and in my mind it was much better

5

‘’I’m still learning to love my body. It’s a daily thing, and I don’t think you ever learn at one point in your life, and then it’s fixed forever. Your body changes, you change. It’s just a matter of how much you’re working on yourself. I make sure that I put my mental and physical health before work. That is what keeps me in a good state of mind. Physical health is something that is important to me, because it keeps my body in shape, and not from a vein kind of standpoint. It just keeps my organs and my muscles working well. I don’t get sick as much. I eat very clean. It’s just things that, when you’re in a good place, you learn how to deal with those moments of insecurities better.’’

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm the anxious anon from yesterday who talked about results day. I followed your advice and went over to my friend's house, ate nice snacks and played video games. I instantly felt a lot better! Also, I received my results today and although initially nervous, I collected my envelope with my Mum and I got two B grades with an A and B for my coursework! Thank you so much for your words and keep being an amazing friend in the studyblr community! :)

Hello again!! I’m so excited that you came back :-) That is so fantastic to hear, I’m really pleased you did something fun instead of letting your mind run wild with negative thoughts. What amazing results, I’m really proud and hope you are too! I’m so happy things worked out for you! It is always natural to feel stressed but hopefully you’ve now got a solution for relaxing when it comes to results. Thank you so much for being lovely. It is the absolutely wonderful and encouraging messages like these which keep me going! Hope you have a fun day celebrating your results xxx

anonymous asked:

Since he's another sans (I think, I'm not sure) Error must think he's a glitch, right? Or have they never crossed paths?

Paper Crane isn’t a Sans, he’s his own individual, just like Error, Ink, Dream, Nightmare and Fresh, but Error wouldn’t mind him much as he technically destroy AU. But they better not cross path tho.

It’s the enemy of my enemy is my friend type of deal.

anonymous asked:

hi! i know this might be a little controversial but i had to ask anyways, do you think it is appropriate to put ethnic hairstyles on white sims ( or white passing sims, as not everyone gives their sims exact backstories )? i personally wouldnt do it but since i am not a black person i thought it would be best to ask since i've seen others do it?

Oowee, let me start by saying that everyone has their own opinions/views. What I say here is my own view.

I better not get any nonsense for this, y'all.

My answer: I don’t care (that much) and I’ve come across this very thing with some of my cc. The stuff I make is with soc in mind, but if it (it meaning anything other than straight/curly) ends up on non-soc, I’ll give a quick side eye within myself, thank you for the support, and move on.

I really think that if joy is in the heart and there’s genuine love and understanding for/of the people of whom the style originated, then I wouldn’t stand in the way of their choice to use the style on their sim.

But if you do so with the intentions of being nasty, that’s a whole nother story.

Thank you for asking 💛

anonymous asked:

thanks to u and your friend for explaining that topic about the not-compliments. i was one of the ppl who used them and i'm sorry for that. i understand much better now. and i'll def keep that info in mind. i'll be sure not to say that sort of thing again. thanks u 2

np man! my friend is a lot more well spoken than me so i’m glad she could actually explain it

The deeper I got into astrology the more compatibility became less significant for me, like if I saw someone’s chart I had an interest it’s not like a “oh shit we’re not compatible boo.” It’s more like, “oh!” It’s like looking through a window through their perspective. So if we’re having trouble with communications I’ll just be like, “oh he has a Capricorn mercury, so he’s definitely a logical person with a dry sense of humor,” so then I’ll just use some of my sarcasm towards him. Like, because of that, whenever someone asks for the compatibility it’s literally like, “who the fuck cares, go for it.”

You are so much more than beautiful, you are intelligent and worth care taking. I love the way you smile and how you get so happy when you talk about the things you love. I could write a whole book of how much i adore you. How you even make the moon and the stars jealous of the way you shine. You are the cure to anything bad in this universe. The way you bloom like every other season keeps amazing me. So many unwritten stories locked down in your heart. Tell me everything about you, endless thoughts of you in my mind. I could write endless of poems about you. You are a poem yourself that I could never write. Out of words when I see you. I get so shy and get lost in my words. Sometimes I wish I could tell you as much as I could write down so you could understand me a little better. Even on these cloudy days I will hold you down. When you cry I will do anything in my power to make you smile. I sometimes get jealous and think about other people that will probably love you better and that I’ll always have to live with that thought stuck in my mind. I need you more than anything and I will never forget about you. I’d travel a million miles just to see you. When It’s 4am and you need me I’ll be 1 call away. I love every little bit of you. The comfort in my body when I’m around you is something special. We are meant to be together, that’s what the universe told me. 7 billion people on earth and my focus is on you, you only. Your fingers running through my body trying to find my scars. And maybe you won’t be the one for me and you fall in love with someone else. Because right now im the chaos in your mind and you are the potion to my heart. I will be happy for you, i want you to be loved. I hope they will not only love you only because of how beautiful you are. But because of how intelligent and strong you are, how you carry the world by yourself, how you educate everyone around you. How you make winter nights feel like summer evenings. How you got the ability to make me so calm in a world full of cruelty. So many stars in the sky tonight, and oh they so adorable.

But nothing as adorable
Elegant
Graceful
Excellent
Gorgous
Fascinating

As you
my love.

—  yungogsyd 

 I just want Dick Grayson and Jason Todd to be sitting down and eating (like at Batburger or shit) and Dick starts talking like “Oh yeah, me and the Titans bla bla…” and Jason just nods along because goddamn, not another Nightwing toy until Dick says “And then Roy kind of…” and then Jason goes all “Roy? Roy Harper? Is that little shit with you!? why dO YOU HAVE MY LITTLE SHIT!? GIVE ME MY LITTLE SHIT BACK, GRAYSON OR I SWEAR TO FUCK!!”

i try to stay positive through whatever. i try to live up to people’s standards whenever i can. i smile whenever it’s appropriate too, even though i’m only pretending to. i always try to do the “right” thing.. even though many times it really felt like the wrong thing. i try to show up for people. i attempt to show up, and look good, for the person people believe me to be. this person who, i believe, is sacred and supreme. god, isn’t she celestial? isn’t she lovely? i believe they think i’m someone who they wanna be a little something alike. and i think to myself.. “they don’t want this fight.” this mind game. this psyche. looking at shit different these days, like— i might be paying karma it’s last dues.. but i feel like i got too much more to do. i can hear death singing her song in my ear, and boy do her blues sound pretty. like— she really put the time in. she really got me feeling some kind of way. like— could somewhere else be a better place? i get bored too often here. i wanna jump off from here. wanna feel the breeze and see the beauty as i’m falling. then i wanna panic until the parachute rises to catch me. i wanna trust for once. wouldn’t that be the right thing to do? to have faith in something even if there is no landing safely? can’t say i truly even care if i’ll land safely. more concerned if i’ll land alone. see, that’s my issue. needing to be in control. needing to narrate a love story because i was taught that’s all that will ever matter. love. even when, throughout my life, i can’t say that’s what mattered most.
— 

Reyna Biddy

Watching your crush make That Face™ after he gets a shot (Never missing even one)


A little something for a fic I’m working on, once I finish the third chapter I’ll post it but for now all that exists of it currently is this.

I can’t say too much on what it’s gonna be about without spoiling but I can tell you this(keep in mind this is mostly set pre-all that universal domination shit)

Lance is actually one of the weapon testers at the Galran labs (He’s usually hopping between Altea and Daibazaal) The lab he’s in helps to create different prototypes of weapons powered by quintessence so he gets to try them out and pretty much gives advice on what they could do better with it.
Lance is pretty much Altea’s top sharpshooter, also having skills in stealth and one of their top strategists. (We need more BAMF!Lance okay, I’m tired I want my boy to be appreciated thank you very much) He’s also very charismatic and if there were bars for his charisma levels they’d be filled ok. He can pretty much smooth talk his way out of everything…almost.

Keith is one of Zarkon’s generals, hopping between missions in the system/on planet. On the rare times he gets a break he doesn’t have much to do so he just hangs around the lab watching the engineers and scientists do their thing. (Totally not there for that one cute Altean guy nopenopenope)

He has exceptional skill working and fighting with various blades and weapons of that nature. He’s one of their top pilots and fighters and leads his one unti (Even if he really doesn’t want to but they can mostly take care of themselves so there’s no babysitting involved)

Klance is so good??? Like???

They started out, not as enemies, but as rivals. And that difference means everything. They build each other up, their rivalry is a competition that encourages improvement. They are both better for it.

They’re a team. One that’s rough at its edges and one that’s complicated. But they’re a team. Despite their bickering, they work together seamlessly when they put their minds to it. Where one fails, the other is there to succeed.

They are far from the strangers they were at the Garrison. They are rivals. They are friends. They are teammates. They are so much more than that.

Good Morning | A Tom Holland Imagine

Tom Holland x Reader
Words: 2,297
TV: PG-14

The sun slowly rises over the edge of the painted windowsill. His mother thought that the color was far too white when they purchased the house, so now a creamy off-white covers the old wood. It smells a little like rain inside his old room as a breeze flows through the crack in the window. The blankets shift around you, but you’re still sound asleep. It would be easy to let yourself stay away in your dreams, but as a gentle hand rested on your shoulder and rubbed a soft thumb up and down over your skin, you knew that he back of your eyelids were nothing compared to the dream laying right in front of you.

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As you opened your eyes you saw Tom. His eyes were barely open, his hair a mess of waves and curls all over his head. Lips pulled upwards into a sort of groggy grin. His skin warmed you underneath the comforter. His parents kept the house so cold, but you didn’t really notice when Tom had his arms wrapped around you all through the night, even when you tossed and turned. He moved a little closer to you so that your noses were almost touching, the details of his face starting to blur with the short distance between the two of you. He moved his hand from the top of your shoulder to cup your blushing cheek. Tom leaned in and gave you a soft good morning peck on the lips. You hummed against his and that make him let out a little laugh.

“Hello Tom,” you gave him a slight eskimo kiss. He closed his eyes a little bit as you did that, and then smiled a little more once you pulled away and bit your bottom lip. 

The room was doused in a honey glow, and so were the tops of his cheeks, but in a different sense. All thing lay still as the two of you gathered energy form one another to seek something outside of the bed. His old belongings still sat on the shelves. Pictures of him throughout his 10 year career. In a tutu, in mud, in a mustache you so enjoyed on him. The only thing that was different was the bedding. These had to be new sheets and new blankets because they were more comfortable than any hotel bedroom the two of you had ever shared. You moved in closer so that his chin was at your forehead and your nose was laying hot air against his bare chest. He hadn’t worn a shirt, but he did wear black sleep pants to bed. They were very soft as well.

“How did you sleep?” He nearly whispered the words, let them be the very first caring and loving words he’d say to you today. He rubbed your skin with a feather of a touch, and it very nearly tickled.

“Fine…” You said groggily in a light tone as you rubbed the crust of your dream from your eyes. A remnant of what you had forgotten the moment you opened your eyes and saw Tom laying right before you.

“What shall we do today? The sun is actually shining for once.” His voice was low and smooth. It was obvious he had been awake a little longer than you, watching peace kiss over every feature of yours until his hand disturbed your sleep. He kissed your forehead and brought you into his arm. You sighed happily.

“I think we should go for a walk. You can tell me all about your life growing up here. Where you went to school, where you met Harrison, where you had your first kiss…” He loved the way your voice fell upon his chest. The vibrations woke his heart and played a song on his rib cage that the blood pumping through him would tune their beat to. His eyes closed fully, and as you spoke he almost fell back asleep. Having you in his arms, at home, with your bodies so wonderfully entwined, made him think about how lucky he was. “Tom?”

“Yes- (y/n). I am awake, love.” When he was sleepy or groggy, the pet names became more common. He let out a heavy breath that fell onto the top of your head, his chest pushing out onto yours made you feel like you were truly engaged in the cycle of him. “I think a walk would be lovely.”

“You know what else would be lovely?” You tilted your head up and pulled yourself just a little bit out of his grasp so you could really look at him. His jaw was sharp, bold. His eyes a a little more open now than previously. You noted a few hints of a real mustache growing on his upper lip. You freed your hand and ran a finger over it. He shook his head a little bit and smiled. “If you kissed me.”

Tom leaned in to give you a kiss on the mouth, but you placed that roaming finger over his lips to stop him.

“What is it now? You said a kiss, dahling.” His tone sounded a little offended, his eyes showing that and then something else- intrigue.

“You are correct, but I didn’t say where, Holland.” You pulled your finger away from his lips and set the tip on your forehead. “Here.”

So he kissed you on your forehead, slowly, lightly. Like he was trying to leave a love spot, but it was unsuccessful and you were glad. How would you explain it to his parents.

“Is that all, love?” He asked, but he already knew the answer. You shook your head innocently and smiled. “Where else?”

“Here, please.” You pointed to your nose, which he obliged with an peck right on the tip, followed by a long muah sound.

“That was very polite.” He said.

“I always mind my manners, Tom…” You said, shifting your arm to be a little lower and closer to your body. You set your fingertip on your lips. “Now he-”

But he had kissed the word away from your lips, stolen like the hours of the night you two had shared. Your face softened into one close to the peaceful expression you assumed when your mind was off in dreamland. You had always loved dreaming, loved going away to your own little world filled with nothing but happy endings, but this was so much better. 

His lips were slick and tender. You let your hair tangle behind you on the pillow as he moved to be laying on top of you so that he could fill your soul with his love for you. His tongue graced over the end of your lips just enough for you to take the hint and let him ghost over your tongue. It made you lean up toward him, your hands finding his hair to delve your fingers into the curls and pull just slightly on the roots as his hips pushed down onto yours. He had incited a moan that really helped to wake you up. You brought your legs to wrap around his torso, which made him push down harder against you. You turned your head to get some air, and he grunted just a little as you pulled his head down onto your neck.

“Here,” you moaned just a little as you spoke, and he smiled against your skin. 

Right as his momentum started to rise, there were three light knocks on the bedroom door. Tom’s eyes shot open as he adjusted to look at you. The blush across your skin was running at a thousand degrees, and his pants would need to be more than adjusted before he stood up to answer the door. He simply moved to sit up next to you, you did the same.

“Who is it?” He asked in an inconspicuous tone, but as his Dad, Dominic, popped open the door, his eyes scanned the room like a robot searching for life. Tom’s blue staffy, Tessa, scooted from between the space of the door and his father’s legs to jump onto the bed and between Tom and you. Tom played it cool by giving his father a small wave, but it was obvious Dominic knew what was going on in that bedroom. “Hi Dad.”

“I just wanted to let you know that Sam and Harry took Tessa for a long walk, but it seemed she hasn’t quite calmed down yet. You mother cooked breakfast about 45 minutes ago, and Paddy is at a play-date today. I thought you two love birds might like to know what the rest of the world was up to today.”

“Thank you, Mr. Holland.” You said in a friendly and almost chipper tone. His energy brought an air of ease into the room when you and Tom had filled it with tension. Dominic shook his head and waved a hand at you. 

“No Mr. Holland business. Call me Dom, or Dad. We’ve talked about this, (y/n).” He was so happy that you had come to visit them with Tom, and if Tom had flown you all the way out to Kingston upon the Thames, it meant he was very serious about a long-term relationship with you. 

“Okay, Dom. Thank you.” You smiled and waved goodbye as he exited the bedroom, closing the door behind him. “I can’t believe he closed the door after himself.”

Tom was petting Tessa at the time, eyes focused on her little bent ears. He grinned the entire time he looked at her. He let little kisses to the top of her smooth head and booped his nose against her wet one. When he looked up to you he felt sheepish. “I’m sorry, love. I wasn’t listening to you.”

“I can’t really blame you with this beauty in the room.” When you set your hand on Tessa, she turned her entire body really quickly to lick your face clean. You laughed and gently urged her away. “Okay! Okay! I love you too, Tessa.”

Tessa wagged her very large tail so happily against the blanket that it left a divot. You slid form under the covers and stood from the bed. You had worn a nightgown that was modest enough for bathroom breaks in the middle of the night, but silky a sheen enough for Tom to not have found it very easy to keep from smoothing his fingers across you all night as he slept. When you stretched a little bit of the bottom of your butt peaked from beneath your gown. Tom whistled and when you threw his black shirt from off of the ground at him, a wide and cheeky smile appeared from beneath it.

“You look lovely. The morning light caught in the light strands of your hair. The bags beneath your eyes seemingly rested…” He was partially complimenting you, while also being very much himself in talking about your eye bags.

“They’re pretty bad, huh?” You asked as you searched your suit case for some clothes to change into after you took a shower. When you turned to face Tom he had put on the shirt, cuddled up to Tessa, and was nodding his head at your rhetorical question. “You look handsome.”

“This mop? Not likely…” He sad pointing a finger form his free hand to the top of his head. You walked over a ruffled a hand over it. “Hey!”

“I like that mop of yours. I absolutely adore your curls.” You said pressing a kiss onto his forehead. When you turned away he took your hand and pulled you back down to him. 

“I absolutely adore you.” He caressed your cheek as he pulled you across his lap. Tessa moved over to your side of his bed easily, preoccupied with a toy she’d found somewhere in the room at some point. “I think I Iove you?”

“I’d hope so, or else this is one elaborate booty call.” You were teasing, and kind of thought he was too with the way he set his emotions out for you. The look in his eyes was tender though, passionate. Loving, if you wanted to put an exact name on it. “Oh.”

“I am very much serious right now.” He didn’t look away fro your eyes, didn’t let his hands leave your skin even for a second. Tom set his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. “I love you, (y/n). With all of my Englishman heart.”

“I love you,” you said without hesitation. He leaned away from you and started to smile, but you were already beaming. “Tom Holland, I love you!”

This time, you kissed him, and it was full of sunshine and daisies and every happy second the two of you had ever spent together. It was full of text messages, and emojis, and FaceTimes, and yesterdays, and tomorrows. It was full of an I do now and forever more. You thought about how this was the way you would kiss him on your wedding day and that made you push him back onto the mound of pillows at the head of his bed to speckle his face with kisses. When you pulled away it almost looked like tiny hearts were floating around his head. You smiled.

“I think that if you kiss me again, we’ll never get out of this bedroom.” Tom said, brushing some hair behind your ear so that he could see your face fully before cupping a cheek in his hand. You kissed his palm, sighed onto his love line.

“Would that be so bad?” You asked in a sultry, and honestly curious tone. He shook his head while he grinned, laying a perfect kiss to the tip of your nose.

“No, I suppose it wouldn’t be.”

Black T-Shirt. Always a must.