begun again

I have this really strong feeling that 2017 is going to be a really good year for me. I’ve maintained my weight for this past year and have even begun losing weight again but this time I’m doing it the right way. I’ve never had this good of a relationship with food and exercise before. I’m not obsessing, I’m not beating myself up. I’m eating enough and trying my best to live an active lifestyle even if that doesn’t include hitting the gym. The pounds have been falling off and I’m so close to my lowest weight ever and also the healthiest I’ve ever been in my entire life. My recovery is going so smoothly right now and I’m so thankful for it. I’m eating what I want, when I want, regardless if I’ve previously deemed the food “good” or “bad”. I’m ditching those labels. Getting rid of these labels has helped with my binging incredibly. I haven’t binged nor have I wanted to since I’ve stopped restricting myself. I’ve slowly been increasing my calories to where they should be, and I take days off at the gym when I don’t feel good or just really don’t want to go. I’m finally taking the medication I need in order to be okay and it’s helping SO much. I haven’t abused laxatives in months now and its a goal of mine not to touch them at all for all of 2017. I’m honestly doing so well right now and I cannot wait to see where I am by the end of 2017.

My Thought on Moana

I cried so many times during this movie you wouldnt believe. Here is an unorganized list of why this movie was beautiful to me in every way.

1. Auli'i is my friend. I love her to death and hearing her speak and sing in this movie was not only surreal but incredibly emotional for me. Think of it as a proud mother but x10.

2. They brought up our lost art of wayfinding. Wayfinding is a genuinely lost art that has only recent begun again thanks to the Hokule'a. This is so important, and to see that Moana was so excited and shocked to find out her people were voyagers was truly amazing because I feel the exact same way. “Why did we stop?”

3. Maui. Maui is a myth that I grew up hearing about in betime stories. Everything that they talked about I had already known, and to see someone who you grew up learning about come to life in such a beautiful way was truly amazing. Not to mention I had completely forgotten that Maui didnt come from a God and a Mortal, he was given his power from the gods, but was born of mortal parents. I had forgoten my own mo'olelo.

4. Gramma Tala. Tala was the only one to support Moana’s call to the ocean. Many Polynesians feel this call to the ocean. It surrounds us, and it brings life. If theres a feeling I can relate to most its my need to be on the water, which is why I paddle. Also, theway they showed Tala’s aumakua (spirit animal) sent chills down my spine it was beautiful.

5. Te Fiti. In Hawaiian Te Fiti is Papa, mother earth. Watching Papa come to life after Te Ka was silenced made me cry. Papa gave me my islands, gave me my culture, and gave me my people. I love her. Also watching her lay back town to form her island was amazing because that’s also a big part of many mo'olelo- that gods and godesses lay down to form mountains and islands, and are in an eternal slumber beneath us.

6. The music. The music was beautiful. And having songs fully or partially written in Samoan(?) was amazing to listen to. To have disney publish a movie with a soundtrack with untranslated Polynesian in it was amazing of them.

7. The animation of hula. There wasn’t much of it, but the hula was beautiful and again made me so fucking happy when I saw it.

Not rly a reason but heres a nice tip: Moana doesn’t simply mean ocean, we could use Kai for that. Kai is the part of the ocean you can see. Moana is the deep sea. The sea that we voyage on.

There’s really a lot lot more but this is all I got for now yw here u go~

Everyone has a stopwatch they are given at birth, it counts down to the exact moment you will meet your soulmate. You met your soulmate years ago and have been happily married since with three beautiful children. This morning you woke up and looked down, your watch has begun counting again.

recently ive seen a lot of taakos in crop tops n short skirts n thats good content, but also, ive seen almost no fat taakos in crop tops OR short skirts
thats a crime, that ones punishable by crime


So happy to finally be back in Durham, even though I do miss my parents and friends a little bit. Work has begun to pile up again, although I got a lot of my physical essay done over Christmas so that has taken away a lot of stress. I had a physical geography tutorial this morning, just ate lunch with my friends and now I’m about to sit down to an afternoon of work. And then hopefully we’re watching Harry Potter in the evening!

mmarycontrary  asked:

Are you on pixiv? Because if so, great, cute! If not, it looks like someone has reposted =( member(.)php?id=20933763

Thank you so, so much for checking in with me! :D No worries, that’s my pixiv! No art theft there ^ ^

It really means a lot to me that you’re looking out for me, thank you so much! ;A; So don’t think this is me being annoyed, not at all, but just to clarify for future reference so there’s no confusion:

My Tumblr blog on computer:

If you click the link on my bio, the links are listed there too! These lead to my Twitter:

both of which lead to my Pixiv (which I am slow to update oops):

All of these links point to each other! That’s how you can tell it’s actually me and not an imposter ^ ^ These are my only current art blogs, and the only places that should have my art at the moment. Everything else is likely art theft.

I do not have an art facebook, but I do have an abandoned cosplay facebook page with the same name that I use to occasionally ask people to take down my stolen art ^ ^;

But please, if you’re ever uncertain it never hurts to ask! So thank you so much once again! m(_ _)m

Falling asleep on your brother Sam

You shut the thick book you’d been searching for hours. “You guys have any luck?” Sam stretched and Dean wiped his face, “Nothing. I’ll go get some more books.” You groan. It was already past midnight, you were exhausted.

Dean comes back with another stack of books and hands one to Sam. You stand up and move over to Sam who had already begun reading again and crawled into his lap. He chuckled, “What are you doing?” You shrug, “You’re more comfortable than the chair.”

You got settled in his lap and cuddled into chest. Sam’s arms wound their way around your small frame, one arm wrapped around you protectively the other holding his book. You plucked a book off Deans stack distastefully and began to read.

A couple hours later Sam noticed you hadn’t turned the page of your book recently and your body had gone limp against him, his arm the only thing holding you up. “Dude, she’s asleep,” Sam whispered. Dean laughed quietly, “She’s cute when she’s asleep.” Sam smirked.

After a while Sam said, “I should take her to bed.” He positioned you across his lap and scooped you up easily in his arms. You squirmed unhappily at being moved, Sam quickly shushed you and you settled back to sleep on his shoulder. He walked you to your room and laid you on your bed.

Your brother pulled up your covers to your chin like he used to when you were younger and kissed your forehead. He pushed your hair out of your face and took a second to simply admire the young women you were becoming. He smiled. “I love you, Y/n.”

This is my first post on my new blog! Let me know what you guys think!!

When you start shipping and it’s not even chapter 2 yet.

Brain: FML it’s begun. AGAIN. Another one. Smh.
Me: sorry. the heart wants what it wants
Heart: omg they’re so fricking cute now kiss
Me: *looks pointedly at brain* see what I have to deal with

  • *sees a single snowflake drift slowly to the ground and melt instantly*
  • me: A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

anonymous asked:

Now please write the fanfic!! I'm begging you!!

I think… I have to? Like I have to, right? It doesn’t even feel like I have a choice in the matter anymore. I’ve gone past considering this an AU fic. It’s now a fix-it fic.

How dare this show deny me my very specific and complicated demand?! MAKE LUCY HIS WIFE OR I’LL DO IT MYSELF!