Tenderness - Tumblr Posts
Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.
Katherine Henson (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
hi :) i love your blog so very much. i can’t sleep and im feeling horrifically anxious and i was wondering if you have any words that i can use to wrap myself around. anything that feels like being held ♡
Callista Buchen, “Taking Care”
Pat Schneider, “The Patience of Ordinary Things”
Kim Hye Rim
“Come, let’s stand by the window and look out / at the light on the field. / Let’s watch how / the clouds cover the the sun and almost nothing / stirs in the grass.”
Danusha Laméris, The Moons of August; “Thinking”
Heather Christle, “Then We Are in Agreement”
Holly Warburton
Ross Gay, from The Book of Delights
Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
Bernadette Mayer, from The Way to Keep Going in Antarctica
Ben McLaughlin, The Train
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Joy Harjo, from “For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet”
Prompt 130
In place of August Eighteenth, Promptapalooza 11/ Geralt sometimes teases Jaskier for his clothing, but he doesn't dislike Jaskier's clothes. He loves how his bard dresses, because it's what makes his bard happy. Jaskier isn't Jaskier without his bright colors, sequins, ribbons, and laces. And it's not like he isn't still beautiful in those clothes. Sometimes Jaskier picks out something that accentuates how gorgeous he is, something that brings out his eyes or fits nicely on his chest, so on and so forth. Sure, there are a few... odd... choices in his wardrobe, and sure not ALL of Geralt's comments are in jest, he does thing that one jacket is a disgrace to the fabric used to make it, but it's not like he'll burn it or anything. But what nobody knows, is that deep down, Geralt's favorite clothes to see his bard wear are his sleepclothes. His underthings. Not because of how it shows off his body, not because of the implications, no. Because of the trust. The comfort. The safety. When his bard is dressed in something loose and soft for sleep, his hair ruffled, and his makeup washed off. That's when Geralt loves to see him most. He just wants to bundle him up in a blanket and hold him close to him. He wants to kiss Jaskier's sleepy face and talk about how great he did that day. Thank you for staying with me, thank you for playing songs, thank you for loving me.
JJ PETERKA (1), assisted by JACK QUINN (1) and H. Jokiharju (1) | BUF@PIT ∟ for @kniesout 🌻💙
rage and tenderness existing simultaneously in the same body👄
No, I don’t care that you’re messy and loud and sometimes annoying. I love you anyhow. Come over tonight. I will cook for you in the kitchen—it’s green tiles and the sun that peaks in through the windows. Come as you are. Leave your hair messy and your skin blank and your body cloaked in plain clothing. I find you most beautiful in that state—natural, beating, tender, alive. I will make us soup in my cleanest pot. It will be steaming and hot, but not too hot that it burns. I will love you enough for it to always keep you warm, but never in such a way that it hurts.
「 Tenderness of blue sky and cosmos 」
something so intimate about handmade stuff, handmade bread, handmade presents, or handwritten letters, in general intimacy and tenderness are stored in hands, in holding hands and playing with each other's fingers, warming each other's hands...
Main Dishes - My Mother's Swiss Steak Chewy but flavorful beef round steak achieves tenderness when pounded with seasoned flour and gently simmered in a tomato sauce with green bell peppers.
Hair care
Author's note: Here comes my first Percabeth fanfic, a fluffy little showverse story, because I haven't read the books yet. I think Annabeth needs a little pampering and Percy is there to do it.
I'm white, so forgive me if I got the hair care for black girls wrong, all I know about that is from Youtube Videos.
Hair Care
Percy had just taken a much needed shower after returning to camp from his quest to find the lightning bolt. He was on his way back to the Poseidon cabin when he ran into Annabeth who was on her way to the camp showers. Percy stopped in his tracks and couldn’t help but stare.
Annabeth had unbraided her hair which totally changed her appearance. Her hair was all over her head in a wild mess. To him it looked like a halo or a gigantic crown.
“Shut your mouth, seaweed-brain or you’ll start drooling when you’re awake, too.”
Only now did Percy realize that he had been staring open-mouthed at Annabeth. He took her advice and quickly shut his mouth, only to open it again a moment later to say something.
“You look... different.”
“I unbraided my hair so I can wash it,” Annabeth said with an eye-roll.
“I didn’t realize your hair looks like this naturally.”
Percy felt really dumb, but that wasn’t unusual in Annabeth’ company.
“What, messy and filthy?” she asked aggressively.
“No! No, that’s not... I swear I didn’t mean that!” Percy stuttered, slightly panicked. “There’s just... so much of it. It looks fluffy.”
“Fluffy?” Annabeth asked, raising an eyebrow. “What am I, a rabbit?”
But she sounded amused, not angry, so Percy assumed he hadn’t offended her.
Percy laughed. “No, you don’t give rabbit vibes. I think you’d be something more impressive. And smarter of course. An owl maybe, with being Athena’s daughter and all.”
“And you’d be a monkey. One of those tiny ones, maybe a lemur. Loud, annoying, silly, but somehow you not only get away with it, but people even bring you treats,” Annabeth said.
“I don’t know if this was an insult or a compliment.”
“A bit of both, I guess.”
Percy didn’t know what else to say, but also didn’t want to just go away. During the last week he and Annabeth had nearly always been together and he had a feeling that he would feel lonely without her in the big, empty Poseidon cabin.
“Speaking of treats. I still have some of the candies my mother gave me before I left for camp. She works at a candy shop and gets to take home free samples sometimes. Want to come over and share them with me after your shower? Maybe we could borrow a laptop from someone and watch a movie.”
Percy saw Annabeth visibly hesitating.
“I’d really like that, but it’ll take a while for me to be done in the showers and I’m pretty tired. I guess I would just fall asleep 5 minutes into the movie.”
Percy was surprised at that. He had only taken 10 minutes in the shower even though he needed to wash off a week’s dirt. He hadn’t thought Annabeth was the high maintenance type of girl who took forever in the bathroom. Considering that Percy had had enough near death experiences over the past week he decided not to voice his thoughts. But apparently that wasn’t necessary. Either his facial expression had given him away or Annabeth could read his mind.
The girl rolled her eyes. “My hair needs a lot more work to not look like a mess then yours, seaweed-brain. Getting the tangles out takes forever and needs more than just shampoo.”
“Oh.”
Should he have known that? Was it dumb or insensitive of him not to know that?
“I could help,” he offered spontaneously. “With the hair, not with the shower!” he quickly clarified, blushing.
After everything Annabeth had done for him he really wanted to give something back. And he was somehow fascinated with the way her hair looked unbraided and really wanted to know how it felt to touch it.
“You want to come with me into the girls restrooms?” she asked.
“No, you could just come to my cabin after your shower.”
“Do you have a sink in your cabin?” Annabeth asked.
Now it was Percy’s turn to give Annabeth an eye-roll, a deeply satisfying experience.
“I’m the son of Poseidon, wise-girl. I don’t need a sink, I can just get a bucket of water and make the water move like with a shower-head.”
“Really?” Annabeth asked, sounding impressed. She was impressed by him!
Percy shrugged. “I practiced a little when I was alone in the cabin and couldn’t sleep.”
“Okay, I’ll humor you and let you give me a demonstration. But no sea water. That will only make it worse.”
Percy got the bucket he had for his water experiments from his cabin and filled it with warm water in the boys shower. Annabeth arrived at his cabin only a few minutes later. She had changed her clothes, but her hair was dry, meaning she apparently hadn’t started with whatever washing routine she had.
“Okay, I have the water and I know how to use shampoo, but apart from that I’m pretty lost, so I’ll need a bit of help,” Percy admitted.
Annabeth nodded. She had lived in a cabin with siblings of both sexes and from different ethnicities for five years now (apparently her mother didn’t have a type), so she knew that hair care was much easier for white kids, especially for boys.
“Okay, so, my hair needs a lot of moisture. I actually start with a conditioner and a lot of water and then slowly detangle my hair, first with my fingers, then with a tangle teaser brush. Then I use shampoo, then conditioner again and in the end I put oil in my hair and leave it in.”
Percy nodded. “Doesn’t sound too difficult.
Annabeth laughed. “You won’t repeat that after you have started getting the tangles out.”
“Okay, I thought you could just sit in a chair, I stand behind you and put the water bucket next to us.”
“Sounds good to me,” Annabeth said.
Annabeth sat down and Percy stood behind the chair and let the water come out of the basket in a little fountain that went to Annabeth head and then back into the basket and up again in a circuit.
Annabeth looked impressed. “You really have practiced a lot.”
Percy shrugged. “Not really. It didn’t take long for me to get it right. Anything with water comes naturally to me. Would you like a blanket or something for your neck to be more comfortable?”
Annabeth looked surprised to be asked that, but nodded. “That would be nice, thank you.”
Percy rolled the blanket from his bed and put it at the back of the chair so Annabeth could lean back comfortably. He gently put his hands on her hair and guided it to get it soaked with water. It really was fluffy. When Annabeth’ hair was thoroughly wet which took surprisingly long Percy took the conditioner Annabeth had brought with her and gently started untangling Annabeth hair. She had been right, it really wasn’t that easy to detangle the thick strands, but Percy didn’t mind. He started at the neck and gently untangled Annabeth’ hair strand for strand. Then he carefully brushed her hair out. Then he put shampoo in his hands and gently lathered Annabeth’ hair with it. Now he could easily get through her locks with his fingers. He made sure that the shampoo got everywhere, gently massaging Annabeth scalp while foaming the shampoo. Annabeth had closed her eyes during the detangling and was now leaning back in the chair to give Percy better access. Her face didn’t have her usual cool and aloof expression, she looked emotional and to Percy’s surprise a tear escaped her. Annabeth had apparently noticed that, too and tensed. Percy, who had gotten good at fast reactions, let a bit of water run down Annabeth’ cheeks.
“Sorry,” Percy mumbled, making it look like an accident.
“It’s okay,” Annabeth said and relaxed again, now that she didn’t have to worry about controlling her reactions to the tender care anymore.
Now it was Percy who had to control himself when he realized how foreign tenderness must be to Annabeth. He took a deep breath to control his sudden anger at Annabeth’ family and concentrated on the task at hand. In this moment he swore to himself to give Annabeth as much affection as possible whenever he got a chance.
Percy washed away the shampoo with water before stopping his make-shift fountain and then put conditioner in Annabeth hair again, spreading it thoroughly. Then he applied the oil and rubbed Annabeth’ hair with the towel until it wasn’t dripping anymore.
Annabeth stood up and faced Percy, looking insecure and almost shy, what was so strange for her.
“Thank you, Percy.”
Percy smiled. “You’re welcome. If you want to, I can always do your hair when we are at camp. You can teach me how to braid, if you want.”
“You’d do that?” Annabeth asked, surprised,
Percy nodded and hoped that it didn’t look too eager. He really loved going through Annabeth hair with his fingers and he enjoyed being able to spend time alone with her.
“Yes, I’d like that.”
Body landscape - 2008
© Denis Garnier
And sometimes I cannot find enough flowers
To build myself suitable armor
When I see snowflakes blown on deer steps
Locked in a snowy window, hair blown away
All softness blown away, tenderness remains.
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Locked In A Snowy Window (March 19, 2019)
by ©️sophia D. S. wright
Digital mixed media
Original 5050x5050px
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All reproduction rights are retained by ©️sophia D. S. wright.
Initially, one flower only.
A strange one, always daydreaming,
Casting love spells …
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Tenderness (September 12, 2020)
by ©️ sophiE D. S. wright alias MâOphélie
Digital mixed media
Composed on iPadPro
With Procreate
Original 5050x5050px
needed something soft
¡Buenos días! Tu vienes con café, yo sólo con buenos pensamientos y muchos besos con cola! ☕☺️🤗🥰💕
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Good morning! You come with coffee, I only with good thoughts and many tail kisses! 💋💋🤗