#Celebrate Triumphs

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Dance of Radiance: Crafting Confidence in the Symphony of Self

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Imagine a world where your confidence isn’t just a trait, but a vibrant dance of radiance, a symphony playing within you. Today, let’s embark on an extraordinary journey—a journey that unveils the secrets of boosting self-confidence, not as a destination but as an art form, a masterpiece in the making. Photo by RF._.studio on Pexels.com Mirror Musings: Morning Serenade to Your Soul As the sun…

[illustratus]

Troy (2004)

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Louise Redknapp modelling for Triumph lingerie

[riotsux]

The best game I ever played was called "I failed"

It went like this:

Everyone stands in a circle, and one by one, around the circle each person yells, as proudly as possible, that they failed

There is no task that has been failed

Just the celebration of failure

[rookthorne]

Does your Biker Bucky has a memory where he drives a bike or rides it whit someone for the first time?

So the beginning of the love between Bucky and his bike?

AHHH I've been wanting to do this for the longest time, thank you so much for requesting this, I kinda ran with it! but I hope you enjoy! 💜

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐡

Trips down memory lane were always difficult, until finally a memory shined through the shadows — reminding him of just where he belonged.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes & Biker!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✰ 500

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Fluff, references to past events

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✰ I'd just like to point out that this is exactly 500 words idk how I did it, BUT I DID IT!

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ✰ Forever Young by Audra Mae, The Forest Rangers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✰ Lana's Birthday Celebration — Masterlist

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The smell of engine oil was overwhelmingly strong in the shop as Bucky worked on his father’s ‘66 Triumph Bonneville, the old and rusted frame now sparkling chrome and white from his careful restoration. 

“Steve!” Bucky called while his grease-covered hands tackled a particularly difficult pain in the ass seal in the engine. “Gimme a hand, this sonofabitch won’t release.”

Steve’s boot falls hit against the black stained cement as he approached and he reached over Bucky’s shoulder, the extra pressure just the thing needed to release the troublesome part. “Thanks, punk.”

“You’re welcome, jerk,” Steve said as he whipped the rag he held across Bucky’s back and laughed at his shout of surprise.

The sound of the stereo blasting Mötley Crüe became muffled as he worked on the four-stroke, the work proving easy, his muscle memory taking over as his mind wandered back. 

It wasn’t often that Bucky would pause to reflect on what had happened throughout his life before he’d been shipped off against his will - the memories either blocked or too painful to process, but one shined like a beacon amongst the shadows and depths of his mind. 

His very first ride on this very bike, when he was a teenager. 

The bike was heavy and awkward between his legs as he straddled the seat, his father circling him and adjusting his stance with a stern voice. “Shift up a bit, son.” As George spoke he nudged his boot against Bucky’s ankle. 

Bucky did so and looked over his shoulder at his father, only to see him smiling. Bucky’s chest swelled with pride and he grinned back. 

He could remember how many false starts he had put the poor transmission through, the engine roaring and the sputtering followed by the terse order from his father to try again. 

“You will be stuck cleaning the barrack toilets if you can’t get this right, son.”

That threat alone, while harsh, was very effective. 

By the end of that day, Bucky had managed to smoothly transition between gears and hold the bike steady as he rode up and down the street; slow enough that the buildings didn’t fly by, but fast enough for the wind to muss his hair and make his heart rate just as fast as it did these days. 

He could still remember the pride in his father’s face as he watched Bucky ride by, the image tattooed in his mind as though it was inked against his skull. It was one of the few times that Bucky had ever felt happy.

Back then, he learnt of his place - where he wanted to be. 

It was not holding a gun and marching to orders, not waiting with bated breath on whether the next step would result in him, or his brothers being shot and killed. 

No. It was here.

His legs astride the leather seat of a two-wheeled chariot that roared with fury and went as fast as Mercury, leaving nothing but his worries and fears behind.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[phoenixcatch7]

Every time I go to hyrule castle I remember that video about the royal guard weapons and how they were shiekah tech created to mimic the master sword (and failed - they're powerful but brittle and no more effective against the calamity than anything else). And I just remember the little detail of the wings on the hilt. On the master sword, they face up when the blade points down. On the royal guard weapons, they face up when the blade points up.

And to me, that little detail is very indicative of what they thought about the hero and the cycle.

The wings face up when fi is at rest. Waiting. Sealing. Not lifted.

For them, their swords face up when they brandish them, when they raise them against their enemies, when they wave them around and cheer.

That's what they think the hero does. That's what they think they can replicate and take for themselves.

That's not what a hero does at all.

Sure, he spends a lot of time doing that, but it's a fraction of the whole. The hero does not do it for glory or pay or fame. He is kind. He helps everyone who asks. He gets things for little kids and listens to their stories and helps people find their pets and goes out of his way to leave the stranger a little happier them when they met. He spends hours crawling through mazes and enemies to find something he can use later.

He does not raise his sword in anger. The job is not done once the villain of the day is skewered on his sword. It needs to be sealed, the darkness pushed back until the next generations can take up the call. It's passing on the torch to yourself. The master sword must seal evil during those intervening centuries.

The heroes soul is one, by breath of the wild, long forged in faith and love and determination and the flames of war and loss. The curse of demise makes it so that only one strong enough to stand against it can push it back. The heroes soul is one that is pure. It's a long reset game, and everyone knows the way it plays out.

And under rhoam, hyrule believes it knows all there is to know about the hero and the cycle. It thinks that it can shove the pieces where it wants them, that with the aid of the ancient technology it can force the warnings of history to bend to it's desire. It thinks enough violence will solve the problem entirely. It makes the master sword mimics with the blades facing up.

And it gets it wrong.

The hero reduced to a silent weapon, a shadow of the royal family, the princess helpless and unable to act, unable to access her own power.

It tries to force the issue with manpower and restrictions and piling societal pressure on the children, and hyrule falls.

Immediately, zelda is able to unlock and channel the full extent of her power, she can make a plan and not have it dismissed, she sends link to safety and travels hyrule setting the parts of a constantly moving puzzle into place, she meets ancient spirits and talks with the master sword and seals ganon on her own for the century it takes for link to return.

When he does, rhoam does not order link to save the princess. He does not pile titles and restrictions and pressures on him. He asks him to save his daughter. The hero finally gets to act at his own pace, and he chooses kindness. He chooses to go out of his way to talk to people outside his station, to listen to kids stories and leave strangers a little happier than when they met. He gathers allies loyal out of trust and not forced respect for things he hasn't done yet.

By choosing kindness and not violence (though there is an incredible amount of both), link becomes able to defeat the calamity and save zelda and the kingdom. Zelda is able to guide him and trust him to come. By working together as respected equals, they save the world.

And afterwards, the master sword is returned to her pedestal, triumphant, blade down and wings raised high.

[nintendont2502]

clearly a scam but GOD do I wish all order confirmations were written like this

[francesderwent]

“You and I, it is to be hoped, do not hold the theory that the highest and most prominent figures in Society are the highest and best specimens of the human race. We are not such desolate pessimists as all that….The most gloomy of all possible theories is the theory that the best man wins….But I am an optimist, and I believe that evil is frequently victorious; a thought full of peace, comfort, and possibilities of human affection.”

—G.K. Chesterton, Illustrated London News 11/16/1907

[outeremissary]

I hate Goncharov so much it's unreal

[letsberealsworld]

Dance of Radiance: Crafting Confidence in the Symphony of Self

🌟 Boost confidence with us! Mirror affirmations, embrace uniqueness, and step beyond comfort zones. Join the symphony of self-discovery! 🎶 #ConfidenceJourney #SelfLove #Empowerment

Imagine a world where your confidence isn’t just a trait, but a vibrant dance of radiance, a symphony playing within you. Today, let’s embark on an extraordinary journey—a journey that unveils the secrets of boosting self-confidence, not as a destination but as an art form, a masterpiece in the making. Photo by RF._.studio on Pexels.com Mirror Musings: Morning Serenade to Your Soul As the sun…

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Daisy Lowe

[sophiamcdougall]

No putting a Scot on the bridge of the Enterprise is not even remotely up there with the inclusion of a black woman, a Japanese man and a Russian working happily alongside Americans, for the love of Mike.

[princepestilence]

2022 in review.

As always, part of my personal tradition is taking stock of the good and wonderful things that happen during the year, even (or especially) when the year itself is very challenging and fraught. I feel that taking pride in yourself and the time you’ve spent, and reflecting with gratitude on the small, good moments is integral to farewelling a dying year and moving into a new one, and it’s healthy and healing for me to do.

If you are looking for an opportunity to do the same, please take this post as your invitation to join me. Take care. <3

I can’t remember the last time a year hasn’t been challenging, so it’s sort of moot to state it, but also, for transparency, it has been a challenging year. I got really burnt out and stressed from work that wasn’t suiting me and was asking far too much of me was a major part of that, and I wasn’t happy. Resigning felt fantastic, even though it was a really scary leap of faith -- and I’m still so delighted that I landed in what is basically my dream job immediately. I like to think it was meant to be.

There was also all that house stuff this year, so that was kind of a big deal as well. 

In light of all that, here it is: 2022 was Outstandingly Good, and Here’s Why.

new job! As I mentioned, I left the old job after a year and at the same time got offered a job doing theatre admin. The contrast between the two roles is so stark. The new one is part-time, which is perfect for me, and nowhere near as stressful or demanding as the stupid little hamster wheel the old job had me running on. After this turn of events, I could almost start believing in guardian angels, except that it was all me, baby.

survived last job and quit, which was SO good for my mental and physical health. This gets a separate dot-point because I want to celebrate the work I did do there, even though I didn’t enjoy it. Some of it I actively hated and I still kicked arse. Crowning achievement would have to be the fucked-up week where I had to fly interstate to run a two-day WH&S conference by myself, despite never running one with the company before, at basically no notice, because my dumb boss went and got covid like a day beforehand because he just couldn’t miss the Mardi Gras superspreader event, and then I had to fly to a different state for another two-day conference, which was also very full-on. Nightmare experience. But I did it, and I’m proud of that and also how well I did it all. Never again, though.

bought a house! We have a mortgage now. But on the bright side, we also have a townhouse that we own and we can do whatever we want to it, once we have the funds saved up for this and that, of course. I genuinely wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to do this, let alone before thirty. Speaking of...

had the last birthday of my twenties. Twenty-nine is the victory lap of my twenties, and I’m excited to see what the future brings for me. It feels great to be growing out of my twenties (weird, awkward, messy, distressing era) into my thirties in 2023, where I plan to be weird on purpose with the wisdom and confidence I have worked hard to develop in the last decade. 

physical health. No more kidney nonsense! Passed the tests with no issues and am free to live a happy life for the rest of forever, doctor’s orders. There’s other aspects of my physical health that still need work and care, but those are getting investigated and worked on, so I’m hopeful for improvements. 

mental health is fantastic! It wasn’t great for the first six months, but the change of professional scenery has made all the difference in the world. Also, meds are doing me so much good, I really don’t know how I was rawdogging life the way I was. I’m a changed man (for the better).

great thesis progress. I had hoped to finish the entire full draft by December 31st, but having finished most of it is still pretty good! Very proud of myself for the work I’ve put in this year and all years previous to get to this point, despite everything. 

publications! I had a couple of publications this year -- one for prose, one for poetry. The poetry one was in an anthology that was talked about on national television a few times, and sort of a big deal, so that’s neat. I did a reading at a launch event for it, which is the first time I’ve done that outside of the slam. Speaking of...

support feature at the slam. First time as the support! Perhaps one day I will even be the feature. :) 

first AGM as a board member. Not actually very exciting but it’s nice to be building confidence and experience here, and making contributions. 

best friend’s wedding. My first time as a member of a bridal party. It was such a beautiful wedding, everything about it was perfect. 

niece turns one. Her birthday is in a few days and it’s been such a treasure to see her growing over this year. She liked the seagull toy I got her.  :)

started going to the gym. I’d like to make it a habit I do more, but that’ll be a focus for next year. This year I’m just glad I went at all, considering how much else was going on! 

saw fun theatre. Not just from work, although that was a fair amount of it. I think all up we saw 14 shows? I have a feeling it’s going to be more next year.

[deancasforcutie]

you know when John Mulaney said “imagine you did all that [eat ass, suck a dick] to sell drugs, and then they legalized drugs, and you were like, ‘But I…’”? the writers fighting for confirmed queer leads on 10yearsbeforegaymarriagenatural

[freshtler]

[andoutofharm]

gotta go text my younger siblings now goodnight