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fic: you and me are still good friends george/alex/logan, 2.5k, explicit ill-advised pwp, established relationship alex/logan, implied past george/alex, alex-centric introspective stuff

title from cool - gwen stefani

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Alex watches as Logan ducks his head forward and rakes a hand through his short hair, whining hard and low. It’s a clear tell that he’s starting to get overwhelmed–in a bad way–so Alex reaches over to touch George on the wrist. He mimes pressing on the brakes with his hand, slow down, and George cocks an eyebrow. 

Slow down, Alex mouths, before reaching over to give Logan a scritch on the back of his neck. If he says it out loud, it might give Logan a bit of a complex. 

George rolls his eyes. Alex can practically see his ears rearing back like a horse in rut, furious that someone would provide him sexual instruction. Irritation aside, George grasps Logan’s hips and slows his thrusts into something a touch more tamed.

Logan takes an audible gulp, then a deep breath. His movements are jerky, as if he’s still on the far side from pleasure, but he doesn’t stop backing into George’s thrusts. Alex slides a hand down the taut, hungry curve of his body, marveling at the depth of Logan’s neediness. 

Today is the third Saturday of the month, and they don’t have a race, which means George has time to come to the apartment Alex and Logan recently moved into together. The pretense for George’s monthly visits is always to have a nice lunch with two friends that don’t get to see him as often. Whether they actually have lunch wholly depends on George’s mood, but whether the three of them fuck is simply a matter of course. And, invariably, after fucking, George leaves. 

Alex isn’t really sure what to call what they’re doing. Considering his and George’s history, it’s easier to not spend much time quibbling over labels or theorizing how George feels about the set-up. He knows George prefers clear-cut boundaries, but he’s conspicuously avoided them around Logan and Alex, and Alex is not the one to force them. Neither is Logan, who has always seemed happy to join in on the psychological tussles George and Alex drag him into. 

If one were to ask for Alex’s opinion, Logan looks forward to it. Not that he’s unhappy or unfulfilled with Alex. But George can be rough and exacting in a way that Alex doesn’t care to be, and Alex thinks it might scratch an itch Logan wishes he didn’t have. Of course, George being rough and exacting means he can also get a bit….overenthusiastic. In today’s case, Logan’s already come once, expertly brought off by George’s rather talented hands. Being fucked so soon with the sort of fervor George always brings to the table is a bit much, even for Logan. 

Alex crouches down in front of Logan, gently wrapping his fingers around his locked elbows. He presses his thumbs on their undersides, urging the joint to relax. “Ease up, huh?” Alex murmurs. “Down, doggy.” 

Alex laughs at his own joke. He tries not to compare Logan to a dog as often as the desire to arises, but sometimes it’s fun to indulge. The response is a frustrated whine from Logan, his back bowing. His elbows do loosen, though, allowing Alex to free up a hand and press lightly at the base of Logan’s neck. 

It takes some doing—George’s really got Logan wound tight–but slowly, readily, Logan bows downward, until his head is resting on Alex’s thigh. He looks up at Alex with eyes like vibrating dinner plates. His body shivers with pleasure, but he’s doing his very best to keep his focus on Alex’s face. To absorb all of Alex’s cues, waiting to see what he’ll want from Logan next. 

Alex smiles at him, feeling oddly proud. He wouldn’t call Logan anything as derogatory as well-trained, but he has become highly anticipatory of Alex’s needs and wants. Because of that, the few pulls Alex gives his own dick to return to full hardness feel self-celebratory, especially when Logan readily reaches for it and opens his mouth. 

Carefully, Alex find a way to arrange himself so that Logan can comfortably suck him off. With one hand at the base of Alex’s cock, Logan closes his eyes and mouths at the head, the tip of his tongue tracing the glans, where Alex is sensitive. Sensation rumbles through Alex, and he tilts his head back, one hand cupping the back of Logan’s neck.

It gets even better when George slows his thrusts, nearly pulling completely out before slamming back in, all the way to the hilt. It drives low, guttural moans out of Logan, the kind that reverberate out of his throat and through Alex’s dick. Especially when Logan’s body jerks involuntarily. 

“Shit,” Alex hisses, and he catches George’s eye. He loves when things goes this way–when George’s brutality rocks its way through Logan and into Alex, like a plucked violin string. Being fucked by George isn’t really Alex’s taste anymore, but he loves reminiscing about it through Logan’s body. For a moment, he feels twenty again, pressed against the wall while George tries and fails to be gentle. 

George pauses, staring at him for a moment, the head of his cock just kissing Logan’s reddened hole. Alex’s heart thumps pleasantly in his chest, and it seems to synch up the rise and fall of George’s chest as he catches his breath. 

The moment breaks when Logan pulls off of Alex’s cock. 

“Hey,” Logan says, in a thin voice. His back hunches slightly, a tremble running through him, as if he’s barely able to cope with the emptiness inside him. 

“C’mon, George,” Alex says. “Go for it. He’s ready.” Logan’s had enough time to equalize. Alex could feel it in the meditative, dogged way he was sliding his mouth over the shaft of his dick. 

George’s hand shoots forward, skittering over Logan’s hip and grabbing at the flesh of his ass. Logan moans, bucking backwards, and Alex hears him hiss a soft c’mon.

Alex watches as George’s face twitches. He wants to lash out, Alex knows. Alex has been buzzing around him, taking bites and jabs with each urging and direction. Telling him where Logan is sensitive. Telling him how to tease Logan, how to touch him, how to fuck him. Really, if Alex wants George to keep coming around, he should stop. One day, George will get truly angry and that will be the last they ever see of him. 

Elementally, Alex knows George can fuck Logan just fine. He’s seen it happen. But with each little comment, Alex can remind George that he can read Logan that much faster, that much easier. That this is one thing he’s bested George at. Alex’s impulse control is usually very good, but it’s not much fun to exercise it around George. Not anymore. 

Ah–there his heart goes again, thumping in his chest, as he watches George’s lips part. Here it comes—the big one—

But George just fixes his lips together, repositions his grip on Logan’s hips, and drives back into him. Alex smiles, masking his disappointment. 

“Ah–Geor–” Logan chokes on George’s name, his voice thin and sweet. 

George repeats the motion again, and again, and again, until Logan’s unable to do much more than grab at the bedsheets and let out rough gasps against the skin of Alex’s thigh. He does try, feebly, to hold Alex’s dick somewhere in the neighborhood of his mouth, but George is fucking him too completely for him to get anywhere with it. 

The bed shakes with under George, his anger palpable through the thread count of the sheets. It hums over Alex’s skin as he takes himself in his hand and jerks himself, looking at the desperate strain in both of their faces. George would hate to see himself now–face hardened with ugly feelings of anger, frustration, miser’s desire, but Alex loves the sight of it. 

A guttural, low “fuck,” is all George allows himself, his thrusts losing rhythm. Alex bets Logan is clenching down on him, his entire body one fluttering spasm as George’s dick runs up against all of his sensitive nerve endings. It’s an incredible feeling, one that always threatens to make Alex come, and he can see George’s focus slipping. 

“Come on, then,” Alex says casually, enjoying his position as the only person in the room not on the verge of collapse. His voice is placating, as if he’s encouraging a dog or a small child to do something, and it lands with great insult to George.  Alex can see it, the way it hits George in the chest. Wiry muscle crumples and contracts as George comes with a harsh shout, bony fingers digging into the soft flesh of Logan’s ass. Logan’s skin is especially fair and thin in that part of his body, so it’ll leave a mark, maybe even a bruise. Something for Alex to look at during the inevitable silent treatment George will serve up after this. 

He can feel Logan shake, too, and wonders if Logan really did come in tandem with George. A thorn of annoyance pricks at Alex, but he brushes it off. It’s not as if Logan did it on purpose. Not everyone’s playing a game here. 

Alex sticks his thumb into Logan’s loose, keening mouth, his free fingers stroking his cheeks. They’re always covered with the perfect length of scruff, just like how Alex likes them. “Ready for me?” Alex asks, softly. 

Logan looks up at him with watery eyes. His pupils are huge, blocking out the blues and grays of his irises almost completely. 

“Yeah,” Logan says, garbled around Alex’s thumb. Alex makes no move to take it out. He watches Logan’s tongue and throat work to enunciate. “Please.” 

Warm affection for Logan casts itself over Alex. “Alright.” He gives Logan’s cheek another stroke, then he pulls his hand away. He scoots over to a panting George. Post-orgasm George is also Alex’s favorite, sweaty and shaking and struggling to regain control. George shoots him a look. He doesn’t say anything, just squeezes the base of his dick as he slowly pulls out. 

Ideally, Alex’d give George a moment to gather himself, but he’s feeling really quite eager to fuck his boyfriend over the edge. 

“Budge over,” Alex says, friendly, and George does so, but not without a few not-on-accident jabs of his elbow and knee. Alex takes a minute to look at George’s cock. It’s a gorgeous thing, long in the hand and curved, and still relatively engorged with blood, the tip slathered messily with George’s own come. Alex’s throat is tight, suddenly, with want and sense memory, and he gives his own dick an urgent grab before tapping Logan on the waist. 

“Roll over,” he says, and Logan rolls over, easy as anything. Alex is presented with another familiar sight: Logan’s chest and stomach half-blanched and half-blotchy red, cum smeared on his lower abdomen, dick to the side. Like George, he’s not soft yet, and his dick gives a hearty, sporting twitch as Alex lines himself up.

Alex watches as Logan’s hole blushes and quavers at the press of his cockhead. Unlike Logan’s orgasm, this seems like something Logan might do on purpose. Something to make Alex feel needed and wanted. He scrutinizes the ring of pink, puckered muscle working itself to get Alex inside. 

“Alex,” Logan says wetly. 

“Sorry,” Alex says, shrugging, and he presses in. Logan’s soft, silky as Alex glides his way in. Nicely loosened by George’s wild, angry little fuck. When he’s fully buried, Alex feels the hot mess of George’s cum. His whole body clenches at the sensation. Logan, seemingly in response, lets out a shaky moan. 

He starts fucking Logan, building up to a steady, hard pace with little fanfare. Alex imagines his dick fucking into George’s cum, inside Logan, like he’s fucking the both of them. His eyes roll a little as he rolls himself into that hot, wet slick over and over. It’s always so good, fucking Logan after George. George is off to the side, watching it all happen. His foot is pressed against Alex’s calf. Alex can feel the ball of his foot, the pad of each toe. His breaths are still audible–loud and shaky pants.

“He’s still wet, Georgie,” Alex says. The use of a stale nickname surprises even him. “Wet from you–ah—and sloppy—I can feel you–fuck—” Alex cuts himself off with a gasp. Logan’s head is thrown back, the muscles in his neck tight as Alex pushes him past the post-orgasm glow and into something sharper, something harder to withstand. 

Alex tugs Logan up closer for a tighter fuck, pistoning his hips. Logan writhes, in one motion trying to get away and in the next trying to get closer. Alex knows the feeling—that pleasure-pain mix that is equal parts addicting and sickening. George used to drag him to that place, over and over again. 

“Alex—” Logan says. Begs, more like. Alex folds himself over, lets his face press into Logan’s. Logan’s whines take on a feral, jagged sound, and they pierce into Alex, get their barbs into him and pull him into orgasm. Alex rockets into Logan, shaking and heaving hard as he comes, his spend mixing with George’s. 

It’s as if he’s been flashbanged. It takes Alex a moment to remember to take his next breath, and he blinks rapidly to get his vision back to normal. Almost immediately, he feels his body relax, bones wobbly and flesh gooey as he essentially nuzzles Logan. Feels the rough-and-soft of his stubble, the wet of his mouth, the puffs of breath as he whimpers. It’s all very comfortable, and Alex wraps his arms around Logan and comes to a rest position. 

He feels George’s weight lifting from the bed. 

“That was fun,” Alex says, leaning back against the wall in his foyer. “As usual.” 

“Yeah,” George says. He slips on his sunglasses, and instantly becomes ten times less readable. Less knowable. 

“Come by this weekend,” Alex says. He reaches out, scratches a finger against the cuff of George’s jacket. While Alex and Logan had laid in bed and basked in the afterglow, George had showered, blow-dried his hair, and gotten dressed. He looks more or less the same as he had when he’d arrived hours ago. He even smells clean, but not like either Alex nor Logan’s soap or shampoo. Just…washed up, and a bit salty, as if he’d just rinsed with water.  

“I don’t know,” George says. “I’ll have to see.” 

“Okay.” Alex smiles. 

Footsteps. Alex turns around. Logan’s hovering in the hallway, wearing the shirt Alex had discarded on the floor. 

“Uh–sorry–bye, George, thanks, I mean–Alex, can I take the shower next?” Logan asks.

“Sure,” Alex says, and Logan smiles. Before Alex turns back around, he sees Logan flash a strange look at George. 

George’s hand is already on the handle when Alex turns back to him. Alex wishes he could just lean over, give George a peck. 

“See you,” George says, and he’s out the door. 

Alex knows he means it—George will see Alex and Logan again, and soon. He locks the door behind George, then starts down the hall, following the sounds of Logan in the shower. 

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alex albon has better mental health than me fr cause I'd be up in bed every night thinking how 6 months as a rookie not being able to match verstappen fucked my entire career. have to take a whole year off. and if it had just been a year later, not being able to match max verstappen gets you a 5 year contract in the best car. if you had been able to match verstappen, wishful thinking in the dead of the night, you'd be a title contender rn. a champion. instead you've got to see your mates from karting, the kid who had your poster on his wall, and your best mate who is two years younger, get their first wins. while you're 28. no prospects. no appendix. frightened. all you've got in james cowles' manic ambitions of a cobbled together f1 car parts in an excel sheet and a dream

I couldn't do it man

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3 things that hit me in the face about finding your life's purpose:

you might not find it when you're 22.

some might only realize their purpose once they're 40. but you need think of one anyways, something you know you love, and an impact you want to give others.

be open to loving new things!

some of us are stuck in this state of idealistic v pragmatic. passion v money. look at it from a different angle: if you get fixated on one type of goal, you might miss the other good things and opportunities right in front of you. remember that goals are a growth mindset!

sometimes... you have to create your own environment

ideally, if we believe in the good things we want to give to the universe, the universe will send its love back to you. most of the time, though, you have to learn to say no. HOWEVER, saying no in itself is another strategy; you have to be in a place where you can AFFORD to say no first. only then you can let the universe do its work.

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she thinks, if the whole world except you hates me, i can bear it, i think. never you, though. that'd be too much.

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if i had the midas' touch, i'd make sure every inch of me is covered in gold. turn every tear in diamonds, bottle it up and sell it for materialistic things. if i could find a way to commercialize my sadness, then perhaps people would stop asking me why i'm so sad all the time. i could at least tell them it's useful. instead, this terrible chasm opens inside me and refuses to close, and for as long as i can remember, i have been falling without reaching rock bottom. i get caught on the jagged edges sometimes, my skin bleeding out, a ruin of my own making, and every time, i would mistake it for the bottom. then i slip and fall again, and i haven't stopped falling since.

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The most embarrassing thing about coming off a low period is having to do a whole apology tour.

If I were to make a bingo for the experience of being my friend, it would have one square that says, "being ignored for days on end with no explanation." I am ashamed to say that I have nothing worthwhile to explain it with; calling it depression feels so callous, so dismissive, as if I expect you to excuse my distant, irresponsible actions just because my brain lacks the serotonins to make me act like a normal person. I do not want to be that person who hides behind the fragile screen of a mental illness, and I do not ask to be pitied. I am ashamed to admit that I am too scared to be understood, for it has to mean to explain the hundreds of contradictions that run themselves dry inside my head at any given moment. The whole ordeal of explaining how I feel is so mortifying when largely I have never been good at identifying just one single clear emotion. I do not want to subject any of you to the confusing, frustrating task of understanding my irrationality. I wonder every day if I am simply lazy, unfit for the responsibilities that the world will throw at me, devastatingly incompetent under pressure, and that is why I have no choice but to turn myself off. Perhaps that is the truth, and the comforting, pitying pillow of depression is what I have grown accustomed to fall back on so I do not have to face repercussions.

If I was really sorry, perhaps I wouldn't spend so much time trying to explain myself. Perhaps all I have to do is take the blame; that is certainly easier to do. If all of you hated me, I no longer have to perform this version of me that is cheerful, loud and filthy-mouthed, a fun, knowledgeable person. Not this husk of the 2017 cocky, proud me who feels so much and for nothing. The truth is, I missed that person too, and I do not know where she went. It is very irresponsible of me to let her escape, and I think since then I've put this version of me in jail so nothing could ever pass me by ever gain. I just feel so much and for nothing; all my feelings have ever served me is this horrible state of comatose that roots me in bed and refuses to let me get up. I am not kind nor good; I just sink my teeth into the few good days and try to get by, and for that I am sorry. I thought that I would be better one day; so why bother explain? Why bother with the infomercial, go through the trouble of making you understand, when I could quietly disappear and be better, so that the next time you see me it would be the better and improved version? But I am still desperately terrible, and then I cannot explain anything, for all that you know about me is written all over me: selfish, grossly incompetent, a travesty of narcissism and exhausting self-hatred, disgustingly exhibitionist in feelings.

I am sorry that I feel the need to justify everything that I do. I hope you don't see me as a victim; I simply want you to know that this is something that I am going through. I do my best to keep the most mangled parts locked-up, but I don't do a good job of it sometimes. I am sorry I'm letting all this bleed out. I will collect myself soon.

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Ok so there’s these tidal islands in Northern Germany that are connected by little tiny trains that you have to drive yourself, which is already delightfully ghibli-esque.

But then I found out UNTIL THE 196OS, THE TRAINS HAD LITTLE SAILS AND WERE WIND-POWERED?

THAT’S THE MOST GHIBLI THING TO EVER EXIST ON THIS PLANET, BRING IT BACK YOU MONSTERS.

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Tips for Writing More Genuine Children (Part 2/3 - Language)

Now, just before we start. I’m talking about English speaking kids, I have very limited experience with bi-lingual kids or kids not having English as their first language.

Let’s talk about how kids talk. 

Quick, general statements.  ~Kids are either dead silent or nonstop talking. It flips so quickly.  ~SO MANY QUESTIONS. ~Some kids are shy some arent. Depends on the situation/who’s around/what the kids like.  ~As stated in Part 1, kids aren’t inherently dumb but they also don’t understand because of lack of context. Their language reflects that. 

Also, development is different for some kids. Developing doesn’t reflect how smart they are, it’s just how it goes (like physical growth). In my experience, firstborns will talk more and earlier than siblings later.  

Top Tip: Watch some YouTube videos (if you can stand them) aimed at the age of the children. This kind of language on those should be used in your fics. If they’re young (under 5) find some videos teaching them how to talk on YouTube to see where they should be.

Age 0-6Months

They’re not going to be talking. Okay. Even if they’re hella smart, it’s just not going to happen. Noises are much more likely, tears and whines when sad. Grumbling when angry. Just like adults.

But, they will respond to people. If someone’s angry and shouting they’re going to understand that and react accordingly (upset and scared). Loud noises will make it cry or it’ll look for the source of it’s name being called. 

From here on out, kids are really literal and see patterns where an adult wouldn’t. An example is “daddy bye” to mean ‘dad’s leaving’. The baby isn’t saying ‘bye’ because it knows this is what we say to people leaving because it means something. There’s no reasoning behind it. But it’s said whenever someone leaves so that means that the word has something to do with leaving. This kind of thing carries on till about 8.

Age 6Months-2Years

Words! Yay!! Baby’s saying it’s first words, very often mommy/daddy or the name of their favorite toy. (Mine was Turtle). They’re not going to be using any advanced words or anything hard to pronounce. 

Around 1 and a half is when they start using sentences. Usually, this means combining two/three words to mean something else.  “Daddy bye” would mean ‘dad’s leaving’. 

Also, they’re starting to understand words. In New Zealand, one of the first words kids learn is ‘Ta’ which basically means ‘give me that’. If you said to a 1-year-old ‘ta’ when they’re holding a toy they’re going to give it. (They might not want to but not the point) 

Age 2Years-3Years

Now they’re talking! They’re going to be asking questions and responding to others. They know about 400 words at this point and can string together stories. (If they want to). This is also the stage where shyness becomes a trait in how they talk. 

It’s not called the terrible twos for nothing. This age group knows how to ask for things and what they want. While we’re on the subject, tantrums. Kids don’t have tantrums for nothing. They’re upset and they don’t know how to deal with it or express their emotions. Screaming and crying generally gets this across and the best way to deal with them is staying calm and talking to them. 

Questions as well. Just, constant questions. “Why? Why? Why? Why?”

Age 3Years-5Years

Basically just talking like an alien now. They can get their point across but sometimes their words are made up. An example of the ‘made up word’ would be run. A kid might say I ‘runned’ instead of ‘ran’ because that makes sense. It’s what we do to other words (-ed) but sometimes we don’t. The English language is full of little trips that kids get caught on. 

Their sentences are 5-10 words at 3 and then continue growing as they get older. Especially if they’re in a school environment. 

As they get older they’re going to be able to comprehend them, eg, answering where the dog went and who he saw. It’s basic fact, not a lot of emotion. But, they’re going to forget within a few hours. Also, they’re going to be telling stories like their dream or what happened at school.

NO MORE BABY TALK FROM HERE PEOPLE. I BEG YOU.

Age 5Years-7Years

Unless there’s an actual physical problem (tied tongue, stuff like that), there should no longer be a lisp. The child should be able to talk freely and easily. 

Stories are more detailed, sometimes more than needed (like colours of clothes or weather. Doesn’t impact the story) and they’re going to remember more stories. 

They’re still may get caught up on some tense changes like before but much less. Also, they will now input their own emotions onto stories and answer the why questions when doing reading compression. Here’s where they should be able to read and write at a very basic level. 

This stage of life is boarding on adult level speaking. But they’re still going to be using general words and speak more like a layman than a specialist. 

Age 7Years-9Years

They’re basically speaking like little adults. 

They can control their pitch and volume well, they can change tenses and they’re using specific terms - especially about stuff they learned at school (so, science or English conventions “that’s a metaphor”). Complex sentences are now used with ease. Stories are told well and they’re going to remember what they said a lot better. 

And we’re done! 

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some inspo for my solar punk au :)

This is an idea I’ve had in the works for a while now, but haven’t actually written anything for other than a poor attempt at a first chapter. I haven’t even properly set up the backstory, which is pretty crucial to a dystopian/speculative story. During this whole isolation jazz I really want to start working on it again, and to get me inspired I’ve compiled some images together. They’re particularly reminiscent of ‘The Harbinger’, the amazing greenhouse-type building our group of horticulturists claim as their home on a desolate, nuclear war-torn Earth during it’s new era of colonialising the stars. If you’re interested in this wip and want to see how it develops, please follow me, and we can go on this journey together :) Thank you, and have a good day!

[aducklingrants]

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Emotions

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Showing Emotion Without Telling About It

Emotions Associated With Body Language

Telling Readers What The Character Doesn’t Want To Show

Hiding Emotions

Expressing Cardinal Emotions: Masculine vs. Feminine

Writing Extreme Emotion Without Melodrama

Specific Emotions

Conveying Shock

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Conveying Annoyance

Conveying Relief

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Conveying Impatience

Conveying Shame

Conveying Resentment

Conveying Panic

Conveying Guilt

Conveying Desperation

Conveying Sarcasm & Verbal Disrespect

Conveying Confusion

Conveying Stubbornness

Conveying Frustration

Conveying Indifference

Conveying Indignation

Conveying Confidence & Pride

Conveying Smugness

Conveying Enthusiasm

Conveying Curiosity

Conveying Hopefulness

Conveying Unease

Conveying Reluctance

Conveying Worry

Conveying Humility & Meekness

Conveying Happiness & Joy

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Conveying Disgust

Conveying Resignation

Conveying Jealousy

Conveying Anticipation

Conveying Contentment

Conveying Defeat

Conveying Excitement

Conveying Fear

Conveying Hatred

Conveying Hurt

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Conveying Sadness & Grief

Conveying Satisfaction

Conveying Somberness

Conveying Sympathy & Empathy

Conveying Wariness

Conveying Defensiveness

Conveying Desire

Conveying Doubt

Conveying Energy

Conveying Exhaustion

Conveying Hunger

Conveying Loneliness

Conveying Physical Pain

Emotional Wounds

A Role Model Who Disappoints

A Sibling’s Betrayal

A Speech Impediment

Becoming a Caregiver at an Early Age

Being Bullied

Being Fired or Laid Off

Being Held Captive

Being Mugged

Being Publicly Humiliated

Being Raised by Neglectful Parents

Being Raised by Overprotective Parents

Being So Beautiful It’s All People See

Being the Victim of a Vicious Rumor

Being Stalked

Being Trapped in a Collapsed Building

Being Unfairly Blamed For The Death of Another

Childhood Sexual Abuse (by a family member or known person)

Discovering One’s Parent is a Monster

Discovering One’s Sibling was Abused

Experiencing a Miscarriage or Stillbirth

Failing At School

Failing To Do The Right Thing

Financial Ruin Due To A Spouse’s Irresponsibility

Finding Out One’s Child Was Abused

Finding Out One Was Adopted

Getting Lost In a Natural Environment

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Growing Up in a Dangerous Neighborhood

Growing Up In Foster Care

Growing Up In The Public Eye

Growing Up In The Shadow of a Successful Sibling

Growing Up with a Sibling Who Has a Chronic Disability or Illness

Having Parents Who Favored One Child Over Another

Having To Kill Another Person To Survive

Infertility

Infidelity (emotional or physical)

Losing a Limb

Losing a Loved One To A Random Act of Violence

Making a Very Public Mistake

Overly Critical or Strict Parents

Physical Disfigurement

Rejection By One’s Peers

Telling The Truth But Not Being Believed

The Death of a Child On One’s Watch

Victimization via Identity Theft

Watching A Loved One Die

Wrongful Imprisonment

Spending Time In Jail

Suffering From a Learning Disability

Motivation

Achieving Spiritual Enlightenment

Avoiding Certain Death

Avoiding Financial Ruin

Beating a Diagnosis or Condition

Being Acknowledged and Appreciated by Family

Being a Leader of Others

Being the Best At Something

Caring for an Aging Parent

Carrying on a Legacy

Catching The Bad Guy or Girl

Coming To Grips With Mental Illness

Discovering One’s True Self

Escaping a Dangerous Life one Doesn’t Want

Escaping a Killer

Escaping a Widespread Disaster

Escaping Confinement

Escaping Homelessness

Escaping Invaders

Finding Friendship or Companionship

Finding a Lifelong Partner

Having a Child

Helping a Loved One See They Are Hurting Themselves and Others

Obtaining Shelter From The Elements

Overcoming Abuse and Learning To Trust

Overcoming Addiction

Protecting One’s Home or Property

Pursuing Justice For Oneself or Others

Realizing a Dream

Reconciling with an Estranged Family Member

Rescuing a Loved One From a Captor

Restoring A Name or Reputation

Righting a Deep Wrong

Seeking Out One’s Biological Roots

Stopping an Event From Happening

Trying Again When One Has Previously Failed

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