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1. + 2. + 5. @c-innamontoast + 6. @xhowl-at-the-moonx + 7. @pixiepup: It’s by me, but I haven’t finished it yet. :D - Actually, I had no intention of finishing it, but since people seem to be interested in it, I will quickly finish it and share it soon. ^^ (as for the boy, he wears EA clothes I think. OwO)


3. Me too! QwQ And the new girl (Outsider’s daughter) is so adorable too!~

4. I actually have! :D Please check out my NCT U tag! ^^ If you have something specific in mind, feel free to suggest it! ;)



Alsoooo~ I’ve updated the Bear Straw Hat file since I’ve added a second version that will work better with bigger hair~ ;) Please replace the old file with this if you want the second version too. ^^ (i.e. the updated file has two versions of the hat)

anonymous asked:

Sagittarius & Horned Serpent Slytherin?

Sagittarius / Horned Serpent / Slytherin

This mix makes for a serious thinker in Slytherin house, with some aspects that would normally be conflicting yet in this case seem to co exist harmoniously.

Slytherins are always considering plans, angles and have generally thought through at least five different problems and their solutions when it comes to their plans.

Sagittarians have a keen intellect and a philosophical outlook on life, they are always pondering the many questions of the world and how certain philosophical theories and thoughts interact with the world around them, they are also flexible and have no issues with changing their plans on the go.

Horned Serpent is all about the structure and theories of the world, they like to build upon thought and theories to create a bigger and better idea of their own.

When a Slytherin finds themselves born under the Sagittarius sun sign they find that they are less concerned with failure than the rest. However the Horned Serpent will dislike failure whilst still accepting of failure once its apparent.

Slytherin Horned Serpent Sagittarians are:

  • Flexible in mind and body,
  • Ambitious within their own ideas and rules,
  • Generous and kind, they are this way naturally and are the kinds of slytherins who are very aware that kindness and generosity can get you far in life,
  • Have plenty of energy and can’t seem to sit still, but their movements are graceful and reminisce of water,
  • Are fiercely independent and this can lead to stubbornness and tactlessness in some situations,
  • Able to accept failure and overcome any set back gracefully,
  • They are likely to be friends with thinkers, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Their friendship with Ravenclaws leads to theoretical discussion that others easily get lost in, whilst their friendship with Hufflepuffs gives them a personal sense of perspective when their own fails,
  • They are very much “go with the flow” sort of people, despite their natural lean towards academia,
  • Unless it’s a part of their goals they don’t strive to be the best in their studies, they will easily get decent enough marks,
  • Conversley, these Slytherin’s that choose to focus on their own thoughts, ideas and opinions will not do so well as they tend to completely stomp all over the other persons ideas,
  • Their dreams can be big and awe inspiring if they decide to pursue them.
  • Structure, rules and order are their best friend. Even their chaos will have some form of organisation to it.
  • They can overlook details and opposing ideas and schools of thought which can lead them into sticky situations,
  • Their flexibility and “go with the flow” attitude towards life can make them     appear flighty with a certain unwillingness to commit


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Sebastian Stan and the Tshirt™ for the Beauty Book (2011) (x)

1. The last time you made the mistake of making a home out of a pair of arms and a soft smile, you learned the hard way that anything that moves, that can blame, that can cause ache does not deserve such an elevated status in your heart. Still, you are an anomaly, a wild thing hoping for a home. A sailor wishing to leave the ocean and return.

2. I still remember a day when your father had lifted you in his arms and told you that you are loved, more than you ever know. It was two days before the plane crash that took him. It was two days before I saw death dance in your broken eyes for the first time. I don’t think it ever stopped dancing there.

3. Yesterday, someone asked you, “who do you trust most in the world?” And you felt that your lips were sewn shut. Everybody you should love and trusts’ names felt rough and raw on your tongue like they were in a foreign language that you had become too ancient to learn. So instead you whispered your own name like a secret into the abyss and hoped no one saw the sadness that had crawled it’s way along with your name out of your mouth.

4. A summer ago, you asked me what it was like to not need a place to call home. I know you asked this from a place of trauma, that your trauma has convinced you it will all be okay once you find a home. But it is lying, because what you need up find is your healing. And I told you that wanderlust had etched itself so ornately into my bones that I had no choice but to travel till it had sated itself. You looked at me with envy, even as I thought of all the people who would love to make a home of your heartbeat. You however were looking for a certain kind of love that you would call your very own. A kind of love that would never abandon you the way everyone you have ever loved has.

5. Something about you glowed bigger and better than all the stars we gazed at in the night sky. And even then, even when you had everything, you longed for a human to belong in. But everytime you laid the foundations for something good, they came crashing and tumbling down on your head. Because your trauma is a perfectionist and no one could quite become what you needed and wanted at the same time.

6. I wish I had told you then what I told you in that very last letter before I left. That child, why did no one ever teach you that you cannot turn people into homes? People are rivers, ever changing, ever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them. Still, that home you are hunting for does have a heartbeat. But it isn’t one locked in anyone else’s chest. Just look inside your own.

—  Nikita Gill, People Aren’t Homes

Personal headcanon for the Taaco twins in order to justify my over-blingification of their designs:

When you’re poor, one-meal-per-day-poor, at-least-we-have-a-roof-over-our-heads poor, everything that shines is gold to you. You want this uselessly complicated “exotic fruit, emerald flower, ivory soft” soap; you want the perfume in a shiny golden box that leaves glitter on your fingers; you want that too-rich food that swears it contains two dozen different types of carrot and has too much cream; and you absolutely don’t care if it’s tacky or unhealthy or actually cheap. You want what you imagine luxury is, and luxury is to have Everything.

The bigger the better. No time for subtlety. No time for refined shit. You want to swallow everything you can because you never have anything anyway – let me have this, let me have this.

Lup steals her first dress in a thrift shop: it’s covered in thirty different patterns, overly-saturated, obviously made in bad quality fabric, with too much ruffles and poorly painted wooden pearls and plastic sequins and loose golden threads. It’s the ugliest piece of shit, but it’s a lot, it looks like a lot. She wears it until she can’t anymore, and even then, she still keeps it because hey, who knows, maybe someday she’ll make a new dress out of it? You have to keep these things, they might get useful again someday. She says that of all the clothes she owns and never throws anything away. “You never know”, she says. You never know.

Taako loves these super cheap, way too bright to be true jewels you can buy dozens of at the local market: he pierces his ears himself, in dozens of places, just so he can wear more of these pseudo-gold plated hipster earrings with suns and stars and intricate patterns that leave green stuff on his skin and cause the holes to bleed and leak pus two times out of three. He still wears them, and still loves them. Who cares if it’s not an actual diamond? A shard of glass shines just as bright, with colourful tiny patches of light that dance on the palm of his hand whenever he holds it in front of a candle. Plus, it’s not like he could ever get an actual fucking diamond, so.

So.

The trick is not not-to-be-poor, but to look like you’re not.

(The first time Barry buys Lup an actual good dress, something made of silk, maybe, or comfortable velvet, something colourful and shiny but something nice, she straight-up refuses to wear it. It’s too much, too real. How much money did he put in this? Why didn’t he save it in case something happens? She just can’t have that. They argue until Lup can’t even find words to put on the gut-wrenching feeling she has and bites her lips until she tastes blood, incredibly frustrated and angry and afraid, so afraid, of this fucking real nice dress.)

(Kravitz looks nice, pretty boneboy, handsome faced reaper man, and like, Taako knew this, Kravitz’s a man with style – so he eyes his jewellery at the Chug N Squeeze, and sure, he’s not wearing much: two small earrings, a couple of bracelets, a broche with his goddess’ insignia on it. It’s a small round crow with a bright orange eye. It catches the light in a way Taako’s jewels don’t, and suddenly, something nasty turns his blood to ice when he realises it’s because it’s an actual fucking gem – and the rest is too solid and heavy to be gold-plated.

Kravitz is wearing solid gold jewellery, and for the first time in forever, Taako, bright, loud, pseudo-fashionable Taako feels cheap.)

They never argue when people call them too-much, greedy, shallow. They don’t care. All they have are rhinestone bracelets, fake crystal stones, glittery nail polish, colours and cheap glamour: they’re the king and queen of fake it ‘til you make it, so they just. Don’t. Fucking. Care.

That musical crossover was so cheesy and romantic and beautiful and everything I’ve ever wanted in life and we have been truly blessed. Between the singing, the adorable superflash tap dancing duet, the self realizations/character love growth for Kara and Barry, the true love/true love’s kiss saving all concept, KARA FORGIVING MON-EL, BARRY SINGING HIS PROPOSAL, and the happy endings for the otps, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.

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Anonymous said to buckykingofmemes: Ok but talking about salsa and swing I gotta ask if Steve’s done any dance sketches, it is in my contract as a social dance nerd

steve actually has a ton of dance sketches. he used to come with me when i wanted to go dancing and use it as life drawing practice. said it helped him get the unusual poses better. 

anyway, this sketch  is a really old one, from back before the war. that lovely lady im dancing with is my baby sister becca. becca and i used to do swing competitions together, and we were an unstoppable team, since we’d been dancing together since before she could walk. we danced with other people a lot, but when it came to competitions becca and i were pure magic. i was a pretty big guy and she was always tiny, so i could whip her through steps and lifts like lightning. and she always trusted me to catch her, since id been tossing her in the air for as long as she could remember, and never once let her drop. the two of us would invent lifts nobody else in brooklyn would dare to try. 

sometimes we roped stevie into helping, because he wasnt much bigger than becca, and we didnt have mirrors to practice with. so if we wanted to see how a move looked, we’d teach stevie becca’s lift and she’d watch and figure out what needed changing. steve had no rhythm at all, but he was usually game for the lifts. later, in the star spangled show, they tried to make use of some of those, but he still didnt have the steps down, so it never worked out.

after i got drafted, becca kept dancing. by the time she was thirty, she held the title of brooklyns longest-running swing queen, with fifteen consecutive wins.