#ego-boosting

[spintaxi]

Small Gestures That Quietly Boost a Man’s Confidence

Small Gestures That Quietly Boost a Man’s Confidence — Like a Surprise Sandwich and a Pretend Laugh at His Joke

A Love Language Known as 'Minimal Effort, Maximum Ego' In a groundbreaking exposé from YourTango, we’ve learned that men — delicate, emotionally withered houseplants — thrive on the gentle misting of small gestures. Yes, the modern man no longer requires roaring admiration or standing ovations. He just wants you to giggle at his “dad reflexes” or say “good job” when he parallel parks without annihilating a mailbox. A Sandwich Is Now Emotional Currency Experts agree: the male psyche is held together by deli meats. One anonymous husband reportedly burst into tears when his wife made him a grilled cheese unprompted. “It was better than therapy,” he said, as he dabbed his tears with a slice of cheddar. “She believed in me enough to use the panini press.” Relationship coach and accidental TikTok star Debbi Rae Paltrow said, “If you want your man to feel like a king, just toss him a sandwich like you’re feeding a golden retriever. Works every time.” Gentle Head Pats Now Considered Sexual Foreplay According to science (and one BuzzFeed poll), nothing revs up a man's self-worth like being treated like an overachieving Labrador. A subtle head pat, paired with a whispered “You got this, champ,” apparently activates the same neurological pathways as a full-blown TED Talk on masculinity. One woman admitted she boosted her partner’s confidence just by letting him open a jar she already loosened. “He walked away whistling like he invented agriculture,” she said. Pretending He Fixed the Wi-Fi Is an Act of Love Ladies, even if you rebooted the router yourself, let him believe he’s the digital shaman who restored your access to Netflix. A fake gasp and a “You’re so good at this stuff” can raise his testosterone by 4.6%, according to a study funded by emotionally neglected husbands who just want to feel useful. “I didn’t know what I was doing,” said Dan, 37, from Des Moines. “I just hit the box until the lights stopped blinking, and she clapped like I cured polio.” Let Him Hold the Flashlight While You Fix the Car There’s no greater illusion of competence than letting a man assist in something he doesn’t understand. Just put a wrench in his hand and ask him to “keep an eye on that belt.” He will stand there with the gravitas of a NASA launch director, even if he thinks a timing belt is something you wear to prom. Pro tip: Let him make beeping noises. It's all part of the ritual. Compliment His Grocery Bag Carrying Skills Want to see a man puff up like a Thanksgiving parade float? Whisper, “Wow, you carried all those bags in one trip.” He’ll strut to the fridge like he just lifted Thor’s hammer. Studies show that every compliment about manual labor adds 30 days of self-esteem to his internal calendar. Even if he crushed the bread and liquefied the avocados, he must be celebrated. Fake-Laugh at His 'Signature Joke' He’s told it 47 times. You’ve heard it 46 too many. But if you just let out a tiny, snorty laugh and clutch his arm like he’s George Carlin reincarnated, he’ll beam for days. You’ve just renewed his internal comedy license. Proceed with caution — this may result in a "tight five" at Thanksgiving dinner. Celebrate His Beard Growth (Even If It’s Just Neck Stubble) Men will gaslight themselves into believing they have a beard when they’re just growing something resembling a haunted shadow. If you praise his “rugged look,” you’re now dating a man who thinks he’s a mountain-dwelling survivalist, despite the fact he screams during paper cuts. One woman said, “He was going to shave it, but I called it 'distinguished.' He immediately Googled ‘how to open a microbrewery.’” What the Funny People Are Saying “I complimented my boyfriend for ‘organizing the fridge’ — he had just thrown beer in there. He now refers to himself as a ‘domestic strategist.’”— Amy Schumer “I told my husband he looked ‘strong’ moving the trash can. He applied to be a personal trainer the next day.”— Lisa McDavid “Let a man fix a squeaky door and he’ll act like he deserves a key to the city.”— Ron White

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Helpful Content: Boosting Him Without Losing Your Soul

If you’re worried that faking awe for your man’s tiny accomplishments might feel dishonest — don’t. Think of it as emotional charity. Just a little emotional Venmo transaction. You’re sending him $5 worth of self-esteem so he doesn’t spiral into a “she doesn’t need me anymore” podcast binge. Here are a few more small gestures that can make your man feel like Zeus: Nod solemnly when he explains cryptocurrency, even if he's describing a pyramid scheme with emojis. Let him show you a YouTube video he’s already sent to twelve group chats. Ask him to “reach the top shelf” and call him “my tall hero.” (He’s 5'9" in lifts.) Tell him his grilled hot dogs were “better than the restaurant.” Don’t specify which restaurant. Sources: - Relationship Guru Says Men Thrive on Being Clapped for Like Toddlers - New Study: 93% of Male Confidence Is Just Women Pretending They’re Impressed - Sandwich-Making Named Most Romantic Gesture Since Shakespearean Sonnets - Wives Admit: Yes, We Loosen the Jars First - Man Achieves Godhood After Being Told He’s ‘So Handy’ for Fixing a Chair Leg - “You’re So Good at Tech” Compliment Raises Male Lifespan by 6 Years Auf Wiedersehen. Would you like the next satire in this “Emotional Ego Maintenance” series?

A Sandwich Is Now Emotional Currency - A wide-aspect satirical cartoon illustration. A man sits at a kitchen table, crying with joy as he holds a grilled cheese sandwich.

“Small Gestures That Quietly Boost a Man’s Confidence.”

Jerry Seinfeld“What is it with men and sandwiches? You make a guy a turkey melt and suddenly he thinks he deserves a statue in his honor — made of salami.” Sarah Silverman“I told my boyfriend he did a great job folding the laundry. Now he refers to himself as ‘The Sultan of Softness.’” Ron White“My wife told me I parked straight. I walked inside like I just landed a 747 with one engine and a drunk co-pilot.” Larry David“You give a man one compliment for fixing the Wi-Fi and he starts referring to himself as ‘Chief Technology Officer of the House.’” Amy Schumer“I giggled at his joke and now he thinks he should open for Kevin Hart. Sir, you rhymed ‘fart’ with ‘tart.’ Relax.” Jackie Mason“You say one thing like ‘Nice beard’ and he’s on Etsy ordering Viking horns. What, now he’s conquering villages?” Groucho Marx“She said I looked good in this shirt. I’ve worn it for three weeks. At this point it’s not a shirt — it’s a security blanket.” Billy Crystal“I applauded him for killing a spider and he asked if there’s a medal for bravery in domestic pest control.” Roseanne Barr“He tightened a cabinet hinge and spent the next hour flexing. I said, ‘That hinge was the only thing in this house that wasn’t loose.’” Adam Sandler“He opened the pickle jar and now he thinks he’s got Thor arms. Bro, it was already halfway open from the last time I tried.” Jon Stewart“A woman gives a man a sincere ‘thank you’ and he reenacts the moment like it’s the Gettysburg Address. Calm down, Abe.” Chris Rock“Men don’t want much. Just tell ‘em ‘You da man!’ after they unclog a toilet, and boom — you’ve created a superhero called The Plunger Avenger.” Read the full article

[hinamie]

surprise it's yuri!!!in 2024

[incorrectbatfamandfriends]

Dick: As your favorite sibling-

Tim: That’s Helena.

Dick: She’s a cousin at best. As you’re favorite legally related sibling-

Tim: That’s Cass.

Dick: As your favorite Brother-

Tim: That’s Duke.

Dick: As your favorite OLDER brother-

Tim: That’s Jason.

Dick: I never tried to kill you.

Tim: In this life no-

[shouyuus]

lifehack for fic readers who don't know what to comment on fics -- if you just like copy-paste like... 2 lines that u liked in the fic u just read and comment that with the simple prequel of like "i rly liked these lines" ???? brother.

the way a fic writer would CARVE THEIR OWN HEART OUT and MAIL IT TO YOU FEDEX EXPRESS.

[alexblakegf]

knowing thomas gibson has been on tumblr before makes me wonder if he ever checks it now

[lavyyulu]

Chat (Zygarde), kill this guy

[cringefailvox]

vox and alastor are like mutualist symbiosis to me. alastor gets a reliable source of attention and vox gets his rejection kink indulged

[jesuistrestriste]

arts reaction to reader wearing this erm

oooh god. i think he would be all flushed in the face and smiley when he’s helping you take off your clothes, but the second he pulls down ur bottoms and sees the writing on the panties his face would just fall—

like suddenly he’s breathing heavier and also can’t breathe at the same time? and his hands are on your hips and his thumbs are sliding to play with the little bows while he feels his cock swelling painfully in his boxers :/

his heart is pounding and little waves of warmth are pooling in his gut the more he processes the words he’s reading

he slides down onto his stomach to position himself between your legs, and he’s hooking his fingers into the string sides of the thong before he looks up to your eyes and whispers in the most tender and desperate voice ever..

“just for me?”

[teal-fiend]

“so,” the villain said, voice smooth as black oil. “Where is he?”

The villain had captured, and shrunk the hero's sidekick down to a more manageable size, and had now contained them in a large glass beaker

The sidekick glared upward. “You think I’d rat him out to you? dream on, freak.”

The villain was undisturbed.

"let me clarify. I know where he is. Hes coming to save you. If hes found out youre missing that is -- i hypothesise, your hero will be too late. Too late to save you from me."

The villain flicked an invisible speck of dust off of their white coat, "after all, you are useless to me. I dont keep things around that have no use at all, i do hate clutter."

The sidekick’s eyes widened. “Wait--what are you going to do?”

“I am going to get rid of you." They said plainly, "I prefer something... economic. Organic disposal. Though you might be a bit hard to get down at this size... no matter"

They licked their lips absentmindedly. “Waste not, want not.”

The sidekick stumbled backward against the curved glass wall. “You’re joking. You’re insane.”

The villain only tilted their head. “Well, if you’re lucky, maybe your hero will find you in time.”

"You - you cant just eat me - it's, its not ethical"

The villain just laughed. Because the sidekick knew ethical practice wasnt the villain's modus operandi

♧

The lair door slammed open

“Where is he?” the hero demanded, boots skidding across the polished floor.

The villain's gaze flicked up. They were reclining in a high-backed chair, lab coat unbuttoned, one leg crossed over the other. Their hands were folded over the slight rise of their abdomen, rounder. distended. Satisfied.

A faint, glurrg issued from within the villain’s midsection, and they patted it absently, like one might after a heavy meal.

The hero gaped.

“No…”

“Oh,” the villain replied, “yes.”

"You monster,” the hero whispered, fists clenched. “He was innocent”

“Was being the operative word.” The villain picked their teeth.

"You...how dare you...... I .... should have gotten here sooner .. you had no right"

A muffled belch slipped from the villain’s lips. They dabbed at their mouth with the back of one gloved hand, utterly unbothered. “You’re too late,” the villain said, “But you’re welcome to stay. I find digestion so… educational.

And im definitely not in a state to fight you. So if thats what you want, please let it be known now, so I can arrange a visit from my henchmen."

The hero stood, stunned, while the villain reclined deeper into the chair- content, humming, a quietly working belly on their lap.

the hero watched it, the swollen belly under the fabric of their shirt. Lab coat draped across either side of it.

There, the chorus of bubbling gurgles and muffled churns filled the silence, soft and low and constant, and if not to personify an organ, content. As well

The hero swallowed thickly. That’s him, the hero thought. That’s… that’s my sidekick. In there. Breaking down. Being... used. His face burned.

The villain’s body was human, but what sat there wasn’t. Not entirely. There was intelligence behind those eyes, cruelty, sapience, but an equally true fact was that this was a predator animal. And it had just eaten their friend.

The hero flushed deeper.

“hello there?” the villain said. “I expected you to .... i dont know..... attack me?"

The hero couldn’t answer. Their eyes kept drifting down. To the villain's gut.

A wet, languid blorp rose. The sidekick. Gone. Reduced to meat and bubbles of sound inside that grotesquely (admittedly) attractive swell.

"Does it disturb you?” the villain asked. They gave their belly an affectionate rub. It let out a sharp grrggghhl, as if in reply. “You’re blushing.”

“Shut up,” the hero snapped- "You’re a monster.”

The villain’s eyes flicked down. Analysing flush blooming across the hero’s cheeks, the way their eyes wandered, the tense and awkward and vulnerable counterance.

It clicked.

"Well well well," the villain started. "What’s this? Feeling... intrigued, are we?”

"i can see you're trying not to stare - god - ....seriously, you're into this? Watching me digest your precious side kick?"

“i had no idea - I thought I was tormenting you, truly breaking you down by showing off what I did but. But maybe... maybe I’ve been teasing the wrong nerve.” They tapped a finger lightly on their gut, which gave a low, wet churn in reply. "Complete accident, my bad truly"

“I never meant to... uh... turn you on with my big, full belly,” the villain said, voice dipping into a playful drawl, to alieviate their own embarrassment at the awkward situation.

“Though, now I’m wondering if you’ve got a thing for predators digesting their meals... is that it?"

The hero’s face burned hotter, eyes darting away as they struggled for a reply, but the villain wasn’t finished.

“You can’t help it. I see it in the way you watch, the way you are getting all embarrassed. It’s... fascinating.”

Their fingers traced a slow, teasing circle on their coat above that soft swell. “Honestly, it’s almost flattering.”

The hero’s jaw tightened, lips pressed so thin. He wouldn’t admit it, couldn’t admit it, not aloud, not even to himself. But beneath the rush of fury and heartbreak, beneath the desperate need to be angry, the truth pulsed like a secret heartbeat: this was their ultimate fantasy. God it was embarrassing. Why today? Why now? Why..... them.

The villain shifts in their chair, awkwardly patting the curve of their belly as a soft 'brrruurp' escapes.

They wince, putting a hand over their mouth, too late.

“Uh, excuse me,” they murmur, cheeks going pink under the sterile lights. “I… I’m sorry. I really don’t mean to make this any more… enticing for you.”

the hero buries his face in his hands.

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

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something something hair holds memories

(this is for my ppt au)

the context is that Earth had a minor flashback in the first two weeks that made her uncomfortable being in her own body, but because there aren't any spare parts for her in this dimension (and because Eclipse refuses to let her make any impulsive modifications while he's around), the only change she could think of making was cutting her hair.

Eclipse walks in on her and tells her to put the scissors down and waits until she's a bit more present to ask if she actually wants her hair cut.

She does. So he cuts it. Because it's synthetic hair, it can't actually grow back, so she's sort of stuck with it short. But she's happy with it, so it's probably fine

[mirellapryce]

In an imaginary season 2, please imagine Charles doing something very impressive/cool looking/badass. Then pan to Edwin and Crystal both being visibly attracted to him.

[lottieswidow]

CHAT I WAS RIGHT‼️‼️‼️

MARIANA IBARRA MY INSTICTS ARE UNMATCHED

[sandersontheside]

My hot take is that if Roman were to "duck out" the way Virgil did in Accepting Anxiety, the result would be something akin to clinical depression. Roman has always been more than Thomas's creativity, he's also Thomas's drive, his passion, his desire. The motivation and ability to make art, or work, or even build relationships. All of that is wrapped up in Roman.

Sure, there are other motivating factors as we've seen in the videos on the topic. Logan motivates with the knowledge that work puts food on the table, Virgil motivates through fear. But Roman is the only one who motivates through love and joy, through hopes and dreams. Because while Patton is driven by emotion, he's more impulsive, more driven by what will make Thomas feel good in the moment, as opposed to Roman who while fanciful and emotional, is ultimately driven by plans and goals for the future.

Therefore, without Roman, Thomas would have no drive. No passion. No desire to make or do anything beyond base necessities for staying alive. No ability to see past immediate survival or imagine a possible happier future. No hopes and dreams. No spark. I don't even think Virgil's strongest panic could override a complete lack of passion for anything. Thomas would feel anxious and awful, but he still wouldn't be able to do anything.

And that's basically what clinical depression is. It's not just being sad--it's being exhausted, and numb, and unable to get out of bed in the morning because you just don't care about anything anymore. It's not finding joy in the things you used to love the most. It's feeling paralyzed because there are so many things you should be doing or you want to do, but you simply can't. Depression is, at its core, a lack of passion, joy, and drive.

[runawaymac]

hello my liege, I humbly req arcee pls and thank u 🙂‍↕️

best girl

[sugargrinds]

comm 🦎🥪🛸