#motivetion

[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

[jessamine-rose]

Here you go, Damsel darling! ╰(*´︶`*)╯ (also me pretend that I forgot the fic lol)

Now what's left is Dottore's, and I still can't decide whether to make her look unhinged or a sweet cinnamon roll that can kill you.

Sndk:!,&:!//!a I’M IN LOVE!! Thank you for another gorgeous artwork, Red ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

First of all, I love the colors you used for Damsel. The bright palette creates a greater contrast between her and Capitano appearance-wise. I also adore her outfit, particularly the lacy headband. Your eye for fashion and aesthetics is amazing.

Most importantly, her face!! The demure expression and captivating eyes……….I can understand why Capitano and the others would be drawn to her beauty <3

[comma57]

I should make ref sheets for dmc cast :-S at least faces and bodies, the clothes would be mostly unchanged

[vani2002]

[shahidullakaysar]

সময়

সময় তোমাকে অনেক কিছু শিখিয়ে দিবে,তাই সময়ের সাথে তাল মিলিয়ে চলায় শ্রেয়।

[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.

@thegreatwicked @daenerys-skywalker @supernatural-lover @hereticpriest @creativelyquestioninglife

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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.

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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

[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

[waqupi]

Lyrics to / Låttext till Brevet - Turid from / från Tistlar från tundran 1980

De skickade mig ett brev Jag fick det med första posten Där stod det att min bror Blev arresterad i förrgår morse Och släpad genom gatorna med handklovar i blåsten, ja!

De klargjorde motivet Till att Roberto blivit tagen Han stödde en strejk Som var ett brott mot själva lagen Med sådana lagar blir jag väl brottsling Själv endera dagen, ja!

Och jag som är långt från Chile Och bara väntar på att få veta Så får jag höra att därhemma Kan inte arbetare leva De hungriga får gevärseld Istället för nåt att äta, ja!

De rika med sina later De försvarar sin egen ställning Och kommer och går i kyrkan I frack och högtidsstämning men de struntar i alla budord Det räcker väl med bekänning, ja!

Och breven som de har skickat Det kräver att jag svarar Då vill jag att nån som kan det För människorna förklarar Att blodsugarna fortsätter Att döda av gammal vana, ja!

Det är tur att jag har gitarren När hjärtat brister Och nio bröder förutom, Den som sitter hos polisen Och tack gode gud i himlen Alla nio är kommunister, ja!

[praveendaskumar]

Motiveted Book Or Satsang Worship On 🌺🌴🤗