When she is born they wrap her in the warm, woolly blanket of ‘no’s and 'cant’s so that when she grows up she learns the painful art of shrinking. Her first childish rebellious thought is “I wish I was born a boy!” as her little brows furrow in blossoming anger; and if she could discard her girlness like the cape of a superhero and be free of its claustrophobic presence she would have. She is told because she is of the people who live in war that this is normal- this daily internal dying. She learns how to be less so that those lesser than her feel tall. She learns fulfillment, even pride in the shrinking. She learns the words “shame” and “honour” before she learns the word “I” and she learns that she is a walking disaster, temptation and aversion, a walking threat, dirt walking for what may be, what could be. So she learns that what could be and what may be are more important than what can be and what should be. So she learns hiding, shrinking, fading, fasting, existing without being seen, being without making a sound, surviving each minute perfecting the profound art of absolute stillness. Even as she grows to believe that the ache of her anxious, nervous heart- the rabid, trapped fluttering of her rapidly beating heart against her rib cage- is girlhood.
She grows up hearing epic love stories of Shirin and Ferhad, Mem u zin, and Layla and Majnun by night but during the day wakes to hearing stories of honor killings and self immolation and grows to believe that violence- the silencing, swift slice of death are normal daily acts of existence like breathing and sleeping - for women, only for women. Prophetically, looms omnious the awareness of the impeding doom of fading girlhood into ill-fated womenhood. She learns that love in her world is violence and escape. Its death and freedom and its the ominous in the loving paternal advice of chastity; its the unshakable clutch in the loving maternal guidance to accept that what has been will always be, will always be until “will always be” echoes in the aching corners of her tender, struggling, fading spirit. She learns cognitive dissonance as she internalizes violence while her rebellious spirit, like a withering fading flame slams itself against the prison complex of her body and mind and says “wait, wait, wait. Survive. Your day will come. It will come…” So as she perfects the art of silence, the art of internalised inertia, she struggles, breath after breath, fantasizing grand narratives of bleak self liberation. And she waits, breath after breath, for the moment- even as she doesn’t recognize that as she was perfecting the art of dying she still breathed.
Idea: BBT but it’s not the protagonists it’s the rivals that have to defeat Paradox
- Jack gets his Dragon stolen. Jack spends the next half an hour shouting at Yusei like it’s his fault
- Manjoume honestly couldn’t care less if Johan’s card got stolen ok maybe he cares a little but this guy didn’t even consider him like a threat or someone who could have a useful card and now Manjoume will find him and show him not to underestimate Manjoume-Thunder. It’s a matter of honor and of what little self esteem he has
- Manjoume and Jack having to somehow both travel on Jack’s D-Wheel. Jack would be pissed off about it is already as it is but that thing doesn’t have the space for two people. It just doesn’t
- Kaiba unfortunately doesn’t have a grandfather that can temporarily die under the debris, but I guess any kind of beloved family member works here :D
- Ok but really imagine his reaction to that
- “I WILL DESTROY HIM BY MYSELF I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!” “WELL I CAN DEFEAT HIM FASTER STOP GETTING IN MY WAY!” “NEITHER OF YOU IS REMOTELY AS GOOD AS ME STAND ASIDE!”
- *forty minutes of duel where they constantly fuck up each other’s strategies*
- Paradox (baffled) “you guys aren’t really good at teamwork, aren’t you?” Kaiba (disgusted and twice as murderous as before), Manjoume (enraged and haunted by high school memories), Jack (offended that this person just implied that he isn’t the best at everything): “tEaMwORK?!?!!??”
- How does Jack get his Dragon back? Who knows, surely not Kaiba and Manjoume, the first is too focused on tearing Paradox to little pieces, the second on proving he’s better than the others
- Every time Jack says the word “King” a vein on Kaiba’s forehead starts to throb
- They win because they somehow manage to each summon their ace monsters despite how they keep somehow sabotaging each other
- Jack and Manjoume have to share a D-Wheel again
- Kaiba finds Pegasus at the end of the event and goes, “you have no idea what I just had to go through but know it was your fault and now I need to get drunk and you are paying for the booze”
- Drunk!Kaiba hugging Mokuba and crying
- Manjoume goes home and screams
- Jack goes home and screams. At Yusei. Because he made the mistake of asking if everything was alright
Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Uraraka Ochako Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina, Uraraka Ochako, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Midoriya Izuku, Kendou Itsuka, Kirishima’s family (ocs) Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Coming Out, Bad Jokes, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Post-Canon, some characters have PTSD so light angst, but also so much fluff, SO MUCH HUMOR, I squished as many memes as I could into this story, POV Third Person, happy stuff, self-indulgent story, not your regular fake dating AU Summary: It all goes okay when Kirishima decides to come out to his friends and it all goes wrong when decides that Bakugou is the best fake boyfriend material.
Private or public, doesn't matter! I'm weak and self conscious and I want to be neither of those; I just moved and I've decided to find an Activity; would you recommend Krav Maga to someone like me? Do you need to have any Experience in Things first? Thank you for being a sunshine person for all of us!!
YES i recommend krav maga to someone like you!!! i recommend it to everybody, everywhere. you don’t have to have any experience or strength or fitness level to start. i didn’t. i mean, i run a lot, but i have noodle arms and frankly bad ankles. you can just start wherever you are.
the other thing is: i’m a pretty confident person, most of the time, which is to say that i have accepted all the terrible things about me that i cannot change. but krav maga has really helped me feel like, protective of my own body, in a way that i never did before? i’m not saying i could actually win in a street fight or anything, i mean, you still don’t want me as your second in an honor duel, but learning self defense has made me…want…to defend myself? if that makes sense? it has reframed my body and my person in my thoughts not as something that i just have to live with but as something that’s worth defending.
which is weird because my body/my person is…me…my own self? but i had never really thought of it that way before, as something that i would fight tooth and nail for, you know what i mean? i think even beyond it being kind of a nice thing to know you could defend yourself if you had to, learning how also trains you to believe that you are valuable and worth defending. worth working really hard to defend. i didn’t expect that when i started.
also, and maybe this is just my krav maga gym, but it is the sweetest, kindest, most encouraging group of people who just want to teach you how to fuck somebody up.
The Goddess is a woman who is a warrior. She is fierce and wild. She loves deeply and is compassionate towards all life. She is passionate and uncontrolled. She is untamed and she is free. Her thoughts are not in the past or in the future, -she is totally absorbed by the now and here.
A Goddess stands up for herself and knows that she is the creator of her reality. Responsible and courageous she paves her way through life gracefully and smiling.
While many men wish to find this Goddess, they often lack in understanding who a Goddess really is ~and that, so very often sets the stage for unfulfilling relation-ships, heart-breaks and other disasters.
Once awakened men find that woman who has activated her Goddess energy and power they must develop master skills to keep her. And that is exactly what she wants from him. She wants her man to evolve and embody the highest version of himself, his God Self.
A Goddess knows what she wants, what she doesn’t want and she will be clear about it.
A Goddess does not bend herself to make a man like her, want her or even love her. She loves herself unconditionally and she has no need for confirmation.
A Goddess does not comply with rules or society’s standards and she won’t care what others think of her. She honors her Goddess-Self, that is all that counts for her in her world.
A Goddess does not accept ‘no’ for an answer. She is a fighter and a victor. She knows how powerful she is and how to manifest her desires.
A Goddess is never dependent. She is the Mother, the sacred life giver and that makes her the strongest leader of all.
A Goddess will always and in all ways speak her truth, you can take it or leave it but you cannot twist it.
But an awakened man knows that a Goddess can show him the essence of life and the meaning of magic, if he is not afraid to handle her passion.
A Goddess will take her man to the depths of his own soul and make him face his demons, if he is not afraid to handle her fire.
A Goddess leads her man to another dimension. A world unkown to him until he met her but he can only reside there if he is as fearless as she is.
A Goddess pours out her love like a man may not have ever experienced before but only if he can stand up to the very truth of his Goddess.
A Goddess protects her beloveds fiercely as long as they look her in the eyes with loyalty.
A Goddess can change a man’s life forever, the direction it takes is entirely based on the choices he makes, between fear and love.
One cannot play games or hide truth from a Goddess. An awakened woman sees all.
She knows about intentions, she might even read minds and she will make absolutely sure a man eager for her heart is a God equal to her before she shares her inner Queendom and her deepest secrets with him.
A Goddess protects and hides her vulnerability from men; instead she shows her strength, until a man’s heart and love is pure enough to pierce through the shell and be allowed in.
It is neither through words that one can impress her, nor with money, possessions or titles but only through the power of an open heart and a calm mind that steps forward with absolute clarity and truth.
Nightingale (Part 1) [Slade’s Daughter!Reader x Damian Wayne]
So I have an OC version of this story on fan-fiction -it’s called “Nightingale” if you’re curious, but I decided to put a reader insert version of the story on tumblr for you guys. Just a heads up, in this story the reader is the daughter of Slade and also has the abilities to manipulate fire.
(Y/N)- your name, (Y/N/N)- your nickname, (Y/F/I)- your favorite instrument, (Y/A)-your allergy, (Y/E/C)- your eye color
You were completely lifeless… your arms and legs completely drained as your mind began to flicker back to life. You couldn’t remember where you last were; your thoughts were too fogged to even think of where you currently were, strapped to a chair in a dimly lit place.
“You had quite the tumble (Y/N); I find it best you don’t strain yourself.”
The voice was sharp and precise, a collected, calculating tone behind it; somewhat aged and deep to be that of a man –and the very same voice you’d recognized instantly.
"Now don’t play coy, girl. You know me, you just have to remember.”
It all came back, the kidnapping, the massive bunkers under Gotham, the escape attempt, the assassins, the girl with white hair named Rose whom you’d discovered was your half-sister, your own father whom you’d found out was a deadly criminal otherwise known as Deathstroke…
Your head shot up; revealing her black, blued, and bloodied face as you spoke in revelation.
“Father..” you stared blankly with eyes gazing the ground.
Your blank expression began to boil into one of rage; your cuffed hands balling into fists as you gritted your teeth.
“Incorrect, sperm donor. You don’t know me. You hadn’t known me for years.”
A scowl plagued his face as he slowly turned to face you; his ice blue eye narrowing underneath his mask as he slammed his hands down onto your cuffed wrists.
“Oh sweet (Y/N); you have your mother’s innocence –but my wrath, her round face and wide smile, but my persistent sadness. I know everything about you, from your determination to be an honorable person, your constant self-loathing and your unbearable loneliness, to your (Y/F/I) practice schedule, your bad influence group home roommate, your uneven sleep pattern, and your severe allergy to (Y/A).”
You stared at him with (Y/E/C) eyes wide as saucers as your jaw dropped open; your mind beginning to identify the large dim lit space you were in as a warehouse. Your mind was too pre-occupied on his statement to notice the many assassins lurking around you.
"You see (Y/N/N), I’ve been watching you for quite some time, trying to find the best moment to jump into your life again and persuade you to follow me into mine; the same way Rose had years ago” He interrupted while taking a step back from you.
“You’d have to kill me first.” You spat out
“You seem unsure of yourself dear… or at least the constant nightmares you have tell me so. You know what you are (Y/N), it terrifies you as much as it terrified every family that tried to adopt you –and brought you back to your group home.”
Your balled fists caught aflame as you growled deeply; your eyes darkening to a complete pitch black as the surge of strength that flowed through you, snapping the metal handcuffs that held your hands and feet down to the chair. The smell of burnt metal lingered as you stepped closer to Slade; Slade playfully stepping back as a smirk crossed his masked face.
“There’s my little monster.” He growled
You whipped around turning her back towards him, the flame in both of your fists flickering on and off as you grabbed your forehead.
“No.. NO THIS ISN’T ME!”
“An orphan with no friends or family to cling on to, and yet you stick to your moral code even though the promise of a better life is right in front of you. Foolish Girl, that mindset got your mother slain.”
He pushed you over the edge, your fists emerging in large flame as you jumped back around; darkness over taking you as your flaming fist met his face knocking him back.
“HOW DARE YOU!” you exclaimed in your mother tongue
“SHE WAS THE BRAVEST WOMAN I’D EVER KNOWN; AND THE STRONGEST PERSON I’D EVER SEEN. HER ONLY MISTAKE WAS TRUSTING A PERSON AS LOWLY AS YOU! YOU’RE A COWARD! A DIRTY COWARD WHO TOOK ADVANTAGE OF HER AND LEFT BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T HAVE THE FUCKING BALLS TO LOVE HER!-
The back of his hand struck your face with an echo.
It was then that your duel began; your foot meeting his face before his fist met your ribs; causing you to fall before he forcefully grabbed you and injected something into your neck.
You yelped at the action; trying to rise from your knees but stumbling from side to side as you tried to strike him yet again.
"COME HERE SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASS, COWARD!”
Your flaming fists flew as you tried Your best yet stumbled; determined to defeat him as he mocked you, him slowly stepping back every time you were close to hitting him.
“(Y/N) dearest, I’ve already won.” He stated cockily
With a screeching sound the large warehouse windows above you suddenly shattered, two flashes flying through in the pitch black of night.
“Not if I have anything to say about it.” Said a man in a bat costume as he jumped before them. The Bat’s fists pounded onto Slade initiating a fight of their own.
You faintly stumbled back; angered by the fact someone else stole your prize.
“Damn Bat! He was my fight!”
The moment you turned around you stumbled into the second flash from earlier; a young man clad in red, green, and yellow.
“And now you’re my fight.” He said before throwing a punch you managed to duck under.
You popped back up, the injection from earlier over taking you as you swayed with dimming fists. Whatever you were injected with was affecting you entirely as you stepped towards him slowly; him backing up in reluctance to fight you due to his realization of your condition.
The flames in your fists died as your eyes blinked from black to normal white while you continued to step towards the bat’s sidekick. He kept stepping back until he bumped into the cement wall behind him; giving you the opportunity to step closer until you were pressed against him hazily.
Oh yeah, you was drugged badly and he knew it.
Your face looked up slowly; your big (Y/E/C) eyes meeting his green ones as the sound of the two men’s heavy fighting echoed in the background. His heart rate picked up, absolutely frozen and unaware of how to handle the situation, and even thinking about calling out for help before looking over to his father to see he was busy handing Slade’s ass to him.
You grabbed him by his cape’s collar, pressing your lips to his quickly before pulling away drugged out of your mind. And as the Bat continued to kick the shit out of the masked criminal before him, he couldn’t help but glance over to his son to see; his eyes widening before Slade stole his attention.
“I’d rather be your friend than your fight bird boy, but to be honest, I’m too much of a monster for anyone to love me –especially a hero like you…” you said with eyes stuck on his before your knees gave out; your eyes rolling back as you fell to the ground with a thud.
Quickly he knelt down to turn you onto your back; your face black and blued as blood poured from an open wound in your neck –Perhaps where she’d been drugged he thought.
“Bat! She’s Injured we need to go, now!” He yelled to his partner as he carried you in his arms.
With one last punch, Slade flew back unconscious; giving Bruce the opportunity to run to his son and take your unconscious body from him. After throwing you over his back they ran to the bat mobile parked outside of the warehouse; Bruce placing you in the backseat as Damian jumped into the passenger’s seat while he sat in the driver’s seat.
Quickly they sped down the roads of Gotham on their way to the manor, Bruce glancing over at his son every five seconds as an awkward silence grew.
“So do you want to talk about i-
"I don’t want to talk about it.” Damian said cutting him off as he pulled up his hood to hide his bright red face.
And I don’t wanna be alone forever
But I can be tonight
I don’t wanna be alone forever
But I love gypsy life
I don’t wanna be alone forever
Maybe we can see the world together
I don’t wanna be alone forever
But I can be tonight
All of us are so scared to be alone. As a society we are focused on love stories. Focused on sex. Focused on being what is attractive to others.
We pretend we aren’t afraid with lies. Put walls up and push away all because we are somehow afraid of being alone or rejected.
But what if we gave ourselves the freedom to be alone? The freedom to be truly alone. No attachments. No casual sex to stoke the ego. Not even a wink. That maybe if we finally gave ourselves that freedom we could really finally live our lives to the fullest potential?
We would discover so much.
I’ve spent most of my adult life single. After my boyfriend and I of 4 years broke up, I did a small bit of partying, had a one night stand that ruined them for me, and then just decided to be alone. I made the decision to just do what I loved. In that time I truly did things for me. I spent 4 years celibate and built an incredible life for myself.
I find that each time I follow this leap of faith forwards myself, my world changes. Really just choosing to be alone for now in the last few months has really helped me get back to my roots. It’s made me finally look in the mirror and be ok going to bed with that person every night.
Through my time being single, I’ve been so blessed by the lack of attachment. I’ve photographed my favorite bands. I’ve started a successful business. I’ve traveled To Colorado, Portland, Baltimore, Washington DC, New York… and even to kayaking in Puerto Rico. The things you can do and learn to survive through on your own will surprise you.
I don’t want to be alone for my whole life. But I can be. So for now I’m going to soak up the sun, look sexy for myself, and not give two fucks until someone comes along that is interesting and strong enough to distract me from living my fucking life. Then maybe they can mix their awesome life with mine. Because in the end that’s the incredible love that’s worth a damn.
Hi! I recently saw one of your drawings of the amis and I just wanna ask how you make their faces so varied? I really admire your art.
Omg!! thank you, really <3 it means a lot _ I don’t really have specific courses/tips to tell you other than observe a lot and draw even more. I usually go on pinterest, search for faces and draw every face that looks pretty/different/interesting to me. For a long time the only thing I drew was skinny white girls and I had that “same face syndrome” thing a lot of people have, so my n°1 goal was to destroy that habit. What makes faces different are mostly -bone structure: keep an eye on how the various ethicities differentiate themselves in that, it’s not just skin color, sometimes is a wider/smaller nose, a different chin, a different profile, cheekbones(!!)… look at how the bones behave and how the fat accumulates on those features. -eyes: same as bone structure, there’s a lot of different shapes of eyes that really make the difference even in a pencil sketch I don’t have an academic background for my drawing so I can’t really tell you anything other than practice a lot and copy from photos, actual people you meet but you don’t know. _ I really hope this helps, matey, thanks for considering me a #reliable source <3
As you stand before your chamber mirror you can not help but wince as Tauriel pulls the corset of your dress tighter around your waist. You softly pull at the dress, looking into the mirror with a longing smile. You were dressing in preparation of the Durins day ball, an annual tradition that King Thorin had begun many years ago, after reclaiming Erebor. The Durins day ball was a well attended event where even the City of Dale and the Kingdom of Mirkwood were invited to dine and dance.
Yet this year, you wish for nothing more than to be able to hide away in your chamber, as this was the year that King Thorin and Princess Dis decided that Prince Fili must seek a bride, and the thought of the prince with another dwarrow was a horrifying reality.
You had been in love with the Prince for many years, falling for his carefree ways back in their early years growing in the Blue Mountains. His protective yet loving ways had furthered your love for the selfless dwarf and you feared that nothing could pull your heart from him.
Acorn: youth; strength; man; small start for a large accomplishment Airplane: travel; new projects Anchor: voyage; rest; problem solved Arrow: news; disagreements; direct action
Baby: new interests; security; new beginnings Basket: gift; security; comfort Bees [hive, comb]: fertility; industry; community; self-sacrifice Bell: celebrations; news (good or bad depending on other indicators) Bird: psychic power; flight; luck; friendship end; communication Boat: discoveries; travel; companionship Book: wisdom; learning Bottle: celebration; success Bridge: crossing to new endeavors; transition; partnership; travel Broom: Goddess; purification; healing; end of a problem; changes Butterfly: the soul; spiritual contact; frivolity; insincerity
Cage: isolation; restriction; imprisonment; containment Camel: long journey; need to conserve energy or goods; relocation Car: local travel; movement in business affairs; overcome obstacles Castle: financial gain; security; inheritance; life of bounty Cat: wisdom; spiritual access; female friend; domestic strife Cauldron: Goddess; transformation; endings/new beginnings; vitality Candle: illumination; innovation; inspiration Chair: relaxation; pause; comfort; entertainment Clock: time indicated for a spell’s completion; change Clouds: mental activity; thoughtfulness; problems; hidden obstacles Clover:good fortune; success; rural location Coffin: end of a matter; lengthy but not serious illness Cornucopia: Goddess; abundance; fertility; prosperity; protection Cow: money; property; comfort; tranquility Cradle: newcomers; beginning of a new idea or project Crescent: Goddess; wish granted; newness; freshness Cross: [Solar] God; nature works with power [Roman]; suffering; conflict Cup: love; harmony; close friendship; gift
Egg: increase; fertility; luck; creativity; new start; hoarding Elephant: advice needed; obstacles overcome; good luck Eye: introspection; awareness; evaluation; spirit
Fan: indiscretion; disloyalty; things hidden; inflammations Fish: riches; luck; sexuality; productivity Flag: warning; defensiveness; identification w/ group / ideals Flame / Fire: purification; change; domination of the will Flower: marriage; unhappy love affair; passing joy
Gate: opportunity; advancements; change; new directions Glove: protection; luck; aloofness; nobility; challenge Gun [any type]: power to gain goals; discord; slander; infidelity
Hammer: hard work rewarded; building; creativity; fortitude Hat: honors; rivalry; independence; self-assertion Harp: contentment; spirituality Heart: love; pleasure; confidence; strength of will Horns: God; fertility; spirituality; forces of nature Horse: travel; strength; work; grace; power; success; prosperity Horseshoe: protection; luck; start of a new enterprise Hound: advice; help given; companionship; trust Hourglass: caution; passage of time House: security; authority; success; comfort
Key: understanding; mysteries; opportunity; gain; security Kite: warning for caution; new ideas; plans made public Knife: duplicity; misunderstanding; direct action Knot: restrictions; marriage; bindings
Ladder: initiation; rise or fall in status; connections Lion: power; strength; influence; ferocity; pride; domination Lock: protection; concealment; security; obstacles; sealed
As you grow spiritually, your relationships may change in ways that support you. People may evolve with you. Or, people may not grow in the same way you are growing. They may still be expanding, yet growing in different directions than you, or at a different place.
When you feel more whole and complete, you want relationships that are loving and supportive and that enrich and nourish you. You want to be treated in ways that honor you. You refuse to be part of any drama that makes you feel less than others, sorry for yourself, or a victim. You do want these feelings, and you stop putting yourself in situations that create them. You no longer want to be around people whose lives are not working or who try to draw you into their constant dilemmas and dramas. You no longer want to be around people who constantly complain about their lives yet take no action to solve their problems. Instead you want to be around people whose lives are working, who are making a contribution, and who are growing and making soul contact.
You may be ready to let go of old forms that no longer work for you, and find a new form for your relationship that allows both of you to grow, to fulfill your higher purpose, and to express more love.
Remember and affirm that nothing ever leaves unless something better is coming. You have all that you need within you to create wonderful, loving soul relationships.