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So I kinda wrote the first thing I’ve written in years and it turned into (non-romantic) takamui in which Kamui is a little shit and decides to disturb Sugi while he sleeps, then makes a habit of it.

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growing-mangoetree asked:

Hello :) Could you maybe post a (before/after?) photo of your stretch marks? I have many and they're realle demotivating me and they are basically the only reason I can't get myself to start losing weight...I am scared that I'll never look good. Maybe you can show me what they can look like after a while? I hope you are fine!

I don’t have a close up before picture but you can kind of see them on my “famous” before picture. I had very bright red ones on my stomach/hips. And I have them basically everywhere. And I still do! They are very light and white now but I will always have them and I don’t mind them.

Keep this in mind: even my boyfriend, who is 5’9” and weighs like 130lbs, has stretch marks on his hips from growing.

Everybody has em and they’re perfectly fine and normal :)

anonymous asked:

Can I have the first years reacting and comforting their s/o who went blind?

Sure thing, dear. I’m going to write this as though they were in some kind of accident, I hope that’s what you had in mind!

Hinata entered the hospital room cautiously. “Hi.” He said, as softly as he could manage. His heart was breaking to see his s/o sitting there, all bandaged up and hooked up to IVs. Their mother had warned him on the phone, but he still wasn’t expecting this. “Sh-Shouyou?” They turned their head in his general direction, lifting a hand towards him. He leaped forward and grabbed it, squeezing it as he pressed kisses to their face. “I’m so sorry.” He kept repeating, trying to look into their eyes that, for the first time since he’d known them, didn’t sparkle back at him. He pressed his face into their neck, careful of their bandages. “I love you.” He murmured. “I love you so much, and I’m going to be here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone.” He promised, determination they couldn’t see alight in his eyes. The grateful pressure of their hand in his was all the thanks he needed.

Kageyama was visiting his s/o for the first time since the accident. Their mother stood beside him, and the dejected look on their face was the only thing that kept him from turning and fleeing the room. “Sweetie,” their mother spoke up, “Kageyama is here to see you.” They turned their head in the direction of their mother’s voice. She gave him a gentle nudge and he stumbled a few steps forward to stand beside them. “How - how are you feeling?” He asked hesitantly, gently taking their hand. Their fingers immediately curled around his. They shrugged. “As well as can be expected.” They sighed. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, almost grateful that they couldn’t see the pain and uncertainty in his eyes. “I wish-” He stopped. Wishing was useless. “I’m not going anywhere.” He said instead. “I’m going to be here. Whenever you need me. And I’ll do whatever you need. I’ll be your eyes. You can count on me.” He leaned down to press a tender kiss to their forehead, missing the small, small smile that flickered across their face.

Tsukishima was frozen. He stood in the doorway of the hospital room, and his s/o’s gaze was blank, directed towards him but not seeing him. He finally released the breath he’d been holding in and slowly stepped towards them. “Oi.” He reached for their hand, cringing when they jumped slightly at the sudden voice and touch. “I’m here, okay?” They closed their eyes, nodding slowly as he reached out to carefully brush a piece of hair off of their cheek. “Everything is strange.” They spoke softly. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this. I don’t know if I can.” He squeezed their hand tighter. “You can. I know it’s hard, but… I know you. You’re the most stubborn person I know.” The corner of their mouth lifted slightly at that. “So I know you’ll get through this. We’ll get through this.” He brushed his thumb across their cheek before leaning in for a quick kiss. 

Yamaguchi wished he could turn back time and prevent this horrible accident from happening to his partner. “I just want to see again.” They muttered, eyes filling with frustrated tears. “I didn’t ask for this.” “I know.” He squeezed their hand comfortingly. “I know.” He repeated in a whisper. “But, you know what?” They turned their face in his direction. “We’ll work through this together. Just like everything else. It’ll take time but I have all the time in the world for you.” He kissed their cheek. “Whatever you need, I’m here.”

anonymous asked:

What is it about DGD that makes you love them so much? I hope you don't mind me asking I just enjoy hearing fans reasons :)

Thanks for asking this question! :)
I love them because they have always had a unique sound compared to other bands with screamers. Other bands tend to stay with the same sound whereas DGD changes up theirs with every album they have put out (regardless of the countless singers they have gone through). They manage to figure out a sound that works well with the singer(s) they have/had. They are awesome dudes and they always interact with their fans and listen to what they have to say about the band and the music they put out and try to please us the best they can. Dance Gavin Dance is an awesome band and always will be in my opinion!

This was posted on Animotion during season 5 by Maxine Walker. I just love it and I just had to post it. I hope you don’t mind. Maxine you did good! You made me fall in love with the song. I wish I could be just as creative. I hope you make more.

I don’t care what RIB placed on paper and what finally ended up on screen, Samcedes will always be my endgame.

Chapter 10 - Epilogue

They sat together looking at holiday destinations. They were going somewhere warm for the winter. He had made his movie and they were still riding high on the success.

He turned to her ‘Where would you like to go, I know, how about Australia?’

A memory came to her mind of a thing she once had with a guy there, what was his name? She shrugged off the thought, but hoped he’d found the happiness that she had found.

'Hmmm…. Better still, I've always wanted to see Dubai'

anonymous asked:

When I was in high school, we had a swimming section of P.E. and one of my then-friends laughed at me and said I had really saggy boobs. I think about that a lot and it still hurts.

you can thank society for that one.  the perfect-sized-perpetually-perky boob is held up as the example of what all boobs look like. i mean sure there’s some out there, but the majority of us do not posses ones like that! plus, there sure as heck isn’t anything wrong with any of them. i hope you can put that cruel message from your not-friend out of your mind, and replace with it some body positive thoughts. *warm hugs*

Part of being fairly popular was that you always had contacts. There was always someone who knew someone else—- and so on. When had first seen this blogger - Louis, that was his name - and his videos about parties, his first reaction was to think “How dare he?!”. But now, he had another thought in mind.

And now he was calling over skype to a blogger that - his inflated ego hoped - had at least heard of him.

“Hey, what’s up. Uh… This is Abel, fashion blogger. I’ve seen your latest video— never heard of that place before.”

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as soon as i read florist asahi i was hooked ( ´ิ(ꈊ) ´ิ)

and bonus image of layers 4 and 5 when i accidentally turned on the visibility of both