:</b> "Some people will never change and will always be bitches. You're just going to have to deal with them."<p/><b>Cancer:</b> "The past is the past; you cannot change it."<p/><b>Leo:</b> "You need the space to leave more room in your heart to love yourself more than others."<p/><b>Virgo:</b> "See you just gotta look at the bigger picture - what do you want to do and what's going to get you there?"<p/><b>Libra:</b> "Make yourself proud."<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> "Sometimes you just gotta do the thing and let it happen."<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> "Just do what you need to do and trust that everything will turn out for the best."<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> "Be nice to yourself."<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> "Never stop being you. Don't change for anybody."<p/><b>Pisces:</b> "You are emotional and that is a beautiful thing. Don't forget that."<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
When You Are Super Self-Conscious and Hate Yourself (Requested)
Namjoon never understood how you could hate yourself. To him, you were his earth, sun and moon. Whenever you smiled, his heart was set on flutter. He felt bad that he couldn’t show you his appreciation more often.
He had came home after a long day at work and found you staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You sighed sadly and pinched the meat around the hips.
“Y/n….” Namjoon whispered your name. You felt tears form in the corners of your eyes. You sound yourself so hideous sometimes, you couldn’t stand to look at yourself. Namjoon knew this all too well. He made you turned and lifted your chin with his fingers.
“Look at that beautiful woman in the mirror. Everything about her is perfect just the way it is.”
Jin would hate the way you would frown when you saw yourself in the mirror. Or how when you saw a pretty girl, you’d tense up and avoid eye contact at all cost. Jin wanted you to feel like the most beautiful girl in the world and stop hating yourself.
Jin found you looking at a fashion magazine in great detail. He saw the way your eyes would water when seeing a super beautiful model. He’d gently close the magazine and cup your face in his hands.
“You are absolutely beautiful the way you are. Don’t let anything tell you otherwise.”
Yoongi was in your shoes at one time. Starving himself to appear more handsome for the public. At one time, you did think of yourself as pretty, but that was long ago. Yoongi hated the way you wouldn’t even take pictures with him because you despised the way you looked.
Yoongi and you were sitting in his studio with you pulled into his lap. He was scrolling through his timeline when a new Girl Group popped up on his phone. They were all so young and pretty in your eyes. Yoongi saw that familiar sadness in your eyes and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“These girls will never hold a candle to you Y/n. You are my girl, my pretty girl.”
Hobi could see you retracting back into you shell. You had came so far, too far to fall back now. You found yourself disgusting, from the way your eyes would squint when you laughed, to how your favorite shirt fit you. Whenever Hobi seen you, he saw the most wonderful human being to ever exist.
Hobi and you were having a lazy day with the boys, laying back and watching some T.V. He saw you turnt he front camera of your phone on and immediately lock your phone a second later. You had gotten a glimpse of a bad angle, which Hoseok was certain there never was of you, and felt a knot form in your stomach.
“Here baby, why don’t we take a selfie together? I don’t nearly have enough of my beautiful girlfriend.”
You’d never had much self-confidence, even when you were a child. You’d compare yourself to impossible beauty standards and then become upset when you couldn’t reach them. Jimin on the other hand, thought that you WERE the beauty standard.
Tonight was date night with Jimin. You zipped up the small slit in your dress and turned to the mirror. You could have nearly vomited at the sight. Jimin came in to see you trying to tear off the fabric.
“Hey, hey!” Jimin grabbed your arms and pressed various kisses to your face. “You look beautiful Y/n. Look at how sexy you are.” You forced your eyes to look at the reflection staring back at you. Jimin smiled once you stopped trying to take the dress off. “I want to show you off. I like the idea of the dress off, but for a totally different reason.”
Tae watched you whenever a girl walked by. You’d raise your shoulders and drop your head. In your head, everyone was better than you. Even in pictures, you’d refuse to smile because you despised the way your teeth looked.
It was even worse dating an Idol. Taehyung was perfect from head to toe just like he was supposed to be. He finally realized how bad your state of mind was when he found you sobbing in the bathroom one morning.
“It’s alright Princess.” He kneeled down to your level and saw the bottle of metabolism pills at your feet. Luckily you hadn’t taken any, your gut overpowering your mind. “You don’t need these Y/n. You are the light of my life and you should never change for anybody else.”
Kookie, being the youngest, would have the same issues you suffered with. Though you got the blunt of the attack since you’d always felt a bit self-conscious. When you openly started to date Jungkook, it just got worse. Fans would constantly put you down, telling you how worthless you were and that you didn’t deserve Jungkook.
You’d had enough. You were frantically packing your bags, ready to leave Jungkook for the sake of his career. Jungkook came home from practice early to find you crying on the bedroom floor with the bag zipper broken.
“I don’t care what they say Y/n.” He’d pull you up and to his chest, stroking your hair. “You are amazing. Please don’t hate yourself, my love.”
The gazing eyes of truth and reality has beat me with a stick all of my life. I am about to graduate high school and in recent days my mind is traveling backwards into my past, into the depths of my soul. A normal and easy childhood, tattered with the pain of bullying and high expectations, along with mental disorder labels smacking me in the face. Feelings of lonesome often followed me down a dark road, but through out my past I went in and out of the light.
I had dreams of being the center of attention, awing a crowd, spreading a message. I suppose that is why I was attracted to the performing arts. I had always loved to sing and acting was a little up there with it. So I tried musicals, voice lessons, and most of all tried so hard to force my voice to sound good enough for people to like it that I lost my natural voice and keen emotional connection in whichever song I was singing.
My natural voice hid behind the walls of my own skin and the only time my real emotions in a song would come out was when I wasn’t trying to perform for anybody, when I was just connecting with the song, and having my own moment. For me, and me only. And maybe that’s why I never got the solos in choir, because I never felt it or maybe I just was no good. It wasn’t for me anymore. I tried too hard.
Then, I realized that writing had always been my outlet, I never had to change it for anybody, people always seemed to like it, and I still love to sing and act goofy and be all crazy. I do it for me now, but don’t get me wrong, somedays I fallback into the trap of trying too hard to impress and get people’s approval.
But that’s okay, because times when I have tried the least hard to impress anybody, were my most successful periods in my life. I made amazing friends after I stopped trying to pretend to be somebody I wasn’t. My grades got higher when I stopped trying to dumb myself down. I became prettier when I stopped giving a crap about how I looked.
So as you go on with you life, in whichever stage you are in, with whatever struggle or identity crisis you are facing, remember that you don’t have to perform for anybody, but yourself.
Ever since the fight, you’ve been completely unreasonable.
You are the unreasonable one! You’ve been unreasonable way before the fight! You’re the most unreasonable, stubborn person I have ever met, and I am never gonna change my mind on that, no matter what anybody says!
BTS React To: Their GF being self conscious about her skinniness
Hello there! Thank you for your patience. I have been having a body positive day today so I thought this request would be a good one to spread some self love for all those who are insecure. <3 As someone who has had comments made to me on both sides of the body shaming issue (being “too fat” or “too skinny”), I can definitely relate. I hope you enjoy!
P.S. I am happy to write another one of these for the other side of the body shaming issue. Please let me know if you would like to see that and I can do it when I reopen requests! <3
Author: liketolaugh Summary: Allen is tired of fighting with Link. In the absence of raw emotion, both of them can say their piece, and if the air isn’t cleared, it’s at least a little easier to see. (Link finally explains his loyalty to Leverrier. In return, Allen tells him about Mana.)
If anyone can show me, and prove to me, that I am wrong in thought or deed, I will gladly change. I seek the truth, which never yet hurt anybody. It is only persistence in self-delusion and ignorance which does harm.
You are balloons at a party, you are that warm feeling you get when you’re in love, you are funny you are joy you are pure happiness.
When you make the decision to be in a relationship you commit. You are incredibly loyal and faithful. You love to show off your partner, you want the whole world to know about them and how they are yours. You are very romantic in relationships and you love to keep the flair alive. However you will never change anybody!! You require to be treated like a king/queen, your fuel for the relationship is attention and love. You want to feel special and as if you’re the only girl/guy in the world to your partner. You are very very confident in love, you aren’t afraid to make the first move or be affectionate.
You don’t like negative people or very much drama. You will only experience love later in life. You are witty, and charming, that’s how you catch your partner’s eye. Through slick comments and humor. -Riley
most vegans are women because women are very emotional and easy to manipulate and control. guys will never change for anybody or cry for stupid cow.
guys this person sent me 17 messages (some paragraphs long) of this odd female degrading anti-vegan (plus some disturbing rapey ones) spiel…like the wifi in your parents’ basement must be really good….
hello there, it’s me, scarlett, better known as dickholascage on tumblr dot com, or even better known as ringostoner on tumblr dot com. i’m fifteen. here’s a picture of me in my bathroom:
i’ve covered up my face with my true form because i listened when my teacher told me about internet safety. you should listen too
i’m a girl. i have short hair, and a lot of the stuff i wear is boys’ stuff. i often get mistaken for a boy, and that’s cool. i just correct people and they’re all apologetic and we move on. i’m very much a tomboy, and i get teased by my friends about it a lot. i don’t mind that much, as i know they don’t mean to offend me.
but i draw the line when the little shits on my bus call me by ‘it’, or when a boy i know told me “y’know why people think you’re a boy? y’know why people think you’re a boy? it’s because you are a boy” in history today.
so i pose this question:
what the fuck does my clothing and my hair have to do with my gender? i’m a girl, who has short hair. shocking
i used to think of myself as the lowest of the low because of people’s comments about me and how i looked. i didn’t want to change who i was, but i thought no one would ever like me in any way other than a friend way because i didn’t look like a girl. thankfully, i’ve been proven wrong and my self-esteem has improved greatly.
the things people say to me still do annoy me, or hurt me, but the one thing i will never do is change myself for anybody else.
YOU. DO. YOU.
don’t let anyone mock you for the way you dress, or the length of your hair, or how you act.