#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]

[zisuniverse]

[whydidisavethistomyphone]

[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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@croatianprincess @bluizh @groovy-lady @pmak2002

[ed-recoverry]

I love you everyone who has a lot of acne!

I love you everyone with acne scarring!

I love you teens with acne!

I love you adults with acne!

I love you everyone with nodulocystic acne!

I love you everyone with cystic acne!

I love you everyone with hormonal acne!

I love you everyone with papulopustular acne!

I love you everyone with nodular acne!

I love you everyone with acne mechanica!

I love you everyone with painful acne!

I love you everyone who gets acne flare ups!

I love you everyone who has been brushed off or neglected by doctors!

I love you everyone who experiences acne as a side effect of medication!

I love you everyone where medication didn’t help your acne!

I love you everyone who is insecure or upset about their acne!

I love you all.

[melodicmelancholia]

[mintyys-blog]

Bucky barnes x reader: beautiful

You never thought you’d find yourself here.

Sitting in the comfort of Bucky Barnes’ arms, in the warmth of his apartment, surrounded by soft light and the hum of the city in the distance, you felt… out of place. But not in a way that made you uncomfortable. No, it was more like you didn’t belong in your own skin.

Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, your eyes trained on the ground as the conversation from moments earlier ran through your mind.

“I love everything about you, you know that, right?” Bucky had said earlier, his voice soft, yet insistent. “You’re perfect, just the way you are.”

But you didn’t feel perfect. You felt insecure, unsure. Bucky had been patient, so incredibly patient with you, but there was a part of you that couldn’t shake the doubt. Especially when it came to the more intimate aspects of your relationship.

“I just—” You shifted uncomfortably, picking at the sleeve of your hoodie, your mind racing. “I don’t feel like I’m enough for you, Bucky. Not in the way you deserve.”

He hadn’t said anything at first, just looked at you with those soft, blue eyes of his, his expression full of understanding. The silence between you both was thick, heavy, and you could feel the weight of your insecurities building up in your chest. Bucky, however, never once pulled away, never let you hide from him. His hand found yours, gently taking it in his, his thumb brushing across your knuckles as he moved closer to you.

“Y/N,” Bucky murmured softly, lifting your chin with the gentlest touch, urging you to meet his gaze. “You are more than enough. You always have been. I love everything about you.”

The words should have been enough to ease the storm in your heart, but instead, they only caused a deeper ripple of discomfort. You couldn’t believe it. Not entirely. Not with the doubts that were tangled up in your mind, the voices that told you you weren’t good enough, weren’t sexy enough, weren’t confident enough.

“I just… I don’t know how to feel about myself, Bucky,” you admitted quietly, the vulnerability raw in your voice. “I can’t get past it. I can’t be… confident, not like you deserve.”

Bucky’s face softened as he let out a slow breath, his hand slipping around to the back of your neck. “I don’t need you to be perfect. I need you to be you. The woman I love, Y/N. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

His words hung in the air, but you still couldn’t push away the insecurity that gnawed at you, the feeling of inadequacy that seemed impossible to escape.

Bucky studied you for a moment before his lips curved into a tender, loving smile. “Can I show you, sweetheart?”

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. You weren’t sure what he meant, but there was something about his tone—something in the warmth of his gaze—that made you nod, albeit hesitantly. You trusted him, you did, but you weren’t sure how he could convince you of something that felt so impossible.

Without another word, Bucky gently pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. You were tense, your body stiff as you instinctively shied away from the closeness. You feared that he’d see all the things you hated about yourself, the places where you felt too soft, too insecure, too awkward. But his hands were steady and warm, soothing against your skin as he pulled you into the space between his body and the soft, plush cushions of the couch.

“Shh,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Just relax, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

His words were soft, grounding, and as his hands moved slowly over your back, soothing away the tension in your muscles, you couldn’t help but close your eyes. His presence, calm and steady, filled the space between your doubts.

Bucky’s voice was low and gentle when he spoke again. “I love every part of you, sweetheart. Every curve. Every scar. Every imperfection. It’s all beautiful to me. And I want to show you just how much.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your mind still wrestling with your insecurities. “But I don’t—”

He cut you off, his thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw, coaxing your face up to meet his. “No more words. Just trust me, okay? Let me show you.”

Bucky’s lips brushed against yours, slow and tender, like a promise. You hesitated for a moment, the walls around you threatening to rise, but Bucky’s touch was patient, his hands never rushing, his movements always attuned to your needs. He didn’t push. He didn’t try to hurry anything. He simply let his love for you speak through the soft press of his lips, through the gentle, steady rhythm of his touches.

As his lips moved from yours, trailing soft kisses down the side of your neck, you felt the warmth spreading through you. It wasn’t about how you looked, not about the things you thought were flaws. It was about how Bucky made you feel in this moment—cherished, safe, loved.

He paused, lifting his head to look at you. His eyes were filled with tenderness and adoration, and you saw no judgment, no criticism—only love.

“I want you to feel good, Y/N. I want you to feel beautiful,” Bucky whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “Because you are. You’re perfect to me, just the way you are.”

You swallowed, the weight of his words settling over you like a blanket. For the first time, you didn’t feel the need to hide. You didn’t feel like you had to be something different, something you weren’t. With Bucky, you realized, you didn’t need to be anything other than yourself.

As his hands gently slid under your shirt, his touch reverent, you found yourself surrendering to the moment, to his gentle insistence that you were enough. His hands were like a map, exploring every part of you with careful reverence, tracing the lines of your skin as if memorizing them. He didn’t rush, didn’t push. He took his time, making you feel treasured, making you feel wanted, as if every part of you was worthy of his attention.

The doubts still lingered, of course—they were hard to shake—but with each soft kiss, each tender touch, you began to realize something. Maybe, just maybe, you were enough. Not because of anything you did or didn’t do, but because of the love Bucky had for you. And that love, pure and unwavering, was enough to silence the voices in your head, even if just for tonight.

When you finally opened your eyes, you saw Bucky smiling at you, his face inches from yours. His lips brushed against yours again, slow and tender, a promise that you were everything he needed and more.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice full of adoration.

You smiled back, your heart swelling with something you couldn’t quite put into words. “I love you too, Bucky.”

And for the first time, you truly believed it. You believed that you were more than enough.