check your weight

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: You visibly absorb light from the area around you, consider medication.

Taurus: Consider the silence, allow the world to fill the gaps in your teeth.

Gemini: Be careful with your scissors, you may cut something important and unseen.

Cancer: Cast your plans into the sea, now is not the time for planning.

Leo: Surround yourself with friends, and plate steel. They will both be important.

Virgo: Look for answers aboard the USS Ronald Regan.

Libra: Make some tea and wear a big hoodie, it will be comfortable, and much needed camouflage.

Scorpio: Collect friends and keep them in a room in your house for when you need them.

Sagittarius: Check in on those who need checking on.

Capricorn: Shed your weight, do what truly makes you happy. Keep your skirt on.

Aquarius: Perhaps? Another go at it.

Pisces: Home is far away. Don’t lose your bearings.

anonymous asked:

hi!! i'm starting university (in nsw) for the first time tomorrow and i wanted to know any tips for first year students that would help, thank you so much in advance!! 💖

Originally posted by welcometosockathanhell

As this is a belated reply, CONGRATS ON COMPLETING FRESHER WEEK. 

I’ve made a few posts regarding uni in general, along with a few choice tips: 

If I were to distill the key point, I’d say that it’s important to remember that uni is not high school. Accordingly the same study techniques that guaranteed success in high school may not translate to similar success in university. Learn to study smart. 

Specifically this would include (these won’t be popular tips but heck they sure as hell helped me): 

  • Check your assessment timetable and weighting: there’s no point in spending 20+ hours on an assignment worth 10% when you’ve got a 40% paper around the corner. Similarly, not everything is examinable. Cross check you course content with your assessments (and if you really want to, your course outcomes) and see what parts of the course you ought to dedicate your time to, and what you can skim over. 
  • Know what classes are compulsory! Skip the shit you don’t need to physically attend - lecture are recordings are a gift, especially if you can save on long commutes/ need to balance a job with study. 
  • Holy fuck don’t read everything jesus christ: Figure out what is ‘required reading’ and what isnt. Within your ‘required reading’ target your reading - use your lectures as a guide, skim through titles, get a broad overview of the main thrust of the article/chapter before you start. Don’t blindly copy and ‘distill key words’. Uni is a whole different game - you will get multiple chapters per week, depending on your course of study, you may get 100+ pages per unit. You don’t need to read it all to pass - you need to get an overview of the key points and be able to articulate these key points in an exam situation (whether that be to support a thesis in an essay or answer a short answer/ MCQ/ problem question).  
  • GET ACCESS TO PAST EXAM PAPERS. 
  • Befriend the librarian. Sounds stupid and incredibly nerdy, but they’re there to help and 1000000% will cut down any risk of jumping into a black hole of research nothingness. 

On the flipside, university presents itself with more opportunities than ever before - outside “just studying”. You have so much more flexibility with your time, more social events, more control over what you want to learn. This allows you to pursue your interests at your own pace - both professional and personal alike. Also as a uni student (and depending on whether you’re a citizen/ PR or not) there’s a whole bunch of resources and funding to assist you to achieve your goals - whether it be access to databases, internship programs, government funding loans to go on exchange, mentoring programs, community based initiatives etc. 

It’ll be hectic adjusting your life to your new schedule, but hell, enjoy the crazy ride. Wishing you all the best! 

Sick (Kris Letang)

Today was not a good day. And technically…it wasn’t even day yet, it was 10am. That’s basically the middle of the night. You had woken up getting sick, which seemed to be the trend the last week or so. It was also the reason you were currently sitting in the middle of your bed, surrounded by jeans that wouldn’t fit, sobbing.

You heard the front door close, “Y/N! I’m home!” Your husband, Kris yelled. He started down the hallway, “Are you ready to go? We need to leave in about ten to make it to the doctor on time.” He entered into your shared bedroom and stopped short at the sight of you. Which you were sure was quite an entertaining sight. You were sitting in a polka dotted blouse, a pair of black panties, with your hair fixed and tears running down your face…not to mention the multiple pairs of pants strewn around you.

“I’m not ready.” You whimpered.

“Babe…” He cooed. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t button any of my pants!! And with the amount I’ve thrown up you would think that I’d have lost weight not gained it!!!” You started to cry harder. “I’m a disaster!” You wailed!

“Hun! I promise it’s going to be ok. We’ll get you a pair of pants you can fit in and we’ll get you some meds at the doctor.” He kissed you on the top of your head before opening your dresser drawer. “What about these?” He asked holding up a pair of leggings. “They’re stretchy…they should fit.”

“You can’t wear leggings with this shirt!” You protested.

“Then why don’t you change your shirt?” He questioned calmly.

“Because last time I was there the receptionist said it was cute!”

He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have any other cute shirts?”

“Fine!” You grabbed the leggings out of his hands. “Now get out so I can get dressed.”

“You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” He stated with a smirk.

“Yeah. Well you’re not seeing it now. So, out!” He laughed but conceded and made his way out the door.

“We need to leave in about three minutes. So hurry up!”

“We need to leave in about three minutes,” You mocked. “Whatever.” You quickly pulled up the leggings, relieved that they fit and pulled on a different top. After sliding into a pair of flats you headed down the hallway.

“There,” Kris said coming towards you. “You look beautiful.”

You flushed. “Thanks.”

The two of you loaded into the car and headed toward the doctor. You normally avoided the doctor at every cost, you didn’t appreciate people prodding at you and invading your personal space…even if it was their job. Kris had had enough of your avoidance after the third day straight of you puking throughout the day.

“Are you feeling okay today?” He asked. The two of you were holding hands in the middle as he steered with the other.

“I mean, yeah.” You said. “I got sick a few times. But I drank some water and ate a few crackers and I feel fine now. I think it’s just a stomach bug.”

“I would have believed that if it only lasted a few days. It’s been a week, Y/N.”

“It’s just a long-lasting one.” You protested. “We can still turn around and go back home.”

“I beg to differ.” He stated, pulling into the parking lot of the doctors office. You groaned but got out without general protest once the car was parked. He opened the glass door leading in to the building and you headed up towards the receptionist desk.

“Hi. I have an appointment scheduled for Y/N Letang.”

“Yes. Has any of your information changed since your last visit with us?” The lady asked.

“No ma’am.”

“Alright. If you will just sign right here for me, Dr. Farrow should be out to get you in just a few minutes.”

“Thanks.” You scribbled your name on the sheet and turned to find Kris seated and looking in horror at the various magazines in the women’s section.

“Why do you need so many gossip magazines? Where are the sports?”

You rolled your eyes and rotated the magazine rack so it displayed the men’s magazines. “They’re right there. You just have to be smarter than the display rack.”

He screwed up his face and stuck his tongue out at you. “Rude.” You shrugged.

“Mrs. Letang?” A voice called out. You turned around and saw a nurse dressed in light purple scrubs holding a clipboard you assumed held all of your information. “You can follow me.” Kris got up and followed both you and the nurse down the hallway. “We’re going to stop here and check your weight.”

You turned to look at Kris with an eyebrow raised. He obligingly closed his eyes and placed his hands over his ears. The nurse chuckled and clicked the weights around. Once she was done you gave Kris a light kiss so he would know it’s ok to look again.

“I don’t know why you won’t let me know your exact weight. It’s not like I don’t think you’re perfect.” He said.

“That was so sweet,” You awed before stating bluntly,. “You still don’t get to know.”

The nurse directed you towards a room and after taking your temperature and blood pressure she left the room with the promise that Dr. Farrow would be in shortly.

You shifted uncomfortable on the crinkly paper that covered the bed you were sitting on. “Wanna switch spots?” You teased.

“Hmmm…let me think. No.”

“And you called me rude.” The two of you playfully bantered back and forth until a light tap on the door preceded its opening.

Dr. Farrow introduced herself and shook both of your hands before taking a seat in her spinny chair. You wanted to sit in that chair.

“How are you doing, Y/N?” She asked.

“I’m fine.”

“That’s a lie,” Kris interjected. “She most definitely is not fine. She’s been getting sick for the last week.”

“Y/N?” The doctor asked, raising an eyebrow in your direction.

You glared at Kris. “I guess I’ve been a little nauseous the last few days. But once I get sick I feel fine!”

“Any other symptoms? Fever, headaches, stomach pains?” She questioned.

“No,” You replied honestly. “Other than getting sick, I feel perfect.”

“She couldn’t button her pants this morning.” Kris supplied.

“Kris!!” You yelled. “She doesn’t need to know that! My weight issues are not something she cares about!”

“Actually…”She began as Kris shot you a smug look. “That could be important. If you don’t mind my asking…when was your last menstrual cycle?”

“It was….”You paused for a minute. There was no way that was right. Your cycle had always been very consistent. “…it was over two months ago.”

“Is there any possibility you could be pregnant?” She gently asked.

“I mean, yeah. I guess.” You were shell-shocked. “We kinda just decided that whatever happens will happen. So we haven’t been actively trying, but we also haven’t been preventing anything.”

“Well, if that is the case…and I believe it is,” she said. “We could bring in an ultrasound machine to confirm it that way. We could also get an estimate of how far along you are, if that is indeed the case.” After you nodded dumbly she stood up. “If you’ll give me a minute or two, I’ll be back with it.”

Once she left you leaned back against the wall and looked towards your husband.

“Kris?”

“Hmm?” So he was aware that you were speaking. That was a good thing.

“What do you think?”

“About?”

“How about the fact that I’m possibly pregnant?”

“I think that’s amazing.” You looked over at him mouth open and he chuckled a little. “Did you think I wouldn’t be absolutely ecstatic at the thought of having a baby with you? I’m so excited. I’m just trying to figure out how we were so oblivious.”

You gave a light chuckle, “We do seem pretty stupid don’t we.” He stood up and pressed a kiss to your forehead before looking into your eyes.

“I love you. Regardless of what we’re about to find out.”

The door opened again and a machine was wheeled in by Dr. Farrow.

“So, if you want to roll your shirt up, I’ll put some gel on your stomach and we’ll see what we have going on.” You complied with her directions and after slightly recoiling over the coldness of the gel she moved the wand over your stomach. “Yep. You’re pregnant.”

You looked over at Kris to see him staring at the screen with a look of awe on his face.

“If I had to take a guess, I would place you right around three months. So if you’re lucky, you should be getting over the nausea soon. Would you like pictures?”

You nodded eagerly. “When can we find out the gender?”

“In about two months.” She handed over a strip of photos and circled a bean shape with a red marker. “There’s your baby. I’ll go get you some prenatals vitamins. You’re going to want to take them everyday.” You nodded, but continued to stare at the little strip of paper that had changed your entire life.”I’ll also get you a packet of the do’s and don’ts. And may I be the first to offer congratulations.”

Dr. Farrow walked out of the room. And you just looked at Kris.

“We’re going to be parents. There’s a baby in me.” You couldn’t believe it.

“We are. I can’t wait.” Kris got on his knees so he was eye level with your stomach. “We love you little baby. We’re counting down the months.”





So I got my laptop back today. Here’s an imagine I had written previously. It has not been edited. Let me know what you think and requests are definitely open.

Next: JVR or Freddie Anderson

anonymous asked:

Genji, Reaper, and McCree having a s/o that is self-conscious about their weight?

I enjoyed writing this! Hope you enjoy!(^.^)


GENJI:

-when he finds out at first he thinks your joking. This must be a joke because why on earth would someone so lovely and amazing like you think less of your self. He just does not get it at all.

-after it sinks into his now sad soul. He will sort of lecture you on how perfect you, using the right words that need to be said and the exact tone for you to actually listen to the words. While still making sure he’s not going to hard on you.

-in his head hes secretly really mad at you for not seeing yourself like he does.

-ever since he found out how you feel he started complementing you ten times more than usual and using the kindest choice of words, along with kissing and cuddling all the time.


REAPER:

-he first noticed when you were looking in the bathroom mirror and just had checked your weight, and as soon as he saw that he stepped in. With a surprisingly calm manner, but with his same sassy personality.

-“why at you looking at yourself like that?” “Oh, I just don’t really like.. My body.” “Well I do and last time I checked I’m not blind or stupid.” “Neither am I.” “Then stop trying to blind yourself. I love you, and you should start as well.”

-he’s a legitimate Cinnamon roll..

-will grab that freaking weight checking monster and throw it out the window and probably attempt to set in on fire. Then kiss you all over your body. His complements will have loving words but he adds a bit of dirty ones in there too. Hes just like that because you know he has to keep his edge still.

MCCREE:

-before you guys were planning on having a date night you decided to hate how your body look in every dress you tried on. Mccree was wondering why your taking so long so he of course came to find out, only to see how many dresses you tried on were now all over the floor and you had a sad expression.

-when you tell him your insecurities. He flippin loses his cowboy self, and looks you up and down with a face of ‘what in high noons name?’

-his lecture would include “why!? Your so perfect!” And “You have an amazing body!” And “YOUR THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!” And finally “I’m always trying to sneak peeks at that precious body of yours!”

-your insecurities don’t exist anymore thanks to his constant cheesey pick up lines that make you feel special and blush like there’s no tomorrow.

BTS Reaction to You Gaining Weight and Feeling Insecure

This is actually something I have been struggling a lot with lately. After going to college, I have put on more weight than I wish, and I feel really insecure about it. But something that I remind myself, and you should remind yourself if you feel the same way, is that no matter what, you are perfectly fine the way you are. No one’s opinion matters except your own, and as long as you are healthy and happy, then everything will be fine. Anyways, I hope you guys like this reaction <3

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-Admin Kat

Jin: He had no idea what you were talking about when you came into the room in tears. He was in the middle of cooking, listening diligently still, as you told him about your updated weight. You told him about how much your weight had increased and how ugly you must have looked now that you were getting ‘fat.’ Jin turned around, staring at you with a small smirk as he came over and tapped you on the head with his rice spoon. “Don’t be silly. You look perfectly fine. How about I try making some healthier dinners if that will help you feel better.”

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Suga: “Stop it Yoongi, you don’t understand what it feels like. You are beyond tiny and even if you put on weight, you would still be super tiny,” you complained to your boyfriend as you threw your clothes around. Yoongi sat on the bed while you claimed that all of your clothes just made you look fatter now that you put on a few extra pounds. He started pouting at the comment you made, telling you the same thing that he always told you; “Stop being stupid. You don’t look fat and there is no reason for all this.”

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J-Hope: His normal joyful demeanor was gone when he saw you crying in the bathroom after checking your weight. He knew that it was a touchy subject for you; already feeling insecure about your weight. He kneeled down in front of you, taking your hands in his. He took a moment before saying anything, wanting to make sure that he didn’t say anything wrong. “(Y/N), you know you have nothing to worry about, right? No matter what, you will always be beautiful to me,” he told you carefully.

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Rapmon: You decided to tell him all about your worries when the two of you were finally able to go out together and grab dinner. It was something that had been weighing on your mind for a while, and Namjoon was starting to catch on. “I don’t see the issue with putting on some more weight? It can be healthy for you, and from what I see, you are still very healthy. So just eat up?” He told you in his best attempt at sounding nonchalant about the whole thing, but on the inside, he was extremely worried for your self-esteem if you continuously worried about this.

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Jimin: He knew exactly what you felt like. When he started off in Bangtan, he was thinner and ever since he started to put on more weight, he started feeling a bit insecure about himself. He knew how much the fans loved his abs, and the thought of losing it made him feel scared that it would mean losing the fans. But despite this, he pulled you close and told you the same thing that you had told him when he was upset about it all; “who cares if you put on more weight? As long as you are healthy, that is all that matters.”

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V: “So what? If you think about it, now there is just more of you for me to love!” Taehyung told you as he shrugged his shoulders at your worries. He had told you numerous times that your weight shouldn’t matter at all to you. He knew that it was going to be hard for you to accept, but all he could do was continue to reassure you. “You know my grandma likes me better chubby. And I like you better when you are eating and you are happy. Okay?” 

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Jungkook: He really didn’t know what to say when you came into the room crying about the weight you were putting on. To him, he really couldn’t see much of a difference. You still looked like the person he fell in love with, but he figured if it was something bad enough to make you cry, then it was something that he should take seriously. He took a moment to respond, but after thinking about it, he said the only thing he could think of. “If you want, we could go work out together. You can eat anything you want, so long as we work it off until you feel more secure.”

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Little Things- Magcon

Nash: “Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me, But bear this in mind, it was meant to be“

Laying on the couch with your head against Nash’s chest, everything seemed perfect. He was holding you close, both of you whispering I love you’s. His hand took yours in his, both your hands fitting together like a puzzle piece.And both of you did fit together like a puzzle, because you both were perfect for each other.  You were resistant at first in your relationship because you didn’t know if it was meant to be, you thought at 17 you couldn’t know if he was your one and only. But after a few months you knew he was the one. It was meant to be, from the beginning.

Cameron: “And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me”

You had always hated your freckles for as long as you could remember. You thought they were absolutely disgusting but Cameron thought otherwise. When he first met you he told you it was your freckles that had attracted him to you. He loved how they made you so much more beautiful.  He always complimented your freckles, with any possible chance he had. He also loved kissing your freckles. He made sure you always knew how much he loved you and your freckles and made sure you never forgot it. He loved tracing the dots, making a different pattern every time he’d trace them.He would spend hours doing so because even if it was your insecurity to him it was anything but ugly.

Taylor: “I know you’ve never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile

Taylor’s eyes were concentrated on your face as you smiled brightly at the camera, he was admiring the way that your eyes crinkled when you smiled, making you more beautiful if that was even possible. The cameras snapped pictures as you both walked across the red carpet, posing. “What?” you whispered to him as you guys moved away from the carpet. “You’re beautiful when you smile” he replied. “No I hate my crinkles, Tay” you muttered to him looking down. “But they make you beautiful, I love you (y/n) and I love your crinkles by your eyes when you smile” He told you before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

Hayes:”You’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs“

Sighing, you stared at the outfit you had picked for the party. It just didn’t look right you’re stomach looked bulgy, your thighs looked thick and you were completely embarrassed. You didn’t want to embarrass Hayes. You tried sucking in your stomach but you knew you couldn’t do that for long. “Baby?” Hayes called out opening the bedroom door. “You look breath taking” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t lie to me Hayes! I look so f-fat, my stomach is huge and my thighs are t-thick” you mumbled,tears filling your eyes. He quickly turned you around making sure you were looking at him before speaking up “Don’t you ever say that about yourself (y/n) You’re not fat, you’re curvy and I fucking love it. You don’t have a thigh gap and your thighs aren’t sickeningly skinny, so what? I love your thighs, in fact because of your thighs your ass is much better too” he said smirking at the last line. “Hayes” you giggled hitting his chest and you knew it shouldn’t matter to you because Hayes loved you just the way you are.

Aaron:”I’m in love with you, and all these little things“

“Aaron, why do you love me even though I have so many imperfections?” you asked him when you both lay in bed just simply enjoying each others presence. “(y/n) baby” he whispered, cupping your cheeks. “I fell in love with you because all your imperfections are what make you imperfectly perfect to me. I love the way your nose twitches when your mad, I love your freckles, I love your chubby little finger.s (y/n) (y/l/n) I’m in love with you and all your little things because if you weren’t this way I wouldn’t love you as much baby.” he pulled your head into his chest, his chin resting upon your head as his fingers drew circles right above your hipbone. “I love you Aaron” you whispered placing a kiss on his chin. “I love you too baby girl” he whispered holding you safely as you fell asleep.

Jacob:”You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea,and maybe that’s the reason that you talk in your sleep“

It was a habit of yours, having a cup of tea before you went to bed. The hot liquid was soothing and your worries went away. It also prevented you from your embarrassing habit of sleep talking. Today though, coming home from a late night shift, you hadn’t drank a cup of tea. As soon as you made it through the door you were on the couch, fast asleep. Jacob came home later and finding you on the couch, he picked you up bridal style carrying you to your bedroom. He changed your clothes for you and was just finished changing his clothes when he heard a murmur. Your eyes were closed and you were deep asleep but you started talking “Jacob, I love you so much.” you first spoke out. With his eyebrows knitted in confusion Jacob sat beside you in bed finally realizing you were sleep talking. “Jacob I like your smile” you spoke out once more “And I like your singing.” He chuckled before shaking you awake, “(y/n) baby you’re talking in your sleep” he said chuckling once more. Your eyes widen as you covered your face “Oh shit, I’m so sorry” you muttered. He pulled your hands away and pulled you in a hug. “I think it’s super cute baby girl, and by the way thanks for all those compliments.”

Matthew: “I know you’ve never loved the sound of your voice on tape“

“Look at what I found baby” Matt came running in to your room, waving a tape in his hand. It was labeled “(y/n) singing”. “Matty!” you yelled, you did not want him to see, you hated the sound of your voice on tape. It made you feel insecure about yourself and you hid your face. Matt played the tape even past your protests. As the tape started playing, you peeked up to see that Matt had his eyes closed, his head kind of nodding as he heard you sing. Suddenly, his eyes opened and he had a huge smile on his face. “Baby, you didn’t tell me you were so good” he said, walking over to you. “I’m not good, I hate the sound of my voice on tape.” you mumbled looking down at your feet. “But I love it, you have a beautiful voice and it’s adorable, so don’t you ever think otherwise” he told your sternly before giving you a soft kiss on your lips, then he took your hands guiding you to dance with him around the room.

Jack J:“You never want to know how much you weigh, you still have to squeeze into your jeans”

You hated checking your weight, you were never the skinny type but Johnson’s previous girlfriends had been skinny, it made you insecure and you never let him know of your weight. But the time had come for your doctor visit, Jack decided to tag along because he had nothing better to do. “(Y/N)” the doctor said “We need to take your weight, please follow me.” You took a nervous gulp and stood up. “Stay here JJ” you muttered to him and you followed the doctor. You stepped onto the scale, and your doctor fiddled with the top part of it before speaking out the numbers you didn’t want to hear. “150 pounds” she started and you quickly stepped of the scale, tears burning the back of your eyes.”Hey baby” Jack said from behind you. You quickly whipped around glaring at Jack. “I told you to stay, I didn’t want you to hear about my weight!” you stalked past him and back into the room. “(y/n) what’s wrong baby?” he whispered kneeling in front of you as you took a seat. “I’m fat! That’s what it is!” you screeched out and then the angry tears fell. “Baby, I don’t care if your 150 pounds, that’s a perfect weight okay? I love you very much, I couldn’t care less about those stupid numbers. It’s all about who you are, not those numbers” he pulled you close to him as you cried into his shoulder. You knew that Jack loved you for who you are and those numbers did not matter to him at all.

Jack G:”You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you”

“Jack?” you mumbled as you snuggled into him.”Yeah baby?” he said turning slightly towards you. “Am I fat?” you whispered hating how vulnerable you sounded to your ears. “What? No of course not! Why would you think that?” he asked his voice raising higher. “The fans, they keep telling me all these things, they hate me because they think I’m going to use you like your previous girlfriend. I hate myself so much more because of them” you whispered, tears sliding down your cheeks. “Hey, hey don’t cry” he mumbled, kissing away the tears from your face. “Don’t listen to them alright? You’re absolutely perfect and they shouldn’t matter to you.” “But they do, Jack. They’re you fans and if they hate me then it hurts a lot, their words hurt me” you mumbled. “They don’t matter because I love you. My love overpowers anything the say. I know you’ll never love yourself like I do, but that’s okay. My love is enough to help you love yourself. And I’ll be here through each step of the way” he kissed the top of your forehead making sure you were safe in his arms. He was right, his love for you was so strong, it ruled out every other person’s hate. Him loving you mattered more to you and you knew he would help you love yourself too.

Shawn:”And you’ll never treat yourself right darlin’ but I want you to”

“Just one more” you whispered to yourself, as the blade pierced into your skin. Blood gushed through the cut and you tried wiping it away but it was too deep. You held the tissue to your skin and you heard a knock on the bathroom door. Shit. Shawn was not supposed to be here. You let out a weak “I’m in here” to him. “Hey baby, open the door” he said through the door. “NO! I mean hold on a second”. Minutes passed but your cuts still bled and no matter what you tried it wouldn’t stop. “(Y/N), open the door!” he said about three or four times but you did not reply to him. “That’s it I’m opening the door” he shouted at you before he busted open the door and his eyes widened in shock as he saw you sitting there with blood on multiple tissues, scattered across the floor. “Shawn I-” before you could finish the sentence, Shawn was by your side and he took the blade, throwing it down the toilet and flushing it. Turning to you he scooped you up like a baby in his arms and took you to your bedroom. He held you in his arms, cleaning up your cuts silently as you cried. “Shawn I’m sorry” “No (y/n) I’m sorry, I can’t believe I didn’t notice this.” “It’s not your fault Shawn” “But why aren’t you treating yourself right? You’re absolutely beautiful, don’t harm your body baby.” “I’m sorry Shawn” you mumbled, ashamed. He pulled you both under the covers as he held you delicately like a glass. “I want you to treat yourself right and I promise we’ll get there, together.”

Carter: “If I let you know I’m here for you,Maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you“

Your boyfriend hadn’t spoke to you in weeks, and you were absolutley broken. Carter was on tour and it hurt to know that he didn’t care. Currently, you curled up on the couch, crying as you sent him a message. “Carter, I’m so sorry I was a bad girlfriend. Please tell me what to fix and I’ll do it. I hate myself for not being good enough. I’m so sorry for whatever I did.” Still with no reply you sighed the tears streaming down your face again. Suddenly hearing a knock on the door, you went to open it. Standing there was Carter with a bunch of flowers and a huge teddy bear that had “I miss you” across its chest. “CARTER!” you screamed, throwing yourself at him, he stumbled a bit laughing and set you down after a bit. “Why didn’t you reply to any of my messages? I was so-” “My phone stopped working baby girl and I saw how upset you were on twitter and stuff, so I quickly booked a flight and came here. I just want to be here for you all the time to help you love yourself and I’m so sorry I made you hate yourself even more” he told you and you pulled him into a hug, holding tight.”I love you so much Carter. “I love you too baby girl”

on being an overweight martial artist

“you don’t look like a martial artist”

I recently injured myself in taekwondo class and had to see a doctor and get X-rays. the visit was pretty routine, check your height, weight, blood pressure, and then sit in a room forever until the doc comes in so you can explain why you’re there, even though you already explained it to the receptionist, and to the nurse who checked your vitals, and to the X-ray technician

so as I was telling the story for the umpteenth time, doc interrupted me and said “you don’t look like a martial artist.” I paused and asked him what he meant. He replied, “well, you’re not all cut and muscular, how long have you been doing this?? why did you start?”

He meant it lightheartedly but those words cut deep. Because the answer was that I originally started martial arts training to lose weight, and since then I’ve continued training out of love for the art and the desire to grow in it, but it made me feel like a failure because I haven’t lost all the weight. And I’ve been training for 2 years. shouldn’t I look like a martial artist by now?

but then I started thinking, what does a martial artist even look like? no, I don’t have six pack abs or bulging biceps. I’m generally warm and inviting, even to strangers, so I’m not that intimidating. actually, I can be pretty clumsy sometimes (I’ve spilled my coffee more times than I can count) so unless I have my belt around my waist you may not know that I train, everyday.

but in the dojang my heart pounds and my face glistens with sweat. my feet bounce and my hands are up. my kihaps are loud and command the attention of the whole room. my kicks are strong with the full force of my weight behind them. not only do I know my poomsae form, but I know yours too and I’ll run it with you if you need a refresher. it ends kick/low block/punch not low block/kick/punch. I love to spar (especially full contact), even if I’m not good at it yet, and I won’t miss any opportunity to practice. yes, I’ll go another round. sure, I don’t need a break. when we’re practicing kicks or doing an exercise, I’m a dedicated partner and will make sure you finish strong too, even if that means forgoing my turn or doing extra sit-ups. I praise first (“nice kick!”) and critique second (“a little higher!”) and only if it’s requested.

I bow to the mat and greet my masters properly. I don’t speak out of turn, and I defer to the wisdom of the upper belts, even if I think my way would be better. when my grandmaster praises me, I smile wide, and when he scolds me, I listen and correct the behavior. while I may be sassy at times, I’m teachable and appreciate any correction I get because it means they’re watching me and paying attention. I study the Korean language intensively, as well as the roots of my forms and art

the other day my instructor told us to raise up our intensity since we’re all advanced belts. everyone in the room was at least a blue belt except for me. he looked me right in the eyes and said “you’re yellow for now but a black belt in heart.” I can’t describe how that made me feel!

so what if I’m still overweight? maybe it’ll take me another 2 years to lose the rest. maybe I don’t visibly look intimidating, muscular, or what others think of when they think of martial arts. that doesn’t matter.

what matters is that I am trying. the dojang is a sacred home to me, a place where I can overcome any fear or obstacle with enough determination and practice. the students are my family, we laugh and cry together. my grandmaster is like a father I never had, caring not only about my progress in his class but also in life in general. I am a martial artist, even if I don’t look like one.

Being pressured really uh..doesn’t help you know? I’ve been trying to do things and correct my body but I get shot down every time from one of my family members hinting towards my you know chubby features ( which ain’t even bad ) by saying ’ Hey lemme check your weight ’ - ’ We are going on diets this week ’ - ’ Tomorrow we’ll go to the gym ’. Yeah really obvious that their saying to loose weight when I’m at a perfect weight for my age??? Plus my brother calls me names everyday, so I’m use to it

uncle-vester  asked:

All I need to now is how to keep that motivation that I have initially?... Over the course of 1.5 years I've gained about 15lbs by eating healthy and lifting inconsistently. I just need help.

Don’t look for motivation, look for discipline instead.

The past doesn’t count, every day is a new challenge. Forget what you’ve been doing for the past few months, years, because it doesn’t matter.

Take 1 hour in the weekend and write down your goals for the next 3 months and how you will achieve it on a weekly basis. Focus on weekly goals, every Sunday check your progress; weight, visual progress …

I have been training for 3 years and every day I feel like I’m beginning fitness. Because I challenge myself! I know there is nothing worst than getting in my comfort zone. Because nothing great happens to people who stay in their comfort zone.

You’re better than you think.

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Dear my sixteen year old self,

Don’t check your weight after that day at the beach.

It was perfectly fine.

Don’t compare your BMIs to those celebrities.

BMIs are not measurements of how skinny someone is, they are used to make sure you are healthy. You were, at the time.

Don’t research diets until your head hurt.

You never liked celery anyways.

Don’t reject your friends phone calls.

Just because they didn’t know exactly what was happening with you, that doesn’t mean they weren’t worried out of their minds.

Don’t ignore your mom when she tells you you’ve lost a lot of weight.

She was right.

Don’t let it get so far that you end up in the hospital.

You don’t want to see the look on your parents’ faces. You’ll never forget it.

Don’t tell them that they don’t understand you.

They do.

Don’t say that you don’t want help.

You do.

Just breathe and take it one bite at a time.

- Me, two years later, recovered

One night stand gone wrong- Jack Gilinsky ft. Sammy Wilkinson Pt. 7

It’s been about 4 and a half months since I first found out I was pregnant, and I was finally starting to show a little bit more. Jack was trying to be as involved as he could be, but with his and Johnson’s career on the rise, it was harder due to him being in the road. Sammy and I have been together, but we haven’t made anything official yet. I was nervous to make things official; what if Sammy decided he suddenly wanted out?

I was getting ready for another ultrasound today; Jack and I were going to find out the sex of our child. Jack had mentioned that he wants a boy, but I think he secretly wants a little girl that he can spoil. I pulled my V-neck on, noticing how it started to stretch slightly uncomfortably over my stomach. I sighed and brushed my hair, throwing on some lip gloss and going downstairs. I was greeted first by Sammy with a light kiss on my lips, then by Jack, Johnson, Nate, and Swazz. They all wanted to come with and find out the news with us. I gave them all a smile and stepped off the stairs.

“You guys ready?” I asked, grabbing the car keys for my SUV.

“Hell yeah, lil mama” Nate said, jumping up and rubbing his hands together. “Let’s find out if we got a little Jack 2.0 on our hands” he said, causing me to laugh. I walked outside, my fingers interlaced with Sammy’s. The boys got into the back of my car, and Sammy stopped me before I could walk over to the driver’s side.

“You know I’m here for you no matter what, right Y/N?” he said, almost reading my mind of the insecurities I had. I smiled and him and pecked his lips.

“Of course” I said before walking over to the driver’s side and sliding in. Sammy got into the passenger seat and turned on the radio after I started the car. “Shut Up and Dance” by Walk the Moon came on.

“Oh, this is my Jam!” Johnson said from the backseat, belting out the words. I laughed and joined in, and soon my car turned into a karaoke session. It was like old times, before things got complicated. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw Jack singing along, the biggest smile on his face. It was a beautiful sight, seeing him happy for the first time in months.

The 25 minute drive to the OBGYN was filled with many songs and laughs, and I couldn’t help but feel giddy about everything. We walked into the doctor’s office, and I could immediately feel all the stares from everyone around us. I knew how strange it looked right now, 5 guys, 1 girl who’s pregnant; but they could at least be a little less obvious about it. I walked up to the receptionist and checked in as the boys went and sat down. The receptionist told me it would be about 15 minutes until I got called back, so I went and sat down with the guys.

“Yo, Y/N, did you know you could give birth in a bathtub?” Swazz said, showing me a picture out of the brochure he was reading. I glanced at the picture and made a face.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’ll be happening” I commented, causing Swazz to laugh and set the brochure down. I grabbed Sammy’s hand instinctively, and he looked down at me and smiled. I glanced around at everyone else in the waiting room. It was filled with happy, stable couples, and I was suddenly envious of all of them. They all knew what they were doing with their life, and here I was, knocked up by one of my best friends and dating another.

“Y/N Y/L/N” the nurse called from the doorway. I stood up, along with the rest of the boys. The nurse gave us all a questioning look before stepping aside and letting us through.

“Alright Ms. Y/L/N, we’re going to check your weight first, so if you’ll just step onto the scale to your right” She gestured to the machine and I stepped on.

“147. That’s about a 19 pound gain. That’s slightly above normal for being 4 and a half months along. But nothing to be worried about” She said giving me a reassuring smile. I stepped off the scale and walked into the room, followed by the rest of the boys.

“Alright, now you’re here to find out the sex of the baby, correct?” The nurse asked me as I sat up on the examination table, the boys taking various seats around the room. I nodded my head in response to her question. She pulled out a tape measure and asked me to lie down on my back and pull my shirt up, revealing my stomach.

“Well you stomach is measuring about 4 weeks ahead. So while you’re only 18 weeks along, you’re measuring like you’re 22 weeks. Again, it’s above normal, especially for someone of your original height and weight. But the doctor will address all of that when she comes in” The nurse gave me another smile, and I glanced at Sammy and Jack, who both had worried expressions on their faces.

“Does that mean something’s wrong with the baby?” Jack asked, sitting up.

“Typically, no. But we won’t know for sure until we look at the ultrasound” The nurse answered his question. She took the cold gel and squirted it on my stomach, giving me shivers. I looked at the monitor anxiously; I couldn’t wait to find out if we were having a boy or girl. The nurse moved the probe around my stomach, trying to find the lower half of my child.

“Well they’re a stubborn one” She muttered under her breath after 10 minutes of searching and not finding anything.

“Must take after the father then” I laughed, winking at Jack. He blushed and looked down.

“Wait, I think I may have found it” The nurse said, looking closer at the screen. The boys all stood up and crowded around my head, wanting to see for themselves.

“Well, Y/N, congratulations. Looks like you’re having a baby boy” She said, turning to me and smiling. Tears welled up in my eyes as I heard the boys congratulating Jack and I. I felt Sammy kiss my forehead and whisper his own congratulations in my ear. I looked up at him and gave him a soft smile.

“Hmm, that’s strange” I heard the nurse say, causing me to look at her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, suddenly very worried. I grabbed both Sammy and Jack’s hand, needing their support.

“Give me just one second” she said, and she went back to looking at my stomach at the monitor. She stopped the probe around the top of my stomach. She pressed some buttons on her computer, and suddenly our baby boy’s heartbeat filled the room. Except it sounded different from the last time; it was twice as loud, and it sounded like it had an echo.

“Why does it sound like that?” Sammy asked before I could.

“That is a second heartbeat. It’s very rare to have missed the second child this late in the pregnancy, but it’s possible. We can try and find out the other sex today if you’d like, however, it seems as though he or she likes to play hide and seek” the nurse explained to us.

“Wait, what? Second child?” I questioned, at a loss for words.

“Yes, Ms. Y/L/N, you’re pregnant with twins”


; baby drama! oh jeeez. Hope you guys like this part, and as always, please give me feedback! and requests are open. Enjoy your Saturday! ;

Preferences #8: Your Insecure About Your Weight.

A/N: I suck so bad at writing help pls. this will never get a note ok.

Requested: Yes.

Word Count: 1,272

Ashton: So he would vocally tell you and he wouldn’t want you feeling so low to a point to where it came to this ‘vv’ so he’d call you what you where; hot, sexy, perfect ect.

You where sprawled out on your bed, peering at your stomach. Your tank top was curled up revealing your golden skin, your hand traced across. A sickening feeling raised up from your gut, before you met Ashton you where confident about you weight but now you noticed all the models and fans that appeared thinner than you. “Hello baby!” Ashton bellowed from the front door, a floor beneath you. You yanked down your shirt and seating yourself to seem casual. “Why are you sitting in the bedroom in silence?” Ashton snickers, puzzled as he walks through the entrance of your room. “I’m… not sure,” You reply, chuckling nervously, itching your wrist, something you always did when you where restless. “Uh OK? I got us a chippy, saving you making dinner.” He studied your movements, as your nails scrapped against your flesh, leaving dry white lines. “I’m not hungry.” You object, 'this is my chance to start losing weight,’ you thought, “Liar. You’re always hungry.” Ashton fought back, you stayed quiet, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You’re not going to stop eating are you?” He asked sarcastically, taking the food out of the bag and placing it on the sheets of the bed. “Skipping one meal doesn’t mean I’m going to do it for the rest of them.” You point out, angry. “I don’t want this to become a regular thing, you always eat your food.” Ashton states, relaxing down with you. “Why can’t you let this go? Models don’t eat! So why should I?” You snapped, slapping your hands against your thighs in frustration. Ashton’s arms coated around you as these words slipped off the end of your tongue, “Models are over-rated, It’s all Photoshop babe. I love the size you are. Plus, I think it’s hot when you eat,”

Calum: is horny 25/8 so obv i made it dirty at the end… kinda, but I guess that’s how’d he show you, by making you feel loved mostly.

Groaning and checking his phone, again, this was Calum’s routine for every five minutes it took for you to decide on what you wanted. You had been in the changing rooms for over an hour trying on dresses, Calum suggested. “Nothing fits!” You shout, tossing the clothing onto the seat. “Are you all right in there Y/N?” Calum quizzed, knocking faintly on the door. “No! All of the dresses are to small, how can I go from size _ to size _,” You grumble, unlatching the lock, and allowing Calum in, in spite of the fact you where only in your bra and panties. “Sweetie, It’s all good in the hood,” Calum simpered, gazing down at you, making a small smile form on your lips. “You gain weight and you lose it incessantly.” Calum informed you, the pads of his fingers grazed the sides of your hip bones, his warm breath casting over your jaw. “What can I do to change that?” He smirks, noticing the affect he had hypnotized on you. “Everything.” You began, slowly spinning round and tangling your limbs around Calum’s neck and lower back. “Anything.”

Michael: He would panic so bad and he would worry a lot in any situation it was this one is just an idea not much reality but sorry.

All the hate was directed at you and you where addicted to reading these narcissistic comments of what the 'fans’ had to say about you. 

@HaterTwitter: So fat, lol he’s only datin tht loser so she feels better

@HaterTwitter2: Eww I need to get a new laptop after seeing her weight and ugly face on it! She broke my fking screen. @YourTwitter, I need to send the bill to you whats your bin number? ha!

@HaterTwitter3: Poor @YourTwitter when are u going to get to losing that weight you keep promising to work off. oh wait that means u need to get off your fat ass, looks like we wont be getting what Mikey wants to see :( Soz michael.

You screeched, flipping your laptop over as tears gazed over your pupils. The screen smashed when contact was made with your carpet, a long thin and jagged line shot across the monitor but the last thing on your mind was that computer that got you so upset and insecure about how you feel about yourself. No one should ever tell you how to feel and how much weight you need to cut off, because they too have many flaws. Your shaky hands searched for your phone, but it was lost in the avalanche of pale blue covers. “Michael,” You wailed, you needed him with you the most and he was out, living life to the fullest at some party with prettier girls. “Please come home, I can’t do this.” You hiccuped, crawling into the bathroom. The weight of your body was intolerable but you managed to twist the taps of bathtub.

You wore nothing but a t-shirt and black lace panties as you slid into the boiling hot water, it edging below the rim of the plastic. You took a sharp breath of oxygen before descending into what felt as an ocean. You head hit against the base your eyes darting open with air bubbles floating from your lungs. A faint screaming off your name was hit from wall to wall. Hands pulled you from underneath the abyss of heat and you air surrounded you instead. “Y/N I seen the messages and I know you have. You could have drowned sweetie, what where you doing and if you did drowned I don’t know what I would do without my baby,” The tears from your eyes splattered into the bath as Michael swayed you side to side. “What they say is true though, maybe I should lose some.” You cried into his damp top with your nails digging into his spine, “Never, because then you’ll be at the gym all the time and we won’t have time alone and that’s a most certain no.” He rambled, petting your forehead repeatedly. “I was trying to clear my mind Mike not drown myself,” You cleared out, “It’s a really crazy way,” He muttered, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

Luke: Luke would just slip into the bathroom to just brush his teeth and it would lead to him seeing on the weight scales, constantly swapping feet to see if it made a difference but he’d just bin anything really that made you consider your weight or size. (plus i ran out of ideas soorrry!)

The scale was not your best friend. The numbers it showed you where not your friends. The beauty it did not show you, where your acquaintances. Your nicely painted nail polish where the only thing you admired when you looked down and that was all. “Now why is such a gorgeous beauty like you checking her lying weight,” Luke whistled, lifting you off the silver metal and situating you on the border of the sink placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “They always lie, I don’t know why such things exists. All it does is bring teenagers down.” He scoffed, his thumb tracing over your chin, his pupils wandering to your toned tummy and thighs, his teeth chewing on his gum, the sight of you was enough for Luke “Fuck, you’re so perfect. We’re binning that trashy thing tomorrow. I hate watching you check out your weight. It’s bullshit.”

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Title: For you, I will fight
Rating: T
Summary: Sakura Haruno was finally happy; the war was over, her best friends just got married, Sasuke Uchiha was no longer a rouge nin, and she was continuing her work as a medic but an unexpected suprise threatens to burst her euphoric bubble and she will soon begin a battle that she must face alone and no amount of ninjustu will help her win.
A/N: Here’s chapter two! (kind of a day early) hope you all like it, and thank you for the very nice feed back (im keeping the ones in my inbox btw) 

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Chapter 2 : 6-11 weeks 

Another two weeks went by, she was finally kind of excited to go to her next appointment with Tsunade. She might even be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat.

She was also excited to be that much closer to 12 weeks, she read that after the 1st trimester the nausea would go away. She was so looking forward to that, there was no way she could go through this entire pregnancy barely eating.

It was the end of her shift when she went to Tsunade’s office, she was sitting at her desk doing paper work.

“Hello, Tsunade-sama.” She greeted cheerfully.

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BSM: You're insecure about your weight - Requested (Narry Only)
  • Harry: You stared at your reflection in the mirror. Frowning, you turned a little to the side and cocked your head. Then, without breaking eye contact with yourself, you turned full profile. Stood straighter, slouched, bent over, reached your arms up. Nothing looked quite right to you. Except when you sucked in your belly. That looked better. It felt better. But not when you relaxed and it went back to normal. "How do they do it?" you wondered. "How do all those beautiful models on TV or in magazines have such flat stomachs?" Realizing you sounded silly, you figured that you were probably fine and just needed to check your weight. "Harry?" you called, popping your head from behind the bathroom door. "(Y/N)? I thought you were going to take a shower. What do you need?" he called back. "Oh I am I'm just letting the water warm up. Um, do you know where the scale is?" you asked. "Umm, it should be under the sink. Why do you need it?" he asked. "No reason. Thanks," you locked the door, avoiding the question. You got the scale out from under the sink, set it on the floor, and tapped it to make sure it was working. You took a deep breath, and stepped on. The digital numbers blinked for a few seconds before showing you the number. 110 pounds. Tears stung your eyes. This seemed overweight for a thirteen year old. Sure, you ate a lot, but it was all good stuff. You just hated your pudgy stomach and you hated how squishy everything was and you hated the way you looked. You couldn't see your hip bones unless you were lying down and your stomach seemed to catch everything you ate. Harry knocked on the door. "(Y/N)? Is everything okay? Why do you need the scale?" He sounded concerned. You collected yourself and opened the door. "Yeah, everything's fine." Lie. "I just wanted to check my weight, that's all. Just curious." Lie. He looked right through them. He grabbed your shoulders and looked down at you. "You know that I think you're beautiful, right?" he asked. You nodded. "You know that there is nothing wrong with you and that you look they way you should, right?" You nodded again. "Well, why are you suddenly so obsessed with your weight?" You shrugged. "Well, darling, if you ever need a talk, you know where I live." He kissed your head, did a cheesy gun point finger thing, and backed out of the door, shutting it behind him.
  • Niall: Tears sprung from your eyes as you threw your pillow at the wall. You were fed up with all of the twitter hate on you that just came up for no good reason, and it all seemed to target the one thing you were most insecure about: your weight. Few people knew this, since you always loved to eat everyone just assumed you were okay with your body. Nobody knew that you thought you looked like a marshmallow, and nobody knew that you constantly wanted to die because of all the stupid internet stuff. "Hey, whaddya want for dinner?" you heard Niall call. His voice grew closer to your room. "I was thinkin' chicken, or maybe pizza. Whatever you wa- hey, what's wrong?" He stopped talking when he opened the door on you in a puddle of pillows and tears. Your brother sat next to you and started humming until you had calmed down. You lifted your eyes to look at his beautiful blue ones. "What's wrong, little bird?" he asked. He called you little bird ever since you were 1 and said your first word, which was bird. "Um," you said as you straightened up and wiped your tears. "Nothing?" Your brother rolled his head on his shoulder and looked at you. You took a deep breath and spilled everything. He listened to every word carefully. When you were done, you had erupted into tears again and he was hugging you and rocking you back and forth. "It's okay," he whispered. "I still love you no matter what. My favorite weight is yours and my favorite tummy is yours and my favorite arms are yours and my favorite body is yours and my favorite person is you, and it always will be no matter what happens.