#forthrightness

[pearlsforthesoul]

THE CAN DO in CANDOR (this will open doors)

Candor remains of the highest value and when introduced by human beings dominates the circumstances, becomes the focus and lights the way so that all benefit and prosper from the hearing and the doing of it. It is not rare or uncommon, yet it is simple and carefree and answers to its own dynamics and principals. You practice this & what you can expect is EVERYTHING! CANDOR defined The quality…

[themandalalady]

24-288 Forthrightness

Forthrightness “the quality of being honest or direct in what you say or do” So I randomly choose the background papers I use for the MotD. I live in America…I’d say the United States but sadly, we’re not so united right now…and it breaks my heart. It wasn’t until after I drew the design and started to write this post that I noticed that the background was equally divided between red and…

[sysig]

Spooning..... (Patreon)

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I genuinely love not having a crush like I’m not over here feeling physically sick over some mid guy being dry to me I’m literally chilling

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Something kind of hilarious about Ivan projecting on Sua and thinking of her as a maybe-sister figure while Sua’s reaction to Ivan is genuinely just “ew. no. go away.”

[tomlivingspace]

okay ive seen vague posts abt my fernsong so ill make ONE POST abt this before i go back to doing whatever i want. even if i didnt portray him any certain way i would still dislike him and it turns out no one needs a moral excuse to dislike a character actually 🤷‍♀️ there are characters i hate a lot more for a lot less LMAO it literally doesn't matter. they're fictional cats and none of them have solid personalities. it's like playing dolls but with kitty cats who kill each other.

[randomfoggytiger]

"I... I Think It Was a Gift"

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Per @remedialpotions42's request, to match her fantastic Dreamland-Monday meta (post here.)

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Carpet.

Blue lamps. 

Lemon aromatically wafting from the polished wood floors. 

Mulder ducked back out, checked his door number, checked the hall. Ducked back in. 

Bouquets, tastefully mingled in empty corners and atop lonely tables. The kitchen, spotless. The fridge, filled. 

A menagerie of feminine scent, luring his fumbling, blunted edges ever deeper into an engulfing, enticing intoxication. The primal senses knowing what the brain would work to interpret-- colors blended seamlessly by a nature ancient humans learned to copy, bedecking their caves, caverns, crevices in splendor. Bejeweled with the colors of the earth, with intent. 

For that’s what this was, he'd decided: a Dana Scully den of iniquity. 

The bedroom door, ajar. 

The bedroom itself a twilight zone of glaring, crude sensuality: bold, daring him to blink with its truant eye.

Mulder stared, brow wrinkling at his old four-poster, wondering how it had emerged from the boxes of Diana’s odds and ends and the boxes of his late father’s sports gear and the boxes of pecked or pinched files and the boxes thrown in, just because, around his bed and his bike and his basketball hoop. 

If this was Scully’s doing. The cheetah print comforter gave him pause, sent a chill of paranoia up his spine. 

He could call her-- ask her how she beat him home and neatly unpacked his boxes and shoved the contents into proper storage places; ask her how her small frame had grasped his bed and shoved it, wheezing and panting, into its proper bedroom coordinates; ask her how she had time to buy flowers and rugs and stock his kitchen and scamper back home before his key unlocked the keyhole under his Number 42. 

Or he could poke the cheetah print and wonder if it would tell him something neither human knew. Mulder poked; and it did, in its way: the cloth nudged forward at an angle, revealing its piece de resistance.

A waterbed.

Mulder’s thumb was halfway through angrily banging in the Gunmen’s digits when another thought occurred: Diana, sending a message when she arrived to find him gone. A truce, perhaps. A sorry you’re no longer on the files, Fox gesture. 

No, Diana was forthright. She would have tossed what Scully would have packed; would have kept a lone trinket and presented it to him when he walked through the door. “You still have this? You never were one to throw away the past.”

He wondered what Scully had thought, plundering through ancient history. Was glad there was nothing, really, left to plunder. 

But it-- this-- couldn’t have been Scully: they’d driven to the desert and been turned away; he’d dropped her home and driven through the dark wondering how he could have mistaken a crank tip for the real deal. By the same measure, it had to be Scully: no one else knew he would be out this evening. The cheetah had his friends’ fingerprints all over it-- no doubt if he looked close enough, he’d see stains from Frohike’s tears-- but they weren’t the sole architects. Her taste rang sweetly from beyond the bedroom door, sweeping in tendrils of spiky lemon if he took a focused breath. 

Had she pimped his friends-- exacting in her vision, wholly authoritative in what to order and where to place? Compromising where time and attention were limited, skimming her nails over a carefully scratched note to check one last time before she called him to meet her? Or had she hired someone, trusting to impersonal, skillful taste?

It didn't matter, either way. But it meant something specific from his partner. Something purposed.

Mulder threw his phone somewhere, threw his coat somewhere else, flung off his shoes and his layers and leaned, sat, stretched across the bed-- 

Scully had put the mirror up. Had he had that, too, all these years? 

He lay there, waiting. Not knowing what he was waiting for.

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Tagging: @today-in-fic.

[sugarssims]

One more wedding picture ❤️

[lurkingshan]

Not Kohei having to be the one to confess and beg Taichi not to disappear again. And then when Taichi finally reciprocates he doesn’t even explain himself. And we got no kiss, nothing but an awkward hug and cut to epilogue. Underwhelming, to say the least.

[sapphosewrites]

Rewatched the first episode where Ziyal and Garak interact and it really is just the most uncomfortable, uncertain, and awkward that we've ever seen him at that point. Convinced a 15 year old girl is planning to murder him and baffled about what to do if she isn't. Sir, you're a grown man, get it together.

[moonshynecybin]

☕ casey stoner liveblog tweets

everyone calls it haterism but i think one of the best things about casey is his uh. lets say max verstappen-esque unwillingness to bend his opinions towards the political game that being a professional athlete wants you to play (that vale and marc are pretty good at). like i listen to my little podcasts and literally nearly weekly hear that current riders have SPECIFIC safety concerns and complaints about equipment that they are told not to voice to the press (the recent tire issues come to mind) by dorna or their teams, but CASEY doesnt have to play that game and furthermore is kind of not interested in engaging with any kind of delicate PR speak about it whatsoever. and in a sport that doesnt have a real structured ability to collectively bargain, where we KNOW rider's voices in their lives and safety are being curtailed and ignored, its REALLY nice to see a former champion come into the conversation and straight up just be like. this is wildly unsafe and needs to stop

[ash-til-dawn]

cant overstate how much i hate that they changes ashleys 'forthright" to 'sensitive' like please i hate it here. if i had it my way i would change it from 'academic, inquisitive, forthright' to 'inquisitive, forthright, superstitious' but clearly that dont know her like i do

[kaurwreck]

Yosano has Mori's eyes, and Dazai has Mori's Bayesian logic. Anyway, I do think they've had sex, like, at least once, to get it out their systems, and now they're quite ambivalent about where the other is and isn't like Mori (except for when they're not).

[keldabekush]

Tenacity…..I gave her some cake and a hat :)

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I've always felt that it'd be Killua who initiates the first hug we see between him and Gon

[sugarssims]

Some pics from Carson and Ingrid's wedding 👰

Carson tried to leave three times and I almost lost my mind lol. He just hates being around large groups of people so much