because i have too much time

I’ve been so obsessed with wearing my natural hair like this a lot this summer. Blow dry, then flat iron, then wand curls with a wavy patterned curling wand. For some people it might be too much heat, but I retain so much length! This style can last me a long time because I don’t get reversion very quickly, and it’s so easy to refresh each morning. That’s why I always say that you can’t be obsessed with following all of the “rules” ..You have to do what works for you.

thexenobiologist  asked:

Uh... what exactly was the issue with the ibex post? It just looked like a dumb pun to me. (Forgive me if you were being facetious; it's very difficult to tell over the internet.)

Ehh, I may have overreacted to that one. It wasn’t facetious, it just annoyed me.  I am, admittedly, really frustrated with the AZA zoo world right now, and it shows in how I responded to this post.

I spend way too much time staring at messaging that comes out of zoos right now, specifically the stuff that’s aimed at reaching millennials - and most of it rubs me the wrong way, because it’s based pretty heavily in a lot of those myths about how we’re all hard to reach and entitled and only care about meme culture. (Sessions at conferences about reaching millennials are even worse.) I’ve seen a lot of zoos trying to basically jump on the Denny’s tumblr style of messaging - shitposting for millennials, lots of puns and bad jokes, etc. It always comes off just kind of ‘ugh’. 

That’s how this one coded to me - an attempt to start a message about a really cool program with a pun supposed to target a specific audience and make us care about engaging. I’m really tired of that sort of thing - just tell me about the cool shit you do and why you do it well, rather than treating us like aliens you have to pitch things to because we’re all too busy staring at our phones to pay attention unless you’re hip and cool. There’s so many other neat things about ibex and their conservation that could have gone in that post and made it just as interesting. 

I keep writing posts from perspective of a child, because even tho I already grew up I’m re-living everything that ever happened to me as a child every day, but I’m processing it with adult brain this time, and this means I only now actually have the understanding and vocabulary needed to put it into words, I can only now verbalize it. As a child there’s so much guilt and shame just because it’s impossible to put trauma into words, and if at any point of life you do manage to put it into words, it’s never too late, do it. Verbalizing your own perspective makes you strong. 

Creepypasta #1194: Nightly Chats

Length: Short

I know I’m a “big kid” now, and Dad says I shouldn’t be afraid of monsters anymore. But he doesn’t hear them. The things they say. Not to me, but to each other. Nasty-sounding things.

“About time that stupid old man left,” says The Monster Under the Bed.

“Too true. I hate having to wait for our talks because he can’t hurry the hell up and go,” says the Closet Monster.

I can’t see them. I don’t know what they look like, but I’m certain that they’re a lot worse than I imagine them, since they can make themselves sound so much like people.

“Now then, where were we?” Bed Monster says.

“I believe we were talking about the others.” Closet Monster replies.

“Ah, yes. Now, and this may be none of my business, but isn’t Basement Monster losing his touch?”

Another thing I find odd. They use their human-given titles instead of whatever names a monster might have.

“True. Not as ruthless as before, and he always lets his victims get away with nothing more than a little scare. Honestly, how pathetic.”

“Um,” I ask. “Don’t you and Bed Monster do that all the time? After all, you haven’t eaten me yet.”

“There is a difference, child,” Closet Monster snaps. “We are on hiatus, thus, we won’t bother with you until you are much fatter. Now shut up and let the monsters speak.”

“Too true,” Bed Monster mutters. “By the way, isn’t it appalling how Pantry Monster believes he can hold the rest of us in such disdain? I mean, no one’s heard of a Pantry Monster.” He asks, “Have you?” I don’t answer.

“As I thought.”

“The others couldn’t possibly compare to us.” Closet Monster chuckles. “I don’t know why they bother.”

“True, but I’m worse than you are, Closet.”

“You wish, Bed.”

“You hide among clothes.”

“And you hide among the trash.”

“I could kill the child any time I wanted.”

“And you think I couldn’t?

“Um, me again,” I whisper. “But it seems to me that since you’re the only monsters I’ve heard of, that you’re both the scariest?”

Silence.

“You believe we’re the scariest?” Bed.

“Yes.”

“Honestly and truthfully?” Closet.

“Yes.”

“The most powerful and cunning?”

“Yes.”

“The most deadly?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, my. It seems you’re mistaken child. Ceiling Monster is the one you have to look out for.”

Credits to: TeamShadowWind (story)

Bernie, we hardly know ye...

I don’t know about you but I spend a vast majority of my time thinking about my favourite fictional characters and Berenice Griselda Wolfe is currently has been for a long time the leading lady of my pondering. I mean there’s SO much we don’t know about her..

{welcome to my thoughts aka I clearly have too much time on my hands and/or I’m just totes obsessed}

  • Why the military? did Bernie follow generations of Wolfe family members into service, or is it a career she’s pursued without any of that influence? 
  • Speaking of family, has she got any siblings, are her parents still alive and what are they all like?
  • What’s Charlotte like? 
  • What was young B-Griz like at school? nerd, sport junkie, popular princess, intense emo who everyone crushed on, class clown?
  • What University did she go to? 
  • Did she do all of her medical training under the military or did she get a degree in medicine, work in hospitals and join the army later in life? 
  • Just with WHOM has she had so many friendships she believes she’s destroyed? are there a list of women who Bernie has gotten really close to over the years which I’m sure she ultimately ran away from because she just wasn’t quite brave enough *sobs for our soft baby*
  • Which brings me to..Keeley, the registrar who was cougaring Cam and had Serena more than a tad jealous if you ask me..was that someone else Bernie felt quite close to? 
  • Is her divorce to Marcus well under way/ near finalised?
  • Did she ever follow up with Alex. Maybe she wrote her a letter or called her to say a proper goodbye, even told her about Serena? 
  • Is she fully healed?!?! girl got blown up and apart from putting her back out hefting a mattress a sly trick to get Serena Campbell’s hands on her she seems like totally okay? 
  • Does she know *sob* is she’ll ever *sob* get to see Serena Campbell again?? Has she heard from her..*sobs*
  • Did she intentionally buy louder shoes because Serena asked her to?
  • After getting together with Serena, did she immediately buy herself some 600 Egyptian thread cotton sheets because a) luxury and b) she just really wants Serena Campbell in her bed and Serena won’t settle for anything less.
  • Where did she buy that bottle of apology plonk? duty free or a Kiev speciality?
  • Does she like Serena’s horribly expensive shirt? 
  • Did she and Serena resort to quadruple shot coffees to get them through their shifts during the ‘shagged to tatters’ phase?
  • Has she met Serena’s friend Sian? and just how awkward was Bernie in the face of Sian being super flirty and teasing at both of their expense..50 shades of scarlett am I right? 
  • Has she ever been to a gay bar/ pride event?
  • Would she win a sprint race against Henrik Hanssen? 
  • Was the dress blue & black..or yellow & white when she looked at it? 

and finally, this one may be a little bit more about Jemma Redgrave but after seeing the fake typing on the computer which gets me EVERYtime..what’s she like in the supermarket when someone is in the way of the product she’s real hungry for..does she pretend to be interested in something else until they walk away like most of us awkward brits ? ? ? 

I think about her way too much. I love her way too much. I wish there were idk a team of writers who could maybe cover some things on the list!?!?! LIKE PLZ WRITE FOR THIS CHARACTER. She’s such a mystery and there’s so much potential and Bernie is our precious bmam and we just wanna know more about her okay? Also Jemma Redgrave is the purest of souls on this earth and I’d actually go into battle for her. 

Self-destruction
Self-destruction isn’t snorting the line on the party just because you want to try it for fun and thinking “I’ll do it just once, just to try it!” Self-destruction isn’t going out and drinking a little too much sometimes.
Self-destruction is taking that line even you know what will happen, knowing the side effect of that. It’s taking that line, not because of fun or people around you,  it’s because you have that urge inside you that tells you to do it, to fuck yourself up.
Self-destruction is going out with the intention to get drunk and not know about yourself the whole time just because you feel something inside of yourself that needs to be destroyed. You don’t drink because you’re sad or happy, you drink to kill that something inside of you.
Self-destruction is that smoke of cigarette you just took. You didn’t start smoking because of people around you make you do it, you started smoking because you heard it’s bad for you. Now you’re addicted. Or maybe you aren’t but you still do it.
Self-destruction is when you go to some random person you met at the bar house because of sex. You don’t know who he is, you could be anybody, you could end up dead, raped, you don’t know it won’t happen, but you go anyway. You know all the risks but you do it anyway.
Self-destruction is pushing people away and making yourself antisocial on purpose.
Self-destruction is popping painkillers even if you aren’t in pain.
Self-destruction is getting into fights on purpose.
Self-destruction is letting your id doing whatever you want.
Self-destruction is a lot of things, but it’s never a choice.
Self-destruction isn’t mental illness.
Self-destruction isn’t when you break up with your boyfriend so you lock your room and cry or go out and get drunk to forget about him.
Self-destruction is something in people, something that pulls you to the edge. It’s the sweetest sin of all of them. You can fight it, but it always wins. People keep saying to fight it like if they can fight it, you can fight it also, but if you are a really self-destructive you can’t fight it and you know it. It’s part of your reality, your life.
Not all alcoholics are self-destructive.
Not all addicts are self-destructive.
Not all drug addicts are self-destructive.
Not all who are depressive are self-destructive.
Not all alcoholics are self-destructive.
Not all addicts are self-destructive.
Not all drug addicts are self-destructive.

I smoke, I drink, I take pills – I’m not addicted to any of that.
I do it do destroy myself.

I don’t hate myself, I’m very far from hating myself. But some people do hate themselves. Some do, some don’t. everybody is different.
If somebody asked me why I do what I do I wouldn’t know how to answer. I know what is the goal, but I don’t know the main reason beside something self-destructive inside me.

For example, I know what heroin does to people but I’d love to try it. But I’ll never do it. Not because I don’t want to, but because I know what would it do to people around me. I don’t want to fuck them up. I want to fuck me up. And there are ways to do it without hurting somebody constantly.
People who are self-destructive don’t want to harm you, they want to harm themselves.

—  T.S. aka me/ things i never said out loud
Friday

Saw a different doctor this week because of scheduling, I liked her , I don’t know if I go back to seeing my regular doctor next time or not

So, I guess we watch game of thrones now

Also watching the leftovers, toby doesn’t real like that one but I do

Trying to sew a dress , it makes me feel crazy but satisfied all at the same time

New responsibilities at work, so much training, such a headache. My mother and I are both too old for this shit. I have to master it so she can retire for good

anonymous asked:

27 if you're still doing them please, for sanvers :))

27. “I’m pregnant.” 

A/N: I’m sorry, I know this probably isn’t what you wanted, but I have too much of a hard time seeing Alex or Maggie choosing to have a child (not because they couldn’t be good parents—I’m sure they would!) but with their risky jobs, I don’t see either of them wanting to have someone so dependent on them in case anything were to happen, nor do I see either of them wanting to take time off or move into a desk job when they both seem to see their work in the field as being not only important but also integral to their sense of self.
Also playful warning that there’s some flashback heterosexuality!


This probably wasn’t how they should have had this conversation. It should have been planned or done over tea with a list of topics to cover. A beer or two in and halfway through Grease…less so. But somehow now was the time when they were going to talk about whether or not they wanted children. Because Rizzo was on screen getting nervous about the chance that she was pregnant, and Maggie had nonchalantly joked that she was glad that would never happen to her, and Alex had frozen.

“Babe…are you okay?” Maggie asked, her voice soft. “Hey, I didn’t mean, I mean, we can—we probably should talk about whether we want kids. I didn’t mean to sound so dismissive there.”

“That’s not it,” Alex mumbled. “I mean, yeah, okay, we probably should talk about those types of things. Like, do we want to stay in the apartment? Should we be thinking about a house? Do you like the suburbs, like, do you have some fantasy of a house with a fence and kids and neighbors that we talk to instead of avoiding eye contact with them in the elevator because they definitely hear us fucking most nights?”

Maggie laughed loudly before letting the reality of the conversation sink in. “Uh, I mean, I guess…I maybe wouldn’t hate having a house with a yard one day, though I’d like to at least be close to a city. I want a dog, maybe two, and it’d be cool if they had a fenced-in yard where they could play! But, um, I don’t know…I don’t really, I never really saw myself having kids. And at first it was because, well, it can get expensive. And not just the 18 years of expenses, but also the legal paperwork for adoption or whatever, depending on how you do it. Since, well, it was never really something that would just happen to people like us, you know?”

Alex didn’t reply, feeling waves of shame wash over her as she tried to blink back tears.

“Al? Are you okay? Did you want kids? I, fuck, I know I’m not doing this right.”

“No, I just, no, I don’t really want kids. I mean, I’m going to want to be out in the field for as long as I can be, out there protecting Supergirl and National City without having to think of whether I’m abandoning a little kid who wants their mother home to tuck them into bed at night or wake them up in the morning. I mean, I went through some of that, you know? I grew up fast…with my dad dying and my mom sort of throwing herself into her work after…but at least I still had a childhood where I didn’t really worry, where I didn’t have to think about my parents out in danger. Because, even though I was just barely a teenager when my dad joined the DEO, I sort of understood that it was something risky. I knew what it meant when my mom answered the phone in another room. I knew it meant that maybe one day I wouldn’t have a parent coming home to me. And one day…well, one day that was what it meant,” Alex finished, her voice cracking even though the tears didn’t fall. It was too complicated with her dad now, with what he had become, to let sadness be her primary emotion.

Shifting down the sofa, Maggie drew Alex into her arms. “Hey, I’m here, I’ve got you,” she whispered as she carded her fingers through Alex’s hair, letting the woman relax in her strong arms.

“I’m okay,” Alex finally said. “Really, I am.”

“Okay, it’s just…you had looked upset. I mean, we agree about the no kids thing…I sort of assumed you were gonna say something about that when you got all panicked looking.”

“I don’t panic,” Alex scoffed.

“Really? Want to tell me about the deer in the headlights look I got when I told you that you liked women?” Maggie joked.

“What? Me? Pfft, no. What? No…” Alex rambled, trying to ignore Maggie’s knowing look. “Okay fine, maybe I panic sometimes…”

“Want to tell me what I said made you panic? Was I moving too fast with all the talk of the suburbs?”

“No,” Alex chuckled, shaking her head. “I asked you to marry me; I think I can survive the thought of buying a house with you, dear.”

“Right,” Maggie nodded, fiddling absentmindedly with the engagement ring on her finger. “So, um, did you want to tell me what was going on in your head there?”

Alex shrugged. “I don’t…it was…there was just a thing. It wasn’t at a good time in my life.”

“I love you for you, Alex, not for some idealized version of your past.”

“Right, yeah, it’s just, no one else really knows. It’s just, during grad school, before J’onn found me, though not that much earlier, I, well, I thought I was pregnant.”

“Oh.” Maggie tried to quickly process the information. “I…were you?”

“No,” Alex shook her head. “It’s just, I was…well…” Alex took a deep breath, steeling her nerves to talk about a time in her life that she still hadn’t completely come to terms with. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Maggie; she trusted her with everything, with her life, her happiness, her future. She thought back to those years as she began to talk…

~

Thumbing through her calendar, looking for when her last missed deadline was, Alex noted the small row of red dots in the upper right hand corners of the calendar boxes, noticed the way that they ran across the first week of October. Then she remembered that it was now the third week of November, but there were no red dots, no indication that her period had come and gone because it simply hadn’t.

She tried to think back over the past month, tried to remember the nights she’d stumbled home in the early hours of the morning after leaving some guy’s apartment before he could wake up and try to ask her to stay or cuddle or go out again. Everything was just so blurry—the nights blending together in a mix of alcohol and late nights and early mornings and nameless faces. Oh god, what if she was pregnant…what would she put on the birth certificate? Club guy, October 2009? She felt like she was going to throw up—a feeling that only got worse as she remembered that morning sickness was an early sign of pregnancy.

Eliza would be even more disappointed in her now. And Kara, god, how would she ever tell Kara? How would she break it to her perfect younger sister that she was a failure, that she wasn’t thriving and publishing and acing everything, but was instead on academic probation, barely skating by, behind on bills, drunk half of the time and almost always depressed, and now she was single and pregnant too?

After sitting for a very, very long time on the floor of the shower letting scalding water wash over her, rinse away the stench of the club and sweat and booze and traces of whatever cologne the men she’d let touch her had been wearing too much of, Alex finally pulled herself up and forced herself to put on clothes. One step at a time, she got herself to the door, then down to her car. She drove, barely focusing on the road, until she got to the parking lot of a pharmacy far enough away from campus to hope that she wouldn’t see anyone she knew.

As she paced up and down the aisle, looking at the condoms she was fairly certain she always made sure the guys used and the rows of pads and tampons that for a change she really wished she needed, she wondered what genius thought to put the pregnancy tests here. Why remind women of what they didn’t use and won’t need? She couldn’t bring herself to look at the tests just yet, couldn’t bring herself to try to compare prices, figure out what she could afford on a graduate stipend she too often wasted on booze and coffee and Advil.

“Can I help you?” a middle-aged woman asked.

Alex looked up, noting the store vest and customer service smile. “Uh, no,” she shook her head, wondering if she should stop pacing, if she was going to be asked to leave soon.

Later, she’d wonder how crazy or how panicked she looked for this woman, who was probably making the minimum wage and definitely not being paid enough to deal with customers’ personal problems, to stay there and add, in a quiet voice, “I’m here if you need something, okay, hon?”

Alex nodded frantically, trying to steady her shaking legs. Even though she suspected the woman didn’t care, didn’t actually want to help, she turned to her, eyes wild and red-rimmed, and blurted out: “I think I’m pregnant.”

“Okay,” the woman nodded. “Let’s get you a test to find out, alright?”

Alex just nodded—couldn’t find it within herself to make noises, too worried she would cry if she opened her mouth.

After a moment or two of searching, the woman handed her a box: “Here, this one is on sale, and it only takes two minutes for results.”

“Thanks,” Alex mumbled, taking the test from her. She looked up to the front counter, bracing herself for whatever judgmental look she would get from the teenager working the register. She knew what she looked like—sweatpants and a stained shirt, hungover and barely holding back tears—and knew exactly what she might think about someone in her position.

“How about I ring you up at the pharmacy counter in the back,” the woman offered. “There’s a bathroom there too.”

“Oh, no, I think I’ll need a drink before I take this test,” Alex added, shaking her head.

“Uh, okay, but maybe you want to wait to have that drink until after you find out if you’re pregnant?”

“Fuck,” Alex swore. As her thoughts began spiraling, she tried to keep them in check. All that mattered in this moment was peeing on a stick, waiting two minutes, and reading some results. Easier than lab work. She’d deal with the results later.

~

“So…you weren’t pregnant?” Maggie asked. “And it’s fine if you were and you made a choice or something too.”

“No,” Alex shook her head. “I wasn’t. I just…I don’t know, you were saying that we’d never have to worry about that, and I got nervous because I did and maybe that makes me horribly irresponsible or a bad person or—”

“Alex, it just makes you human, okay? I told you, I love you. Always. No matter what that story was, I knew going into it that I’d love you and support whatever decisions were made.”

“Really?”

“Really. Ride or die, Danvers.”

harukaaiko  asked:

hey man(so soft, i'm still crying over it), i'm new to the fandom and because you're my fave voltron blog and is always so nice to everyone, i tought it would be best to ask you to clarify some of my doubts. Lance is officialy cuban or is it something the whole fandom collectvily believes? And the last names that are usually used in fics (mcclain, kogane), they're from the 80's voltron? That's the first time that i'm in a fandom where canon and fanon confuses me so much XD Thanks <3

No worries, I’m happy to help out^^ ♥ If I’m being honest it would have confused me too if I hadn’t been in the fandom for as long as I have now sdjhfgdjksfhgjd

Lance is canonically Cuban, that was confirmed by Jeremy Shada (his VA) and the Voltron Twitter account (link):

Hunk is confirmed to be from Samoa and Shiro’s name and facial features are Japanese, so that’s pretty much confirmed too^^ 

The last names Kogane and McClain are from “Voltron: Defender Of The Universe (often: DOTU)”, yep. I am pretty sure that someone asked the creators about their last names at the SDCC yesterday and they said that they are open for interpretation. In other words: you’re free to use whatever last names you’d like :D 

anonymous asked:

I am so mad they added the melon thing to level up to army 2. I have to give it up because i can't download melon or buy songs living in the usa. Ive tried too many times. What are the benefits of army 2 again? Is it worth it?

tbh the melon part of ARMY II is much more complicated than having a pass actually. the proof bighit wants is actual purchase/download of the songs itself WITHOUT using the normal streaming/pass. This requires iPIN that us international fans do not have so I dunno yet how this is gonna go.

From what was mentioned during the ARMY4 purchase this is what we only know FOR SURE about ARMY II. It’s really up to you if it’s worth it ;_; I’m still contemplating on this myself.

Anyways if anything, fan culture in Korea has always been like this. With the purchase proof of album and Melon Music, both have always been a huge part of it. It’s not anything new or just to make our lives more complicated.

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind me asking, what are your pronouns/what you like to identify with? I don't want to mislabel you, and if you prefer to not answer this it's okay! Have a great day/night! ❤

Uhm, it’s hard for me to tell what I identify as because I’m genderfluid, so it changes with time. Anyways I usually don’t care about pronouns (you can use she/he/they and it’s totally fine) I just have bit of painful dysphoria in boy days and prefer to be adressed as he in those days, when I feel neither/both or girl I don’t really mind pronouns. Lately I’ve been having more boy days and today is a boy day too, which is doing a bit of a shit job to my mental health so thank you so much for asking. I’d love if you could use male pronouns, for this reason.

anonymous asked:

Great work on Cinderella Phenomenon! Can't wait for the FD to come out. May I ask how many years of experience (of coding and art) the creators have?

Thank you so much!
As for your question….
Kooriiko - She’s been drawing digitally for 10+ years now (though she has been drawing traditionally for a long time too), but hasn’t exactly focused on her art and only does it in her past time because of other irl commitments. Now she’s working as a full time artist. For coding, she only knows the basics of renpy and started learning it during the production of Locked Heart which was 2-3 years ago.

Sitraxis - She has been drawing for 12 years. She started drawing digitally and taking her art seriously in 2008. As for coding, she had taken interest in Web Design and bought books on HTML and CSS since 2008 and had developed a great love for unique layouts and user experience. She also had taken up IT while improving her art skills on the side to be able to provide the best of her two passions to potential clients. She came across Ren'Py during her college years and took the opportunity to code Locked Heart for Kooriiko.

Tajina - She worked seriously on her art for five years until around 4 years ago, when she started focusing on her writing. She now only really draws as a hobby.

It really is a struggle to stay positive sometimes. Especially when people you think know you accuse you of being negative all the time. Yes, I get annoyed sometimes but I make a choice to let things go and move on. No, I don’t remember an argument from three years ago because I don’t have space in my brain to dwell on things in the past. I don’t see that as a bad thing.

We make mistakes, we learn, we move on. I’d be a huge pile of crap if I dwelled on my past.

Too much drama tonight. Moving on.

anonymous asked:

Yeah I'm trying to not read too much into the interview just because it is dan Wooton and we know he'll exaggerate or flat out make up anything he thinks will cause drama. I'm not entirely sure how Niall, liam, and Louis would have all had the time to discuss the band future resting on Harry considering they've all spent the past year executing their own solo careers, but I am sideying louis bringing Harry up more in 1 day doing promo than he has in years. I don't think it's necessary at all.

harrys name gets clicks?

Originally posted by giphygiff

I have a hard time understanding why people use Jessa being mean to Jana as a child as reason to justify hating her now. My sister and I HATED each other when we were little, but I know both of us are not the same people we were when we were little. I don’t really like Jessa very much, but I wouldn’t say it’s because of how she was when she was 10, because I was a brat when I was 10, too!

anonymous asked:

re: sleep deprivation thing, i remember in high school it was a huge thing, like "oh i only slept 3 hours last night", or something, you know? oh, i'm so busy, i'm doing so much, look at all this stuff i barely have time to breathe haha! and i went along with it too, but at the time i was legitimately having problems, like i had SO MUCH work i would regularly sleep 5-8 hours over the ENTIRE schoolweek and crash HARD friday afternoon. and even then it got to the point where (1/3)

I’m going to publish these in order because it is so true and SO IMPORTANT, I absolutely hate the culture in America that pushes this sort of thing so hard. 

anonymous asked:

I've found the worlds most perfect girl! I'm just so lucky to have her!! I love her so much and I'm so thankful for your blog because I have a hard time articulating what I feel and these posts help a lot. She's so beautiful inside and out and she's all I think about. She has the prettiest green eyes and her smile just makes my heart explode. I'm just so in love with everything about her. I've never felt this way before. She follows you too so I know she'll see this. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ABBIE

Aww it seems like you love her very much and I’m so happy that my posts help you express that :’) Abbie sounds absolutely amazing and you definitely deserve her <3

So since I’ve been working at my job as a dancer I havnt been working out as much on my free time because work really is a work out.. so I’m having a hard time sticking to the theme of this page so I think instead I’m just going to post work selfies and shit like that because I’m still progressing with my body and strength and flexibility ☺️ so I’ll probably change the name too. Love, get-fit-with-Dakota

absinthexmind  asked:

You wonderful person. I just wanted to thank you for all the beautiful imagines and headcanons you post. I have no idea how you do it daily with fresh new ideas. And I bless you for using the word 'POSSI'. Your blog always brings a smile to my face and a smile to my possi too. Especially when you post about Sandor Clegane because that man is fine as hell. Again, thank you so much for all the wonderful things you write.

*MY HEART AND POSSI HAVE BEEN TOUCHED*…THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING MY WORK!! It’s really awesome to know that my blog can do such things for you :3 It’s so fun getting to know you all and that i can make you all smile some way or another :D It makes it all worth my time :3