#tw; insecurity

[ajokeformur-ray]

I genuinely believe I am ugly and irredeemable and disgusting and intolerable and stupid and weak and inferior and all those other things. Those words don't always creep up on me and I try to be kind to me when they do, but tonight I'm really REALLY hearing it and it's making me wanna rip my skin off and carve my menstrual acne off my body with a knife and cut my hair short and quit uni and sabotage all my friendships and potential relationship and -

[rhacgal-archived-blog]

headcanon: major discomfort and dislike is to be touched or grabbed by the wrists, not matter in what context or given situation.Unless there is absolute trust, which is very rare, almost nonexistent. Hands equals wings and wings is ultimately everything to him, that excluding bad experiences in the past. 

[illuminiscentboba]

the day leaving messages in ppls inboxes stop scaring or making me feel self conscious/insecure will mark a new me that I must celebrate 😭🤧💛

I have no idea if I’m interacting too much with people sometimes help djdj if I’m spamming or something please let me know so I have a better idea of your boundaries <3

and if your entirely down w spam and me popping by your inbox that would be awesome to know

[distantsongsofjoy]

“ I’m not good enough for you, I get that. ” (ministry!Rhys)

couples & angst .

“ What, “ Rhys exclaimed, a confused frown quickly dropping across his features. “ No. What? I– That’s not… I didn’t say that, “ he told her quickly. A heavy sigh as he rubbed his hands down his face, pulled his fingers through his hair. “ You– You are more than good enough, Amelia. “ He swallowed hard, his chest tight. No, he hadn’t meant that she wasn’t good enough. Not at all. Actually, lately, ever since the dinner with Kai, he had just been feeling the opposite. She was too good for him and he… He was nothing. Nothing compared to Kai, nothing compared to… A lot of other guys. He was small and skinny and nervous.. He carried a lot of baggage and although all of that was being worked on, was improving steadily as he matured in his relationship with Christ, he still didn’t feel like he was good enough for her. Not lately. He used to be confident in their relationship, but meeting Kai, then seeing him at the recital and… It was just getting him down.

“ It’s not you. It– It- it- it’s just… m- me! “ He finally admitted it, throwing his hands in the air and letting them fall to his sides. His gaze quickly averted hers, his chest tight and heart pounding. He swallowed hard, lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes were glossed with fresh tears, though they weren’t quite thick enough to fall. He quickly reached up to rub them away with his fingertips, looking off to the side. Just another thing to add to the list of his embarrassments. He was sensitive and insecure and… Not very… manly. Not really. Not like Kai…

“ I’m… not good enough. For you! “ A sigh. “ A- a- and I know you’re… you’re gonna say that isn’t t- true, but- b- but… I.. just… ca- can’t… I… “ There was that stutter too… He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes for a moment, then tore his shaking fingers back through his hair. He sniffled and tilted his head back, looking up, trying to get the tears to stop, but they just seemed to want to build even more now.

“ I- I- I- I’m… s- s- sorry, I– I just… I just… I… “

[ajokeformur-ray]

Hey bean! I saw that the requests are open for today and I was wondering if I could get a comfort imagine with the Tenth Doctor where the reader is a tad self conscious about her belly despite the fact she's been working out and looks fine and is a healthy size, but also in desperate need of a hug despite not likening human contact. I hope you're having a lovely day ♥️

TW; body insecurities, Ten not respecting people’s boundaries (in a cute way. Just putting it as a warning just in case).

word count: 326 words.

You were in your temporary bedroom in the TARDIS, stood before the mirror. You were fully dressed but one hand had fisted the material of your shirt and pulled, so that your figure was very much obvious. 

You glared at what you saw in the mirror hatefully. The Doctor, who had been watching unnoticed up until this point, swallowed thickly against the sudden lump in his throat. 

He watched, tears in his eyes, as you poked with one finger at your stomach, eyeing the rolls, dimples and ripples in the skin with so much disgust in your face that the Doctor almost didn’t recognise you.

He’d only ever seen such a level of self-loathing in his own reflection and it broke his hearts to see it in yours, too.

“Y/N.”

You jumped. startled, and the Doctor pushed off from the wall, unfolding his arms as he approached you, smoothing your hand out and letting your shirt material fall free, once more hiding your figure.

“Do you really hate yourself so much?” Hs voice was quiet, thoughtful as though he was giving every word equal consideration before he spoke; using his centuries of experience around humans to help where he knew that he could.

You could only nod, unable to look at yourself or the Doctor. You turned, not wanting to look at yourself any longer.

“I’m going to hug you now, so stay still.” Ten warned, his brown eyes gleaming with emotions that the English language had no words for. 

As promised, he stepped towards you and wrapped his pinstriped clad arms around you, his hold tight, warm and reassuring. He held you so gently despite the grip, as though he were afraid that you would fracture like glass under his touch.

You weren’t okay and you wouldn’t be for some time, but you had the Doctor with you so in time - of which there was an abundance at your disposal - you would be.

Tenth Doctor:  @cardboard-box-of-stuff @babyfacedadult @miyakokurono @missingaim

Doctor Who: @ohokaybyethen  @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sanity-is-overratedxp @barefootwitch @miyakokurono @missingaim

[telepathiciism-archive-blog]

you know,

it really surprises me when people say i’m sweet or whatever in here.

no one does that in real life.

so it’s like *what do i say omfg*