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Beard, Click, and Confidence: emotion & body language body language: emotion Shiiting,1idgeting,grinning,L1Cking 11PS anticipation rubbing hands together slack-jawed, fixed gaze, unable to move awe clapping hands, shaking with laughter amusement slapping thighs, throwing head back biting smile back furrowed/lowered brow, flushed face, pointing ander or table, clenched fist/jaw, baring teeth throbbing veins in neck, scowling glaring, eye rolling, pressed lips, sighing annoyance fidgeting, sweating, playing with jewelry quickened breath, dry mouth/swallowing anxiety biting nails, stuttering, biting lip yawning, fridgeting, doodling, tapping feet boredom or shaking leg, playing with pen/pencil/hair lifted chin, head high, puffed chest, back straight, shoulders back, deliberate movement confidence tilted head, furrowed brow, shrugging, squinting confusion lifted chin, smirk, sneer, purse lips contempt emotion & body language body language: emotion twisted lips, twisted smile, half smile, shaking head, rolling eyes cynical one shoulder shrug, playing with hair/ring necklace/earring/earlobe, scratching face/ nose/neck, shuffling, fidgeting, looking down deceptive hesitation in speech, nodding while saying no shaking head while saving ves, licking lips covering/touching mouth crossed arms, hands hidden, keeping object or person between self and percieved threat defensive winking, touching hair or clothing, eye contact, looking up through lashes, arching des1ire dilated pupils, stretching wide-eyed (shocked), narrow-eyed (suspicious) raised brows (shocked),low brow (suspicious), crinkled nose, curled lip, turning away clenched eyes, covering mouth/nose, flinch disqust frown, creased brows, crossed arms, pressed lips, narrowed eyes displeasure fidgeting, rubbing/scratching neck, wide-eyed distress plaving with iewelry, rapid-breathing, fixing sleeves, holding self, trembling blush, stuttering, stammering, unable to embarrassment make eye contact, covering face, holding self, blinking back tears, looking down or at lights rubbing eyes/temples, yawning, staring off slouching, closing eyes, moving slow fatique emotion & body language body language: emotion shrinking back, wide-eyed, hunched shoulders, flinching, shaking/trembling, holding self fear shaking head, pinching bridge of nose frustrationrubing temples, clenching hands grinding/clenching teeth shaking with sobs, staring off, trembling, shuddered breaths, gasping sobs, curling in on self, lashing out/hitting things grief smile, laugh, hum, whistle, dancing, jumping hugging, giggling, crinkled eyes happiness eye contact, open posture, smiling, looking honesty upwards tapping feet, shaking leg, taping fingers impatience twirling pen, nodding quickly, checking time sighing, looking away crossed arms, sneer, narrowed eyes, sour expression, tight 1ips jealousy hands clenched or gripping something overwhelmed wide-eyed, missing time/conversations, palms to forehead, staring off talking fast, leaning forward, nodding, raised brows, wide-eyed, eager, double handed passionate handshake smiling, nudging, teasing, poking, winking goading, giggling, laughing playful emotion & body language body language: emotion head back, parted 1ips, eyes wide or closed, flushing, quick breath/pulse, arch neck/back pleasure chin up, back straight, shoulders back, chest out, firm handshake, open/spread posture pride biting lip, pressed lips, crossed arms dragging feet, pinching bridge of nose reluctance slouched posture, holding self, hesitant, sadness quivering, crying, sobbing, shaking, tremblling tight smile, hiding hands in pockets/crossed arms, looking down/away, covering face secretiveness bury face in hands, looking down/away slumped posture, pressed lips, straight mouth, wet eyes shame eyebrows raised, mouth open, gasp, hands over mouth, freezing, stepping back/away shock dropping objects in hand (s) avoiding eye contact, looking away/down blushing, bending head, keeping distance shyness stepping away, holding self smirk, one raised eyebrow, corners of mouth twitch upwards smugnesS narrowed eyes, furrowed/creased brow, frown tight lips, pressed lips, glance sideways watchful agaze closed eyes, staring off, stroking/touching thoughtfullness neck or jewelry, pinching bridge of nose stroke face/beard, rest chin on hand theonlysaylor: A Writing Cheat Sheet: for linking actions with emotions.  As always, click for HD.
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Dude, Phone, and Target: Hoffma Industries FM Grip & Lighti 21 CEANSIDE hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: This poor dude is waiting for his date for the prom unknowing he is being watched by the crew of a hit TV show The tides coming in, hurry up dude. Tide got him but he’s ok. He’s texting his girl but she’s not showing up. Is she standing him up? His best bud just showed up to help him. Tide is really coming in now, he’s on the phone. Things are getting frantic. Will she arrive in time? We’re gonna give him a round of applause if she says yes and arrives. OH NO! CREW IS ENCOURAGING HIM TO RE-DO HIS WORK. WE’RE SHOUTING “DO IT!” HE IS RE-MAKING THE MESSAGE! I REPEAT! HE IS REMAKING THE MESSAGE! WE HAVE RECIEVED WORD THAT THE GIRL IS ON A TREASURE HUNT IN THE CITY AND THIS IS THE FINAL LOCATION. HIS FRIEND IS STALLING FOR TIME. UPDATE: BEACHGOERS HAVE JOINED IN TO HELP THIS BOY REBUILD HIS MESSAGE TO THE GIRL! HIS FRIEND HAS JOINED IN AS WELL. IT’S ALMOST DONE! THEY MIGHT MAKE IT! THE MESSAGE IS COMPLETED! THE QUESTION IS NOW “WILL SHE SAY YES?” BRO OF THE YEAR JUST BROUGHT A GIRL. I THINK THIS MAY BE IT! I THINK THIS IS IT! SHE’S APPROACHING! YES! THE ANSWER IS YES! OUR CREW IS CHEERING FOR THESE TWO.

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Dude, Phone, and Target: Hoffma Industries FM Grip & Lighti 21 CEANSIDE hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: hollyweeb-blvd: This poor dude is waiting for his date for the prom unknowing he is being watched by the crew of a hit TV show The tides coming in, hurry up dude. Tide got him but he’s ok. He’s texting his girl but she’s not showing up. Is she standing him up? His best bud just showed up to help him. Tide is really coming in now, he’s on the phone. Things are getting frantic. Will she arrive in time? We’re gonna give him a round of applause if she says yes and arrives. OH NO! CREW IS ENCOURAGING HIM TO RE-DO HIS WORK. WE’RE SHOUTING “DO IT!” HE IS RE-MAKING THE MESSAGE! I REPEAT! HE IS REMAKING THE MESSAGE! WE HAVE RECIEVED WORD THAT THE GIRL IS ON A TREASURE HUNT IN THE CITY AND THIS IS THE FINAL LOCATION. HIS FRIEND IS STALLING FOR TIME. UPDATE: BEACHGOERS HAVE JOINED IN TO HELP THIS BOY REBUILD HIS MESSAGE TO THE GIRL! HIS FRIEND HAS JOINED IN AS WELL. IT’S ALMOST DONE! THEY MIGHT MAKE IT! THE MESSAGE IS COMPLETED! THE QUESTION IS NOW “WILL SHE SAY YES?” BRO OF THE YEAR JUST BROUGHT A GIRL. I THINK THIS MAY BE IT! I THINK THIS IS IT! SHE’S APPROACHING! YES! THE ANSWER IS YES! OUR CREW IS CHEERING FOR THESE TWO.

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Crying, Family, and Life: Anonymous said U're probably only wearing a scarf cuz ur hair's ugly... how u gonna prove I'm wrong without breaking the rules of religion hm? thebootydiaries: Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness. A tear streams down my left cheek. Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how would I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll. ‘Rule #1: no killing people,’ it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans. Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.Rule #2: don’t show ur hair girl it’s ugly lmaooooo

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Desperate, Driving, and The Office: forind whasever it wwas that ancd engenough Hor patience, the smile whe has plastered on She talks o heswelf a lot Sikit he's Ascer.py ond yc," worst Adm to a" aw.ppy. She telas terveit Ο ime he neesds. Thst she will enceerage him to keep doing what he's tiven ir she doesn't know what the hell he in doing ter hands grip the Meering wheel. The an is jarring. almost blincling -a ietle too brilliant- as she fhes dows twe awoy. es a at rwo o'clock, and she', υσ ror the A whole week. An eternity if be sends her home in a few hours She has a few things in a bag. but she doesn't know if she will be staying or going. She has no idea what to expect Which works out just fine, beeause living wi r specialty of hers. She tells herself there is nothing ahead, but she doesn't eare too much about what she's left behind either and dhat means she's driving through the middle of some sort c She keeps driving. Eyes straight ahead. Breath tentatively held. The top is down on the Mustang, snd she lts the som poà agai she sits to get so seeping into her. Finally She chalks up her bare arms. The simple, blue jersey dress she wears comes to above her knees, and she has hiked it up as sun on her thighs. Her skin has been cold for so long, but right now the late June heat i lack of shivering to the weather and not to the fact that she is heading there. To him The wind whips her hair. It's longer than it had been when he'd last seen it. It falls just p past her shoulders, and even tugged iw messy ponytail right now, strands lash at her race. Her sunglasses are aviaom, and ier Si need it out here. Of course she won't, but she brings it anyways. Maybe it's just the most tangible she won't, but she hold ornto. She doesn't have much to hold onto these days. What she needs is the air. She is desperate for the thick, hot air that sinks into her. Her eyelids are heavy, lulled by the drive and the surprising lack of traffic The heat is relentless. It is everywh melted and the spring came, sh inside of her. Her gut is still cold. Frigid. Even after the snow Arsenio BahHambug @ArsenioB_Ham 4h Someone at my work (no way to know who) printed out a 300-page Law&Order: SVU fanfic on the office printer. 741.6K 2.6K
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Apparently, Bones, and Bored: THESE GUYS WERE FOUND FIGHTING INSIDE THE SCHOOL. AS A PUNISHMENT FOR FIGHTING, THEY WERE GIVEN A CHOICE. THE OPTIONS? SUSPENSION OR HOLDING HANDS FOR AN HOUR more awesome pictures at THEMETAPICTURE.COM diydrarry: parseltonquinq: dorthyannwrites: justanotherdrarryblog: sprout2012: stoptryingtomakethingshappen: I definitely ship it Could someone please write this???!!! Or imagine DRARRY Has anyone made this a drarry fic or art yet? Please… Please yes someone. Make us the thing. We needs it. Interhouse unity could fuck off was the last thought that went through Harry’s mind when he went to break Malfoy’s perfect nose. He’d had enough, enough sneering, enough taunting, enough cheating during their damn seeker’s games which! Harry was only doing because he was bored and couldn’t play and fuck if Malfoy wasn’t the only one in the school good enough to even keep up. But he was done. He didn’t break his goddamn nose which was a shame, only grazed the prat’s cheek and got him once in the stomach which made Malfoy wheeze in a very satisfying manner. Before he cracked the back of his head into Harry’s jaw and tried to punch Harry back, missing and hitting his ear, which Harry learned was intensely painful. They had ended up in a tangled heap of rage on the floor, eventually separated by an irate Headmistress McGonagall who informed them that they had two choices, two weeks of detentions with Filch or they could hold hands for an hour. Harry was very tempted to take the detention but the look of inordinate glee on Finch’s face changed his mind. Apparently, it had the same effect on Malfoy because now they were stuck, side by side in two chairs in the middle of the Great Hall, holding hands. A great many of their classmates were gathered around gleefully watching. Seamus was already taking bets on if they could last the hour. Most of the bets were on how they would snap and end up viciously assaulting each other. Harry took a deep breath and refused to look at anyone. It was just an hour. He could manage an hour. Malfoy was even being decent for once, covering his face with his hand and staying still and silent, just waiting for the storm of humiliation to pass overhead. Five minutes passed, then ten, fifteen and then twenty and nothing happened. A lot of the crowd dispersed, muttering and bored, leaving only the dedicated few who had money riding on the outcome. Harry dropped his head into the crook of his elbow wishing he could take a nap or even study, he’d have rather done almost anything than hold Malfoy’s hand. In the dark of his arm, his senses gently refocused, on his breathing and the gentle thrum of his own heart and then on Malfoy’s hand. It was strange how easy it was to hold the other bloke’s hand. For some reason, he had been expecting it to be unpleasant, slimy or sweaty or just, something but it was almost… nice. Malfoy’s hand was smooth and cool and his fingers were long and well shaped. Harry startled as he realized he had shifted his grip to lace their fingers together. He felt Malfoy stiffen and go still. Harry lifted his head and glanced out of the corner of his eye at the other boy. He hadn’t moved but his breathing seemed uneven. Harry’s own heart seemed to be beating too fast suddenly and he felt almost shaky. He closed his eyes again, a thrum of anxiety slipping under his skin. His hand loosened and slipped down so he could run his thumb across the inside of Malfoy’s wrist. He traced the prominent bones, the warmer skin that was almost silky across the pad of his thumb. He swallowed hard feeling like he was going barmy and unable to stop himself. Malfoy’s fingers tightened around his. Harry jumped as he felt Malfoy squeeze, pulling their hands tight together, his thumb sliding along the outside of Harry’s finger, tracing the web between his thumb, their thumbs meeting and then Malfoy’s thumb traced across his palm. Harry’s head jerked up and he stared at Malfoy, his whole body tensed and flushed. Malfoy’s hair swung down to cover his eyes but Harry could see the flush of color on his cheeks. He squeezed Malfoy’s hand tight, his fingers shaking with adrenaline. Malfoy finally broke from covering his face, looked over at Harry with eyes dilated and bit his bottom lip making it bloom pink. Harry’s breath caught in his throat and he licked his lips. “Fuck you, Potter,” Malfoy growled, gripping Harry’s hand so tight it hurt. He stood, jerking Harry up, clasping a hand behind his neck and pulling him into a bruising kiss. Harry shuddered his hand clutching Malfoy’s robe. The scent of Malfoy filling his nose, strange and yet unbearably familiar. Malfoy was warm under his hand. “Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus,” Malfoy hissed as he pulled away. Harry stared into grey eyes, licked his lips and slid his arm tight around Malfoy’s waist, pulling him tight against himself and kissing him back with a hungry desperation. “Well, that isn’t quite how I imagined that working out,” McGonagall said gravely. Harry jumped and pulled away suddenly and acutely aware of all the students around them, staring in open-mouthed shock. He felt his face get hot with embarrassment. Malfoy smirked and lifted their linked hands, “We haven’t let go.” Hermione nudged Seamus, “Pay up.” Oh my god I never knew how desperately I needed this This is literally one of the best things ever in my life ever ever
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