#Approval
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arianiziolek Ā· 7 months ago
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The only one who cares. Like, REALLY! Nobody said a thing, I'm so angry at them. You must now I got romance with Shadowheart and she was like "nah, meh! ĀÆ\_(惄)_/ĀÆ if they die, they die". This was the very moment where I fell for Minthy with all my heart.
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succulentsiren Ā· 7 months ago
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Stop giving away your power by letting what others think of you, define you. Peopleā€™s perceptions of you hold no value unless you allow it. If you donā€™t agree with how others see you, create you own narrative and start defining yourself.
Shift your mindset from needing validation, to knowing who you are. Donā€™t walk into the room thinking ā€œI wonder what they think of me.ā€ Walk into the room thinking ā€œI donā€™t mind what they think of me. I know who I am. I am the best.ā€
And sure, this mindset may seem like arrogance but it is far better than craving approval or trying to explain yourself to others.
You can either give your power away by depending on the approval of others or you can free yourself, become the main character and perceive yourself the way you desire.
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nando161mando Ā· 2 months ago
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Just sayin
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furiousgoldfish Ā· 7 months ago
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If you are motivated by a mix of these, pick the one that is strongest, I didn't have enough options to list more mixes, but it generally is mixed, people do have more than one motivator.
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thepersonalwords Ā· 2 months ago
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If they don't like you for who you are, it means they're not meant to be in your life.
Izey Victoria Odiase
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grickle14 Ā· 2 years ago
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A sea of judgement.Ā 
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hellyeahscarleteen Ā· 2 years ago
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For things to really change, you will also have to start to let go of wanting their approval so badly. I know it can sound weird to think strategically like this with family, but if they can tell you're really hungry for it, you give them a pretty easy in to control or manipulate you. Caring less about our parents approval is part of our development into adults, but that doesn't mean it happens automatically or easily. This is just another one of these things, like setting boundaries, where you start working on it, and it will become easier over time. I'd also try and remember that approval and support aren't the same thing. If all we've ever gotten is approval or disapproval, we may have approval confused with support (or go for approval because we feel that's the only way we'll get something resembling support), but I assure, you, they're very different. Support feels better and is more substantial and meaningful than approval. Support also tends to come with far fewer conditions than approval. Often, when we want approval very badly, what we actually want is support, which can happen withĀ or withoutĀ approval, and is a lot more emotionally nourishing than approval can ever be. Odd as it may sound, when we let go of seeking approval with people, that's usually how we find out who really is or isn't going to give us support.
Heather, from Parental Controls
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mapsontheweb Ā· 9 months ago
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Global Leadrs Approval Rating
by brasilemmapas
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clairedelune-13 Ā· 7 days ago
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At first, I was one of those people that didnā€™t like the criticism of ā€œItā€™s a bad DA gameā€ but upon some serious reflection on what I personally think of when I think ā€œDragon Ageā€, I changed my mind.
It is a bad DA game.
And mostly due to the fact that they more or less got rid of the approval system.
Inquisition and Origins have the same system, save for a few altercations.
Dragon Age 2 had the Rivalry/Friendship.
But all of them had a sense that I had to actually try to gain their favor or disfavor.
Veilguardā€™s ā€œapprovalā€ only goes upā€¦
Why does it only go up?
Whatā€™s the point if you canā€™t earn their disapproval?
ā€œHardenedā€ doesnā€™t even mean anything.
Sure, you canā€™t romance Lucanis but when he goes that route, he becomes a non-entity.
The bond system is useless. Thereā€™s no challenge. I donā€™t feel satisfied when I get a ā€œbond increaseā€ because it only ever goes up and never down.ļæ¼
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lilithnights02 Ā· 2 months ago
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The seduction of innocence is the sweetest power
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questionable-idea Ā· 4 months ago
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Platonically cradling your face in my hands telling you you're beautiful just the way you are
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chamsymondraws Ā· 2 months ago
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Does Law Approve?
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or does he not?
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Sketch #25 I just wanted to draw cute kid Law
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shadz420 Ā· 9 months ago
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Red team Carolina is one of my favs tbh. It was actually rlly fun drawing her:D Donā€™t mind my wash design, cause Iā€™m still workshopping it:p
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crmsnmth Ā· 24 days ago
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Approval
I used to really look for your approval.
I used to look for it, like those old hidden picture books Except in this, I was a Waldo page without the Waldo I just wanted you to be happy with me for once To tell me good job, or even a nod of appreciation
I spent a long time looking for it
I slowly started to understand what I just couldn't see You never felt the things you said you did for me And I couldn't read the lines you wrote in lipstick on the mirror The steam of the bathroom melted the red down And now my mirror looks like a crime scene
I just wanted myself to be enough
I dragged pieces of me deep down into the abyss That black hole created deep within my stomach that spits all of it back into my brain growing tumors made from my own insecurity I'll do whatever you tell me, as long as you pretend you love me I guess I just wasn't enough
But I broke free
Your opinion now means very little to me I opened my own eyes and found myself hiding there shaking and malnourished I let him take my jacket and now I'm me again and I can finally say
I don't need your approval
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slytherin-princess-x Ā· 2 months ago
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Slytherinmas day 3- Meeting the parents ā€” Tom riddle
Summary: Tom wants his parents to know heā€™s serious about you so, why not pretend to be married??
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Title: A Marriage of Convenience
Plot Summary:
As I stood in the mirror, adjusting my tie, the reality of what we were about to do hit me like a cold wave. I had always been known for my ambition and cunning at Hogwarts, but thisā€”this was an unexpected turn of events. Why did I let Y/N convince me that pretending to be married was the best way to introduce her to my parents?
Despite my carefully curated exterior, my heart raced at the thought of facing my parents. They were not just any couple; they were powerful, influential, and had very high expectations for me. Especially regarding my relationships. I had always kept them at armā€™s length, never bringing anyone home who could tarnish the Riddle legacy. But here I was, about to thrust Y/N into the very belly of the beast.
As she entered the room, clad in a sleek, black dress that accentuated her every feature, I felt a rush of emotionsā€”admiration, affection, and dread. She exuded warmth and light, contrasting sharply with my cold, calculating demeanor.
ā€œWe have to pretend to be married,ā€ I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. ā€œBetter get used to it.ā€
She smiled, a flash of mischief in her eyes. ā€œI can do that. Whatā€™s the plan, Mr. Riddle?ā€
Her playful confidence lessened the burden itching at my heart. I outlined our scheme: We would introduce ourselves as a married couple during dinner at the grand Riddle estate, backed by a story I concocted about a whirlwind romance and a hastily arranged wedding. It was absurd, ludicrous even, but it was our best chance at convincing my parents that I was serious about her.
As we made our way to the estate, the anxiety began to creep back in. Y/N took my hand, her touch grounding me as we approached the imposing front doors. They swung open to reveal my mother, dressed impeccably as always, her sharp eyes scanning us with suspicion.
ā€œTom! Andā€¦ Y/N. How lovely to see you both,ā€ she greeted, barely masking her disdain. I could sense that she knew something was off, but as we exchanged pleasantries, Y/N effortlessly slipped into her role. She greeted my mother with a smile and an embrace that almost disarmed her.
Dinner was a spectacle of what my life could becomeā€”the Riddle familyā€™s rich history lined the walls, and the atmosphere buzzed with an air of grandeur I often took for granted. Yet, as Y/N and I shared glances and subtle laughter, I found myself lost in her charm, fully engaged in a performance that felt oddly real.
ā€œTell us more about your life together,ā€ my father inquired, his voice booming across the table.
In a split second, I was struck with the realization that he wouldnā€™t be satisfied with surface-level banter. Every question came with the intention of peeling back layers, exposing the truth beneath the facade. Y/N saved me with a story about our first encounterā€”an intricate tale filled with laughter and romance. Ad-libbing flawlessly, she painted a picture of our love that swept through the entire room.
As the night progressed, I found myself mesmerized by how she seamlessly became a part of my life, weaving her way into the fabric of my existence. My parents, enamored (or at least they appeared to be), began to warm up to her, exchanging approving glances. My heart strangely swelled with prideā€”I had never expected to feel this way, not about anyone, let alone under the guise of a fabricated marriage.
However, amid the feigned joy, a subtle underlying tension simmered within me. This charade couldnā€™t last; beneath the surface glimmer, I knew my parents were perceptive and liable to dig deeper into our supposed union.
As the evening drew to a close, Y/N and I found ourselves outside in the frosty air. The laughter of my parents faded into the background as the weight of reality set in. ā€œWhat if they dig deeper?ā€ I asked, turning to her with worry etched across my face.
She smiled, no hint of fear in her demeanor. ā€œThen we adapt. Weā€™re a team, remember?ā€
Her unwavering belief in us ignited a fire within me. Maybe this was more than just a ruseā€”maybe this was the beginning of redefining who we were, together. And as I took her hand once more, the night whispered promises of what could be, the warmth of her presence conquering the biting chill of doubt.
And as we made our way back into the estate, ready to face whatever challenge lay ahead, I realized that this pretend marriage could very well lead to something far more profoundā€”and perhaps, genuinely real.
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