#and their honesty and vulnerability

[terriblygrimm]

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) — dir. Joe & Anthony Russo.

[slow-reader-reads-books]

I find the most interesting difference between Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan isn't "malice" and "kindness" but rather Shen Jiu being a desperate-to-survive sore loser and Shen Yuan being an uncompetitive good sport, and it's interesting to see how their differences kind of flow from those two opposing traits

Both are desperate to survive in their own ways, however I guess you could argue Shen Jiu did everything to secure the life he wanted, meanwhile Shen Yuan idled and idled until fire was put under his ass and he finally had to do something to secure better living standards for himself

You could argue Shen Jiu has a stronger will to survive, but even being alive he didn't seem to enjoy it and be happy all that much. Meanwhile Shen Yuan strives for very little but generally is happy with the bare necessities and choosing to just loudly inflate his complaints about little things instead, which probably endears him to the people around him

[graciepoetsociety]

i was fighting for my life the first time i watched the c word and i witnessed gregory ‘displays genuine affection about twice throughout the entire show’ house lovingly and earnestly run his hand through james ‘the only person he’s ever truly loved’ wilson’s hair and i to this day have still not recovered it haunts me in my sleep it is imprinted onto my eyelids

[buckevantommy]

it's so wild to look at s1!buck compared to s7!buck

[shayberri789]

Something about how in chapter 4 of trc Adam is insecure about the fray on his second hand sweater, and how it's a symbol of his background and insecurities, and how most people don't notice it, and if they did, they didnt think better of him for it

And how Blue saw it immediately and it was something she liked about him, a girl too good at seeing the vulnerabilities of other people, but Adam didnt want someone to see his insecurities, didn't want someone to acknowledge that life

But Gansey did. Gansey needed someone to see him at his worst and love him for it, and blue did that

And how Adam needed someone to see him at his most unruly, and encouraged that

And Ronan makes Adam loud

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

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[dreadfuldevotee]

jsyk i will be atributing 14's new found physical and emotional tenderness to the doctors sadness over fumbling yaz so fucking hard

[hella1975]

picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor reaching for the phone cause i can’t fight it anymore and i wonder if i ever cross your mind for me it happens all the time IT’S A QUARTER AFTER ONE I’M ALL ALONE AND I NEED YOU NOW SAID I WOULDN’T COME BUT I LOST ALL CONTROL AND I NEED YOU NOW AND I DONT KNOW HOW I CAN DO WITHOUT I JUST NEED YOU NOW another shot of whiskey can’t stop looking at the door wishing you’d come sweeping in the way you did before and i wonder if i ever cross your mind FOR ME IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIMEEEEE IT’S A QUARTER AFTER ONE I’M A LITTLE DRUNK AND I NEED YOU NOW SAID I WOULDN’T COME BUT I LOST ALL CONTROL AND I NEED YOU NOW AND I DON’T KNOW HOW I CAN DO WITHOUT I JUST NEED YOU NOWWWWWWW OHHHWOAHHH guess i’d rather hurt than feel nothing at alllllllllllllll IT’S A QUARTER AFTER ONE I’M ALL ALONE AND I NEED YOU NOW AND I SAID I WOULDN’T COME BUT I’M A LITTLE DRUNK AND I NEED YOU NOW AND I DON’T KNOW HOW I CAN DO WITHOUT I JUST NEED YOU NOOOWWWWWWWWWWW I JUST NEED YOU NOWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAOOOOOOOWWWW OH BABY I NEED YOU NOOWWWWWWWWWWW

[agirlunfilteredsblog]

THE BEAUTY OF VULNERABILITY

Hi girls! No doubt some of you (or none) have noticed I have been absent for quite some time. For that, I truly apologize, and will do my best to explain why in this post while talking about how important it is to surrender yourself to vulnerability.

If I’m being honest, I have not been in the best headspace this month, and felt unfit to be talking about self-improvement and mental health while struggling myself. Roughly two years ago, I lost someone very important to me, someone I was in love with, due to no fault but my own. And I never got the closure to tell this person how I felt, so I feel I’ve never gotten the closure to move on (though rest assured, I am no longer in love). Furthermore, he was a close friend of mine and so, I lost two important things in my life in one go. For the past two years, summers have been rough, as they were now a symbolic of my cowardice and loss.

Sometimes in my head, I tell myself how ridiculous it is to be so stuck onto a situation that happened two years ago; but today I told asked myself why that is. Is it shameful to feel? Is it shameful to acknowledge how deeply we can love? I decided I should no longer feel as though my experiences were shameful; to the contrary, even if the pain is present, it is proof that I am human. That I am an individual capable of love, compassion, empathy, joy, AND sadness. This feeling of loss will eventually fade, time is beautiful in that regard. I remember seeing in a movie that you should simmer in those feelings for as long as you can, because once you don’t feel them anymore; it is over for good.

Writing this is undoubtedly tough for me, as I struggle with opening up. But if there is anything you all have taught me is that there is infinite beauty in vulnerability. I want you guys to read this and remind yourselves that if you are going through pain, heartbreak or loss that you aren’t alone. I am with you every step of the way, despite a screen separating us all.

All my love,

A girl unfiltered 💋

[thebirdandhersong]

not to be dramatic but will I ever know peace

[wheelchair-wizard]

Irish Myths

VOL 9. The SELKIE. An Irish Mermaid Story

The Selkie’s Secret

In a forgotten corner of the Emerald Isle, where cliffs stood like ancient guardians and the waves whispered forgotten lullabies, there dwelled a fisherman named Eamon. His cottage clung to the rugged coast, its thatched roof weathered by countless storms. Eamon was a man of few words, his eyes etched with the sorrows of a lifetime spent chasing elusive fish and memories.

One tempest-laden evening, as rain drummed upon the windowpanes and the sea roared its defiance, Eamon stumbled upon a sight that would forever alter the course of his existence. There, nestled amidst the seaweed-strewn rocks, lay a treasure—a seal pelt of silver-gray, soft as moonlight and shimmering with otherworldly grace. Eamon’s gnarled fingers traced its edges, and he knew he held something more than mere fur. This was the skin of a Selkie—a creature of myth and melancholy.

The legends whispered of Selkies—of their dual existence, their fluidity between land and sea. By day, they swam as seals, their sleek bodies slicing through the icy depths. But when the moon hung low, they shed their skins, emerging as ethereal women, their eyes reflecting the mysteries of the abyss.

Eamon hid the pelt beneath his bed, its presence a secret shared only with the wind and the salt. Days turned into weeks, and his cottage became a sanctuary for the lost and the weary. Sailors sought refuge from raging storms, widows mourned husbands swallowed by the sea—all found solace within those walls. Yet Eamon’s gaze often strayed to the hidden pelt, wondering if the Selkie would return.

Then, one moonless night, as the stars blinked like ancient eyes, Eamon heard it—a melody that tugged at his heart, a lament woven from moonbeams and longing. He rushed to the window, and there she stood: the Selkie. Her skin was pale as foam, her hair a cascade of seaweed green. Her eyes held the wisdom of ages, and her lips curved in both fear and hope.

She was naked, vulnerable—a creature caught between realms. Eamon retrieved the pelt, its silvery strands slipping through his fingers like water. He held it out to her, voice barely a whisper. “Take it,” he said. “Be free.”

The Selkie’s tears glistened. She reached for the pelt, her fingers trembling. But then she hesitated, torn between love and duty. For Selkies faced a cruel choice: to remain with mortal lovers or return to the sea. Their hearts were bound by moonlight and salt spray.

Eamon understood. He had glimpsed eternity in her eyes, tasted salt and starlight on her lips. And so, with a bittersweet smile, he released her. The Selkie donned her pelt, her form shifting until she became a sleek seal once more. She nuzzled his cheek, a silent farewell, before slipping into the waves.

As the sea swallowed her, Eamon wept—for love unspoken, for a Selkie lost, and for the ache that would haunt him till his dying day. He walked the cliffs thereafter, eyes scanning the horizon, listening for her song—a melody carried by the wind, sung by a Selkie who danced beneath the moon.

And so, the legend of Eamon and the Selkie passed from generation to generation—a tale of sacrifice, of love that transcended realms, and of a fisherman who held the sea’s secrets close to his heart.

And there, my friend, ends our journey—a whisper of magic and longing that lingers in the salt-laden air, where Selkies still dance upon moonlit shores

Christy,

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[spankingtheatre]

To that anon, if I was your partner I'd be happy that you opened up to me even if you shared a kink of yours. Just honesty alone makes you so attractive!

btw, I love this blog too ❤️❤️

Absolutely, I find honesty extremely arousing, to me candour is more erotic than any filthy words. The times a partner has shared a hidden kink with me for the first time have been some of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life.

Imagine telling me spanking turned you on. Then imagine what might happen next.

Which is why it's such a shame most strangers stop talking well before they reveal what really turns them on. I think most “bad dates” would turn out quite differently if their participants were asked the questions that really made them shine.

But we’re on such high alert, we regard each incoming question as a devious test, and agonise over what it really reveals. Anxiety makes us underestimate just how besotted our partner is with us. But the reality is, if we're candid about what we really want, it might lead to one of the best evenings of our lives.

[whatididtomakeitbetter]

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TDSS: Duncan and Gwen Argument by MyFantasiMind

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Succession | S02E02