answer: yes they could

dear person reading this:

  • your crooked teeth make your lovely smile extremely cute and endearing  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
  • your splotches of freckles? yeah, those are places where the galaxies whirling inside of you leaked out to radiance their brilliancy into the world
  • your thighs touch? that’s a GOOD thing. you’re getting proper nutrition! you have muscles! d o  n o t  b e  a s h a m e d!!!! also, thigh gaps are awesome too! anything related to thighs is awesome! all thighs are different because every person is different, and honestly, why does it matter what your thighs look like?? people who are bothered by thighs are weak tbh
  • “bingo arms”???? listen up: you only have bingo arms when you’re WINNING. otherwise why would you be yelling “bingo”?? thought so. you’re a winner – you can do anything you set your incredible mind to!
  • your hair is so unbelievably gorgeous and don’t you deny it. don’t forget to style it, dye it, try new shampoos with it, as long as you want to! your hair is your own, whether it be frizzled or dry or thick or thin – be proud of that, and remember that you can always change it up!
  • your eyes are not too small, or too big, or too wide apart, or too ugly. your eyes are your own mortal doorway into your soul, expressing your thoughts and emotions in dazzling swirls and hues for others to decipher. don’t be afraid to cry, don’t be disgusted by the crinkles at the corners when you smile, don’t hate on the small, microscopic blood vessels running through them. don’t lock your door out of needless shame!
  • scars!!! scars are so cool! they’re visual results from a chapter that makes up the story of your life! no matter where scars are, don’t be conscious of concealing them! ppl loVE scars! even the tiny lil ones! anyone who has a scar is automatically known as an ultimate badass sorry that’s the rule
  • same goes for stretch marks! those little ripples on your thighs, your hips, your waist, your belly? those mean that you’ve GROWN. your body has adapted frequently throughout your life, and leaves those little ripples as little hints of your amazing journey from babyhood to adulthood! (or maybe you’re just a mystical ocean god/goddess and those waves are symbols of your enormous power, onlookers should be on the lookout)
  • sorry, did you say you had a pig nose? do you even kNOW how cute piggies are you should be PROUD of your nose cAUSE U CUTE
  • long, thin nose? p l s. that just means you’re king/queen of everything. don’t deny it. you know how powerful you truly are
  • tummy rolls? everyone has them. seriously, no matter how thin a person may seem, tummy rolls are inevitable. you are not alone! tummy rolls rock! ROCK THOSE TUMMY ROLLS!
  • trust me, barely anyone see your feet anyways. besides, feet aren’t that bad – how do you think your hands would look if they walked everywhere over the earth’s rough terrain? feet are hella 
  • ears are so cool omg they’re like fingerprints, unique to you and you only! plus you can pierce them! repeatedly! how cool is that? ears are best
  • do nOT be anxious about flaunting your legs! wear that short skirt! wear those shorts! own that bikini! your legs are marvelous! ppl would kill for a pair of dandy lookin legs like yours! pale or tan, legs are glorious! L E G S
  • lips. lips. do you know how many magic tricks your lips are able to perform? the formation of words, the ability to smile or frown, the ability to express, to kiss, to wear makeup; lips are ethereal and exquisite in all forms!
  • #1 tip: your eyebrows are always on fleek  (▰˘◡˘▰)
  • and lastly: you are not dumb. you are not worthless. you are not a waste of space, an empty void, a meaningless shell. you are loved. you are worth everything. you are so incredibly intelligent, you are utterly unforgettable, and you are breathtaking in every single way.
  • next time you look in a mirror, blow yourself a kiss and don’t worry – you’ll kill it out there today. ♥

@atrociouscreations asked for something like, if Percy accepted being a God at the end of the PJO series. And Idk why, but this was the first thing that popped into my head and I had to draw yet. I read awhile ago some headcannons for a dark Percy god, and oh was it so good, that I think some of that was what inspired this… 

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mesa-verde  asked:

What do you think about Simon getting tattoos over his scars from the electric shocks?

Ooooh, I really like this idea!  (I’M ALL ABOUT TATTOOED SIMON AWW YEAH)

My first instinct is something with hawk wings or feathers, since he’s finally able to stretch his wings after being in prison for so long.  Because I’m a sucker for Simon’s goddamn bird motif like I will never not want him to have wings somewhere on his body if he gets tattoos :D 

Or, if there is something sentimental that Metis said to him before she was killed (for some reason I’m just blanking on anything right now >_> ), he gets that wrapped around his wrist in kanji (which he writes out because he knows it and also because he doesn’t trust others to get it completely correct - also this applies more if you headcanon him as at least part-Japanese, which I do)! 

Orrr, he gets both, one for each wrist!  

I’m also super bad at tattoo designs SO IF YOU THINK OF SOMETHING, PLEASE SHARE :D 

quiznck  asked:

The nightmare meme. ( mobile-- I'm pretty sure we're mutuals.......... )

+Send me 😰 for a glimpse at one of my muse’s nightmares!

            They’re going home.
   It was true. After Zarkon was defeated, there wasn’t a real
   need for the paladins. The title loss hurt at first, but the 
   realization that home was that much closer overrode every
   feeling. Lance didn’t even bother to think about how 
   everyone else besides his family would react to the giant spaceship 
   dropping the group off. He just stayed in his room, pacing back
   and forth, practically rehearsing his explanation for his sudden
   disappearance, even though he knew the raw emotion of seeing 
   his family again would erase every practiced word from his mind.

            He didn’t mean to be rude, but the former blue paladin couldn’t help
    but immediately separate from the group on his solo quest. He assumed
    that it was mid-afternoon or early evening, so all of his family should 
    already be home or just be getting home. 

            Lance didn’t even bother to knock on the door, assuming it would be 
   open for his younger brother and sister, since neither had their own key.
   Oddly enough, nothing has really changed. Then again, it’s just a 
   living room, maybe his mother’s zeal for interior design lessened after
   his disappearance. The thought saddened him, but he trekked on
   through the house, anyway. Just beyond that room, it was like they 
   were expecting him. His entire family was there, even his aunt and uncle
   who lived nearby with their two children. Tears were already welling
    in his eyes, blocking him from seeing the changes in his family members 

    over the unknown amount of time that he was gone. All he could 
    muster was a choked up,   I’m home.  He took two steps towards
     them before the ground started to shake below them. 

            The hardwood was being torn apart, increasing the new gap between
   him and his family. He hardly had time to react and yell when he saw all
   them drop, the sinkhole just swallowing them up, seemingly one at a time.

           First were his more distant relatives: Auntie Verita and Uncle Neo.
  Next were his cousins: Anton and Montes.
  Then, his older sisters: Adriana and Carmen.
  The twins ( Elena and Alex ) and his parents were last, suspended in  

  the air to give him one last, fearful and heartbroken look before they 
  dropped, screams echoing first in what was left of his home, and 
  then in his head, growing louder and louder until he thought he would
  go deaf. The screams started to shift. Torturous, incoherent shouts  
formed words.

  Where did you go? 
  Why weren’t you there? 
   You abandoned us, Lance! 
  We hate you! 

           No. This couldn’t be what he came back to. He was supposed to be
  bombarded with hugs and kisses and happy tears, not this. Lance
  dropped to his knees, tears flooding down his face as he begged the

 Earth to take him to. Either take him or bring his family back. Please, 
 God. Please.

• ⊰ Harmonize ⊱ •


Eichi honestly doesn’t mind being at Hiraeth. Sure, it was jarring to wake up expecting to go to graduation only to find himself enrolled at a whole new type of academy, but the life he was leaving behind… It left a lot to be desired, even if there are things he knows he will miss about it. He had plans, some of them rather elaborate, but then, Eichi has had enough monotony in his life to have no issue with interrupted plans, as long as they’re interrupted well.

He would say the existence of a magical academy (in space? wherever they were) is certainly a well-orchestrated interruption. He’s surprised to find himself thinking of the people he’ll miss, still unused to having such close companions.

Though in his final year at Yumenosaki he’s surrounded himself with a handful of people he considers important, there is one in particular he longs for. He remembers countless impressions of him, all as powerful as the very first, and knows he has fallen in love with every facet of Hibiki Wataru he has so far seen. He’s certain he’s been obvious about it; while Eichi is well-practiced in the art of deception, he prefers to use it less these days, even though he hears in matters of this sort it is not quite so heinous as his past actions. Still, he supposes however obvious he was doesn’t matter now that he’s here. Oddly, he longs for home, though he has never known such a place.

That is, until he reluctantly enters the dining hall for dinner and sees something that makes his heart race as he searches for a seat. Hair he had once described as moonlight, though he knows better now, would rather call it more like starlight, endlessly more luminous than the impression left by failing eyes. Laughter like chiming bells, a cliche he thinks has never applied so well to anyone else as the one who called himself Eichi’s fool. He even thinks he may hear the flapping of tiny wings that so often followed Wataru back at Yumenosaki.

And it is Wataru before him, there can be no mistake about it. Eichi forgets himself - he doesn’t feel a single step he takes towards the other, as though he’s gliding there, his vision tunnels, and his ears ring until the moment he makes eye contact, just steps away, and everything comes back with almost disturbing clarity.

“Wataru,” is all he can say, the word coming out a relieved sigh, a smile lighting up his whole face. But it’s all he has to say, for that first moment. It’s only a name, but it’s also everything. Wataru is here.

Wataru is here.

anonymous asked:

Are you still shipping robron?


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today an old man in a hiking trail parking lot looked me up and down, beamed at Chalo and Priya and asked, with no preamble, “ARE WE HUNTING BUFFALO TODAY?”