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🎼 I can sense it
Something important
Is about to happen
It's coming up

It takes courage to enjoy it
The hardcore and the gentle

🎧 youtu.be/wHuXpWSNa-8?...

Big Time Sensuality

#lyricsMatter
#Björk ❤️

#gentle #courage #sensuality

#photographycommunity #BWFri

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It’s #Friday folks!

Have the best #weekend you can.

You know the drill:

Be #kind
Be #gentle
Be #true
Be like #bees

Be wondering to yourself: if most #people just want to get on with life, doing their best to get by in #peace, do the constant wars represent the ethos and wishes of most people?

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a modest addition
gentle nudge towards peace
serotonin pill

#OurPoetryX #gentle #poetry #writing #haiku #mentalillness #depression

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It was not long before Austin believed that his generation was not supposed to know—how did his father phrase it in his letter? “. . . the exquisite pain of love, the sweet softness, and gentle touch of a woman, the gloriousness of her . . ."

#WIPSnips #TheFireSlayers series
#gentle
📚💙

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"You got to be #gentle with these babies..." Cosmo held the urn that contained a baby bird demon.
"How can one baby knock out a crowd?" Tharra said.
"You'd be surprised. But I do need back up in case..." Cosmo put the urn down in front of the gate. "Though I do miss the base brawls." #WIPSnips

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Though he did not resist them, his gloved handlers did not go out of their way to be GENTLE and neither did he exert himself by lifting a limb to accept the bonds. Instead, he concentrated on managing his fear.
He could smell it seeping from his own pores, a different sensation now that he was beyond the shame of his sentencing and alone with the terrifying imminence of the ordeal.
The bindings tightened with a tick, tick, ticking sound, crushing him against the stone.

Siege of the Spirit 

White text on a background of darkened interior of dead tree.

Though he did not resist them, his gloved handlers did not go out of their way to be GENTLE and neither did he exert himself by lifting a limb to accept the bonds. Instead, he concentrated on managing his fear. He could smell it seeping from his own pores, a different sensation now that he was beyond the shame of his sentencing and alone with the terrifying imminence of the ordeal. The bindings tightened with a tick, tick, ticking sound, crushing him against the stone. Siege of the Spirit White text on a background of darkened interior of dead tree.

Face what must be faced.

- From Siege of the Spirit

#WIPSnips #gentle #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIP #fantasy #darkfantasy

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I begged of thee to #clarify
be you #true, my #gentle heart?
your answer laid #flat
sans any #enchant
meh
you were sketchy from the start

#2wordprompt
#WIPSnips
#emoetry
#inkmine

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some of us will be lucky to go gently.
some will try to bring us back.

#WIPSnips #gentle #SFFH #writingcommunity #writingprompts

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White text on a black background.

I know I can't do anything. My life is in his hands. The mirror is my control. My safety. My self.
He's taken it. I need it back.
"Red..."
"Give me your arm," he says. His voice is soft, so low I can barely hear it, but it's firm. It's an order. I have no choice but to follow it. I need my mirror back. I'll do anything he asks, so long as he gives it back.
I give him my arm. Red stretches towards the
end of my bed, where his jacket is hanging, and he drags it back towards me, pressing the thick cloth into my arm. I close my eyes and focus on the pain, the gentle ocean of burning that comes with drying off blood. If you focus on one kind of pain, it blocks out everything else, all the other wounds, the gaping absence of my mirror.
He gets up. I get up to follow him.
"Clem, just sit down. I'm getting the first aid
kit."
I sit down, my chest pounding, my lungs heaving. Give it back. He has to give it back. He will give it back. I'll take it back, if I have to. I just have to wait.

White text on a black background. I know I can't do anything. My life is in his hands. The mirror is my control. My safety. My self. He's taken it. I need it back. "Red..." "Give me your arm," he says. His voice is soft, so low I can barely hear it, but it's firm. It's an order. I have no choice but to follow it. I need my mirror back. I'll do anything he asks, so long as he gives it back. I give him my arm. Red stretches towards the end of my bed, where his jacket is hanging, and he drags it back towards me, pressing the thick cloth into my arm. I close my eyes and focus on the pain, the gentle ocean of burning that comes with drying off blood. If you focus on one kind of pain, it blocks out everything else, all the other wounds, the gaping absence of my mirror. He gets up. I get up to follow him. "Clem, just sit down. I'm getting the first aid kit." I sit down, my chest pounding, my lungs heaving. Give it back. He has to give it back. He will give it back. I'll take it back, if I have to. I just have to wait.

The #WIPsnips word for today is #gentle. It shows up twice, and both times are a little graphic (ironically). This scene shows the extent of Cainen’s addiction to self harm (obviously not in a gory way, but the reactions/behavior around it).

#queer #trans #horror #fiction #sh #ya #mentalillness

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Lani lived in a world that was entirely different from the one in which he’d grown up. Luke was thrilled to walk through it at her side, although, sometimes, she unintentionally embarrassed him. When he reached for the coffee creamer at a restaurant, she gently explained to him that creamer wasn’t the same as milk; it was an artificial product made from oil and sugar. In the Ikeda family’s refrigerator was a block of New Zealand butter on a ceramic plate, unlike the Blue Bonnet margarine in a plastic butter dish in his parents’ fridge. He’d also learned from her that the individually-wrapped cheese slices he’d grown up eating weren’t cheese at all.

Lani lived in a world that was entirely different from the one in which he’d grown up. Luke was thrilled to walk through it at her side, although, sometimes, she unintentionally embarrassed him. When he reached for the coffee creamer at a restaurant, she gently explained to him that creamer wasn’t the same as milk; it was an artificial product made from oil and sugar. In the Ikeda family’s refrigerator was a block of New Zealand butter on a ceramic plate, unlike the Blue Bonnet margarine in a plastic butter dish in his parents’ fridge. He’d also learned from her that the individually-wrapped cheese slices he’d grown up eating weren’t cheese at all.

Luke grew up in a family that was only one generation from a Kalihi chicken farm and two generations from the sugar plantations. He has a lot to learn from his more cultured Hawaii girlfriend. #WIPsnips #gentle #writesky #literaryfiction

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The wind picked up considerably.There was usually a #gentle breeze that blew through this cave. If she were outside of the mountain, she would think a #tempest was blowing in. What even created the wind & weather in here? Those would have to be pretty big openings … & exits.
#vss365 #WIPSnips

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Ye shall #profit not through the #tempest of fools
for a #true #vibrant #mood uses love as it's fuel
#clarify your needs in a calm #gentle way
watch the #fronds of friendship bloom through your days

#vssdaily
#vss365
#2wordprompt
#inkmine
#WIPSnips
#vssmagic

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That evening, they consumed the grilled venison tenderloins and backstraps, punctuated by mouthfuls of bitter dandelion greens and bland but juicy chickweed. Whitaker ate little, then crawled back into his tent, his snores wafting out while the sky grew purple with evening light.
Marsyas simmered a rich bone broth in the big cookpot on the embers. Janica sat finger weaving gear straps by the firelight. Rewind scowled into the flames, fiddling with his multitool.
Gentle sprinkles came and went, never quite turning into real rain.

That evening, they consumed the grilled venison tenderloins and backstraps, punctuated by mouthfuls of bitter dandelion greens and bland but juicy chickweed. Whitaker ate little, then crawled back into his tent, his snores wafting out while the sky grew purple with evening light. Marsyas simmered a rich bone broth in the big cookpot on the embers. Janica sat finger weaving gear straps by the firelight. Rewind scowled into the flames, fiddling with his multitool. Gentle sprinkles came and went, never quite turning into real rain.

cozy post post apocalyptic

#WIPsnips #gentle

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#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #gentle

Communion with an emerald prior to the Work.

From Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.

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#wip #wipsnips
con't >>

He notices her trembling fingers. "How are you feeling?" His tone is #gentle. "Did they hurt you? If so, you have a right to lay charges against them and I will see that they are made accountable for their actions."

His concern undoes her.

con't >>

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#gentle from The Runechildren, Book Six of the Lonely Ship Saga.

Husk's command team are getting ready to give a speech to the revolution, and Captain Marcus is nervous.

(Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/)

#writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

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I love gentle touches ✨

#nsfwsky#nsfw#tease ♡ #18+ ♡ #spicysky#goonsky#lewd#nsfwacc#realnsfw#erotic#aesthetic#hands#softly#gentle#touch#me#myself#mine

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A wet start to the day, the air thick with moisture. But the breeze is warm as the rain shifts softly between mist and drizzle, launching tiny rainbows from the streetlamps. The tiny drops collect and finally echo off tin roofs and puddles, singing a quiet song of renewal. Spring is coming. Here’s some more (US) morning mellow.

A wet start to the day, the air thick with moisture. But the breeze is warm as the rain shifts softly between mist and drizzle, launching tiny rainbows from the streetlamps. The tiny drops collect and finally echo off tin roofs and puddles, singing a quiet song of renewal. Spring is coming. Here’s some more (US) morning mellow.

#MorningMellow

anthéne & Far away Nebraska - meet me in saskatchewan
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Full story in the alt text. #NMM #Day930 #ambient #delicate #gentle #longing

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Two friends together; an artistic portrait

Two friends together; an artistic portrait

Friends @emerikamodel.bsky.social and @irynaberdnyk.bsky.social

#portrait #fineartphotography #porträt #portraitphotography #portraiture #friends #friendship #gentle #fineartnude #artnude

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Casual doesn’t mean careless—it means confident in your flow. #casuallyyours #selfcare #gentle #selfimprovement

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A woman with her arms extended in trust

A woman with her arms extended in trust

Gently, unedited sunlight
#fineartnude #artnude #leica #artisticnude #blackandwhite #fineartphotography #trust #akt
#monochrome #noiretblanc #blackandwhitephotography #schwarzweiß #gentle

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A #gentle end
my #well #worn #path
no longer #afflicted
truth unrestricted
raise a #glass to lesson's learned
break no #bread w/ bridges burned
no #overcast the day I die
w/ a #spring in my step
I'll #dart thru the sky

#inkmine
#OurPoetryX
#emoetry
#thingstowriteabout
#vssmagic
#vss365
#WIPSnips

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#InkMine
#gentle

A breeze at sunrise
A child’s carefree hug
A familiar song
A charming painting

Gentle forever
Heartfelt occasions

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#Spring sprung into summer in an #artful #maneuver after the #gentle #yield of winter, the weather now to #beguile me with heat and UV

No more pollen at least, and the magpies are growing up fast, everything alive and aplenty

#inkMine

Also, I shuddered misspelling manoeuvre - soz not soz 😁

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gentle spring - still
no reason to partake
in society

#InkMine #gentle #spring
#vss365 #partake
#Senryu #micropoetry #micropoem

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'There's a lot we can learn from rocks', says Peg. Rock replies in Rockspeak. 'Exactly, K'la-fur-ut!' Peg answers.

'There's a lot we can learn from rocks', says Peg. Rock replies in Rockspeak. 'Exactly, K'la-fur-ut!' Peg answers.

Episode 12 (Page 6)

mysticwoodsfurber.wordpress.com/2026/03/10/e...

#shortstories #gentle #wholesome

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