#self-worthiness

[thepersonalwords]

Let us each take up our flaming torches and mount as the blazing fireballs of light that we are and let's burn the skies and leave it with deep scars and let them be our signatures upon eternity as we go forth!

C. JoyBell C.

[thepeacefulgarden]

[bonerot19]

I know we like writing fics where Jason is all "I'm not the kid you lost" and "he died and I'm all the worst parts of him that came back" and whatever. but lately I've been thinking about a Jason that's angry bc everyone thinks he came back wrong, because to him, he's the same as he's always been. sure, he's more upset and angry and traumatized, but he's still Jason.

I've been thinking about a Jason that spent most of the time since his death underground and then catatonic. to him, hardly any time has passed at all. to his family, three years have gone by. and Jason knows he looks different than he did, and he knows he's sharper around the edges, now, but he's still Jason. he's the same kid that died and now he's back and why doesn't anyone see that?

they're the ones that changed, not him

[asha-mage]

MDZS AU where Jiang Cheng realizes that Lan Sizhui is the Wen orphan that Wei Wuxian took care off during the Burial Mounds arc, decides that's close enough to qualify him as Nephew, declares that no Nephew of His (much less a surrogate son of Wei Wuxian's) is going to be raised in the Cloud Recedes, and immediately launches into a custody battle with Lan Wangji.

But since neither Jiang Cheng or Lan Wangji can acknowledge that Sizuhi has any connection to Wei Wuxian, both begin steadfastly and stubbornly insisting that he is a Cultivator of peerless potential and skill and he belongs in their sect thank you very much, and would clearly be very unhappy in the other's. This confuses the hell out of the already mystified Cultivation world, who had barely adjusted yet to gossiping about Sizhui being Wangji's illegitimate child by mysterious love affair.

(Eventually the common consensus in the rumor mills is that both JC and LW where in love with Sizhui's mother and both believe themselves to be Sizhui's real father.)

(LW couldn't care less what gossips say, but JC has to bite his tongue till it bleeds to avoid telling anyone the truth in a fit of anger.)

(It was Nie Huaisang who put that rumor out in the first place, partly to troll JC, partly because, in a way, it's a little true.)

[technically-human]

When the ghost who read to you as you died activates all of your Must Protect instincts

[chronalshifts]

i think a lot of people are calling viktor’s reaction to waking up changed and then almost immediately leaving for zaun unrealistic and like… yes it would be. for someone whose mind has not been affected by the hexcore. he speaks differently, he hears sky’s voice through its influence, he can no longer feel the cold, or the warmth of jayce’s hug. he walks away from jayce because he can no longer feel the affection that kept them together, and he sees no logical point in remaining when they have no common ground anymore. he might not be a machine externally, exactly, but his mind certainly isn’t human anymore.

[agirlunfilteredsblog]

KIND REMINDERS 🤍

1. You are someone’s dream girl exactly the way you are right now.

We put so much emphasis on growth and getting to that “next best place”, which is fine, but we always forget that we deserve self-love as we are right now. It does not mean that you aren’t at your “best” physically and/or mentally that you aren’t deserving of love, kindness, and respect.

2. Perspective is everything

Stop stressing over that one bad grade you received at school. In ten years, you won’t even remember what teacher gave it to you. Focus your energy on things that’ll have lasting impacts. When you look back on your life, you want to see the beauty of it, not the anguish.

3. Growth isn’t linear

Don’t blame yourself for messing up. We aren’t perfect and we are bound to mess up every once in a while. Learn from your mistakes, and try to not repeat them. And if you do, that’s okay, there’s always another time. Growth has no time limit.

4. You are not a bad person

If you are sitting here constantly asking yourself if you are a bad person or underserving of love, I’m here to tell you one thing: bad people don’t worry about whether they are perceived as “good” or “bad”. Give yourself grace, and stop letting your overthinking consume you.

So much love,

A girl unfiltered 💋

[somehealingpetals]

H E A L Y O U R S E L F F I R S T

[spiritualseeker777]

[somewhereincairparavel]

'i hate jason grace because he thought he was worthy enough to compete with percy' I'm sorry have y'all SEEN jason. this man defeated a TITAN without weapons and his bare hands to the point the titan wanted to rise from the UNDERWORLD with the help of a GODDESS to seek vengeance over him. I think we can cut him slack for having some well deserved self respect bc I'd brag too wtf

[linolinoing]

★ lino linoing moments: 15/∞

[thepeacefulgarden]

[firelilyfox]

Cut The Past Away

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader Summary: This takes place after Endgame and before FATWS. Bucky struggles with self worth and with memories that haunting his thoughts. When he almost kills someone because the girl he loves gets hurt, he knows something has to change. Worcount: 1.5k Warnings: trauma. mentions of injuries. crying. blood. Bucky having a secret crush on you. struggle with self worth. hugging tightly. cutting his hair. forehead kisses. kissing in general. hurt/comfort.

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Bucky got pardoned by the government but he struggled to forgive himself for all the terrible things he’d done in the past. 

After the earth got saved from this big, purple alien person, he searched for something worth moving forward. And that something just happened to stumble into his life like a wild tornado with pretty eyes and a kind, loving heart. 

You. His girl. 

Well, technically not his girl. Because he never told you about his feelings and the way his pulse quickens, as soon as he thinks about you. Bucky didn’t know how it happened, but somehow you managed to wrap him around your pinkie without even trying. 

The only problem about this whole feeling thing, was that he could never tell you about it. Bucky was too messed up, too damaged to let someone near him. Too broken to feel worthy of the kind of love, he knew you were able to give. 

Even in meetings, when he watched you talk to the other teammates, he noticed that you truly care about every single one of them. You listen, you never judge someone and you’re doing it like it’s breathing. He never met someone so pure and kind. And he knew for a fact, that he could never be the man who deserved your heart. He doubt to even had a chance to win it anyway so, why bother thinking about it? 

„You are awkwardly quiet today, Buck. What’s wrong?“ Sam asked with concern. 

Bucky welcomed the distraction from his spiraling thoughts. „Nothing. I’m always quiet.“ 

„Nah, because today you are extra grumpy. Normally you just look like a hungry cat and somebody took your sandwich. Today you look like a beaten dog.“ 

Bucky rolled his eyes. This was no topic to discuss on a mission. Especially if the reason he looked like a sad - or beaten - dog was sitting right across him in the Jet, talking to Shuri about some computer stuff he failed to understand. 

„Your comparisons are really getting worse everyday.“ 

Sam laughed. „You know that aint true. You’re just embarrassed that I can read you like an open book.“ 

Hopefully not. He thought for himself. If Sam would be able to get a look inside his head, he would’ve turn around and never talk to him again. All the horrible things he’d done in the past, getting dragged to the surface as soon as he closes his eyes by nightfall. Every damn night. 

Even after the treatment in Wakanda. He sometimes can’t look in the mirror, scarred to see the Winter Soldier starring back. 

Bucky ran his hand through his thick hair, trying to get it out of his face, but it fell back right away. „Enough talking. Get ready. We are landing soon.“ 

You looked up and Bucky held your gaze for a moment. The shy smile you gave him, liftet the heavy weight above his heart, which always appeared right before a mission. Right before a fight. 

„I got your back out there“, you said stretching your neck. Bucky looked at you, now standing right beside him. You were a lot smaller than him, your head only reaching his chest, but the fire in your eyes made up for the fragile impression. 

„Couldn’t wish for someone better“, he mumbled. Bucky felt his whole body longing to get a little closer to you, so his arm could accidentally brush your shoulder. But he pulled himself together, trying to focus, even if the slight pink on your cheeks made him feel like the luckiest man alive. 

„Okay Team“, Shuri shouted over the rushing wind as the door got opened. „No serious injuries. I need you all tomorrow in your best form.“ Everyone gave her a thumbs up and then they’d jump out of the Jet. 

Bucky couldn’t remember what happened next. 

The only thing that was stuck inside his head, was you screaming in fear and the feeling of his hand punching a man almost to the gates of the afterlife. In that very moment nothing mattered for Bucky, except for you being safe. He couldn’t stop himself. Bucky had to be stopped. 

You stopped him. 

He didn’t know how you managed to drag him away and getting him into the Jet. The only thing he knew, you were holding his hand, guiding him away from the battle. 

„Are the others alright?“ His voice was raspy and silent. 

You looked up at him, nodding softly. „Yeah they went home with us. Don’t you remember?“ 

Bucky shakes his head, pining his eyes to the floor. How could he forget that? Why was his brain not functioning correctly, putting all the pieces into the right places? 

„Are you alright?“, Bucky asked. He slowly raising his eyes to meet yours, noticing some bruises slowly showing on you cheekbone and under your jawline. He gently cupped your face with his hands to get a better look at it … when his heart stumbles. 

His hands. 

They were covered in blood. 

Blood that was now on your cheeks. In the shape of fingerprints. His bloody fingerprints, marking you in a disturbing way. 

You noticed his reaction. The bare horror in his eyes. 

„Here let’s get this washed off.“ You took his hands in yours, guiding them over the sink. Only now Bucky realized where he was. Back in the Base. Back home. Standing in his bathroom. 

He let you wash the blood off his rough hands. Bucky tried to cast away all the unforgivable things, these hands have done and how they would’ve never be worthy of touching you, in the way he wished he could. He watched you closely. 

But he didn’t wanted to make you uncomfortable by him just staring at you, so he turned his head to the mirror. 

Winter Soldier. 

The blood had sprayed all over his face, leaving dark red marks and calling him out as the monster that still lives inside him. Bucky tore his hands out of yours and started to roughly wash his face with uncontrolled, painful movements. He ran his wet hands through his bloody hair, trying to get rid of the guilt. 

You were just standing beside him, letting him have this moment and then watching him holding on to the sink with both hands and a bowed head. 

„You know“, You started and softly resting a hand on his bicep. „I could cut it for you.“ 

Bucky raised his head to look at you. His wild eyes trying to make sense of your words. „What?“ 

„Your hair. I could cut it for you.“ 

A moment passes. „Why?“ 

„There is a saying. Hair holds memories. Normally it’s just something to smile about because people use it for changing their appearances after a breakup, but … in your case … I think it makes more sense.“ 

Bucky swallowed hard. He’d let go of the sink and turned around to you. The way he looked down at you made you a little weak in the knees. His body was strong and tall, something to lean on to and feel protected… but the deeply vulnerable expression on his face woke the wish in you to protect him and his kind soul from all the bad in the world. 

„How’d you know?“ Bucky asked. 

You shrug, not breaking eye contact. „I guess I know you good enough to tell what’s on your mind.“ 

„God, I hope not.“ He mumbles unaware that he just said the words, that should’ve stayed thoughts in his head. „Sorry.“ 

„Don’t apologize, Bucky.“ You whispered. Tears started to blur your vision and your throat just got a bit tighter. „It’s a pleasure to know all about you. Honestly.“ 

Now it was Bucky, who teared up a little. He struggled to wrap his head around the idea of you talking to him like that. Like he was someone worth to be treated this kind and soft. He couldn’t remember the last time he was treated this gentle. 

„You don’t know what your saying, doll. I’m not a good person.“ 

You stepped closer to him. So close, that your chest touching him with every breath. „You saved so many people fighting against all kind of enemies. Although you’ve lost so much and have been through so much you are still here, trying to keep on moving.“ 

You closed the remaining distance between him and you and wrapping your arms around his back. At first Bucky was surprised by the sudden contact but then he leaned into the hug, pulling you close to him, resting his head in the curve of you neck. 

„You saved me today. Bucky you are good. And I can’t thank you enough.“ 

Under your fingertips you could feel Bucky slightly shivering as he started to cry silently. You knew how hard it is for him to let his guard down like this, especially in front of another person, so you just kept on holding him without saying anything until the moment passes. 

„I would like you to cut it“, he said as he pulled away from you. 

You nod with a sweet smile. „Gladly.“ 

Without further thinking, Bucky cupped your face and brushed a soft kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes to remember this forever. 

„Thank you, doll.“ 

When he’d let go, you got up on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek to return the favor. Instead of distancing immediately after, you hesitated by the intense look on his face and the way his head turned slightly, so that your lips are just inches away. 

You took a chance and kissed him. Briefly and soft. 

A gala took place the next evening and Bucky appeared with short hair, a smile on his face and holding the hand of a girl with pretty eyes and a kind, loving heart. 

His girl. 

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

[hiko-the-teacup]

hey guys uh.... hear me out

[gomzdrawfr]

I really like this one particular look

i know it's a very highschool basketball skateboard dude kind of vibe but yeah

[yabagofmilfs]

this is such an interesting read on a couple different levels. amazing to see such a culture shift in a relatively short period of time.