#posture and confidence

[soldier-of-self]

Unveiling the Hidden Power of Body Language and Confidence

Dive into the fascinating world of body language and confidence! Learn how simple gestures can supercharge your self-assurance. Check out the article now! #BodyLanguage #ConfidenceBoost

Ever wondered why some people exude confidence effortlessly while others struggle to find their footing? Well, prepare to dive into a fascinating realm where posture, gestures, and even a simple smile weave a remarkable connection between body language and confidence. As someone who’s been fortunate enough to tread the path of success while remaining grounded, let me take you on a journey through…

[isbergillustration]

I Keep Losing Pieces of Myself

[wisteriagoesvroom]

i cannot explain this but the energy is giving 5’10 this year

[maximura]

Park Seonghwa for Isabel Marant

[flowerflamestars]

Timeloop au snippet

“I never found mortal men all that interesting to look at,” Elain said, glancing over her shoulder, up at where Eris was busy castigating himself before the fire. “Not even my fiancé.” He managed a small noise of acknowledgement. Not a growl. Certainly not a plea she continue speaking. For the space of several aching breathes there was no sound but the fire cracking, soft music of wind through tree leaves, the consistent, even pull of her steady stitches. “I suppose I would have been a very good chatelaine.” Elain mused, clipping off a thread, tying it tight. “It was all I could have expected.” “What you were raised for.” Out of the corner of his eye, another needle threaded, gleaming gold floss dancing in firelight, nearly lovely as her glowing skin. Elain let out a little huff, rude. “Raised? No, no one was all that keen on raising Nesta and I. Trained, maybe. Taught.” She rose, embroidery hoop in hand, walking right into his space as though there was not still blood on his teeth, dried tacky on his neck. “Will you do the stars? I can never get the middles to smooth.” Bone, the needle was ever so slightly warm from her touch. His stitches were smaller than hers, something to look at rather than the easy, open expression on her heart-shaped face. Baffling. Intoxicating. He wanted to hand the cloth back to her, her to hand it to him, back and forth and simple, something beautiful between them. “You prefer women, then?” “I prefer faeries,” Elain replied, lightening fast.

[the-thursday]

pov: you just tried to take Halt O'Carrick's kids

(version with blood under the read more)

[crenmir]

The height difference😭💞

[sugugori]

In my opinion, he’s so frat!gojo coded

[canisalbus]

You've encouraged me to be much more expressive with the body launguage and general poses of my oc's. I love to draw them but was never fully satisfied; like something wasn't quite right with them. Turned out I needed to stop treating their bodies like stiff plastic toys and more like, well, actual animal bodies, which are WAY more dynamic than we realize.

I'm so delighted to hear that! I'm a big fan of expressive body language myself, sometimes you can tell so much about a character's personality and their current mood just by looking at how they occupy space and position themselves, often subconsciously.

Mammalian bodies can be surprisingly elastic and bendy, just like you said. (Personally I tend to think shoulders in particular are way more mobile than you'd initially believe, for example when you stretch your arm up it's not just your arm that moves, your clavicles, shoulder blades and all the muscles connected to them shift a little bit too and that can alter the shape of your upper torso significantly).

[chamerionwrites]

Because I just did a Constant Gardener reread I also have to note that le Carré remains incredibly good both at writing people getting the ever-living shit kicked out of them - in all its brutal bewildering unglamorous physicality - and at writing apolitical (at least in their own minds) servants of the state developing ideological convictions:

“By night his interior world reclaimed him, as it had every night since Tessa’s death. Toiling at the marquetry desk in the window bay, doggedly writing to Ham with his bruised right hand, following the travails of Markus Lorbeer as retold by Birgit, then gingerly resuming his labor of love to Ham, Justin was conscious of a drawing sense of his own completion. If Lorbeer the penitent was in the desert, purging his guilt with a lie of locusts and wild honey, Justin too was alone with his destiny. But he was resolved. And in some dark sense purified. He had never supposed that his search would have a good end. It had never occurred to him that there could be one. To take up Tessa’s mission - to shoulder her banner and put on her courage - was purpose enough for him. She had witnessed a monstrous injustice and gone out to fight it. Too late, he too had witnessed it. Her fight was his. But when he remembered the eternal night of the black hood and smelled his own vomit, when he surveyed the systematic bruising of his body, the oval imprints of yellow and blue that ran like colored musical notes across his trunk and back and thighs, he experienced a different kind of kinship. I’m one of you. I no longer tend the roses while you murmur over your green tea. You needn’t lower your voices as I approach. I’m with you at the table, saying yes.”

[cubtales]

hello dash i've returned from admiring argenti wat r we up too

[normalbrothers]

there's some tumblr users who are certainly smart and knowledgeable in a few areas but feel the need to spout their opinions on things that are somewhat outside their expertise and its always a little funny to see them make asses out of themselves

[the-insouciant-scientist]

Drawing these two side by side is a hilarious study in opposites

[licorishh]

Woe, "Your favorite character who's probably just autistic and quiet and not very sociable and often speaks very plainly and in a more direct and blunt manner is now mischaracterized by the entire fandom as a sexy emo possessive no-nonsense 'I hate everyone and everything except for the weird quirky girl cause I'm the only person on Earth who knows she's super hot cause everyone else says she's ugly even though she's actually extremely conventially attractive' serial player who essentially treats every female character in the particular piece of media like his personal slave and is the subject of countless x reader fics, so much so that it makes you feel ashamed to tell people he's your favorite character because you don't view him like that in the slightest but literally everyone else in the fandom does so you're afraid you'll be lumped in with those people" be upon ye.

[fancrohw]

excuse me while I cry for my sonsband

[averlym]

pleaaase may i have 28 and 29 aramour angst ✨ i crave it

28: “Move out of my way before I make you.” // 29: “You deserve better.” (prompt list here)

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