#confindence

[the-wig-and-jewelry-channel]

#shine #doyourbest #confindence #love #shopping https://www.instagram.com/p/CoO2ueOObYd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pizza-feverdream]

Genuinely I need to draw myself more I'm my favorite character

[reksink]

Instincts are Hard to Suppress. Yes?

Gift for @/EternalStarstorm 💚

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

Does Charlie ever get the chance to beat her father up for being the worst?

Noooo and tbh I don't really think she'd want to. She definatly had some CHOICE words for him though when they got the chance to talk again. She needs a lot of convincing to get violent with BILL I don't think she'd ever try and strangle her dad.

[thallium81]

I don't think that people actually, genuinely like me. Usually if people like me, they have their own things going on and I have the feeling that it may affect their taste in friends. But if they do, that might be worse because I'm Bad and Evil and they could do so much better ngl. I'm sorry but I'm not even bad enough to be an interesting story, I just kind of suck. I'm mediocre. I'm the type of bad friend to fade away into the background and never contact you, and you'll be asking "wait he was there in the first place?"

[boysborntodie]

Johnny and Cherry:

-Have the exact same shitty taste in men

-Can and will call out their shitty boyfriends on their shitty behavior

-Are two of the three only people who Ponyboy feels comfortable around to be himself

-Hate fighting

-Recognize the harm of the Greaser and Soc dynamics that leads to both parties suffering

-Have strong morals

-Want to escape the confines of their societal-based roles but are unable to do so

In short, they need to be besties

[seaofreverie]

Well, it's fine. I'll just have my second attempt tomorrow at making my university let me start studying without retaking the damn exam.

[mistninja]

Can i finish 3 books in a week

[finnslay]

Us when school ends next Friday and we're still confined to two rooms for most of the day and not allowed to go go classes for "our saftey" >they see us as an inconvenience>

[theheartintheshow]

Headcannon: Brennan knows how to play at least five different instruments

[stardustbee]

You know this days where you just have the worst body image ever?

Yeah, I have such a day today...

[waytoobsessed]

Half the time I interact with people it's because I got excited or I wasn't feeling nervous - Out of Glass

WAIT SAME THOUGH

[uroborosymphony]

5

5 - your bedroom at 5 am. Liminal Space - Still accepting.

1861. Sixty years have passed since the beginning of the Great War against the Witches. Across the realms, her armies of vampires and ghouls were casting nothing but death and desolation down this path of revenge and insanity. All orders were executed under Calista's rage. A rage that was endless and only grew deeper as more and more battles were won by her loyal creatures of terror. Her goal remained : to find a very specific bloodline of witches, the ones who were responsible of awakening the lamia inside of her back in the year 1456, and therefore, killing the human side within her. It was that power she was hungry for, a power she intended to steal and to own, a power she wanted to use to change the rules of the world of the night, to free its creeatures and by the end of her path, to end herself, to free her soul from immortality. On the field, at night, as her soldiers were resting and regenerating after a battle, the lamia who did not need any rest, usually enjoyed the calmness in her apartments. Her rooms were a guarded sanctuary for her to study every the field in order to think ahead for the next one, strategies she would discuss with her council tomorrow in the early morning. On that night, it was different however as her days of glory were little by little declining. Today's battle was another lost one. The palms of her hands were down the table of wood in the middle of her bedroom, eyes fixated on maps, plans and recollection of today's disaster. In her red gown of silk, she was far from the military apparel of Commandant she was wearing on the top of the hill, her sword in a hand. Rare were the presences authorized in her bedroom. Vine was one of them. As it has now been years he accepted her request for help, to remain by her side and offer support from the underworld, he became her closest ally, despite her not holding much trust in nothing but herself. The curtains were floating through the wide opened windows on the moon. The lamia looks above her shoulder, catching a glimpse of the man who joined her in her walls, her eyes then going back to the map. "This is the third battle I am losing, Earl." She speaks to him. "I have spent the night studying their attack, their defense, every single sword strike, every single HEAD choped down, every single drop of blood spilled on the soil. Something have changed, their behaviour of the battle field, their strategy. The bloody whitches were not supposed to defeat us, not Here in Khangai, not now. The mountains have always been the optimum, perfect envionment for our armies to hold advantage over these mediocre creatures, it has shown in our glorious past." A long sigh escapes from her lips, eyes closed, back bent. "If we carry on like this, I am going to lose the war." The lamia speaks, away from her usual confidence in her victories. "Hell." She let out of frustation, slamming down the palms of her hands, then bringing them to her face, her fingers running up, through her hair, holding a pressure against her skull, seizing her hair as she's on the verge of pulling out, a slow rage dancing under her skin. "Something have changed.

WHAT CHANGED?!

She shouts in anger. "I cannot see it. I can't FUCKING see it." In frustration, she pushes away the plans along with her chalice of blood off the table with the back of her hand, causing each element to hit the wodden floor in a violent sound.

[ratwebsite]

the sat on becomes the sitter on-er

[caixxa]

Do I really want to break this good streak of not writing I have going on? Roope saying his best hockey memory is the 2016 junior worlds championship is putting me in some kind of feels that would fit the idea of a tiny fast-forward slice-of-life pwp thing in the do not film this universe so well. I had this really vivid image in my head for the scene, and a having competing working title ideas is really a cherry on top of a slow sweet sundae.

But: 1) not writing is good for me and 2) I promised myself that once I finished money shot I'm done, done, done with the AU.