#glow up story

[unwrittenhues]

Tall Girl Blues

-A love letter to the Ones Who Couldn’t See..

I’ve always been the tall girl—

the one they couldn’t see for the sky perched above her shoulders.

They mocked my height like I handpicked the heavens,

called me Big Bird, Tree, Jolly Green Giant—

as if my body was a billboard for their inadequacy.

So I folded…

tucked my shine behind lowered lashes,

swallowed my softness,

until silence pulsed louder than my voice ever could.

I was never “big”—just bigger than their comfort.

Thick like honey, sweet with weight,

a silhouette too decadent for their palate.

I filled rooms they hadn’t grown into yet.

And because they didn’t understand it,

they labeled it “too much.”

Too tall. Too thick. Too loud in stillness.

And I let that echo scribble its way across my self-worth.

In crowded halls,

boys passed me like a secret they didn’t dare want seen.

Saw me as a body first, a conquest next—

never a crown, never a story.

And still, I moved with grace wrapped in every stride,

pretty girl with the unreadable face

and the heart that wrote essays in silence.

I was discerning—

smart enough to spot sincerity,

sharp enough to clock the envy in a side glance.

Girls carried grudges in glittered purses,

friendships that fractured the second I mirrored their energy.

Funny how they adored me quiet but detested me confident.

Now I look back at old photographs

and ache for the version of me

who couldn’t recognize her own magnificence.

I wasn’t “too anything.”

I was art in a world that only knew how to erase.

I was never the problem—

just the reminder that they hadn’t grown into their own light yet.

And now?

Now I’m the tall girl they double back to marvel at.

The “you got finer” texts.

The “I always had a thing for you” truths

tucked behind nostalgia and lust.

But even now,

it’s still about what they can take—

not what they’re worthy of keeping.

Yes, I’m tall.

Yes, I’m soft, but forged in fire.

My curves speak like jazz,

my presence preaches without needing to raise its voice.

I still stretch wide—

but now I fill that space with power,

not apology.

You couldn’t hold me then,

and baby—

you still can’t reach me now.

–Mynyhan Kinard

© Mynyhan Kinard 2025. All rights reserved. Reblogs are welcome. Please do not copy, alter, or repost without permission.

[emacrow]

The civilization trapped in an ice meteorite.

Superman, after saving the earth from another earth ending bomb, breeze through space, were glowing clouds of gas and dust known as a planetary nebula floated around aimlessly with glowing green dwarf particles as if a solar system was sucked into, but there only lays a sun and 7 planets here before before something caught his eye.

A pusling aimlessly floating ball like metorite full of frozen white ice with green dipped in the bottom in the middle of space. The pulsing glow flickers like a couple of very slow heartbeats.

Superman used his x ray vision to see inside, and what he saw immediately immediately griped the ice and speed flew over through back to the Watchtower which was not far from here.

Superman spoke in the coms of his oxygen mask to the Watchtower.

"Open the space entrance gates, and someone calls in Beatriz Da Costa. I found a floating town trapped in metorite ice with what seems civilians' insides." Superman spoke in the coms as he pushed the metorite carefully toward the watchtower, unaware of the gigantic glowing transparent being with 8 neon green eyes staring at him wrapped around the ice metorite like a Serpent to it's eggs.

[daretoassume]

another success story you don't need

if i am going back to my journals, notes, and vision boards to see which manifestations have come to fruition, i would say i have achieved most of them. this year, i received the phone i wanted for years, i traveled abroad, i bought the clothes i desired, i worked with amazing people and learned from them, and so much more.

i don't usually answer asks because i would prefer to make a post about it, so here it is. someone asked me if i have had any success with the law, and if so, what they were, since many bloggers fake their success stories.

but does it really matter at all? i understand that people get their hopes up when they see another big, successful manifestation. but in the end, it does not matter when it all comes down to disciplining yourself.

do you think these people who achieved their big manifestations constantly search for more techniques or success stories? no. they do not need them because they understand the law.

so, they apply the law.

i am not talking about just manifesting a specific thing or person you want. this is a life-long journey. you cannot simply manifest a phone and stop manifesting. manifestation is automatic. it always happens. if it didn't, you would not be here at all, and you wouldn't have any experiential reality.

everything is a manifestation, whether you prefer it or not. you don't need another "proof" that it works. it is always working. all techniques, all methods, all tools work because you give power to them. they don't have power on their own. the power comes from you, and you give meaning to them.

be your own success story. you cannot truly live the success story you see from others if you continue needing just one more "success story" to discipline your mind.

[premiumbitch]

۶ৎ RICH, YOUNG & SUCCESSFUL: THE WONYOUNG MANIFESTATION & SCRIPTING PACK ˙⋆.˚

This is for the lovely people who want to manifest stuff about themselves or script this in their shifting script! this pack is a wonyoung (from ive) theme ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ enjoy!

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ✧ 𝒜 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒜𝓈 𝐸𝒻𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒜𝓈 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

You move like the night breeze—soft, weightless, untouchable yet always felt. Every glance, every step, every whispered word carries the epitome of grace gliding across moonlit waters. There is a celestial glow about you, a quiet radiance that lingers like the last shimmer of stardust before dawn. People do not simply see you—they marvel, as if gazing upon something both ethereal and divine.

𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐮𝐬 ✧ 𝒜 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐹𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒

Grace is not just something you possess—it is something you are. Like a lotus rising from glassy waters, you exist untouched by the chaos of the world, blooming in elegance despite it all. There is a timeless beauty in you, something that does not fade but only grows more radiant. The world does not shape you—you shape the world around you, simply by being.

𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹

There is something about you that feels like a new beginning—fresh, delicate, full of hope. You are the soft pink hues of morning, the hush before the world stirs, the gentle light that kisses the horizon. Even in the quietest moments, your presence is felt, not as something loud or demanding, but as a promise that something beautiful always follows the night.

𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 ✧ 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝒜 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑅𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈

Some people are admired in a fleeting moment—others leave behind echoes that never fade. You are the latter. There is something unforgettable about you, like the way a melody lingers long after the song has ended. A single glance, a single word from you, and hearts find themselves tracing your presence like reflections in water—endlessly shimmering, forever held in memory.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒟𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝐹𝒶𝒹𝑒

Your beauty is not something that flickers—it is something that lasts. Like golden light spilling over the horizon, like the glow of lanterns against the velvet sky, you shine in a way that feels endless. No matter how much time passes, no matter how far someone may go, the memory of you is something that stays—soft, warm, eternal.

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐨 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒪𝒻 𝐵𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼𝓃 𝒜 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

Meeting you feels like stepping into a different world—a place untouched by time, where everything is softer, sweeter, more beautiful. You are the golden threads woven into a dream, the feeling of lace brushing against fingertips, the delicate sway of chandeliers in candlelight. Those who meet you do not just admire you—they get lost in the wonder of you.

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 ✧ 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝒜 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝒻𝓉, 𝒴𝑒𝓉 𝒰𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒

Like the scent of fresh roses carried on the wind, you leave traces of yourself in every moment, lingering long after you have gone. There is a tenderness to you, a softness that soothes without effort. People do not realize they have been touched by your presence until much later—when they find themselves yearning for the quiet magic you left behind.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 ✧ 𝒜 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐸𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒜𝑟𝓉

If beauty were a sound, you would be the soft chime of wind against petals, the delicate harmony of blossoms falling in spring. Every movement of yours feels orchestrated, every word like the whisper of a poem come to life. To witness you is to witness art itself—something rare, fleeting, and entirely mesmerizing.

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃

You exist like a melody carried on the wind—soft yet unforgettable, delicate yet powerful. There is a rhythm to your presence, an elegance that flows like a waltz beneath the stars. You are the hush before the orchestra plays, the shimmer of silver on quiet waters. People do not just see you; they listen—for in your presence, even silence feels like music.

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ✧ 𝒜 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓂 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝐹𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓈

Some flowers bloom only for a season, but you? You are a garden in perpetual spring. There is a softness to you, a beauty so light and untouched that it feels almost unreal. Like the petals of the rarest flower, you are admired, sought after, but never quite captured. Your beauty is a dream, one that lingers long after the eyes close.

𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ✧ 𝒜 𝒢𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒟𝓇𝒾𝒻𝓉𝓈 𝒪𝓃 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹𝓈

You are not just beautiful—you are luminous, a quiet light that fills the air like golden mist at sunrise. There is a weightlessness to you, a softness untouched by the world’s harshness, as if you were made of clouds and moonbeams. People find themselves drawn to you, as one is drawn to warmth on a cold morning—effortlessly, instinctively, without ever wanting to let go.

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐳𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝒪𝒻 𝒜 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐿𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

One glance, and the world slows. There is a power in your gaze—not one that commands, but one that enchants. Like the blush of a blooming rose, your beauty is something that seeps into the heart, delicate yet impossible to ignore. People do not simply look at you; they become lost in the art of watching.

𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐎�� 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒪𝒻 𝒜 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒟𝒶𝓎

Some lights are too soft to be caught, too precious to be held for long. You are like dawn’s first blush—radiant, fleeting, something people long for even as they stand in its glow. Your beauty is fresh, untouched, the kind that makes the heart race like the promise of something new. You are not just admired; you are anticipated, like morning light peeking through silk curtains.

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 ✧ 𝒜 𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒮𝑜 𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒴𝑒𝓉 𝒰𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒

Your presence is not loud—it does not need to be. Like a golden thread woven through silk, you are noticed in the most effortless of ways. You are the whisper of sunlight on skin, the quiet luxury of something rare and irreplaceable. People do not rush to see you; they slow down, drawn in by the softness of your glow.

𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝒪𝒻 𝒜 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒲𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒮𝒾𝑙𝓀

Softness is your nature, but it is not fragile—it is the kind that lingers, that wraps around hearts like a delicate veil. Your beauty is lace spun from the finest threads, elegant and intricate, timeless yet endlessly fascinating. You are the finishing touch to the grandest of visions, the dream that lingers long after sleep has ended.

𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐤𝐲 ✧ 𝒜 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈, 𝒴𝑒𝓉 𝐸𝓋𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝒞𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒

Some stars can be reached, but others remain untouchable, glowing high above the world with a light all their own. You are one of them—distant, mesmerizing, a presence that makes the night sky feel alive. People may try to understand your beauty, to define it, but they will always fall short. For you are not meant to be understood—you are meant to be admired.

[seagreenstardust]

“When toxic behavior is portrayed as romantic, it’s problematic. When problematic behavior is portrayed as a character flaw for a character to work through, it’s good storytelling.”

Katsuki Bakugou, my friends.

His behavior was problematic but never once portrayed as romantic at the same time. Katsuki said and did awful abusive things, and he also chose to be better when he was given the chance. If you’re still hung up on chapter 1 Katsuki now then I don’t think you’ve been reading the same story I have.

I can’t speak for everyone, but I’m not shipping Izuku with an irredeemable abuser. I’m shipping him with his most important person. His narrative foil. His childhood friend who made awful mistakes and then made it right when he saw he was wrong. The person Izuku looks up to and strives to emulate, despite their past struggles.

Bakudeku is so good because of how flawed these boys are, and how hard they’ve worked to get over it, and how much they matter to each other after it all

[softerhaze]

quick birthday party side quest to hook alvin up with jay's neighbor since alvin and sasha got a divorce (womp womp)

[knightlysong]

woke up in a cold sweat remembering i can now, in fact, draw hot rick and it's canon i'm coming back story of seasons fandom I'M COMING BACK

[rated-r-for-grantaire]

I absolutely adore Éponine, she’s one of my favorite characters (in general, not just in Les Mis), so no one take it the wrong way when I say I absolutely prefer the Bishop being the one to lead Valjean to Heaven in the epilogue. Not so much musically, but more so from a character standpoint. The Bishop is the one who saved Valjean’s soul. Valjean would not know G-d if not for Myriel; so of course Myriel is the best man to lead him to Heaven. The ideal production, to me, has the Bishop leading Valjean to Heaven and also has Javert in Heaven. Unfortunately, such productions seem to not exist (and I am so so so so willing to be corrected about that).

[vixeneptune]

Daily mantra

I AM OPEN TO RECEIVE BLESSINGS

I AM OPEN TO RECEIVE MY DESIRES

I AM OPEN TO RECEIVE LOVE

I AM OPEN TO RECEIVE MONEY

Repeat 108 times a day

[thirdchairfreshie]

It's so weird seeing people not liking Ivan's newer design cause I think he looks a lot more handsome and the slightly less smooth face helps with that, I just wanna scream about how cute my househusband is 😭

[froggychair05]

@enden-agolor and @soaringhopes’ AU as Lord Huron’s Strange Trails album cover because I’m normal 🫶

Original under the cut:

[talos-stims]

tamari [qualia automata] stimboard with this specific combo of shades of green-brown bc i kept seeing gifs that reminded me of him

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[woodswolf]

a tribute to my favorite post that came out of the pikposting phenomena from august to october of 2023, originally written by @olimar-posting. i have loved this post ever since i first read it and i still think of it very fondly. pure poetry

(Image IDs in alt)

[just-a-life-in-moments]

Love is when someone knows your absolute worst side and still loves you just the same. It's someone who makes things possible for you when you can't. It's someone who holds and comforts you while you cry your eyes out. It's someone who reminds you of all the good things about you when you only see the bad. It's someone who makes sure you're okay, who prays for you every day and night. It's someone who makes you laugh and smile when you feel defeated

[mxtxfanatic]

sometimes i see posts about headcanons of jiang cheng having a friendship/romantic relationship with someone who is not wei wuxian, or becoming more skilled in something than wei wuxian. the relationship headcanons usually include wei wuxian becoming jealous and upset over jiang cheng having an important relationship with someone other than him because he “canonically does not respect jiang cheng’s agency.” The skill headcanons usually include wei wuxian becoming jealous over jiang cheng’s new talent, with an emphasis on him “finally learning what it’s like to be second place.”

i get that these are meant to be fun and silly headcanons but i can’t help but see it as a misunderstanding of wei wuxian and his relationship with jiang cheng. i just want to ask if there is anything in the novel that would support the idea of him not respecting jiang cheng’s agency? and also the idea of him getting jealous over any relationship jiang cheng has outside of him/the idea of him getting jealous over jiang cheng being better than him at something? i’m just curious to know where these interpretations of wei wuxian’s character and his relationship with jiang cheng might’ve come from

Nothing about this has even the slightest echo of canon, jc stans have simply adopted Jiang Cheng's stance on Wei Wuxian, which is that he is nothing without being compared to Wei Wuxian, and no matter how far removed from that man Wei Wuxian is with his new husband and new family, Jiang Cheng's world will forever revolve around Wei Wuxian. But for Wei Wuxian to be jealous of Jiang Cheng forming new relationships, Jiang Cheng would first have to be capable of making friends without Wei Wuxian's presence, let alone finding a romantic partner:

Jiang YanLi put him onto her back and began to walk back, wobbling in her steps as she spoke, “A-Ying, no matter what A-Cheng said to you, don’t bother about him. He doesn’t have a good temper, so he’s always home playing with himself. Those puppies were his favorites. Dad sent them away, and so he’s feeling upset. He’s actually really happy that somebody’s here to be with him..."

—Chapt. 71: Departure, exr

After a few shoves, Jiang Cheng could only accept them, “Hurry up and do what?” Wei WuXian, “You ate the watermelon too, so you also have to return the gift, don’t you? Here, here, don’t be embarrassed. Start throwing, start throwing.” Jiang Cheng snorted again, “You must be joking. What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Whatever he said, however, even after all of the shidi began to throw seed pods, he still didn’t start to move. Wei WuXian urged, “Then throw some! If you throw some this time, next time you can ask them if the seed pods tasted good, and you’ll be able to make conversation again!” ... Jiang Cheng was just about to throw one when he realized how shameless it was the moment he heard it. He peeled a seed pod and ate it by himself. ... After a while of laughter, [Wei Wuxian] turned around and looked at Jiang Cheng, who was sitting at the front of the boat eating seed pods with a long face. His smile gradually disappeared as he sighed, “Well, what an unteachable child.” Jiang Cheng fumed, “So what if I want to eat alone?” Wei WuXian, “Look at you, Jiang Cheng. Nevermind. You’re hopeless. Just wait to eat alone your whole life!”

—Chapt. 125: Lotus Seed Pod Extra, exr

And here's a lovely transcription of Jiang Cheng's failure as a potential husband which gets him blacklisted from all the matchmakers.

Nobody liked Jiang Cheng before Wei Wuxian came along, nobody liked him after Wei Wuxian died, and nobody likes him still, after Wei Wuxian has been resurrected and moved on. For Wei Wuxian to be jealous of Jiang Cheng learning new skills, Jiang Cheng would first have to learn a skill that Wei Wuxian has not already mastered, then be better at it than him, but seeing as Jiang Cheng downs Wei Wuxian's inventions and Wei Wuxian invented a whole new cultivation path from scratch, idk, that'd be hard to beat.

As for however Wei Wuxian would react to Jiang Cheng miraculously accomplishing any of these things in this jc stan fantasy, he'd probably breathe a sigh of relief that Jiang Cheng is focusing his energies on something else that's not being a menace to society:

After a pause, [Wei Wuxian] asked again, “How have Sect Leader Jiang and Jin Ling been?” ... Lan JingYi pouted, “They seem pretty fine. Sect Leader Jiang is the same as before, always lashing out at people with his whip. Young Mistress’s temper has been getting better. In the past he could talk back thrice to his uncle after he scolds him once. Now he can do ten times.” ... Hearing Lan JingYi say so, Wei WuXian relaxed slightly. In truth, he knew that these weren’t what he really wanted to ask. But as it sounded like Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling had been doing quite well, there was nothing left to say. He stood up and dusted off the lower hem of his clothes, “Sure, then. It’s pretty fine indeed. They can keep up the good work. You guys can continue. I need to go take care of something.”

—Chapt. 116: Banquet Extra, exr

Nothing about Wei Wuxian—"无羨/wuxian" meaning "without envies"—would suggest he'd be envious of Jiang Cheng of all people when he's never even been envious of people who can actually match his skills (Lan Wangji), have relationships and interests outside of him (Wen Ning), or have expertise in things that he does not (Wen Qing, Jiang Yanli).

One day, jc stans will stop making their fav's life about Wei Wuxian.

[zookacestance]

I’m getting back to being myself🌷

I’m excited to draw.

I’m happy with myself.

I’m reading again.

I’m listening to the music I enjoy.

I’m motivated.

I’m doing things without worrying what others would think.

I’m passionate about my goals.

I’m happy doing schoolwork.

I feel so perfectly myself! Take this as a sign to stop caring what everyone thinks about you! Be yourself! Love yourself! Create healthy habits! Engage in media and hobbies that make you happy! Embrace the imperfections, they make you unique! I believe in you.