#TrustingInstincts

[cyber-soul-smartz]

Protecting Personal and Professional Boundaries: Practical Strategies for Self-Care and Growth

Discover effective strategies to protect yourself from intrusive individuals and maintain your mental well-being. Learn about setting personal boundaries, practicing self-care, and building supportive networks in Hafsa Reasoner's "Empowered Journey."

Establishing Boundaries Against Intrusive Individuals In today’s hyper-connected world, the boundaries between personal lives, as well as between personal and professional lives, have become increasingly blurred (American Psychological Association, 2019). This has led to increased intrusive behavior, where individuals feel entitled to offer unsolicited advice or criticism (Ledbetter & Vik,…

[theloulouge]

Life Lens - Entry 23

Navigating Singlehood, Rom-Com Blues, and Walls That Crumble You know that feeling when your brain turns into a swirl of thoughts, and you’re like, “Wait, what’s going on up there?” Yep, that’s me today – diving headfirst into the sea of thoughts about my single status. So, rewind a few years. Back when I was in the “single for a minute” phase (okay, more like 3 or 4 years), I couldn’t help but…

[rebelcliche]

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  [ listen nancy and carlos would make the best detective team lbr ]

          nancy  doesn’t  like  cops.  she  never  has,  for  that  matter—but,  there’s  something…different  about  officer  reyes.  she’ll  give  him  credit  that  he’s  far  more  competent  than  the  two  former  lackeys  of  hopper’s.  she’d  been  initially  wary  of  him  when  he’d  first  arrived  in  hawkins,  especially  given  how  things  with  government  officials  usually  go.  but,  she  would  admit,  he  was…actually  kind  of  alright.

          though  she’d  be  lying  if  she  said  that  she  would’ve  ever  imagined  someone  as  seemingly  reserved  and  stoic  as  him  would  be  ‘roommates’  with  someone  so…opposite.  it  wasn’t  her  place  to  pry,  however—even  if  it  was  a  journalistic  ITCH  that  just  begged  to  be  scratched.

          she  stops  in  her  tracks  when  carlos  does,  immediately  on  high  alert—ears  straining  to  see  if  she  can  hear  what  he  did.  she  takes  a  moment  to  glance  around  before  her  eyes  dart  over  to  the  older  man’s  head.

          “ no,  what—? ”

[rescuinglives]

did you feel sick?

          when  hadn’t  he  felt  sick  was  the  better  question.  must  have  been  something  he  ate  that  wasn’t  agreeing  with  him.  it  wasn’t  how  he  wanted  his  first  day  back  to  go  ( as  thankful  as  he  was  that  he  managed  to  go  their  entire  honeymoon  without  any  complications ),  but  all  he  could  do  now  was  curl  up  in  bed  and  try  not  to  throw  up.  he  had  a  feeling  that  pepto  bismol  was  going  to  be  his  best  friend  for  a  while.

          “ i’m  alright,  babe, ”  he  insisted,  though  his  appearance  would  say  otherwise.  “ i  didn’t  feel  sick  yesterday,  no,  but…  i  dunno-  it  must’ve  been  something  i  ate… ”  though  he  didn’t  want  carlos  to  fret  over  him—he  did  enough  of  that  already.

          “ but  i’ll  be  fine,  promise.  you  should  go  to  work.  i’ll  still  be  here  when  you  get  home. ”

[fyrewalks]

“i’m not being cocky,” carlos says, cockily, hanging around the kitchen of the 126 firehouse as if he belongs there. which, he supposes he does, in a roundabout sort of way, considering he’s scheduled to marry into the found-family in a short amount of time, yet he’s leaned back against the countertop with far too much smugness for someone who doesn’t even work in the same building, nor has any true rights to the food kept here by the people who actually do.

“look, i’m just saying. any communal area should have set rules for outsiders to clearly be able to understand and follow. right?” he continues on with a too-casual shrug, brow arched and smirk poorly subdued. “and besides, i just so happen to personally supply all of you with food on the regular, both takeout and home-cooked. so, i figure if anything gives me rights to using the fridge at free will, it’s that.” // @trustinginstincts

Paul makes no attempt to hide the roll of his eyes or the pout quickly turning down the corner of his lips. Carlos is not only cocky but correct. At least partly so.

"Come on man," he says, crossing his arms against his. "Some things are common sense. I know your momma raised you right." It's a dangerous game, invoking another's mother, but it's both light-hearted and fair game given how much talk of in-laws and weddings have taken over the house.

"And don't bring up your cooking skills when that's not what's being debated," he adds, toeing the line. Any other day, Paul wouldn't hesitate to compliment Carlos' work in the kitchen. "What's being debated is hogging up the entire fridge. We're firefighters, we gotta eat."

[warriorkidsblog]

Training the senses in Warrior Kids. In pairs one student stands blindfolded while another creeps around, and gently taps or touches them. The blindfolded student can often sense where their partner is and even pre-empt contact. It is a fun, playful exercise encouraging students to trust their instincts. Photo by Paul McSweeney. warriorkids.org #warriorkids #community #relationships #buildingcommunity #connectedness #trainingthesenses #trustinginstinct #play #today #like #follow #life #photooftheday #picoftheday #motivation #fun   https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ446NRhg0i/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[janicethegalaigorota]

#foodmenu #menu #igfood # #the struggle is real when all you can order are based on the photos, asking the crews was a real disaster when they can't even speak English. #expatlife #trustinginstincts #

[rescuinglives]

@trustinginstincts

#carlos cow eyes activated

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[rescuinglives]

10 people you want to get to know better

favorite color(s): teal, turquoise, sea green, cyan, mint, cerulean blue

song stuck in your head: surprisingly none at the moment lmao

last song you listened to: s/hake it - m/etro station

3 favorite foods: fried rice, spring rolls, curly fries

dream trip: getting to go back to vegas with @trustinginstincts & @killjedi <3

anything i want right now: to decompress after work bc i'm exhausted lol

tagged by: @stillwcndering

tagging: anyone who wants to do this!

[fyrewalks]

you're serious? // @trustinginstincts

"Yup," Paul confirms, ending the word with a loud pop. "About as serious as a heart attack." Given his own medical history, he thinks the poor joke is not only allowed, but encouraged.

He doesn't care that it's overkill. Nor does he have any issue owning up to it; labeling each of his snacks with his last name in his neat scrawl is on the petty side. Knowing that, however, does nothing to discourage him from continuing on.

Setting the sharpie down, he levels a look at Carlos. "I am simply protecting what's mine." And no one messes with his sweet treats.

[rescuinglives]

          it’s  not  quite  the  answer  tk  is  looking  for,  but  he  also  can’t  really  bring  himself  to  care  either—not  when  carlos’  lips  feel  that  good  against  his  neck.  he’s  far  too  weak  for  him  and  the  way  his  hands  feel  inching  up  the  front  of  his  shirt.  it’s  a  dangerous  combination  that  carlos  knows  all  too  well  how  to  use  to  his  advantage  these  days.  during  a  three  year  relationship,  with  a  marriage  on  the  horizon,  you  tend  to  learn  things  about  someone;  it’s  impossible  not  to  learn  the  ins  and  outs  of  how  people  feel  and  think,  knowing  them  for  that  long…  it’s  no  different  between  the  two  of  them.

          as  much  as  tk  enjoys  the  intimacy,  the  way  carlos  has  thrown  himself  at  him  and  pinned  him  to  the  wall  with  every  intention  of  making  tk  his  ( not  that  he’d  have  to  try  very  hard  with  that,  considering  tk  already  is  carlos’ ),  tk  knows  there’s  more  to  the  story  than  carlos  just  suddenly  being  in  the  mood.

          he  could’ve  been  hit  with  cupid’s  arrow,  himself,  and  carlos  would’ve  at  least  put  the  groceries  up  before  trying  to  make  a  pass  at  his  fiance…

          tk  feels  shivers  coursing  down  his  spine  and  to  his  fingertips  and  toes,  body  begging  him  to  just  give  into  the  pleasure,  but  even  so,  he  knows  he  can’t—not  yet…

          “ babe…  babe-  c’mon—you  don’t  even  want  to  talk  about  what’s  bothering  you  right  now…? ”

what has gotten into you?

he’s all crashing lips, nipping teeth, and groping hands the moment they walk into their apartment, much too reminiscent of their first encounter together with the added influx of about three years worth of falling madly in love. perhaps it’s that certain addition which only makes him worse, now, all these intensely burning emotions fueling him far more than attraction alone had back then.

and, well, maybe - just maybe - this instance in particular has a little something to do with the torturous flirting tk had been subjected to at the grocery store, today. not that carlos wants to talk about it, because he really doesn’t want to talk about it, although as he pins tk against the wall adjacent to the sliding door, shopping bags laying forgotten on the floor, he supposes the resulting question from him is appropriately justified.

“me?” he hums, deeply and huskily, right into tk’s ear, hands hiking up the front of his shirt as he leaves another trail of kisses down along his neck. he truly has no intentions of stopping, a fire having been lit deep inside him, the possessive urge to claim screaming in his head and slowly consuming over his entire body, bit by bit. “oh, nothing at all. why do you ask…?”

[jockcliche]

hello, and welcome!! this is an independent, private, highly selective, 25+ only, mutually exclusive roleplay blog for 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗧𝗢𝗡 of 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. rewritten as an ORIGINAL CHARACTER with strong canon influences. established on 07/10/21, revamped on 06/02/23. as portrayed by Q ( 29, indigenous canadian, bisexual + genderfluid, he / she / they pronouns ). THIS BLOG USES THE BETA EDITOR + XKIT REWRITTEN.

➭ 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗗 // 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗢𝗦

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@rebelcliche​  //  @partysheart​  //  @fehlicitaes​

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also find me at: @flayerlinked //  𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 @trustinginstincts  //  𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

* icon + header, and pinned post graphics credit goes to the ever-amazing and talented @rebelcliche ! ♥

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[rescuinglives]

          he  really  is  cute…  too  cute  for  his  own  good,  really.  tk  didn’t  know  what  he’d  done  to  deserve  such  a  man  in  his  life.  soulmates  really  were  the  best  way  to  describe  the  two  of  them  because  tk  truly  couldn’t  picture  himself  with  anyone  else;  he  didn’t  WANT  to.  carlos  was  HOME;  always  would  be,  forever.  tk  knows  good  and  damn  well  that  he  is  just  as  hopelessly  in  love  with  this  man.  he  also  knows  that  he  wouldn’t  change  it  for  the  world.

          goosebumps  form  on  his  neck  were  carlos  kisses  it,  and  he  has  to  hold  back  a  giggle  at  carlos’  ridiculousness.  if  tk  wasn’t  so  tired,  he  would’ve  been  more  than  happy  to  let  carlos  hold  him  here  forever,  but,  in  all  honesty,  he  found  that  it  was  a  miracle  he  was  even  still  standing.  a  poor  night’s  sleep,  coupled  with  calls  sprinkled  throughout  the  night—not  that  they  were  unheard  of,  just  rather  rare  around  here—left  him  exhausted,  and  truthfully,  nothing  sounded  more  appealing  in  that  moment  than  going  home  and  taking  a  nap  wrapped  up  in  the  man  he  loved.

          “ mmm,  babe, ”  tk  fights  against  a  yawn,  but  smiles  against  carlos’  shoulder.  “ i  love  you  and  the  fact  that  you’ve  missed  me  this  much,  but…i’m  afraid  that  if  we  don’t  get  home  soon  i’ll  just  end  up  falling  asleep  in  your  arms  like  this… ” there’s  a  pause  to  let  that  sink  in,  before  tk  decides  to  try  to  bargain  with  him.  “  but  just  think…  if  you  take  me  home,  you  can  hold  me  for  as  long  as  you  want…  deal ? ”

carlos is fairly certain that he's never been quite so clingy in all his life.

scratch that. he is entirely, one hundred and ten percent certain. not even close, in fact, and it's simply another reason to add to the ever-growing list of how a one tk s.trand undoubtedly owns his entire heart and soul. the fact that he’s genuinely missed the other this much in the span of just one day goes to needlessly prove that even further, and carlos wouldn’t change it for the world.

well, maybe he would change it, if only to somehow ensure that they’d never have to miss each other at all. it’s every bit as dramatic as it is ridiculous, he’ll be the first to admit it, taking full accountability of being so absurdly in love with the man that it physically pains him to be apart from him for more than a few hours.

“hi,” he says around his face-splitting grin the second he lays eyes on him, pushing himself off of his car in order to greet him properly outside the firehouse. a kiss he doesn’t want to end, an embrace he’s none too keen on cutting short anytime soon, even when he’s indirectly called out for as much with a statement of undeniable logic.

“mhmm, you make a good point,” he murmurs against tk’s shoulder, pausing to press a kiss to the side of his neck. “would still require me letting you go first, though… and i’m really not sure if i want to do any such thing.”

as if to prove his point, his arms tighten around tk ever-so-slightly, securely pinning him in place against his chest as he bites back a giddy laugh. ridiculous.