joy !

#𝗝𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗖𝗟𝗟 — independent . sfw . selective . crossover friendly . as loved by vi .

JOY from PIXAR'S INSIDE OUT .

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ JOY is not in things; it is in US . a study in : love . self-compassion . never giving up . ambition . following your dreams ! family . friendship . finding the silver lining . living life to the fullest . seeking out the bright side . practicing mindfulness . — & . choosing joy .

❝  oh ! hey , anger — d'ya think you could wait up a minute? ❞ she asked , tapping the red emotion on the shoulder. ❝  i just wanted to thank you for yesterday. or , yknow , now the day-before-yesterday — apples , bananas ; potato patat-o - ❞ she snickered and shook her head. ❝  but i really mean it. riley would be lost without you. ❞

talking to the caretaker ! / accepting !

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ oh , joy had always imagined what it would be like to give riley the biggest , warmest , tightest hug her arms could give her ! her sense of self was as close as joy had ever gotten , and she had poured ALL of her love for riley into holding that beautiful , bright little blossom that was riley.

out and about in riley's world , joy wasn't particularly big . ( the height of her girl's hand at most . ) still , joy didn't hesitate to leap up into riley's nightstand and then right into riley's ams , hugging her as tightly as joy's little arms could allow her to and more !

talking to the caretaker ! / accepting !

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ joy's smile grew soft . now that the two had gotten time to actually work together , joy was FINALLY starting to understand anxiety's ups and downs . joy put a glowing hand on the orange emotion's shoulders and squeezed it lightly .

poetry memes ! / accepting !

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ anger could sure say THAT again . joy didn't know a whole lot about algebra , but even she could agree that it wasn't exactly the most imaginative class . still , she was not particularly fond of that headline : " ALGEBRA I : THE WORST CLASS EVER ! " .

fingers curled atop the console as the other emotions bickered and commented on the state of the class , the teacher who wasn't making math any sort of fun , and the hypothetical fear that they'd end up getting textbook equations for homework three days in a row . ugh — worrying about all of it just wouldn't do !

surely there had to be a way to spice things up a bit . . . buttons lit up and levers whizzed and headquarter's quarterly day-dream shipment bumped with a soft fwoosh and plop onto the landing of the back-of-house .