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Colton Ryan gif pack

Hello besties, under the read more you’ll be able to find 147 medium size gifs of the american actor and singer Colton Ryan, in his role as Jed in the show Poker Face, episode 2. These were all made by me. Please don’t repost without credit, don’t hesitate to shoot a like or reblog if used, enjoy!!

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Writing Male Fighters

Body Language

Before they start fighting, they will communicate a lot through body language, either conscious or subconscious.

Standing with legs apart, elbows out to the side, shoulders aquared, chin thrust forward and up, hcest inflated and turned full front to his opponent, piercing stare. These cures are intended to make him bigger.

He may hook his hands into his belt, framing his genitals.

Subtly stretching his neck or spine.

Stepping close up to the other, invading the other person's personal space. The one who steps back will "lose" - when this happens, we know that fists will be flying soon.

Skills

When writing a scene from a male point of view, don't make the mistake of writing a detail about basic fighting skills (like landing a fist in the opponent's jaw). For a man (on average) who probably learnt to box in his playground days - it would be better to let the moves come naturally.

For fancier skills (like weapons handling or martial arts), you may explain in fuller detail so that your readers can follow what's happening.

Weapons

Men often have a special relationship with their weapon: very personal, almost intimate. The weapon may serve as a symbol of his power, masculinity and reflect his self-image, even.

The hero may be seen cleaning, repairing, oiling his weapon, bragging about it or comparing it with others'.

Men Against Women

Most men are reluctant to hurt a woman. This instinct is often hard-wired into them, even in martial arts school that pride themselves on gender equality.

While there is no biological reason for sparing a a female fighter - only the sense of good old chivalry - you can show your villain hesitate for a second or hit less hard when a see a woman coming for him.

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ENG: In the SOURCE LINK you'll find 669 gifs (268x150 & 268x268) of Froy Gutierrez in The Strangers: Chapter 1 (2024) for sale in payhip. All of these gifs were made from scratch by me for rp purposes, so please do NOT claim them as your own, repost, or add them to your gif hunts. Edit as you wish, but please give me some form of credit or tag me if you post it. LIKE or REBLOG if you’re using!

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[mauroar]

Uh so I’m starting my social transition FTM do u (as a much learned wise man) have any advice? Like something u would tell you your younger self that u feel people should know when transitioning? Or just in general advice

okay first of all. per my sideblog’s 6k post, you do not need to lose weight to pass. please write that in permanent marker and leave it in your head.

second of all. Be your own guy. you have individuality before transition you can keep that while you are transitioning. be unique!! be different!! do your own thing!!

masculinity is a thing that has to be forged. when i just started transitioning i didn’t know what the hell masculinity was meant to mean. i had been agender for like 2 years and had lost concept of most gender. if you don’t know what you’re supposed to be doing, KEEP DOING IT.

if you feel you’re like a fool, presenting masculine, becoming a boy, you are not! you are becoming your true self and no one else is allowed to care because this is who you are. dress how you want. do voice training or don’t. use a masculine name or don’t. it Does Not Matter. this is your transition, no one else’s. you decide what happens here.

if you’re like how i was at first and you don’t know how to dress like a guy or act like a guy? best advice i’ve seen is look for the guys that are like you. guys come in all types of masculinity. try to focus on one type of masculinity for now, whichever type of masculinity is closest to you.

if you can’t find a good type of masculinity? MAKE YOUR OWN. in fact this should actually be what you do first. MAKE YOUR OWN MASCULINITY.

you do not need to be like anyone else at all. you dress how you like, use whatever voice you like, whatever name and presentation you like.

you are a guy because you say you are.

(these are just some real general tips i’ve got, i’ll make a post later on sideblog for more specific stuff i started doing)

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(just dabbled back into temperature play, so I thought, I'd share some quick, short wisdom for the baby doms and baby subs)

Curious about wax play? Here's some nice little pointers, if you don't know where to start.

How to choose a candle that is suitable? First off, beeswax? Nuh-uh (for beginners). It burns hot enough to leave second degree burns if you don't know what you're doing. For starters, use natural (white), non-scented wax. It has a fairly low melting temperature - afterwards, feel free to explore with colored wax, if you're looking for aesthetic values.

What to do before the scene? Obviously, negotations... always. Make sure to evaluate your sub's pain limit beforehand (are they a big masochist or not?). Arguably The most important step: Test the impact of the hot wax on your own skin. That way, you can get a feeling for the pain (how it stings and how much it stings), and feel more confident and safe afflicting it onto your sub. For easy removal after playtime, make sure to prepare your sub's skin with either vaseline or baby oil - you'll thank me later, I promise. Adding onto that, use towels to avoid spillings.

What to do during the scene? Make sure to light your playtime candle approximately 10-15 minutes before you begin your scene. That way, a puddle of wax can melt - although, anticipation and tension are your two big best friends with wax play. For extra points, you can blindfold your sub and/or tie them up. That way, they can neither see your next move nor flinch away from the heated (hehe) impact of the wax. Keep in mind that the distance between candle and your sub's body determine the wax' temperature when it is dropped onto their skin. The higher you hold the candle, the less the impact will sting - the closer the candle is, the hotter the wax will remain; additionally to the heat radiating from the candle's flame itself (but let's not dive into that now). As with all impact play, start light. Build your sub's pain tolerance slowly, take your time, so the both of you can enjoy the, again, anticipation. For added stimulation (if you're feeling more confident), try using both hot wax and ice cubes on your sub's body, switching them up in between. A great time, Lace's guarantee :D But frankly, there's endless variations of adding wax play to your scenes.

What to do after the scene? Clean-up is very easy if you applied baby oil or vaseline before the scene - just take a towel and carefully wipe everything of. Make sure to apply soothing balms or lotions on the affected skin afterwards, disinfect them beforehand if they seem very irritated. Absolutely, ab-solute-ly, check in with your sub's condition the next day or two and look for serious burns.

That's it for the beginning. Stay safe, sane and consensual, and most importantly, enjoy yourselves :)

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Hi (●’◡’●)ﾉ

I'm not sure if you do multiple characters for one request so if you don't you can just pick one. Please can I request a Reader x some genshin men (Childe, Kaeya, Itto) where the Reader is emotionally fragile but holding it together but one day they finally break down and the characters come home to find the Reader sobbing or something.

Req’s OPEN! | | Breaking the silence.

﹒ ∬ ﹒☕️ ﹒ GENSHIN X READER | Fluff |

⌣ ﹒ ✿ ﹕Kaeya, Childe & Itto

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✦ ﹒ ┈ ﹕KAEYA ❄️

The days had been long and heavy, each one blending into the next. You had been holding it together, putting on a brave face for everyone around you. But inside, the weight of your emotions was becoming unbearable. You felt like a fragile glass, one small crack away from shattering completely.

Kaeya had been your rock, always there with a comforting smile and a reassuring word. But today, he was out on a mission, and you were left alone with your thoughts. The silence of the house seemed to amplify your feelings, and you found yourself struggling to keep the tears at bay.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room, you finally broke down. The sobs came in waves, each one more intense than the last. You curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow to your chest, as the tears flowed freely.

. . .

Kaeya was exhausted. He had just returned from a long and grueling mission, and all he wanted was a hot shower and a good night's sleep. As he walked into his home, he could sense that something was off. There was an odd energy in the air, a feeling of heaviness.

As he made his way through the house, he heard a faint sound coming from the living room. He approached cautiously and peeked into the room. What he saw made his heart drop.

You were sitting on the couch, your body shaking with sobs. Your shoulders heaved with each wave of emotion, and your eyes were red and puffy. You looked small and vulnerable, a stark contrast to your usual strong and steady demeanor.

Without a moment's hesitation, Kaeya rushed over to your side. He sat down beside you and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest.

You clung to Kaeya like a lifeline, the sobs still wracking your body. You buried your face against his chest, your tears staining his shirt. You had tried so hard to keep it together, to be strong and unshakeable, but in that moment, all you wanted was to let go, to let someone else take on the weight for a while.

Kaeya held you tighter, his arms strong and comforting around you. He could feel the tremors going through your body and the hot tears on his skin. He didn't say anything, just stroked your back and held you close.

You looked up at him, your eyes red and puffy from crying. “I… I can’t do this anymore,” you managed to say between sobs. “It’s too much.”

Kaeya's expression softened as he looked down at you, his heart breaking at the sight of your tears and the pain in your voice.

"I know," he said softly, rubbing your back in soothing circles. "I know it's too much, but you don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you."

He paused for a moment, his gaze steady and compassionate.

"Just let it all out. I'm not going anywhere."

You leaned into him, finding comfort in his steady presence. Your body continued to shake with sobs, the weight of your emotions finally becoming too much to hold back. Kaeya held you tighter, his arms strong and protective around you.

After a few moments, your sobs started to subside, replaced by the occasional hiccup and shaky breaths. You looked up at Kaeya again, your eyes rimmed red and swollen.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice shaky. "I didn't mean to fall apart like this."

Kaeya shook his head, his expression gentle but firm.

"Don't apologize," he said firmly. "You have nothing to apologize for. This is just a release. You've been holding everything in for far too long. It was bound to come out sooner or later. And I'm glad you let it out with me."

He reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his touch tender and carefulla. "It's okay to not be okay, y'know?"

You nodded, your eyes still watery with tears. His words soothed the aching in your chest, and you leaned further into him, finding comfort in the steady beat of his heart.

"I don't know why I can't keep it together," you mumbled, your voice hoarse from crying. "I thought I was stronger than this."

Kaeya squeezed you gently, his arms still wrapped around you. "Strength isn't about never breaking down," he said softly. "It's about picking yourself up and facing your emotions, no matter how tough they are."

He leaned his head against yours, his cheek against your hair. "You're one of the strongest people I know. You've been through so much, and you're still standing. It's okay to break down sometimes. It doesn't make you weak. It makes you human."

You let out a shaky breath, his words sinking in. You had been running yourself ragged trying to be strong, to appear impenetrable. But maybe he was right. Maybe it was okay to let yourself feel weak sometimes.

You closed your eyes, exhaustion finally settling in. "I just feel so tired," you murmured. "Like the weight of everything is too much to carry."

Kaeya nodded, understanding and empathetic.

"That's only natural," he said quietly. "It's exhausting, carrying such a heavy load. You've been through a lot. You need time to rest and regroup."

He pulled you closer, adjusting his position so you were more comfortable. "Close your eyes," he said. "Just rest for a bit. I'll stay right here, if you want me to."

✦ ﹒ ┈ ﹕CHILDE 🌊

The days had been long and heavy, each one blending into the next. You had been holding it together, putting on a brave face for everyone around you.

But inside, the weight of your emotions was becoming too much to bear. You were emotionally fragile, yet determined to keep going, hoping that things would get better.

One evening, after a particularly tough day, you found yourself alone at home. The silence was deafening, and the walls seemed to close in on you. You tried to distract yourself, but the overwhelming feelings you had been suppressing for so long finally broke free. Tears began to stream down your face, and before you knew it, you were sobbing uncontrollably.

. . .

Childe had promised to come home early, but a few work-related emergencies had kept him from meeting that goal. When he finally stumbled through the door hours later, he instantly knew that something was off. The house seemed too quiet, and the uneasy feeling in his gut grew stronger with each step.

He heard the sound of soft sobs coming from the living room and followed the sound, his heart quickening.

He found you curled up on the couch, your body shaking with silent sobs. Your face was buried in your hands, and the weight of despair was palpable in the air.

He stood frozen in the doorway for a moment, his heart breaking at the sight of you in such a state. He had seen you strong and resilient, but this vulnerability was a new and painful sight.

He crossed the room quickly, sinking down beside you on the couch. He didn't say anything at first, just wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. You leaned into him, your body still wracked with sobs, and clutched at his shirt, seeking comfort.

Childe held you close, his arms tight around you. He stroked your hair, whispering soothing words in your ear as he tried to comfort you.

"It's okay," he murmured. "You can let it out. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Your tears continued to fall, hot and plentiful, leaving damp splotches on his shirt. The sobs shook your body, and you clutched at him like a lifeline, desperate for the grounding touch he offered.

He didn't try to stop your tears or tell you to pull yourself together. Instead, he held you, letting you release the emotions that had been boiling inside you.

He kissed the top of your head, his voice gentle. "Let it out. Don't bottle it up."

You continued to cling to him, your sobs gradually subsiding as the storm of your emotions began to lessen. Your breathing slowed, and the tremors that rocked your body subsided.

Childe just held you, his hands rubbing small circles on your back, providing a steady and reassuring presence.

Once your sobs had quieted, he gently tilted your chin up so you were looking at him. His eyes were filled with concern and compassion, his own expression reflecting the worry he felt.

"Can you talk to me?" he asked softly. "Tell me what happened. Is there something bothering you?"

Your voice was shaky and hoarse from crying, but you managed to croak out a few words. "It's... It's everything," you managed to say, your voice cracking. "Everything's just... it's too much sometimes, you know?"

Childe's expression softened. He had seen you struggle before, but this was different. It was like a dam had broken, and everything you had been holding back was finally coming to the surface.

He cupped your face with his hand, gently wiping away the tears with his thumb. "I know it's hard," he said gently. "But you're not alone in this. I'm here for you. We'll figure it out together."

You leaned into his touch, your eyes closed as you took comfort in his steadiness. His presence was reassuring, a safe haven in the midst of the emotional whirlwind you were experiencing.

"I just feel so... overwhelmed," you murmured, your voice trembling slightly. "Like I'm drowning in emotions. I can't seem to keep myself together anymore."

Childe nodded, his hand still gently stroking your cheek. "You've been carrying this weight for a long time, haven't you?" he said quietly.

His eyes searched yours, understanding and compassion clear on his face. "You've been so strong, holding everything together for so long. It's okay to break sometimes."

You nodded, his words striking a chord within you. You had been pushing yourself too hard, trying to be strong for everyone else's benefit. But the weight was becoming too heavy, and you couldn't carry it alone anymore.

"I... I just feel so lost," you admitted, your voice shaky. "Like I'm floundering, trying to keep my head above water. I don't know how much more I can take."

Childe's arms tightened around you, pulling you closer to him. "You don't have to do it alone, " he said firmly. "You never have to do it alone. We'll figure it out together, okay? You're not in this alone."

You buried your face against his chest, your tears starting to flow again. But this time, they felt different - they weren't as heavy, as desperate. It was as if his words, his presence, were chipping away at the overwhelming emotions.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice muffled against his shirt. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."

✦ ﹒ ┈ ﹕ITTO 💥

In the quiet town of Inazuma, you had always been the pillar of strength, holding everything together despite the emotional storms raging inside. Each day was a battle, but you managed to keep a brave face, not wanting to burden anyone with your struggles.

Your boyfriend, Itto, with his boisterous personality and childlike enthusiasm, was often your source of light in the darkness..

One evening, after a particularly tough day, you found yourself on the edge. The weight of your emotions became too much to bear, and the dam you had built to hold back your tears finally broke. You collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, the sound of your cries echoing through the empty house.

. . .

Itto, who had been out on one of his usual adventures, burst through the door with a triumphant grin, holding a large, colorful bug he had found. “Look what I got!” he exclaimed, his voice full of excitement. But his joy quickly turned to concern when he saw you on the floor, tears streaming down your face.

He dropped the bug in surprise, the creature skittering away as Itto rushed over to you, his loud footsteps clattering on the floor.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his usual cheerful voice edged with worry. He dropped to his knees beside you, his hands hovering uncertainly as he tried to work out what to do.

You couldn't respond, your words choked up by the tears and the wave of emotions that was washing over you. All you could manage was a shaky gasp as you continued to sob, your body wracked with the force of your emotions.

Itto pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around you, trying to offer whatever comfort he could.

"Hey, hey," he murmured, his voice filled with worry. "You're scaring me, y/n. Just tell me what's wrong. Let me help."

But you couldn't speak, the emotions still choking you. All you could do was grip onto him tightly, your fingers clenching at his clothes as if he was your lifeline. Your body shook with uncontrollable sobs, the tears flowing like a waterfall, soaking his shirt.

Your sobs slowly quieted, your body shuddering with the aftershocks of your emotional breakdown. You leaned heavily against Itto, feeling exhausted and vulnerable.

His shirt was damp from your tears, but he didn't seem to care. He just held you, his strong arms a comforting presence.

As your cries lessened, he gently pulled away, his eyes searching your face. "Can you talk to me now?" he asked softly. His hands were still rubbing gentle circles on your back, grounding you in the moment.

With a shaky sigh, you managed to nod. Your voice was hoarse and thick with tears. "I just... I just needed to let it out," you whispered, your voice cracking. "It's been too much for so long, and it just... it just all came out."

Itto's expression softened, a mix of relief and sympathy in his eyes. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "Why didn't you tell me it was getting this bad?" he asked quietly.

You looked away, shame and guilt coursing through you. "I... I didn't want to worry you," you mumbled. "You've always looked up to me as this strong, unflappable person. I didn't want to disappoint you by showing you how weak I really am."

Itto's eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "You're not weak," he protested, his voice firm. "You're just... you're human. We all get overwhelmed sometimes, and you just needed to let it out. You shouldn't feel ashamed for having feelings. I don't expect you to be strong all the time, y/n. I just want you to be honest with me. Share the burden with me."

Your throat tightened as his words hit you. You had been so afraid of disappointing him, of losing his unwavering faith in you. But now, hearing him say that he didn't expect you to be strong all the time, it was like a huge weight lifted off your shoulders.

"I... I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice still shaky. "I thought... I thought if I showed weakness, you'd... you'd think less of me."

Itto pulled you closer against him, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," he said gruffly, but there was no anger in his voice. "I could never think less of you for showing your true feelings. I love you, y/n. Weaknesses and all."

The last of your defenses shattered at his words, your shoulders shaking with a mixture of tears and laughter. "You're such an idiot," you choked out between sobs. "But I... I love you too. Even though you're dumb and loud and annoying."

Itto let out a noisy guffaw, his chest rumbling with laughter. "Hey, I can be smart and quiet and pleasant when I want to be," he protested, a grin on his face. "I just prefer to be my loud, obnoxious self. It's who I am, take it or leave it."

[focusonmy]

This is for the Indians that support i*rael. Unfortunately I've seen lots of comments with the Indian flag supporting I*rael. And I want them to understand that this is how I*raeli citizens see them.