defined face

I do not define myself by how many roadblocks have appeared on my path.
I define myself by the courage I’ve found to forge new roads.
I do not define myself by how many disappointments I’ve faced.
I define myself by the forgiveness and faith I’ve found to start again.
I do not define myself by how long a relationship lasted.
I define myself by how much I have loved, and am willing to love again.
I do not define myself by how many times I’ve been knocked down.
I define myself by how many times I’ve struggled to my feet.
I am not my pain.
I am not my past.
I am that which has emerged from the fire.
—  Unknown

Throwback to when I tried to capture this beautiful boy looking beautiful in pencil :)

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parts; (two)

summary: in which you fall in love with a prince that has already fallen for someone else. 

word count: 1,465

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (no smut tho u nasties)

author’s note: track the tag crowns ft calum for updates!!

Calum Hood was one of your suitors. At least, that’s what his mother had said. Calum was another story, he didn’t seem too happy about being kind of forced to suit you. Yes, he thought you were attractive, but he had his eyes on a completely different person, someone whom his parents greatly disapprove of, and that pissed him off more than anything. If there’s one thing Calum knew about himself, it’s that he didn’t express his feelings very well through oral sentences, he’d rather stay quiet and let his passive aggressiveness show on his beautifully defined face.

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damn drug // junkrat x fem reader

word count: 448

description: junkrat loves her too damn much and its really obvious.

warnings: nsfw references (this wasn’t intended to be a reader insert at the start so please ignore stuff tht doesn’t make sense)

his heart aches. the pain is oddly comforting. she meant everything to him, but he’d never tell. “pretty, pretty, so pretty,” he murmurs, running a finger over her skin gently, holding her like a piece of glass in his arms as he left a trail of dark ash on her cheekbone. junkrat examines every line and crease defining her face, his gaze straight ahead as he gingerly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. her smell was intoxicating, a mixture of birthday cake with a touch of cotton candy, the fragrance giving him an addicting high.

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