#insecure

[spac3y-d0g]

shoutout if you hyperfixate

Shoutout if you say sorry to everything

shoutout if you have trouble speaking for yourself

shoutout if you overthink

shoutout if you snap for no reason

shoutout if you use neopronouns

shoutout if you don’t use pronouns

shoutout if youre part of the lgbtqai+

shoutout if youre trying your best

shoutout if you can’t handle every day life

shoutout if you don’t fit in your body/species

shoutout if you made it through yesterday <3

Adding more because it made me so happy to read through the comments and reblogs :3

shoutout if you’re 1 minute clean

shoutout if you successfully made it out of a abusive household/relationship

shoutout if you’re stuck in a abusive household/relationship

shoutout if you can’t communicate your needs

shoutout if you can’t love anybody in a romantic way

shoutout if you don’t know your gender/sexuality

shoutout if people don’t understand how your brain works

shoutout if you’re disabled

shoutout if you’re a person of color

shoutout if you don’t fit into stereotypes

shoutout if you do fit into stereotypes

shoutout if you love to fast

shoutout if you made it out of bed this morning

shoutout if you ate some food today

shoutout if youre hydrated right now

shoutout if youre trying your best to take care of your self <3

Whelp gotta edit this again bc of how many hate I'm getting with my "your" and not "you're" (dw I've deleted most of them) :(

[zanephillips]

JAY ELLIS Insecure 1.04 "Thirsty as Fuck"

[crazygnomenclature]

I tested it later on, and unfortunately putting sprinkles in the microwave with marshmallows just cause the sprinkles to fall off the expanding mallow. Sorry I lied.

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[todostoast]

born to say do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me forced to say wyd

[warningsine]

[theoakings]

The next time you have an insecure thought, I pray you pause and remember this verse. I pray you take a moment to really meditate on what it means: Look at yourself with gratitude and awe, knowing you are the result of God’s creativity and expert handiwork. You are a reflection of His wisdom, intentionally set apart through your design for His purpose.

God delights in you, and how He created you. Genesis 1:31 says that when God looked at all He had made, He declared it “very good.” That relates to you too! There’s no part of your design that’s a mistake. No matter what society tries to impose on you, remember that God’s thoughts and ways are so much higher than ours. The wisdom of the world is nothing compared to the infinite wisdom of God. Let that truth sink in and shape how you see yourself.💕

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Random lol, but: Could this be another reason God looks past appearances and prioritises our hearts? Because He knows His works are perfect anyway—so why not focus on what truly matters? (1 Samuel 16:7)

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Words to note if you want to:

The word “fearfully” comes from the Hebrew root yare, which means to revere, respect, or stand in awe. You are a reflection of God’s awe-inspiring, to be revered and respected handiwork and power.

The word “wonderfully” comes from the Hebrew root pala, which means to be distinct, set apart, or uniquely marvelous. You are intentionally designed, set apart, and uniquely crafted with precision, care, and infinite wisdom.

God bless you!💗

[firelise]

Cinematic parallels - "F*ck them kids!"

Twilight Breaking Dawn Part II (2012) Insecure (2016-2021) Killing Eve (2018-2022)

[classycookiexo]

[melodicmelancholia]

[zisuniverse]

[whydidisavethistomyphone]

[svicidal-sandwichmaker-slvt]

Another attempt of a coord without owning actual jirai clothes (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

I took the belt/corsage off in the train tho because I got insecure (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

[xichilie]

Imma feed you; how about a reader whose body insecure-especially on the stomach, so brant showers it in kisses, not noticing how much it tickles the reader.

Thanks and have a great morning/day/night

this is such a cute idea ♡ I imagine Brant to be soft and sweet in such a situation, just like when he talked to Roccia. I hope this version is like you envisioned it ♥︎

Brant x insecure (fem) reader

Every inch of you

The lanterns in Brant’s cabin flickered softly, casting a warm glow across the dimly lit room. Outside, the sea stretched endlessly under the soft glow of the moon, the usual lively chaos of the Troupe’s hideout replaced by the peaceful hush of late night.

Y/N sat at the edge of the bed, fingers absentmindedly twisting the hem of her shirt. Brant was lounging behind her, propped up on one elbow, watching her with an easy smile. She could feel his gaze—warm, patient, unwavering—but she kept her eyes down.

Brant had noticed something was off earlier, even if she hadn’t said a word. The way she tugged at her shirt whenever she moved, the way her hands hovered over her stomach when she sat, the way she subtly tensed when he ran his fingers along her waist—not pushing him away, but bracing herself.

And Brant, for all his theatrical charm, could also be soft.

So, he shifted closer, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You’ve been quiet tonight,” he murmured, voice gentle. “And not in the usual I’m enjoying the peace before Brant starts another dramatic monologue kind of way.”

Y/N let out a small breath of laughter, but it faded too quickly.

Brant pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, his arms tightening around her just a little. “What’s on your mind, love?”

She hesitated. “…It’s nothing, really.”

Brant hummed thoughtfully, then rested his forehead against the back of her neck. “Mmm, see, I’d believe that if I didn’t know you better.”

Y/N sighed, fingers still gripping the fabric of her shirt. “…It’s stupid.”

Brant smiled against her skin. “Then it’s perfect for me.”

She groaned, nudging him lightly with her elbow. “Brant.”

He chuckled, but the playfulness in his voice softened. “Go on, darling. Tell me.”

She hesitated before finally admitting, “I just… don’t like how my stomach looks.” A humorless laugh slipped out. “I know it’s dumb to think about, but I just—”

Before she could finish, Brant shifted, pulling her back into his lap. She gasped as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his head resting just beneath her collarbone.

“…Do you know how much I adore you?” he murmured.

Y/N swallowed. “Brant—”

“Because I do,” he continued, tilting his head up to press a slow, lingering kiss just below her ear. “Every inch of you. Every soft part. Every curve.” His hands slid down, resting over her stomach, fingers splaying gently. “Especially here.”

Y/N stiffened, but Brant didn’t let go. Instead, he loosened his grip just enough to rub soothing circles against her skin through the fabric. “You don’t have to hide from me, love.”

Y/N exhaled slowly. “I just… I don’t see it the way you do.”

Brant hummed in thought, then suddenly—without warning—he dipped down and pressed a kiss right to the center of her stomach.

Y/N flinched.

It was barely noticeable, a small, involuntary twitch, but Brant felt it.

He lifted his head slightly, one brow arching as he studied her reaction.

Interesting.

He pressed another kiss, just to the side this time.

Y/N’s fingers twitched against the sheets, but she remained quiet, her breath just a little unsteady.

Brant smirked. Ah.

So, being the menace that he was—he slowly dragged his lips across her skin before pressing another exaggerated kiss, right above her navel.

Y/N’s entire body tensed.

Brant lifted his head just enough to meet her gaze. “Darling…” His smirk widened. “Are you ticklish?”

Y/N tried—desperately—to keep her expression neutral. “No.”

Brant grinned.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, voice full of mischief. “You lied to me.”

Before she could protest, he attacked.

He pressed another kiss, then another, each one slow and deliberate as his hands gently squeezed at her sides.

Y/N tried to hold it in, she really did—but a small, strangled giggle slipped past her lips, betraying her.

Brant gasped dramatically. “Oh? What was that?”

She immediately slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to push him away with the other. “Brant—!”

But Brant, ever the performer, had found his audience, and he was not about to let them leave.

“You wound me, my love.” He pressed another kiss, trailing lower. “Hiding such crucial information from your own husband-to-be?”

Y/N squealed, struggling to escape. “Brant, I swear—!”

He pulled back just slightly, his vibrant blue hair tousled from where she had tried (and failed) to shove him away. His eyes gleamed with mischief. “Swear what, darling?”

Y/N took a deep breath, glaring at him. “If you don’t stop—”

Brant did not stop.

He pressed another lingering kiss, his lips brushing against the softest part of her stomach.

Y/N dissolved into laughter, her entire body writhing as she tried to squirm out of his hold. “Brant—please!”

Brant finally pulled back, looking up at her with the smuggest expression known to man.

Y/N was breathless, her cheeks flushed, eyes watery from laughing so hard. She shoved his shoulder weakly. “You are insufferable.”

Brant grinned, resting his chin on her stomach. “And yet…” His voice softened. “You adore me.”

Y/N sighed dramatically, running her fingers through his tousled hair. “Unfortunately.”

Brant hummed in satisfaction, his arms tightening around her waist. “Good.”

His expression turned tender, all mischief fading as he gazed up at her. “But truly, my love—there is nothing about you I do not cherish.” He placed a final, soft kiss against her stomach, voice barely above a whisper. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

Y/N felt warmth spread through her chest, something soft and overwhelming settling deep inside her.

Her fingers carded through his hair, her voice quieter now. “Maybe…” She sighed. “Maybe I can try.”

Brant smiled. “That’s all I ask.”

And as he pulled her into his arms, Y/N realized something—

Maybe, just maybe, she could start to see herself the way Brant did.

He sighed contentedly as he sat up, pulling Y/N fully into his arms, cradling her like she was the most precious treasure in the world. His grip was firm yet gentle, his body impossibly warm against hers.

“See? Much better,” he murmured, resting his chin atop her head. “Now you’re exactly where you belong.”

Y/N huffed, but there was no bite to it. “You’re ridiculous.”

Brant grinned. “And yet, you adore me.”

She sighed dramatically, leaning against his chest. “Unfortunately.”

Brant chuckled, running his hands up and down her back in slow, soothing strokes. He shifted slightly, making sure she was comfortable before wrapping the thick, plush blanket from the bed around both of them.

Y/N melted into him, her ear pressed against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was comforting—strong and sure, like it had been made to beat just for her.

Brant’s hand wandered up to her hair, his fingers combing through it in lazy patterns. “Mmm,” he hummed. “This is nice.”

Y/N closed her eyes, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with every slow breath. “It is,” she admitted softly.

Brant pressed a kiss to the top of her head, lingering for a moment before resting his cheek against her hair. His voice was softer now, quieter—his usual theatrics melting into something more intimate. “You know… I never sleep as well when you’re not with me.”

Y/N tilted her head slightly, peeking up at him. “Oh?”

He hummed in confirmation, golden eyes half-lidded, already sinking into the warmth of their embrace. “It’s true. The bed always feels too cold. The room too quiet.” He let out a slow breath. “But when you’re here…” He pulled her closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Everything feels right.”

Y/N’s heart clenched at the tenderness in his tone. He wasn’t saying it to be dramatic (though that was his nature). He meant it.

She buried her face against his chest, her voice muffled. “You’re such a sap.”

Brant laughed softly, tilting her chin up with a gentle finger. “Only for you, love.”

She rolled her eyes, but the fondness in them was unmistakable.

Brant smiled, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her forehead before letting his head rest against hers. His arms tightened around her just slightly, as if anchoring himself to the moment.

The room was quiet, the only sound the soft creaking of the ship and the rhythmic beating of Brant’s heart.

Y/N sighed, relaxing fully against him. “…I could get used to this.”

Brant grinned, his voice drowsy but full of warmth. “Good. Because I refuse to let go.”

And true to his word, he didn’t.

[roxygen22]

bf timothee gets pissed and jealous bc yn is interacting w another guy before realizing that either he has a s/o, hes gay, or wtv you want

Jealous

"Who was that?" Timothée growled as he returned with your drinks, jutting his sharp chin toward the guy you were just speaking with while he stepped away. You and he had just started a few months prior, so this was his first company holiday party as your plus one.

You turned to see who he was glaring at. "Oh, that's Mark. We've worked together for a long time. He is one of our contract attorneys." As if he heard you speak his name, Mark turned and caught you looking. He smiled and sheepishly waved. You blushed with embarrassment and ducked your head before turning back to Timothée.

"He knows how to make you laugh," he said in a flat, gravelly tone.

"Oh, he's effectively the office clown. Mark does great work, but he doesn't pass up the opportunity to make people laugh. He has the worst dad jokes that you can't help but laugh and shake your head at. I enjoy it when he gets assigned to my contracts. He keeps things light."

Timothée shifted uncomfortably in his chair, arms crossed and glowering across the room. He almost looked like he was pouting. Is he jealous? you thought to yourself. You had never seen him behave like this before.

Suddenly, Timothée jumped to his feet and held out his hand. "Want to dance?"

You hesitated briefly as your brain caught up to his sudden change in demeanor. "Of course," you replied, taking his hand to let him lead you to the dance floor. Light jazz music filled the air from the stage band at the front of the room. Perfect for slow dancing.

You and he swayed beneath the twinkling lights on the dimly let floor. He rested his forehead against yours, humming softly to the tune, eyes focused on you and you alone, until you glided past Mark. A fire lit his eyes as his soft gaze shifted to a cold hard stare at the other man. Timothée lowered his hand to the small of your back and pulled you even closer.

On one hand, you were not a piece of meat to be fought over in a one-sided competition, as you were not Mark's type, nor was he yours; however, you were surprised to find the possessiveness mildly titillating on a primordial level. You lifted your hand from Timothée's shoulder to his cheek to gently pull his focus back to you.

His gaze softened once again. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," you returned. "Where did you go?"

"Oh, uh," Timothée stammered. "I just got a little distracted."

"Uh-huh," you replied with a smirk.

"Look up!" Your head swiveled to the side when you heard one of your nearby coworkers whisper yell, pointing to the ceiling. You and Timothée followed her gaze up to the mistletoe near the stage that he had managed to dance you under. He lowered his eyes to you and grinned so hard that you couldn't help but return. Given that you were in a room full of coworkers now staring at the two of you, you expected a cute, chaste kiss.

In an instant, you were staring at the ceiling again because Timothée had dipped you down and planted a forceful kiss on your lips. In shock you parted them, which only encouraged him to deepen the kiss further. You felt the blood rush to your face - in part due to gravity, but mainly from the embarrassment of hearing your workmates whooping and cheering all around you.

When Timothée pulled you back to your feet, your head whirled. You focused on him just in time to see him flash a smug look over at Mark. Mortified, you angrily growled through your teeth and stomped off through the side door by the stage. Timothée hung back for a moment in surprise, arms out around the void where you once stood until he regained his wits and chased after you.

"[Y/N], I-"

You spun on the balls of your feet to face him. He shrank back at the evident anger on your face, something he had not yet been subjected to in your time together.

"What was that?!" you yelled. "Don't you think that was a little EXTRA for a work party?"

"I just, I-"

You wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise. "You are just jealous. Timothée, Mark is GAY. And happily married at that. You have nothing to worry about. But maybe I do, if you feel like you can't trust me and feel the need to strut about like...like a damn peacock to defend your territory."

"I- he-?"

"Yes, Timothée. He is gay. I am definitely not his type, nor is he mine."

"Oh." His shoulders fell as he stared at the ground, realizing that he was out of line.

"Timothée, YOU are my type. I love YOU and only you. Ok?"

He lifted his head rapidly, mouth agape. "You love me?"

"Yes. I know I haven't said it out loud until just now, as this is all still so new. Maybe if I had, it would have prevented this little...," you paused, unable to find the right word as you gestured between Timothée and the event venue. "Display."

"I love you, too," he all but whispered. You stepped closer to him and placed your hand on his chest. His heart beat wildly beneath your fingertips.

"Yes, but you don't own me, Timothée." He nodded and placed his hand over yours. "I need you to trust that I am not going to let myself get swept away by some cute guy at work."

"Cute?!" He bristled and then cleared his throat to keep the green-eyed monster at bay. "I suppose he is objectively good looking," he muttered.

You stifled a laugh. "But not as cute as you, my love."

Timothée half-smiled. "Love. I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing that word."

You patted his chest. "Now that it's out in the open, you'll be hearing it a lot. Now come on, let's get back inside out of the cold."

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