Does anyone else just examine the marvel that is the human body (not in a sexual way). Like, I’m sitting here right now moving my fingers and watching my ligaments tense and loosen as they pull on the bones that compose the phalanges of my hand. Certain finger positions cause divots to form between the ligaments, while balling a fist causes them to be almost even with the flesh of my hand.
Sorry for the weird ramble. I just find how all the parts of the human body work and fit together to be absolutely fascinating.
How do your eyes sparkle when you talk about the things you love? How do they look when you smile? How does it feel like to hold you? How does it feel to have you in my arms? Are your hands cold or warm? And would they fit in mine? or no? Do you have freckles? or only when the sun shades on you they would shine? How does your face look like you’re asleep? Does it look angelic? or does your bad attitude cover it too? How many moles you have on your body? Has anyone counted them for you? How do you act when you’re excited? How do you act in the cold, sad nights? Do you shout your pain? Drink up your pain? Smoke in your pain? or do your eyes fall tears and call for a soul to wipe them away? Do you have any weird habits that anybody ever noticed about you? or is there a thing left to be noticed about you? How about your lips? What do they taste like? How can I have strong feelings for you when I haven’t even met you? I’m longing for the answers, I’m longing to reach you.
Gladio picking you up in his arms and twirling you around in said bear hugs.
Imagine being his childhood sweetheart and still being together as adults.
Sitting on his back when he does (normal) push-ups or lying underneath him and him giving you a kiss every time he bends down.
Dirty pick up lines
Him playing and holding your hands and loving how small they are compared to his yet they fit into his perfectly like matching puzzle pieces.
Being able to easily sit on his shoulders and him placing kisses to your thighs when you do so.
Gladio lifting you up by the waist so you can reach and/or see things better.
Imagine trying to tackle Gladio in a hug but he’s too big and strong so it doesn’t work
Doesn’t get jealous easily but when he does, the guys hitting on you better run fast because he’s out for their blood. It will be up to you to calm him down.
Having to go on your tiptoes whenever you want to kiss him
Or him having to bend down/pick you up to kiss you
Imagine him walking around the house shirtless (without his jacket) and still blushing every time you see him despite you thinking that you should be used to it by now.
Sleeping on top of him with his arms wrapped snugly around your waist.
Playful slaps and squeezes to your bum
Imagine trying to sneak up on Gladio to give him a surprise hug from behind only for him to know what you’re about to do (every time) and surprising you instead by turning around and giving you a big hug instead.
Gladio throwing you over his shoulder
OK BUT imagine Gladio whispering naughty/cheeky little things in your ear asfkhghfhvc>///w///<
Won’t be afraid to show affection out in public
Gladio has a secret talent for braiding your hair and doing your make-up
You often find yourself trying to stay up late enough to see Gladio return home from the palace since he’s there from when the sun rises to when night falls. Majority of the time, Gladio’s come home to see you fast asleep on the couch. He just smiles and carries you to bed bridal style. He’ll tuck you in and kiss your forehead before laying down next to you.
Jemma didn’t believe in the idea of soul mates, she believed in science. Science explained that whenever Daisy was around her heart would beat faster, how their hands fit perfectly together when they were intertwined, and science explained how when they kissed… Daisy took her breath away.
Jemma doesn’t believe in soul mates, but she does believe in her love for Daisy.
I love how ronan lynch acts like he’s some punk ass shit head but in reality he does things like attend church regularly and buy his crush hand lotion and when noah is having one of his fits he writes “remembered” over all of the “murdered” and has a soft spot for his pet bird named after a power tool and speaks fluent latin and says that if his friends die, he dies.
The Outsiders Headcanons: Dallas dating a curvy girl
This was requested, hope you enjoy! X
- Dallas absolutely loVING to kiss your thighs, and leave lots of hickies on them.
- They are his favourite body part of yours.
- When he’s not kissing them he is always touching them in some way. When he drives he rests his hand gripping one of them gently.
- Dallas always reminding you of how hot he thinks you are. He never uses the words “beautiful” or “gorgeous” mainly because it’s just not in him for him to say that but you always know that he truly does think you’re absolutely flawless.
- Going to him when you feel insecure, knowing that he will make you feel better in no time.
- Dallas always wanting you to wear tight fitting clothing (mostly dresses) because he loves your curves and he loves showing you off when you two go out.
- He goes with you when you shop just so can come in the change rooms and tell you which he likes best and which show off your curves most.
- You were always a little insecure about your weight and you could never understand why someone like Dally would fall for you, but he could never understand how you could think of yourself in that way.
- Sometimes he gets a little angry with you when you put yourself down due to your appearance. He doesn’t mean to, it just upsets him that you don’t think of your physical appearance as highly as he does.
- He literally always. wants. sex. Just so can get a good look at your body, and show you how much he adores it.
- Constantly flirting and sexual references in every single conversation you two have cause he’s Dallas and he’s awful sometimes.
- He never fails to make you giggle when he starts at it.
- Despite how much you may dislike your body at times, it’s hard to feel that way around Dallas because he makes it almost impossible. As vulgar as he may be at times he truly means well.
i really like your analysis about chapter 13, but i do have one question. why does Sangwoo act motherly in previous chapters? like when he caresses Bum's face like his mum used to. how would that all fit into his hunger for power?
You’re referring to chapter three, right? I think maybe you have recalled it wrong! He’s not caressing Bum’s face, rather, it’s the opposite. He instinctively grabs Bum’s hand and puts it on his own face as he recalls it being done to him by his mum. He’s still putting Bum in his mum’s place here.
But i’m sure you had other examples in mind beyond this. To that I would say that i dont really see Sangwoo’s affections towards Bum as being motherly. If they are, it would be because he’s guiding Bum on what he wants him to do exactly (i.e. how to be a good momwife). But it’s 3am and i can’t seeing that rn lol.
We have to admit Sangwoo can be a really tender and affectionate guy at times - given that he’s in the mood…and that you have done everything right…and obeyed him to the T…and relented to his every inhuman wish lol.
What you might see as motherly (altho i cant tell w/o the specifics) I simply see as Sangwoo being cute with Bum - he’s not a total savage with his actions and speech all the time, that is to say, his violence is not unbridled. (He uses it to punish and shape Bum into what he wants - but it’s not like he doesn’t know how to sideline it and wield it) He even thanks Bum after the blow job, and speaks to him sweetly. I guess it can be argued that’s a form of manipulation, because he might be strategically being nice to reel Bum in and trap him. Which is a good point - those moments might not be genuine. But Sangwoo strikes me as the sort of guy to be genuinely ‘sweet’, in his own warped way, given that you meet his ridiculous and impossible requirements. He’s delusional. Don’t forget that Bum is injured, and so it’s only logical that Sangwoo will tend to him with some things. It could also be that Sangwoo is affectionate towards him to condition him into submitting - ‘do what i want and i will be good to you’ sort of thing. a disturbing reward system.
Even if we were to concede that Sangwoo acted motherly towards Bum, that would still be a power addiction because he likes when people need him. I guess that could be an aspect. Maybe send me a message with the motherly scenes you’re referring to? I’ll be able to comment on the specifics then.
Before Shepard, Garrus always thought human hands were odd - why so many fingers? Why the nails? Why so small?
But of course, Shepard had to go and change that when she made him fall in love with everything about her. Well, okay, she didn’t make him, but it damn well felt like it when you touch her hand for the first time in six months and realise just how much you’ve missed her, how much you’ve needed her, how you’d do almost anything to hold her hand again at any given moment.
He loves how soft her fingers are. He loves how nimble and tender they can be. He loves how there’s more of them to wrap between and around his own, how they manage to fit perfectly. He loves the way they can hold, clasp, drag and pull at his body. He loves how they can say things words can’t.
He holds her hand more than he probably should, but he doesn’t care, and neither does she.
FRAGMENTS. i. i just want to be able to find beauty in me, where he does- my skin scars in places where love couldn’t reach it, and i thought that meant, that it just couldn’t fit; i’m scared of the permanence on my stomach, and of how the mirror looks back at me / will the mirror ever look back at me, like he does ?
ii. how do i forgive myself for the wounds i can’t admit to? how do i say i’m sorry for not loving you like i should have; he tells me to let her breathe, but what do i do with my faulty lungs and shaky hands, that don’t even wrap around me? how do i make peace with the tenderness of my skin when i can’t even touch it; how am i supposed to say any of this without hurting ?
iii. there’s a feeling of loss in my bones, that i cannot explain; the paint from the soles of my feet seems to have washed off, and my dear love for language has turned away; this feels like re-reading letters from a lost love / i don’t want to smell like dried rose petals.
iv. how do i forgive myself for the words i wasted on vandals and plunderers, and write again? how to i drain myself of the ruins, and still be pure enough to hold flowers in my belly for him ? how do i use the same canvas, the same ink, for the man with my golden mouth ? how do i love my words again?
v. he is the sun in my mouth, and i am burning brighter than i ever have; there’s a lake in my chest, that’s constantly overflowing, and i’m drowning in oneness with a god; my rosary tongue repeating his name, as he writes mine in love / in blood- my art fails in comparison to everything- and here i stand to give him something greater than myself, when he already has everything.
Hey bros!! As you know, I got a pretty bad cold right now and it looks to me like I’m not the only one out there feeling a little gross this winter. So! If you don’t mind I would like to share with you guys some beginner witchcraft for healing~
How to make a Healing Stone:
• STEP 1: Find a smooth rock that fits comfortably in the palm of your hand
This rock can be found anywhere. By a riverbed, outside your front door, heck, even in the terrarium of your favorite lizard. But ya gotta make sure that rock speaks to you (metaphorically speaking. This enchantment does not work on actual talking rocks. You have been warned.)
• STEP 2: Give that rock a nice lil’ bath
Spend some bonding time with your rock. Take it over to the sink and give it a nice rub under some warm water and nice smelling soap. Get rid of all that outside or lizard-terrarium dirt until your new rock friend is all spiffy and shiny.
• STEP 3: Give your rock a name! (Optional)
Mine’s name is Moorice. Pronounced like Maurice but with “moor” instead of “maur”. I like him, he is my friend.
• STEP 4: Carry your new rock friend in your pocket wherever you go as much as possible!
There is a method to my madness, trust me. Just,,, put the rock in your pocket and stop asking questions.
• STEP 5: Every time your hand goes in your pocket and you feel your rock friend, think of something you’re grateful for!
And this is where the magic happens!! Good vibes make healing come so much sooner my friends. Your rock friend will help pull you away from dwelling on what’s wrong with you and help guide you to notice more of the good things that are happening around you! They can be simple things too.
Some good examples of things you can be grateful for when you have a cold (forgive me if some do not apply to you):
• You can stand.
• You have legs.
• You have friends and family who love you (and if you can’t think of anyone you at least have me!)
• You have a nice bed to sleep in.
• You have a good roof on your house.
• Warm blankets.
• Soup somehow is the best meal in the world to you right now, like, seriously, how do you keep forgetting how great soup is?? ?
• You can read.
• You got two nostrils so usually at least one can breath! Seriously this is some evolutionary genius here.
• You haven’t run out of tissues yet!
• You can always buy more tissues! How cool is that?
• Cold medicine that can knock you out feels like the best thing ever made.
• You’ll be healthy again soon! This too shall pass!
Good magic, I find, always seems to work well with good intentions and good vibes. All the love and care you put into your rock makes it special and helps add to the good vibes in your gratitude. The key to this enchantment is to really get into it and feel the most happiness you can for each thing you say. It’s good to start off small with little, simple things to be grateful for like standing. But when you do this, really think about it. Think about the feeling of your feet touching the floor. Think about how much you’d miss that if you couldn’t stand. Think about the muscles, bone, and everything in your body that has to work just right to make that happen. Think about how incredible it really is that you are a member of the only widely-known bipedal species living on this planet. Think about all the millions of years of careful evolution that went into making legs like yours. Think about all of this internally so that externally all you say is “holy shit, I have legs….” and your friends just look at you with confused expressions and it’s hilarious and you can be grateful about that now too.
when mickey does the hand thing. the finger thing. with the cigarette thing.
You mean……how there always seems to be a frickin’ cig in his hand like it’s second nature???
He’s got nice hands, Ian hasn’t really noticed them before now but between the agitated de-quiffing of his hair and the cigarette permanently wedged in between his pointer and middle finger, the long parade of glowing sticks fitting into the flow of his movements like they’re part of his body, the niceness of his hands is suddenly impossible to ignore.
(stolen fromTrust Me by @loftec because it’s appropriate)
Like… on the one hand, the personal premise of Moana is a good fit for a Star Trek story. Girl’s always dreamed of traveling the stars, finds out her ancestors used to, gets motive and opportunity to go and heads out.
But on the other hand, I have no idea how to fit Maui (”what does (a demi)god need with a starship?”) and Te Fiti/the Heart into a Trek mold.
Edit: Actually, I take it back. Te Fiti herself is no problem, cf. Great Bird of the Galaxy. I don’t know precisely how the heart would translate, but I daresay it could work. Maui remains a problem, though.
Deceit and Fear are in their raven forms the first time Eda sees them.
Her resulting smile is brighter than the midday sun.
The young elf starts to run towards them before remembering her place and forced herself to continue at a much subdued pace. She does not recognize them as spirits, but only as the largest birds she has ever seen! Even bigger than Screecher! Her first instinct is to reach out for them before she remembers that she has to make sure it is okay first.
So she offers out her hands, allowing them to inspect her as they see fit. But the moment they seem to approve she reaches forward, tiny hands stroking beaks and combing through feathers the way she knows Screecher likes. Birds are bird after all, no matter how big. In the end she showers each in attention, offering pets and scritches in the places she finds they like best.
When she is finally called away she pouts.
Reluctantly she rises from the pile of feathers and wings, giving Deceit and Fear each a loving kiss on the beak. Her silent way of promising to be back soon.
Day 2: Briefly describe your character’s physical appearance.
Are they able-bodied or disabled? Are they comfortable with their
looks/body, or did they wish their body was different? Do they have
any significant scars? How fit are they?
Cybernetics: Does your character have any
cybernetic enhancements or replacements? Where they replacements for
limbs lost in combat/accident or did your character choose to
Anja is the jedi
shadow class and wields a dual saber. She relies more on evasion
than brute force. High dexterity but low (for a martial character)
strength. What she lacks in physical prowess she makes up for in
force power (and will usually try to avoid a fight through diplomacy or guile.)
She is able
bodied, average height, very fit compared to the general population, average build, very flexible. She likes her body and works hard
to maintain it.
She has no scars
and would get any removed; no cybernetics
or enhancements; and she’s pretty vain about it. She’s very meticulous about her appearance and always insufferably put-together.
I realize that like this is ultimately a pretty futile stance to have so I’m mostly just throwing my hands up in the air but it legitimately does bug me that people will put my name and the names of friends of mine on these long lists with people who are actively dangerous to us and circulate those lists and tolerate the presence of people who have pulled shit like telling me I liked being raped because I’m a “sexual” and if we say shit about it they go “oh we need to no-platform these awful, awful people!” and wring their hands publicly about how we’re the BAD lgbt people who are traitors to “the community” and throw fits if we so much as look at their blogs, but then after all that they go “but all that being said your post about Jolene being a super gay song is funny, don’t mind me I’m just gonna sneak in a quick reblog!” or whatever… like play by your own rules at least. It bothers me that these people will thoroughly and viciously shit-talk you 24/7 and then expect you to smile and nod when they show up at your virtual doorstep. It reminds me of people who are friends irl with people who’ve treated me like absolute shit, who have like, participated in harassing me and spreading rumors about me because I publicly said that their friends were treating me like shit, but who still greet me with a big fake smile and a “oh hiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!” whenever they see me. For the most part I’m a big believer in politeness and civility but that doesn’t mean faking being nice in order to confuse someone you’ve targeted for social isolation and bullying etc into questioning whether you really dislike them or not so you can get more material for shit-talking them. Be polite, but be straightforward.