#motivetion

[orbisounds]

Natural Harmony: Embracing Nature’s Music #music #creative #motivation #...

[anynews]

ఏమైనా వార్త ఉందా ప్రతీ తల్లీ బిడ్డను చదివించేది

[faizinfm]

“If you want something you’ve never had, you must be willing to do something you’ve never done.” —————————————————————————— #gymmotivation #positivity #ownlife #script #choices #problems #motivational #motivetion #motivationalvideo #handleproblems #bestlines #quotes #quotestoliveby #friendsreunion #movie #movielines #lifequotes #nature #quotes #quotestoliveby #quotesaboutlife #insta

[venomgaia]

postop doodle of the skrungler

[justablah56]

Nicky Freeman, an underbust corset, the missing heart embroidery shirt (https://www.tumblr.com/happi-tree/727095236752539648?source=share)

Do you see my vision?

icy I absolutely see your vision I have to draw this at some point

[vani2002]

[keffirinne]

Please do post the rest of what you wrote for please not him!

I think you wrapped up the story in a really nice way, so you could even post these as a separate thick, like a companion piece or separate one shot. But please do post them! I want to read everything you’ve written for him.

Hi anon!

Sorry it took me so long to reply, wanted to wrap it up in a finished, short oneshot for you!

So happy you're still interested in my Roman's fics :3

It takes some pressure off me when I have the whole piece completed and can just post something whenever I feel like it, like this.

I mean, I can do it all the time, but my project management skills turn on, when I have unfinished stuff, waiting to be ended xD

Maybe not everything I have in my drafts I find suitable for posting, definitely not in the form I have it there right now, but your comment really motivetes me to go back to these ideas, rethink and rewrite them.

So here you have it!

Bad dream

Roman Sionis x Reader

#Reader's traumatic experiences from the past #Roman's shitty attempts to comfort the reader #he has no empathy so it is a golden star for him anyway #based on true story when I had a bad dream and started screaming in the middle of the night, waking up myself and my boyfriend (now fiancée). He reacted way better than Roman did

The musty smell of mold settled on your clothes, eating into the fabric. The walls of the cramped room with torn, faded wallpaper were like a prison, surrounding you on all sides, unabling the escape. 

In your throat you felt a bitter, iron-like taste of terror.

You were suffocating.

Your lungs constricted in burning pain from lack of oxygen and every desperate attempt to take a breath ended in nothing. You were opening your mouth wide open till your jaw hurt but it was as if there was no air at all.

And you needed air to scream. 

You needed to make a sound to cry out for help. This thought like a slithery, cold worm crawled up your back, making you realize that no one knew where you were. And no one would come here to help you.

And there he was, coming right at you. His face blur, yet you knew he had this filthy smirk on his face. His approaching figure, like a walking nightmare that you couldn't withstand.

Again, in a hopeless attempt to save yourself, you opened your mouth with all your strength, but no sound came in.

He was only a few steps away from you. Curled up on the floor, you hid in a corner of the room, dug your nails into the rotten wood leaving red marks on the floor.

If only you could scream, call for someone to stop this. To stop him.

You knew what was going to happen, you saw it too many times before, yet every time you wanted to believe that maybe, now, it would be different. And despite it, you were never prepared for the inevitable culmination. 

Every time it felt like the first time.

Your tormentor was towering over you, doing nothing about your vulnerability. You knew that on one hand he had this disgusting salamander tattoo. A design that will be forever remembered. As he was strangling you, the amphibian stared straight into your eyes without any act of mercy. Cold, rough hands were clamping down on your neck, and all you could feel was that burning pain and fear. The body that still wanted to fight was being forced to give up.

Suddenly you heard someone calling your name. The voice was quiet, like coming from afar. It was so indistinct that at first you weren't sure if it didn't just was in your head. But the longer you began to focus on it and listen into it, the image of your tormentor began to blur. The death grip on your neck eased and the room began to disappear. The voice was getting closer. It was calling you. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Stop screaming, woman!"

You woke up still screaming when someone strongly tugged on your shoulder. 

Your whole body was covered with sweat and the heart was pounding like it was about to pop out of your chest.

It was still dark, but you weren’t any longer in that room, your tormentor was gone. You bluntly looked around to recognise that it was Roman's bedroom. The memory from a few years ago was still alive in your subconscious, unlike the man who caused you so much harm. In the shapes in the darkness, you recognized the silhouette of Roman sitting next to you with an expression of angry concern on his face. He was clenching his fingers tightly on your shoulder, staring at your apparently confused face. 

It was just a dream.

The images, as real as the bed you were lying in and the window through which the moonlight was now casting, laying in long, white stripes on the floor. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." you hid your face in your hands as the wave of embarrassment started to take over the overpowering feeling of terror from which your heart was still pounding. 

"Fucking finally." Roman grunted and let go of your arm.

He rubbed his face with his hand and leaned against the headboard. He was looking sleepy and tired, which was understandable when he had just woken up in such a violent way in the middle of the night. Crossing arms on his chest, waited for a good explanation why you decided to interrupt his eight hour beauty sleep. 

"You probably think I'm nut." you started, trying to calm down your heartbeat.

"What the hell happened? You just started screaming like a total kook."

"I had a bad dream. A memory actually. Sorry."

Your breathing slowly began to calm down, absorbing the reality that surrounded you. The traumatic experiences from the past began to retreat, hiding in that  corner of your mind where it was probably destined to stay forever.

"I thought someone was murdering you or something." he said reproachfully. 

He wasn't far from the truth. 

"I know, it felt very real. I'm sorry."

"You said sorry already three times."

Not knowing what to answer, you lay down on the pillow. To reclaim the composure you started studying the furniture in front of the bed. It was a trick to focus on a few objects that you learned to calm yourself down. Roman wasn’t saying anything, you thought that he got offended, like he often did for no reason or just went back to sleep and you were embarrassed enough to not speak up first. So when you heard his voice again, not so angry as before, it surprised you. 

"What was the dream about?"

There was something extremely intimate about this question and somehow reassuring. Yet the last thing you wanted now is him to feel pity for you. 

“Old memory. The not-so-good ones.”

He muttered in response as if he understood what you meant by that, but he didn’t insist on more details.

“And FYI, I don't usually act like this.” you added in an attempt to deflect the topic.

“You don't usually scream in the middle of the night as if you were fighting for your life? Good to know.” his sarcasm was back.

Roman settled down on the pillow next to you.

“Next time you want to wake me up with your mouth, there is a better way.”

Not sure if this was his attempt to defuse the situation or was he actually asking for a blowjob, which was also highly likely, you appreciated the humor.

“Very funny.”

Covering yourself tighter with the sheets you lay yourself down to sleep. You closed your eyes, but after a while you opened them again. Staring at the ceiling you started to contemplate the situation. It's not like you expected any sort of compassion from Roman, it actually surprised you that he didn’t kick you off his bed. You turned on your side, so that you were now looking at his face in profile. His eyes were closed and his chest was rising steadily under the thin silk.

“Roman?” you asked quietly.

He grunted without opening his eyes.

“Good night.”

In response, he muttered something that sounded similar to "good night." 

You closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep.

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[petterbrorson]

Lämnad ensam (större version), akvarell, 36x26,5 cm

Det här är en något större version av motivet från den lilla studien i det förra inlägget. Jag har lagt med ett par foton av processen.

Det här var en omöjlig utsikt för bara några år sedan. Det fanns en skog mellan vägen och sjön. Det här trädet står som ett minne av den.

...

Left alone (larger version), watercolour, 36x26,5 cm Here's the slightly larger painting done after the small study in the previous post. I've included a couple of progress photos. This was an impossible view just a few years ago. There was a forest between the road and the lake. This tree stands there as a memory of it.

[warsofasoiaf]

What would be Robert reaction if came out that Joffrey Was behind Bran assasination attemp+motivet? What would be Sansa, Ned & Caitlyn, Cersei, Littlefinger& Varys?

Robert? Absolute and utter fury. His son attempted to murder his best friend's son. He wouldn't admit any fault on his own part, because that's not really in Robert's playbook.

Sansa? Betrayal. Her golden prince was a monster.

Ned and Catelyn? Fully justified rage.

Cersei would probably worry about how it reflects on her in true narcissistic fashion.

Littlefinger would probably use that to encourage factionalism to further his own goals, same with Varys. Varys would see Joffrey as further proof for the need for his "perfect prince."

Thanks for the question, Steady.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

[rakubalka]

Hey, what do you think about other teacher for Tsuna? Its my fav plot

Like Reborn would be livid, he doesn't like the fact Tsuna openly prefers his other teacher and refuse to acknowledged his authority

He would either:

Try to beat the other teacher to estabilish 'superiority' and control over the Vongola heir

Try to play nice with his fellow teacher, while clearly expecting to be Tsuna's main teacher and everyone to obey him, not the other teacher, since its Nono's orders

Also, try to claim to be the 'Decimo's tutor' is prestige, Tsuna would be very OP, and Reborn wants credit for that power, to be acknowledged as his tutor, the other teacher begin at Tsuna's side all the time with his openly calling him 'sensei' would be problematic

Same with would happen with Adopted!Tsuna, Iemitsu would try to claim 'his son's power'

'I have a teacher already, someone that cares about me, someone I trust and love, I have no intentions of switching that for some asshole'

I love it

If you want au with an OC or OCs of mine I already have to in mind

Willow

A character of mine who I'm dubbing the world's babygirl (a man mentally in his forties but is more so in actual years in his mid 300-500 ) who is essentially also GODS little brother and as a result can get away with a lot of shit no one else can , and also follow in his two big sibling footsteps and become a absolute menace to any evil unfortunate enough in his way

The way Tsuna got into his tender care is by mistaking him for an assassin and stabbing him (because no matter what the first child this man will have in any universe will always stab him and then get immediately adopted , because he is that type of idiot) . Tsuna was expecting the guy to either die or to kill him , what he wasn't expecting was an elite hunter (especially on angels and anything similarly bloodthirsty) with admin privileges to adopt and to start training him in the age old clan traditional martial art made specifically to fight people stronger than you on a regular basis and not only survive with minimal injuries but also win

Also as far as Willow is concerned one more Sun he has beef is to be expected . Because with the exception of ONE specific Sun God and one specific Sun motivet angel he has beef with literally everyone else who's a sun for some reason .

Also Reborn good luck trying to survive the warth of the two older siblings who make Kawahara look like an ant after you shoot their precious baby brother . Cus you're gonna need it

Medusa

Essentially everything Reborn thinks and hopes he is but she actually is

Example - Greatly respected in her field of work ( torturer , he chosen field of magic , Vindice equivalent in their world but with actual accountability for their actions and no hypocrisy) , master in mind games (was trained to be part of a information gathering , managing and use of team with one shape shifter and one speed focused person , and she not only took the leadership role but also understood the lessons the most ) , master in the art of seduction (she made the love angle into a love triangle and then a trouple by making both the center and the other angle fall for her in a intricate plan of hers because she fell fast and hard for center and then a week or two later understood she also has a crush on the other engle in this love angle and decide trouple it is ! Later on they got married so she cannot only seduce but also keep them after ) , is famous even out of their main career (she is a literal world or at least multi continental popular punk rock star who has used concerts on multiple different moments in her career as a cover for an operation ) , has great leadership (was literally the head guard of the prison of her organization until she give birth to , raised , trained and still teaches the only person competent enough to get the position from her , and she did this not once but twice) , greatly liked by those around her (all of the above and more ) , is great in politics (she married a fay high lord and is not only running the politics but also dominating it , the moment it showed that all of her kids got her brain in politics there were multiple days long cries of joy )

Honestly the moment Reborn even tinks of taking credit for her work he is getting the political equivalent of a Tsar Bomba by either her or Tsuna

Needless to say Tsuna is an absolute beast in the politics and is planning along with his new Mom and his Mists the way they want to make this mortal underworld fall

Tsuna is also now the youngest of four siblings , all of which fay , who are gonna be especially protective of him

[sleepingbeautyaurora]

I'm not doing that well again, so I'll be remaking my little ROUTINE🤍🤍

6am

15min pilates

500ml of water

Breakfast: 2eggs and a slice of bread

1pm

Lunch: protein and rice/potatoes + dessert (like a chocolat)

6pm

500ml of water

Dinner: tuna and rice/bread + fruits

I really like this cute routine, but I'll try to update every other day to get me motiveted.

Byee🤍🤍

[turqlands]

#motivasyon #motivetion #keşfet #keşfetbeniöneçıkar #video

[hiraethwrote]

heyo

just coming in here to give a quick update

oh and a thousand time thanks for actually reading and interacting with my work <3 when i first decided to start this, i just wanted to have somewhere to put my ideas. i expected a few likes at best, so it has absolutely surpassed my expectations and im truly thankful. it has really motiveted me to write more here, and maybe take it a little bit more serious than i first intended. so ill be making some rules, tag lists, page overview etc

so when it comes to "just come home". when i first started writing, i only had ideas for two parts lol, but it seems like people really want a part three which is insane. so, i will be writing a part three, but since i didnt expect it to get that far, i might need some time to come up with the idea hehe

in the mean time, i have a few other ideas, and one already in the works. might not be this week as i have a full work week, but i write a little everyday so well see.

again, thanks so much for all the positive feedback, i did not expect it <3

[praveendaskumar]

Motiveted Book Or Satsang Worship On 🌺🌴🤗

[battlemaiden13]

Hi hello! I dont think my og ask went through so i probably wont be able to recapture the excitement but!

So years ago when it was first starting up i read hnd and then kinda dropped it at some point but! I returned seeing it still updated!

My goal was to finish my reread before chapter 100 which i did last week and omg i completely fell in love w it once again!

I am like so particular about characterization of skeletons but as the fic went on I just loved seeing how u explore every single one of them more and more and just give them more quirks! And how eventually we start seeing their dynamics outside of mc! Its just so great! And i could honestly go off on a rant but this is already long ask ahaha

Anyway im edgy skeleton truther, end of chapter 99 left me in shambles and i cant wait for more!

(Also ur fic mightve motiveted me to draw some fanart but shshsh)

Oh my gosh!! No, HELLO! AH no, no your other one did send, it's here!! I just haven't been in the best headspace recently nor had the time to write back! Your other comment said it's been up since 2017 which is insane to me. I can't believe I've been writing it that long and that people are still reading it. I happy to see it's good enough to have people coming back to it XD

Congratulations on catching up! that's no easy feat I'm sure, I'm so happy that you love it to!! I have so many plans for the next like part of HND hopefully by chapter 200 she's dating the skeletons and we can get into some real juicy stuff. That seems like a slow enough burn right? XD

I'm really happy that you like the skeletons interactions! In future I might write some chapters just with the boys hanging out with one enough to deepen that too. I think it would be fun to explore characters who don't usually interact as often or even build better bonds. Berry and Blue have such a fun dynamic but I also love Blue and Red hanging out. If you wanted I wouldn't mind reading a rant about skeleton interactions and quirks XD

Chapter 99 is some of my best work. I've already had to re-read it a few times, something I've only done with a few chapters and I am in love. I made myself simp over the edgy boi. I really want chapter 100 to have more of those moments but there's a lot going on so it might have to be saved. Expect more of the sipping seen in chapter 99 to happen over the next stage of HND though because hot damn.

Holy heck please, please, if you've drawn anything please let me see it. I love fanart. Even if you want to send it on anon and request I don't post it, or tag me! It really makes my day. Of course if you don't want to that's fine to, I am really happy to know I've inspired you that much

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoy the next stage of this story as much as I will enjoy writing it

[extensionartspace]

"Han slutade väva när jag blev till"

Joakim Forsgren presenterar Urban Forsgren

Jag minns att min pappa fortfarande hade vävstolen monterad när jag var barn, men jag kan inte minnas att han vävde. Kanske fanns inte behovet längre, kanske fanns inte tiden. Eller handlade det om avsaknad av ett sammanhang eller en omgivning som tar en på allvar?

Tiden förflöt, jag växte upp och blev konstnär. Pappa utbildade sig till lärare, startade ett litterärt sällskap, tonsatte dikter och blev kultursekreterare på den lilla orten de sista åren innan han gick i pension. Nu fyller han 70 och trots att tiden borde finnas står hans bildskapande fortfarande på paus. Men vävarna finns kvar, liksom vävstolen (om än nedpackad).

Förra året ställde jag ut farmors gravtäcke, som hon broderade tio år förutseende sin egen död. En sol, ett regn, en båge, landskapsblommor, fåglar och initialer täcker linneduken – allt broderat med största noggrannhet och omsorg. Trådarna sammanlänkar familjen.

Jag gjorde själv textila verk under en period när min hälsa började ge vika. Det återkommande motivet var ett kranium, med ett stort hål i huvudet, som jag trodde föreställde någon annan. När jag hade sytt klart de stora våderna på min alldeles för lilla resesymaskin av märket Hugin, köpte jag en industrimaskin som sedan stod i min ateljé i flera år utan att den kom till användning.

Varför gör jag den här utställningen? Är det mer än en hyllning till min pappa? Önskar jag att jag kan ge honom hans kreativitet tillbaka. Eller vill jag bara tala om svårigheten att skapa själv, när vändningar i livet tar all kraft.

Vart tar all outforskad potential vägen? Enligt teorin om parallella universum, förlöses kreativiteten just nu i ett annat rum, kusligt likt vårt eget. Varför befinner vi oss då här? Joakim Forsgren