#dsciplined

[raffaellopalandri]

Buddhist Noble Eightfold Path

I am often asked what principles I follow and mention in my posts. The answer lies in the profound wisdom of Buddhism, particularly the आर्याष्टाङ्गमार्ग – āryāṣṭāṅgamārga or the Noble Eightfold Path. This path presents both a set of rules and a framework for living a more mindful and compassionate life. It’s an eight-limbed approach, whose pillars I divided into three categories for a quicker…

[alekkia134]

accountable

I told myself today that I was gonna eat 3 meals - good healthy low calorie meals. I had breakkie and it was good. I thought I could do it until it got to 2pm. I was ravenous and i binged (Spat and chew). I had a pie, a sausage roll, bread and tandoori chicken (which i actually ate). Then S + C like 7 brownies and icecream. 

If I keep going with this I am going to be the size of a house. I have no discipline and i deserve to be punished. I am begging for help. I have no dscipline or self control. 

Nobody likes fat ugly girls anyways

Its gotten so bad since ive had my IUD put in. Has anyone got tips for dealing

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@dsciplined​ | lyric sc. battlefield // svrcina

    “Everything could stay the same, or we could change it all.”

[bonhcmme]

bountyman replied to your post

// is it that terrible? I've never read it or know anything about it

Erm. I’m the first person to say there’s subjective opinion and personal tastes, but... well. I’ll just. Let you read an example below from someone who has been exposed to it. “Train wreck” sums it up quite neatly.

dsciplined replied to your post

cosette has this guy she’s into and at one point he ducks under her skirts to hide from marius and then apparently it’s sexytimes just like that and

I... don’t even know where to start.

[cwntrap]

VISITOR. ( @dsciplined. )

    “Who are you?”

    It’s a question that bears asking; from the back of his cell, squinting at the light, picking out the details of the young man - not so much younger than himself, though he feels infinitely older, at the moment - standing beyond the bars that confine him, Ransolm can’t fathom the reason for this visit. He doesn’t get visitors. He’s on a fast-track to execution, waiting out his last days in the quiet and the dark. Being accused of high treason would do that to a man.

    He’s spent some time pondering what happened, turning it over in his hands like one of his formerly prized Imperial artifacts. Had there been any other outcome? He cannot say. But this; this is unusual, and he finds himself standing.

    “And is this business, or a social call? I’m afraid I make a rather poor host at the moment.”

    A wry twist of his lips; an attempt at humor, even now. 

[mindsmade]

pops in here just to blow a kiss for you and your amazing muses

––– you, my guy, are a real treasure oK. blows a smooch right back at you 💙     ( // @dsciplined )

[hopefired-a]

rey’s hands are steady on the cup she’s holding, but her eyes remain trained on the dark, cooling liquid inside it all the same, unmoving as she ponders everything she’s heard -- everything that’s been REVEALED in only a short amount of time. she’d been a prisoner, and now she’s not; she’d been a NO ONE, and maybe now she’s not that either. if his words are true, the family she sought and LONGED for for so long exists... but not in any way she EXPECTED.

the hum of the ship is steadying, though very DIFFERENT from the whispers of the sands in jakku. her mind catches on trivial things even as she tries to process the important: the clean crispness of his uniform, the untarnished metal on the walls. how the tea in her hands would have cost her countless credits back on niima. how she feels DIRTY & SMALL, but keeps bony shoulders straight all the same. how is she supposed to fit into this world?    ( she, a SCAVENGER, with nothing to her name but scattered dreams and calloused fingers? )

❝ how did you know? that i’m a... that i’m one of you? ❞    she asks finally, dark eyes moving back up to meet the general’s -- hux’s. he’s told her his name, and she knows he’s first order, and now there’s the word CLONE sitting heavy on the back of her mouth... but it’s all still a blur nonetheless.    ❝ why was i left on jakku? ❞    she considers that she can finally can pose that question to someone who might have ANSWERS for it.

@dsciplined // SHEEV’S UR DADDY

[ferocioushonesty]

have a tiny random reminder that! you are an awesome writer and have been one of the highlights of my dash ever since I found your blogs

❣️❣️❣️ asdjkojdsl

This certainly was random, unexpected, and very much appreciated. I kept it a while so it could age like a fine wine— and it did. Thank you!

[britishnation-archive]

just popping in to say that you write Mycroft beautifully, and from your fantastic headcanons to Mycroft crushing on prime ministers, you're always a delight to have on the dash!!

[ sdhfdshgdf how to reply to such a frighteningly sweet compliment? Thank you so much for your kind words! Your writing is gorgeous and I delight in the joy you derive from strengthening your genuinely immaculate characterisation. It’s a pleasure to have you on my dashboard! Don’t everstop.

[starhubris-archive-blog]

brother go to sleep or i will tell everyone embarrassing stories about u from when u were little

YOU’RE  NOT  OUR  FATHER.

[weaponsdirector]

✏!

(drawing meme 2 cheer me up)

him

[jcmesklrk-blog]

the ship jolted suddenly, causing kirk to stumble in the corridor before pushing his way onto the bridge, the doors opening as he stepped toward them. blue eyes scanned the bridge, seeing everyone in a panic.

he quickly changed his heavy gaze toward the massive ship that held its position off in front of the enterprise. a deep sigh escaped his lips as he placed himself in the captain’s chair and signaled the ship, hoping to make contact. the enterprise held no rebel markings, but it didn’t have any first order markings either.

@dsciplined liked for a starter.

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ichorcrowncd?

send me urls to gush about. | accepting.

um. UM. i am always down to gush about avery. @ichorcrowncd​ is top notch, y’all. a+, 10/10, would follow again and again. they’re such a treasure? i love their hux, and everything we write together – even just the vague, joking plot lines me, avery, and miri all toss around together. avery is one of those people who makes me practically cry laughing while i’m trying to keep a straight face in class. they’re always just – a bundle of sunshine. they’re so kind and so friendly, and hilarious – and we share a lot of interests that i don’t get to talk about a lot otherwise. we’re really similar in a lot of ways. they’re busy a lot, so we don’t get to talk or write as often as i’d like, but i really do consider them a dear friend, and i’m so happy we met. avery is just so good, and i’d recommend their blog to anyone – but also they’re just such a lovely person to have around.

[bonhcmme]

some classic JV/J - prompt: a dance ?

3-sentence fic

“Can you spare a turn for me, monsieur le maire?” The hand extended is taken in the (probably vain) hope it will not become a vise. He is already prey pinioned by that cool gaze— but by some curious property of hypnosis, he is willing.

[ichorcrowncd]

“If we wait until we are ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.”

@dsciplined | meme

This is beyond ludicrous, but – perhaps Arum has a point. He often does, loath as Hester is to admit it. Nevertheless, he has to put up a token resistance, if only to provide Arum with the antagonism he’s used to. “We’ve already been waiting our entire lives, and you’ve yet to convince me that now is the ideal time for patricide,” he says, voice low but not a whisper. People pay attention to whispers, he’s found, much more than they do a quietly spoken conversation. “Surely we can engage in your little espionage fantasy after Operation Stardust has been completed?”

[dctrian-blog]

@dsciplined  //   ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴇs                  gentle   is  the  smile  that  lingers    'pon  his  lips  as  his  fingers  tap  to  the  sound  of  the  drums  of      WAR       that  echo  in  the  silence  of  his  beating  heart                       memories  keep  a  man  from     flying     when  the  wind  is  right  to  carry  his  wings.             ❛      do  you        miss      it       ?      the       THRILL     of  it  all,  i  mean.       do  you  sometimes  find  yourself        longing       for  the  sight  of  another  sunrise ��across  the  battlefield    ?   for  the  lord  knows  that  i  do  sometimes.    ❜