#and appreciate this beautiful human being

[applebuttercringe]

Jayce's speech to Viktor was bad.

IMO

So, the final speech Jayce gave to Viktor about finding beauty in imperfection, and how our flaws make us human, that’s a fine sentiment but the specific examples he used ruined it. He used Viktors disease as an example.

Viktor was dying from a disease caused by Piltover mining in the fissures polluting the air. It was a preventable disease forced onto him by a corrupt system. He was slowly and painfully falling apart. “I can feel myself rotting” type stuff. Was he supposed to have appreciated that?

Jayce wants him to have appreciated the simple beauty of dying a slow painful death while your best friend is too busy being a councilman to be with you and your mentor is roadblocking your only possible cure. That was the imperfection that he was misguided to want to solve? The show is really saying Viktor was misguided, or not appreciative enough of being human, to not want to die young. He was giving up his humanity when he fought to live.

Viktor should not have just accepted it, that isn’t just part of being human. It isn’t a beautiful flaw you learn to love. He did nothing wrong by taking his life into his own hands and taking every possible chance to live. Even when no one believed in him.

I’m sure there are more charitable interpretations but that line really rubbed me the wrong way.

[defuckingthrone-dot-com]

Lucky

A/N: BTW I’m still very much stuck here so I decided to write a lil something about it. (Pardon me, I don’t know the terms for what I should call this)

Sorry if this sucks, I did it while I had down time at work. Not proof read. Hope y’all like it.

Warnings; none, pure teeth rotting sweet fluff

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It’s had been a pretty good day so far, I was sitting next to Noah on one of the sofas in the creative studio where all of desigin for their merch took place.

All of the guys where gather together having a good time after a good day of work. We were drinking our favorite drinks cracking a joke here and there. If I’m being honest I don’t really bring much to the table when it comes to designing stuff but my favorite thing is to hang out with the boys especially Noah, he was one of my favorite people ever.

“So Y/N, what do you think about the designs so far?” Davis asked, he was head of designs here so I appreciated that he even asked for my opinion.

“I really like them, fans are gonna go crazy over them, so cool that this time around you guys don’t have limited quantities so everyone can really get what they want”, I said

“yeah that’s a plus, I’m really glad we where able to do that this time around” Jolly chimed after he took a sip of his drink.

The conversation went on for a little while about random topics here and there . And somehow we ended up talking about true crime which is one of my most favorite subjects.

“Oh yeah! I recently watched a documentary about serial killers” I took a breath “sometimes I can’t believe what a human being is capable of doing whatever the motive is”

Folio looked at me “I don’t know how you can watch all that stuff and not feel sick, you’re so brave”

I chuckled a bit at the comment “my family is big on horror so I grew up watching docs and horror movies”

“that explains it” Nick said laughing

As I went on to explain something else regarding the topic I noticed that Noah really wasn’t involved in the conversation, he was just humming and looking directly at me. I turned my body so i could fully face him.

“hey big boy, what’s got you thinking and smiling like that?” I said intrigued

“Oh nothing” he chuckled

“Please tell meeeee!” I made my best puppy eyes at him, completely putting on second plain the conversation happening in the background. “Are you even paying attention?” I asked.

“Fine I’ll tell you but you have to promise not to make fun of me” he said looking quizzically at me.

“I can’t promise anything” I said looking around to the others getting up from their seats and making their way around the room, but when I looked back and catched Noah’s brown eyes looking at right at me I couldn’t resist “okay fine I promise I won’t make fun of you”

He stared at me with a wide grin “ Oh I was just thinking about how lucky I am”

“Lucky?” I questioned

“yes lucky, lucky to have you.” Noah mentioned

“silly old me?” I said joking

“Absolutely, I’m gonna be honest I haven’t heard anything you said in the last ten minutes but damn did I realize that I love watching you ramble on about your interests” he says laughing “I love looking at how you express yourself and how pretty that face of yours is” he said grabbing my hand.

“im lucky to spend everyday i can with you, and even know the rest may not realize it; they’re lucky to have you in their life as well, even if it’s just in little moments like these.” Noah said adjusting his position.

I didn’t know what to say; heat rose to my cheeks.

“You’re beautiful and I’m so lucky you’re in my life” he said leaving a small kiss on my temple .

I couldn’t resist just giving him the biggest hug, but what he didn’t know is that I was the lucky one to have him in my life.

[mcjhay]

I won't stop being me. Despite all the heartbreaks, the deceitful people, and the moments that tested my faith in love and humanity, I refuse to let this world change the core of who I am. I've been hurt in ways that cut deep, betrayed by those I trusted, and let down by people I thought would never leave. But through it all, l've learned that the worst thing I could do is allow those experiences to harden my heart or dim the light of who I truly am.

I am a sweet, loving, and affectionate gentleman, and that's not something I'm willing to sacrifice, no matter how many times life tries to push me in the opposite direction. I wear my heart on my sleeve because I believe in the beauty of vulnerability. I give my love freely, not because I expect anything in return, but because that's the kind of person I choose to be. Even when my love has been taken for granted or met with dishonesty, I know that loving wholeheartedly is not a weakness���it's a strength.

Yes, I've encountered deceitful people who saw my kindness as an opportunity to take advantage of me, who mistook my gentle nature for naivety. But their actions say more about them than they do about me. I will not let their choices dictate mine. I will not stop showing compassion, offering my shoulder to lean on, or opening my heart to the possibility of true love. To do so would be to let them win, and I won't give them that power.

I've come to understand that heartbreak is a part of life, but it doesn't define me. Instead, it has shaped me, making me more resilient and more aware of my worth. I know now that not everyone will appreciate my love, but that doesn't mean I should stop giving it. The right person, the one who truly sees me for who I am, will value every bit of the love and care I offer. And when that day comes, I'll be ready-not closed off or bitter, but open and willing to love again.

I choose to keep being the man who listens, who cares, who loves deeply and honestly. I choose to remain the gentleman who values respect, loyalty, and kindness. No amount of heartbreak can take away the joy I find in being the person I was meant to be. I refuse to let the mistakes of others change my character or make me doubt the goodness that still exists in this world.

So, I will keep showing up with an open heart. I will keep believing in love, in kindness, and in the beauty of human connection. And I will keep being me—a sweet, loving, affectionate gentleman— because that is my truth, and I am proud of it. The world may try to take that from me, but it will never succeed. May we all find true love💕

[spookyysinsanity]

dating castiel headcanons (fem!reader)

cw: sexual innuendos(not too bad) and tooth rotting FLUFF

after the first time he touches you(don’t be freaky with this) he never wants to stop. he never realized how touchstarved he was and he always just wants to hold you. whether is your hand in public, or holding you as you sleep, he just likes to be close to you.

remembers EVERY anniversary. he learned from dean that anniversaries are incredibly important and to never forget anything (dean is if u look at it canonically the type to def be bitchslapped for not remembering your 3 month anniversary) and so after a month of being with him, he just bombards you with gifts and food and flowers, and you sit down and explain that while it’s very sweet, he is more important to you than any tangible objects.(he’d still do it anyways)

he doesn’t like to say your dating, he doesn’t think it’s a serious enough term for what you are. he always says you’re his, but not in a bdsm way,.. more of a ‘souls intertwined and bound for all of eternity way’..

forehead kisses always

he likes to dress you…like putting on your shoes, buttoning your shirt, clasping your bra…

he likes to take you with him all around the world since all he has to do is snap, and you’re on a beach at sunset 🤷‍♀️

he always has a wing tucked around you even if you can’t see it. he would never let anyone hurt you

always calls you by your name, but isn’t one for pet names. he prefers to hear himself say your name very clearly, and vice versa. but, he won’t complain if in a softer situation, you called him “baby” or “angel”…cough cough wink wink

will sing or hum you to sleep, or tell you stories about creation

loves when you talk about and explain human behaviors. you’re the only person who is always patient with him and doesn’t feel embarrassed to ask you any and all questions

loves to wash and/or braid your hair for you oand loves watching you get ready

he literally won’t let you do anything he wants everything to be so simple and so easy for his beautiful human girl. will abuse his angelic abilities for you

will heal you before you even know you’re hurt

he loves to lay on your tummy or have you curled up in his lap. again he just wants to be close to you

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a/n: thank you sm for reading!!! likes comments and reblogs are appreciated! if you like this pls lmk and i’ll write more!:) i’ve been drafting some nsfw headcanons… 😜

[columbidae-creature]

I see colourful (usually green) waves of light flowing across my vision in various patterns. the world feels as if it is rocking under my feet. these ones always come with a sense of unity with the world, as if I am seeing some larger pattern in the universe. they also come with a lack of desire to move or react to things, as in the moment, seeing the beauty and unity of the world has made me uninterested in functioning in human society. sometimes I see very weak/non corporeal people or animals. sometimes I see childhood objects I don't have anymore sitting on a shelf in my house. they usually go away when I blink. sometimes I bump into people, apologize, and then they disappear. sometimes I see downy grey feathers emerging from my arms.

when I am very anxious, and about to have a panic attack, I always smell this scent that's like a combination of ozone and strawberries. it is hard to describe.

i often feel insects crawling all over my arms/legs but tbh i'm not sure if that's actually caused by my nerve problems or not cause it does only happen where I have nerve pain. I can feel the feathers as they grow in.

I hear the ghosts of famous confessional poets (and a few other famous writers as well at times) talking to me. they are a mix of good and bad. I've had amazing conversations with them, and they are my friends, but they are also sometimes very cruel. they all have their own issues and like to make that my problem. Plath and Sexton are the worst about it, with them at times trying to get me to kill myself. however I have also had very beautiful and complex conversations with Plath about suicide. they are like a weird aunt you love but that also gives horrible unsolicited life advice you pretend to appreciate but that you never actually follow.

I don't like when people ask me if the voices tell me to do specific things, because that feels weird and like my entire existence is being boiled down to this one thing, but also because you are giving them ideas. a friend once asked, upon hearing of my disordered eating "do the voices tell you not to eat?" and at the time the answer was no, but then a few days later, guess what they were saying to me. :/

I get milder command voices as well, that i usually follow if they are not hurting me, like taking a different route to get somewhere or putting an object in a certain place.

the voices also do not want me to tell mental health professionals about them, which is tricky.

I also get a lot of nonsense almost-talking. it sounds almost exactly like those hallucinations you get when about to fall asleep, except that i am fully awake.

rarely I have felt an earthquake happening when there isn't one.

Let's fight some of the misconceptions about hallucinations. If you have audio or visual hallucinations, either frequently or only under stress or what have you, tell me what they're like and how you deal with them.

I'll start.

My audio ones are music, or murmuring. The music is like a lively adventure 8bit tune, like old Zelda music, or a tasty guitar or bassline from another room to some rock song i can never really put together into a whole thing. The murmuring is like hearing a party in another room, people talking. Sometimes, lately more often, I'll have clips of things stuck on repeat in my head over and over. Tom Cardy's voice has been particularly invasive the last several weeks, but it's always weird because it's not accompanied by the music, it's acapella. It's just his voice.

Visual most often when it's in full swing I'll see little borrower sized shadows darting around my room or on tabletops, just fast enough I can't get a solid look at them. Other times I'll see things form out of the corner of my eye like shadows, especially in corners. If I'm in low light or have my glasses off it's more oppressive and scary feeling because I can feel and see something but not see details no matter how close it gets.

I'm pretty sure I've mentioned these all before on this blog a few times. But I can't help but feel like it's important to bring them up now and then, and to invite others to talk about theirs, so there's less stigma around it. Stigma exists because of misunderstandings and fear, and if we can erase those components then the world will be a slightly better place I think.

[undead-moth]

I know I've been on about this for a while now and I'm being a hater but you're telling me SydCarmy was "always meant to be platonic" even though there are two seasons of writing making use of tried-and-true explicitly romantic tropes, themes and writing signals, and SydLuca is going to be romantic because...he was nice to her on screen for a few minutes?

I don't even care if people ship SydLuca, or if they just prefer it, but you can't honestly tell me that you believe Carmy was always meant to be a friend but Luca is an obvious love interest.

Just because Syd and Carmy haven't kissed or confessed their love to each other doesn't mean that isn't very obviously the direction this show is going. The Bear has already shown you who is endgame. It has shown you every episode of the show so far.

Honestly I really don't think The Bear fanbase understands this show or cares about these characters or the story being told here, which is unfortunate because this show is shockingly well-written in comparison to most shows right now, and we should be so grateful for it but all we're doing is complaining that the writers led us on by not making a ship canon fast enough. It's just. Sad.

[aahanna]

"When someone compliments a specific feature of yours that you previously thought was a flaw, it can help you start loving and appreciating that part of yourself again."

(keep appreciating people around you)

[wayti-blog]

Successful is the person who has lived well, laughed often and loved much, who has gained the respect of children, who leaves the world better than they found it, who has never lacked appreciation for the earth's beauty, who never fails to look for the best in others or give the best of themselves.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

[sysig]

Promises promises (Patreon)

[torgawl]

if you call himmel pathetic i'm throwing hands at you. himmel showed the purest form of love for frieren and you guys think that's pathetic? what's pathetic is not respect other people's feelings or boundaries and acting like people owe you anything just because you like them. himmel was happy to have a friendship with frieren within her own conditions just because he genuinely enjoyed her as part of his life. he was happy to wait for her for his entire life is he had to but he also never stopped living for himself. that's fucking beautiful. loving someone so much you are able to let them go, not wanting to change who they are or impose anything on them? unconditionally, nonetheless? that's the point of life.

[angelof-thevoid]

Favorite Ship / Supernova

(disclaimer: i hc eris morn with they/them pronouns)

Lately, things have been calm and she got her paperwork for the day done sooner than usual, so with the free time Ikora decided it would be nice to have a spontaneous date. She sends a message to Eris, hoping they aren’t busy at the moment. At least, far as she knew there shouldn’t be anything taking up their time. After a few moments Ikora smiles when her screen lights up with a response.

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It’s a cool, clear night where you’d swear you could see every star in the galaxy that wasn’t eclipsed by the moonlight. A sight like this wasn’t possible in the last city, and seldom did Ikora get the chance to venture out of it. Duty was a chain and it kept her not too far from the city, but in the rare chances she had the opportunity she wanted to take advantage.

Setting down a blanket on the side of a hill, Ikora places two comfortable, large pillows she had against the incline. Eris patiently stood by, their form illuminated by the light of the moon as they looked up to the sky. She wondered how much hive eyes could pick up on the distant pin-pricks of light, having been told they weren't the same as human ones. If you compared it to human vision, technically you could say they were blind.

Nonetheless, they mentioned their way of “seeing” just works differently now. They still had a sense of their surroundings, even knew the distance between themselves and the moon. An odd thing to be precognitive of but they chalked it up to it being the birthplace of their transformation, when Eris became kin to the very enemy they sought the end of.

How things have changed. Outside of that Eris had a sensitivity to paracausality which gave her a refined sense of other guardians as well as the shape of their light, despite being without. Strange changes, but not without some benefits. Ikora reaches over to gently bump her hand against theirs to catch Eris’ attention without startling them. As if much could startle them anymore.

“Finished?” Eris asks as they turn to look at Ikora who nods, the pair’s hands linking together as they settle onto the cozy patch. They lean back, side by side with hands still intertwined and multiple points of contact between their bodies. Silence hung in the air for a short time as they enjoyed the view, until Ikora broke it with a question. One she had long wondered about since Eris’ ascent from the Hellmouth. 

“Do you miss it?” She softly questions, gently squeezes Eris’ hand with her thumb rubbing against the length of theirs. “Miss what?” They reply after a short second. “The light. What you were, before-” Ikora stops herself choosing not to say the rest. 

A contemplative pause, “It doesn’t matter now, does it? It happened. All I can do is move forward in spite of it.” That solemn answer cuts straight through Ikora’s question with a knife’s edge. She turns her head toward Eris who continues, “Nothing good comes from dwelling on what’s missing.” and then a little quieter. “Do you wish I was unchanged?” 

Ikora frowns and quickly sits up, turning her whole body towards them. “I only wish for you to return from the things you hunt every time, safe and sound.” Eris gazes at her as she leans over to rest a hand against their cheek. “It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re still here.” She gives Eris an affectionate smile.

Eris’ own lips quirk up as they sit up as well, faces hovering inches apart before they make the first move to kiss Ikora. It lasts mere seconds as they slowly break apart but still close enough to feel each other’s breath. “In my darkest, loneliest moments, I miss the presence of your light over mine.” 

To think, after everything that’s happened including losing the light, Eris would rather have Ikora leaves her feeling a certain way. She feels the void open its empty maw in her chest, wanting to devour her heart over the proclamation. “Do you?” Ikora breathes out, letting the void energy trickle through her fingertips against Eris’ cheek.

Eris’ shivers a little from the sensation as they turn their face more into her hand, the ever present dark tears dissipate against Ikora’s radiant light. “I do.” Almost reluctantly, they retreat from the physical contact to look Ikora full on when they ask, “Show me your light.”

It comes out not as a question but like a lover’s request for their partner to share their body. And traveler save her, she finds herself bending easily to it. Usually Ikora wasn’t for unnecessary displays of her light, but she couldn’t resist Eris. So she adjusts into a kneeled position and brings her hands to hover in front of her mid-air.

Fluorescent violet light begins to form in a small, concentrated ball between her hands, steadily growing in size and luminescence. Ikora envisions in her mind pouring the void into a container, particles being shifted in an even circular motion that continues to slowly get bigger. 

It’s the size of a kick ball when she decides to stand up, purple light shining its hue across the two of them. Eris watches the nova bomb increase further and further until Ikora has to lift it over her head and release it up toward the sky, flying up and up to a seemingly impossible height until it explodes like a collapsing star.

Like a firework streaks of void shoot outward from the center and leave glittering trails of void as the bolts try and fail to find a target, thus bursting into smaller showers of purple that sparkle amongst the starry sky. An imprint of the void lingers like the burn of an afterimage from a too bright light.

“Beautiful.” Eris says in appreciation. Ikora sits back down with them as they reach out to grab her hand and trace it, making her shiver in return. She pulls their hand up to her mouth and kisses the knuckles of it, huffing a short laugh. “I’m glad you can still find beauty in the light.”

[sweagen]

[dontcallpanic]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 💕

Ahhh diolch yn fawr iawn!! Thanks for chatting and generally been a gorgeous person inside and out! Your thoughts, and mind in general, are always completely and utterly brilliant and I'm just in awe most of the time to be honest! 🩵

[blossoms-and-petrichor]

most underrated thing about the bell jar is the consistent parallel between women being deprived of interiority and autonomy by both men and women's sexism and heteronormativity + mentally ill people being deprived of interiority and autonomy, their opinions and say over their own mind and body sidelined as a symptom or a hassle.

[transfemstarscream]

armada thoughts armada thoughts.......

[yeleltaan]

“Flesh.”

Down to her haunches, poised as a beartrap, the assassin slips a portion of dried meat past her lips, and chews thoughtfully before speaking again.

“Hunger, you possess. I know this for certain; you hunt for knowledge to feed upon, after all. You collect facts. You devour stories. But, and you’ll forgive the directness, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen your appetite sway towards flesh. You don’t stare at naked shoulder blades, your throat doesn’t parch at a bared thigh… I don't recall ever hearing you comment on the beauty of all that is bodily, as a matter of fact. I’m curious: is it just because the human form is unappealing to you, blood of dragons? Or the act itself simply not on the list of your desires? I do not judge.”

She angles her wrist in his direction.

“Dried meat?”

Before all else she utters the word, and as is the case every time Heysel presents him with another topic, Cayin puts his reflections aside to focus on what she may share. She imbues his interest in learning, something he would have deemed wholly unremarkable, with a lyricism that feeds the pride- but even with this in mind the mention of appetite, hunger and flesh briefly mislead him into a literal interpretation, one that would have swiftly led to confusion if she didn’t chose to elaborate. She does, and as the true meaning of her inquiry sets in, his gaze begins to lower following an invisible path to the grass at his side. Verdant strands are caught between his fingers as the latter squeeze and slide along their rising shape. An inhale signals for his response, but all air in his lungs fails to find the words to carry it in time, and so he only breathes out again, deep in the thought.

Think before you speak, one of those small wisdoms he tries to incorporate into his habits. But for some reason this time the deafening silence of his indecision rings his ears with a strange discomfort. His hands move to settle on his robe again, grasping and folding handfuls of it while his arms remain crossed loosely over his lap. Quiet breeds expectation, and today it is unwelcome, which is why he opts to begin prematurely, like one walks into the blinding mist hoping each step will reveal enough to take the next.

“…It’s not. I don’t dislike it.” It appeared strange to him once, but then so did the trees, the rivers and rocks and castles, sands, fields, clouds and even lights, nearly every piece of the world you could fathom, for it was new, and so were the eyes that looked upon them. In time it all fit into place more comfortably, including the physique of man and its many derivatives.  Some such sights he’s revisited through his memories, others he’s built solely from the foundation of an artist’s depiction. Harmonic, grotesque, balanced in its small asymmetries, each piece presumably there for a purpose. Worth picturing again sometime, maybe.

But that’s not what he feels when he sees them up close. Because in the truth of the moment, the first thing he catches is an absence of fur, or at least any dense enough to impede the path of his teeth where it matters. Then, an absence of scales- instead the thin, easily pierced skin that wraps around fat, muscle and cartilage. Shapes alluding to the bones within, connected by tendons, guarding only some of their organs. Everywhere, at every turn, his eyes look first to survival.

The same observations must come naturally to her, a master of her craft. Surely she knows these connections intimately by now, how to undo them without waste, how to bring about the collapse of the whole human structure, at times without even the need to sever. Somehow, it doesn’t seem to him like that’s stopped her from retaining a different paradigm of appreciation for it. Not that he’s ever witnessed the signs of it on her face.

 “It’s just… there’s much else to stare at. Much to look out for.” Things he truly needs for himself, and those he needs to keep away. Those that may make a difference when he’s in need of taking something else. “…I don’t know.”

When she offers the meal right in front of him, it all seems so much more obvious. Two clawed fingertips hook through the given meat, and without a second thought he bites a chunk from it. His jaw munches on its own, and it tastes good. And it is a pleasure that seems so much easier to make happen, than to find someone pleasing and willing to sate you in a safe place. A simple delight that comes in the form of a need that sustains him so vitally, of course he would be hungry for this.

And still, throughout all that chewing his head lingers in more of those stories he’s read. Upon swallowing, his eyes lift to hers to give another inquiry in return, as is their custom.

“…Would you say it’s something worth hungering for?”