#notinsecure

[jayrellis]

Had a great time this weekend, didn’t we guys? #notInsecure #haterswillsayitsphotoshop (at Hilltop Coffee + Kitchen) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7UqAtHgtIz/?igshid=195vfkcqcnrkx

[yggdrcsil]

@notinsecure

“oh.”

she loves miðgarðr—maybe more than ásgarðr anymore, never as much as she loved álfaheim, if not for how very fast everything is, then how beautiful the people are. gods are beautiful in their way, of course, beautiful in a very fixed way, beautiful in a timeless and vast way which she could never capture with words. sif is no skald. but mortals? the imperfection of them! she could bask in it, she a breathing and growing thing born of the earth itself so similar to them. she’s no ás, either.

and she is unabashed in her appreciation, certainly. the young woman is so lovely it almost makes her heart skip a beat, and sif can’t help the wonder in her eyes as she says, “you’re so beautiful!”

[collectedbooks]

notinsecure said:  “it happened simply because it had to happen.”

‘ how  many  things  do  you  know  of  that  HAVE  to  happen,  hm?   not  even  death  is  as  permanent  as  people  think. ‘

aziraphale  carries  himself,  for  all  intents  and  purposes,  like  a  disapproving  parent  delivering  a  lecture,  hands  folded  neatly  in  front  of  him  and  eyebrow  raised  in  that  obnoxious,  knowing,  there’s  only  one  right  answer  and  i  know  what  it  is  sort  of  manner.   there’s  isn’t  just  one  answer,  but  he  only  knows  the  one  and  will  stand  on  it  as  the  only  correct  one  until  he  can  no  longer  argue  anything  at  all.

‘ and  murder  is  terribly  unbecoming.   not  to  mention  ILLEGAL  by  human  standards.   you  ought  to  stick  to  temptation  like  other  demons. ‘

@notinsecure  /  WAR  AND  PEACE  STARTERS !   (  accepting.  )

[purplegeorgina]

“After getting into a steady relationship I honestly haven’t felt the need to post selfies. I just send those to my partner 🤷🏻‍♀️”

[scarestress]

@notinsecure / 🎃 

so there’s this guy she knows, right. he lives in roughly the same neighborhood as where her office is. he’s twentysomething, dropped out of college after a few weeks of class, thinks he’s hot shit because he plays electric guitar and wears doc martens (and, admittedly, she would probably think he was hot shit too if she was younger). sometimes they chat about the state of the world today and the ridiculous price of a cup of coffee and the social implications of costumed supervillains and things like that. she’s been invited to at least three of his shows, each time for a different band, and she hasn’t seen a single one. but he’s a nice enough guy. he’s pretty decent, as far as guys she knows. so she does at least pay some attention to the comings and goings of his apartment complex.

she’s seen this woman before, she’s pretty sure, but she can’t remember when. maybe an old girlfriend of his? either way, she finds it somewhat amusing-slash-pathetic-slash-sickening to watch him talk to her. she sits in the apartment’s “courtyard”, which is really just some shitty grass and benches where old people feed birds, and today the mystery woman happens to walk close enough to start a conversation with.

she’s been trying to do that more lately-- start conversations. never was much good at it. never really got the hang of making friends.

she lifts her coffee cup almost like a salute when the woman walks by. “you know you’re way out of his league, right.”

[sinnhelmingrmoved]

@notinsecure said: “Most people cry when I walk into the room.”

She imagines that this is the truth, taking inventory of rosy youth on the other’s face. There was nothing sweeter in all the worlds than painted cheeks and bright eyes, and nothing more deadly. Coolly, she dissected perfect symmetry, healthy hair, and saw no reason to call the girl’s bluff.

Her true face had taught her to weigh beauty heavily, and the ugliness that it planted in the hearts of others.

So she smiled, lips curling against her glamours. With a quiet laugh at the expense of that majority, Hel spoke up.

“Envy is a hell of a thing, isn’t it?”

[embodieshorror-blog]

@notinsecure. continued from here.

“Okay. Wow. There’s, like- there’s a lot to unpack here, so do you mind if I like, go sequentially?”

She sucks in a deep breath. “Ok, first off: ew. Just needed to get that one out there, because it warrants saying. Eww. Second- second, my idea of stress relief is, like...absurdly violent video games, or- or watching a horror movie in a well-lit room with a bag of those little snack size Oreos all to myself, or maybe a block of cheddar and a family size box of Club crackers if I’m feeling especially decadent, not hooking up with some dude I don’t even fucking know. Which brings me to my third point- what in the entire goddamn fuck is a ham store? What are you even talking about? Is that, like- a store that sells ham? Is it a Radio Shack kind of thing but it specializes solely in ham radios? Ham store? What the fuck is that? Also, kind of a return to my previous point, but since I don’t know the store, I don’t know the guy who runs it! I don’t know if he’s cute, and I’m sure as shit not taking the recommendation of someone who looks and talks like they just walked off the set of a goddamn John Hughes movie, no offense intended because you’re like, scary fucking pretty. Like, cover-of-a-magazine-pretty. Victoria’s Secret catalogue-pretty. Poses-in-their-underwear-and-gets-paid-for-it-pretty. ”

She clasps her hands before her, exhaling slowly as she prepares to bring this weird-ass diatribe to a close, perhaps because she realizes that she’s veering wildly between coming off as a boring-ass prude and a hopelessly bisexual disaster; she’s heard other girls telling each other with the utmost sincerity that they’re pretty, but she’s never quite gotten the hang of it. Accelerating it easy. Braking is hard.

“So, like...buying beer for underage people is a felony, which wouldn’t necessarily be a deal-breaker for me but your offer fucking sucks, so instead I’m going to offer you something even better: free advice. Love yoursefl! Beer is fucking nasty! Wait until you get old enough and try, like- a rum and coke instead. Or a piña colada. Or Bailey’s. Don’t waste what are supposed to be the best years of your life drinking- fucking, like- piss-water that grown-ups lie to themselves tastes better than soda just to try and impress a bunch of shitheads who you won’t even fucking talk to on Facebook by the time you’re my age. Oh, and for the record? I’m only twenty-two. I’m speaking from experience, but not that much.”

[embodieshorror-blog]

“ maybe i sometimes say things that are selfish and self-centered, but that’s who i am. ”

the fesh pince of blair. (accepting!)

“Okay…cool,” she replies, in the same tone that a guy who stopped her in Walmart earlier had used when she’d explained to him that yes, she did know what Metal Gear Solid was and no, it didn’t belong to her boyfriend despite being a men’s medium and no, she wasn’t just wearing the shirt because she saw it in Hot Topic and thought it looked cool. 

She actually saw it in Kohl’s and thought it looked cool, but that’s not the point. She’s not just wearing it to garner male attention. She’s liked Metal Gear since playing The Twin Snakes on the Gamecube, and while she’s never going to claim to be an expert on the series or the world’s biggest fan of it- because she’s not, she just thinks it’s a good game- it pisses her off that a guy wearing the same shirt wouldn’t have been asked that same question.

She sighs. 

“No, really. That’s…that’s great, dude. Good for you. To thine own self be true, or whatever. Own that you’re kind of an asshole rather than trying to recognize your own problematic behaviors and change them. It’s very freeing.”