flat heads

Inanimate appreciation

The only love i’ve come to know is the gentle and generic touch of my soft pillow. Dirtied with unrequited love interests, honey roasted peanut crumbs, and residual splotches of man-tears (because it’s ok if a man cries).
When in the moments of aggression, I abuse my pillow violently, releasing the anger that built up, but when was never released. When in the moments of love, I snuggle to my pillow tightly and caress its external pillow case as if it were the face of my fantasized lover, or just to have the feeling of my arms surround an object. When in moments of confusion and disarray, I simply lay the back of my head flat on its surface and contemplate my life decisions. No matter what the situation, my pillow has always been there for me. No matter how many times the world rejects me, my pillow awaits my arrival with the intent to heal, unlike the world and its broken promises.

MAKEUP BRUSH GUIDE

I know that it’s a little bit confusing reading about all those reviews about brushes or even makeup in general. But it doesn’t have to be that way! Makeup is supposed to be fun and I want to kill those confusions and doubts by showing to you guys what kind of makeup brushes you need to create every single look that you could think of. 

I hope this post could help girls especially those who are just starting to explore the world of makeups. I will be sharing the must have brushes as well as their functions to help you become familiarized with these essentials. :)

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2017 Grand National Roadster Show by B C

i fucked up so bad you guys

my style works, in theory, when you’re just seeing it straight on with no perspective involved

but like, when you think of it in a 3D environment where you HAVE to show the top of their heads at some point the world slowly collapses in on itself. i gotta animate this and explain why my character has an unnaturally flat head and that’s just how awkward their anatomy is

god. at no point did i, the creator, even consider this to be a problem if they were ever animated. why did i DO THIS to myself

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  • ALTERNATIVE TITLE: THE ONE WITH THE BLUE SCARF
  • : :
  • *outside Speedy's*
  • Molly: *approaching Mary* What's going on?
  • Mary: *grins* I found the father of your baby.
  • Molly: *wide-eyed* What? How...how do you even know who the father is?
  • Mary: *digging in her purse* I believe this belongs to the father of your baby *removes the scarf*
  • Molly: *groans* Oh God...he’s in there right now?
  • Mary: Yup.
  • Molly: *sighs* Let's get this over with.
  • Molly & Mary: *enter Speedy's*
  • Tom: *waving* Hi, Molls.
  • Molly: ...
  • Tom: *looking between them* So, what’s up?
  • Mary: *nudging her forwards* Well, Molly has something that she wants to tell you *gestures the scarf* while we're on the subject, I believe that this is your scarf.
  • Tom: No... *unzips his coat* this is my scarf.
  • Mary: ...
  • Mary: *looks at the scarf in her hand* Ah. Could I get anyone a coffee or...poison? No? Just for me? Okay *hurries off*
  • Tom: *concerned* What’s going on?
  • Molly: *sits opposite him* Nothing. Mary just... sort of made a mistake.
  • Tom: *smiles* I’m pleased Mary called. I know we broke up because you thought we weren't compatible. I was thinking...does that matter?
  • Molly: *hesitates* Tom...
  • Tom: We were perfect together *holds her hand*
  • Molly: I’m pregnant.
  • Tom: Oh. *drops her hand*
  • Tom: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: You can go.
  • Tom: Thank you *runs off*
  • LATER
  • *John & Mary's*
  • Sherlock: *staring at the baby*
  • John & Mary: *enter the flat*
  • Mary: *smiles* Hi. How was she?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Fine.
  • John: *lifts his daughter* There's my girl. Were you good for your Uncle?
  • Sherlock: *sighs*
  • Mary: *smirks* You love her really. You're a natural.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I'm going to have to get used to it.
  • John: *nods* Yes, you are.
  • Sherlock: *winds the scarf around his neck; smiles a little*
  • Mary: *looks up; points* That's your scarf?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Yeeeeeees.
  • Mary: ...
  • Sherlock: *shrugs on his coat* Goodnight *leaves*
  • Mary: *squeals with happiness*
The Oracle

A/N: I bring you the thing I had wanted to write in like forever: the saltiest reunion yet. But come on, did you really think I’d leave this character out? Not a chance.

Based on Flat Dreams by @pengychan. AU by @doodledrawsthings. Enjoy.

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Part 2 

“He is awake.”

“So soon?” Jheselbraum casts a look at at dimension 46’/, where Mabel Pines reaches to shake the hand of the monster they defeated only a year or so ago. “I would have expected at least a few more centuries.”

“I’m sure you know that time is relative.” The is a tone of amusement in the Ancient’s words. “It has been a lot longer than that.”

The Oracle takes that in, watching the events in Stanford’s home dimension play out, and hums in amusement, “‘A different form’,” she repeats to herself, “You couldn’t resist the irony, could you?”

The Axolotl chuckles, “Rather fitting, considering the many times humanity was deceived by him.”

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Request to draw Noya and Hinata complaining about padded sports bras in the changing room. Why even pad them? What’s the point? Up your game bra companies. More sport, less bra or something *snap snap*

Bonus request:

I love how Jack’s like “I must teach you the ways of Canada” in this extra, but what I love more is Bitty’s hair

I know that hair. That’s my hair. Normally his hair looks much more controlled than mine ever does but I know that hat thing. I recognised it instantly. So here’s some info about Bitty in beanies based on my experience

  1. Those little sticky-out bits? They’re the best part about wearing hats because you can put them on when your hair’s a mess and all that’s left are these cute lil curls sticking in various directions and implying that the hair underneath is all just nice pale-face-and-red-lipstick vintage curls instead of a Literal Disaster
  2. BUT
  3. Going inside is to be avoided at all costs. You have to take your hat off when you go inside. So at this stage I’d like to introduce you to Nineteen Thirties Hat Hair. The cute curls sticking out? Those are the only parts that won’t be flat against his head. He’ll look like an idiot. Jack will find it hilarious
  4. Now, in theory the fix for hat hair is to ruffle your hair a bit, and Bitty’s hair (unlike mine) might be able to put up with such treatment. But if there’s one universal rule about curls its that you do not touch them. You can’t make curls neater. You shower in the morning, put whatever product you use in, and then hope it stays nice for the rest of the day because every touch, light breeze, sudden movement will only speed the transition from curly to fluffy. The shorter your hair, the more this is true
  5. And the entire point of this post is for you to consider the two possible outcomes for a truly curly-haired Bitty wearing a hat:

The 1930s hat hair:

Very flat, then suddenly wild. A lot less pretty in real life.

Or, the mad scientist look:

And now I desperately want to see Bitty with either of these hairstyles

My top 10 tips for neurodiverse students!

1: Set yourself alarms and reminders for yourself on your phone. e.g at 8am it’ll go off and say ‘you need to read X journal today’ or ‘essay due next tuesday’

2. Make a checklist of everything you need in order to study, e.g textbooks, pens etc. When you leave your house for uni, make sure you’ve ticked everything on your list so you haven’t forgotten anything.

3. Find somewhere quiet to work, if your house/flat is too noisy, head to the library or other study areas. Many universities and colleges have accessable rooms to students with learning differences and disabilities, make use of them!

4. Apply for DSA! It is such a huge help. - DSA is disabled students allowance. (UK ONLY) It is a government funded benefit that enables us access to things such as mental health support, free laptop with learning assisting software, printing credits, book credits etc.

5. Listen to music. I find listening to classical music helps me study, and keeps me relaxed while i am reading/writing. It also helps me to block out distractions.

6. Take breaks! If you are getting stressed because you are losing your focus or there’s too much sensory stimuli around you, take a break and come back to it later.

7. Nourish your body. Remember to eat and drink!

8. E-mail your lecturers if you are stuck, trust me they like it when you ask them for help, don’t sit in silence. I am well respected in my college at Uni because I struggle, yet go to the lecturer when I need help, and they are always happy to point me in the right direction.

9. Forgive yourself, we all make mistakes.

10. Schedule ahead, sometimes tasks take us longer than someone neurotypical, allow yourself extra time to do things e.g reading, or getting to an appointment/meeting.

I hope this helps!

-Fran

Hey everyone!!!! I’m going to do a BIG Christmas raffle!!!!! 

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How to enter:

1. You must guess whats in the box (I will give a hint everyday till someone guesses right) 

2. If you win a round, you get 1 entry into the raffle to win the big prize! 

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I will keep putting up different rounds till I get enough entries. I will raffle the winner on Christmas day!!!!!! 

Rules:

- Must be following me

- No cheating 

- 2 guesses for each person on each round 

- No teaming up 

- No fighting on who guessed it first 

And you pretty much get it. 

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The BIG prize goes to the person raffled out on Christmas day! 

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PRIZE : They will get a full body drawing, colored and shaded of whatever they want. A flat colored head shot drawing of whatever they want. A shout-out from me! A big “Merry Christmas” from me ON Christmas day! ^^ 

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Comment your guesses !!!Bellow!!! (DON’T SEND THEM TO ME) 

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Feel free to reblog to spread the word 

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ROUND 1 

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Hint for today - Its a sans

Originally posted by mamaito

“Hydros,” Achilles said. Water-snake. It was dun gray, and its flat head hung brokenly to the side. Its body still trembled a little, dying.

Weakness sluiced through me. Chiron had made us memorize their homes and colors. Brown-gray, by water. Quick to anger. Deadly bite.

“I did not even see it,” I managed. He threw the thing aside, to lie blunt-nosed and brown among the weeds. He had broken its neck.

“You did not have to,” he said. “I saw it.”

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What’s in your toolkit? 

I got a new tool bag today and while I had everything out, I thought I’d share what I carry around! 

  • 18" Tool Bag 
  • Spinning Wire Stripper 
  • Katapult Wire Stripper 
  • Electricians Tool 
  • Vise Grips 
  • Lineman’s Tool, two sizes 
  • Slip Joint Pliers Channel Lock Pliers, two sizes 
  • C-Wrench and Tether 
  • Gloves, All Black 
  • Gloves, Not All Black 
  • Ear Protection 
  • Safety Glasses 
  • Precision Screw Drivers 
  • Hex Key Set 
  • Zip Ties 
  • Hair Pin 
  • Tweaker 
  • Tweezers 
  • Collapsing Scissors 
  • Electrical Tape 
  • Neck Lamp 
  • Flat Head Screwdrivers, four sizes 
  • Philips Head Screwdrivers, two sizes 
  • Needle Nosed Pliers, four sizes 
  • End Snips 
  • Diagonal Cutters, three sizes 
  • Pencil 
  • Pen 
  • Folding Knife, partially serrated 
  • Multi-tool, Leatherman Rebar 
  • Multimeter 

A lot of this is not everyday use stuff, but things that I either don’t want to share or borrow, have a specific preference about, or don’t trust a venue to have. There are also things that are in there because I may have needed it once and not had it so now it goes in the bag every time.

The wedding website has a “how did you meet” section

A village was having sheep stolen by a dragon.  So the elders conferred, and decided that they should take the brightest and youngest woman in the village, and ask her to make the modem work.  Which she did.  This being done, the elders put up an ad on Craigslist, asking for warriors to kill the dragon.  Two warriors responded.  But the elders promised the job to both of them, thinking that competition for it could keep the warriors from unionizing.

The elders were not well-liked.

Both warriors traveled far, through snow and plain, over water and under sky, to reach the dragon’s lair.  When they arrived at the same time, they saw one another and approached, swords ready but not drawn.

“The elders gave you this job too?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” he said.  "And offered a flat rate for the head.  So either we bring it in together, and neither of us makes rent this month -“

"Or we fight, and the winner gets the dragon.”  She drew her sword.  "First blood?  You’re cute, I don’t want to kill you.“

"And I don’t want to die.  So that sounds good.”  And he blushed as he drew his own sword, because he thought she was cute, too.

They fought for a night and a day, the barren hills outside the lair ringing with the clash of their steel.  She was stronger, but he was quicker.  He was cunning, but she was trained.  All things considered, they complemented one another very well.

At the dawn of the second day, they lay there, spent, neither able to lift their sword.  No blood had been drawn.

“Well, neither of us is fighting a dragon today,” she said.  "You want to get sushi?“

"I really do,” he said.  "I think you’re cute too.“

They left hand in hand.  The dragon, irritated from having been kept up all night by the sounds of fighting, burned down the elders’ homes.

(The warriors made rent that month.  But that’s a different story.)

whatever you do, do not imagine isak heading towards the church to meet his parents when suddenly even calls him and he’s crying and asking him to come over. and isak doesn’t hesitate and immediately gets to even’s place. when he wants to knock on the door, he notices that it’s already open so he just heads inside, noticing what a mess the flat is. then he heads into even’s room, where even is laying on his bed and he’s pale and crying and isak just climbs up the stairs to his bed and pulls even into his arms while even keeps on crying and holding onto isak as tight as he can.

Credence Barebone Headcanons Pt. 2

• Credence Barebone is something that must be protected at any and all costs.

• But honestly, Credence deserved so much better than to be manipulated and used and beaten. He deserved better than to be ‘killed’ and attacked for his magic. CREDENCE DESERVED A HAPPY, NICE, LOVING HOME WHERE HE COULD GROW INTO THE POWERFUL WIZARD HE IS.

• Credence doesn’t simply just 'forget’ about everything that’s happened to him. Terrible things happened to him, and you can’t just erase that kind of stuff.

• But you can heal from it, and that’s precisely what Newt, Tina, Queenie, and Jacob try to help him accomplish.

• Every morning, like clockwork, Tina will stop by his and Newt’s flat, popping her head in for a quick good morning (and perhaps a breakfast of Jacob’s pastries too, if she’s not in too much of a hurry). She never hesitates or forgets to give Credence a comforting bug, because she knows how much he’s been starved of physical affection.

• Queenie usually stops by later, into midday, with Jacob in tow. He and Queenie are in a happy relationship and as far as Jacob knows, Credence and Newt are just really good family friends. He always has a new pastry for them to taste and checks his designs with them (he’s never really figured out why Newt keeps giving him odd looks when he brings out the Erumpet)

• So most of the day is spent snacking on pastries or in the suitcase, growing closer to the animals. Credence finds that they’re so much easier to be around than humans, and he can be assured that they won’t try to use him.

• Later, at dinner time, everyone comes over and Tina and Queenie magic a dinner before Jacob comes to join them after his bakery closes.

• Credence didn’t really come out of his room for the first few weeks, but once he’s realised that nobody is going to hurt him, that they all care for him, it’s surprisingly easy to spend a dinner with them all.

• And he lives like this, eating warm and delicious pastries, spending time with Newt’s creatures who have come to adore him as well, for as long as he needs to heal.

• I think I might be in love with Credence Barebone yeah I really love him.

Eggsy Imagine

could you please write an eggsy and plus size reader imagine please maybe they get in a fight and he says something about her weight and then he goes and becomes a kingsman so they dont make up but then he shows up again and they make up or something like that please. I love your imagines.


It had all started because you, yet again, pushed Eggsy, trying to convince him that you two should move into your own flat together. Now you two were standing in the middle of your flat scream your heads off. “Eggs, you need to get out of there! You have nothing going for you there, you hate that place!”

“My sister’s there! My mum’s there! I can’t just leave them there,” he shouted.

“Your mum chose to live with that awful man! She chose to have a kid with him and she chooses to do nothing. The best thing you can do is leave, make a good life for yourself, and be able to provide for her and your sister when she realizes that she was wrong.”

“When are you going to realize that you’re wrong, Y/N, huh? Forget this,” he grabbed his jacket and turned to leave.

“Fine, leave. Go out with the boys, drink your problems away.”

“I will and I’ll find a girl that’s fit like a real woman should be,” he snapped and slammed the door shut. You felt your heart break as the door closed. He knew how you felt about your body, being curvier and a little larger than the people they plastered in the magazines. He made it clear that he didn’t care anymore so you skulked into bed and let yourself cry.

*A year and a half later*

“Well thanks for calling to tell me,” you sarcastically said through your phone. Your best friend had just called to say she wasn’t going to meet you at the club, even though she was suppose to be there 40 mins ago. “Whatever, you better bring me a large coffee and my favorite candy tomorrow or I’m never talking to you again,” you threatened and hung up.

You grabbed your jacket and clutch purse and started your trek home. You went to cross a street when a car flew in front of you, causing you to drop your keys. “Dammit,” you cursed.

“Wait, I’ve got them,” a man in a suit was suddenly in front of you, grabbing your keys for you. When he stood up you took an automatic step back. “Y/N?”

“Eggsy….Um,” you held a hand open waiting for your keys. “Thanks for getting my keys.”

“My pleasure. How’s you been? You look exactly the same!” He put his hands in his pockets and smiled.

“I’ve been good. Sorry to disappoint. Well, I better be getting home,” you went to leave but he ran in front of you.

“Disappoint? Why would you disappoint me?”

“You made it pretty clear the day you left that my looks weren’t good enough for you, Eggs. And then, you know, you never came back so….”

“Y/N, I think about the things I said to you all the time. And I feel like such a dick,” he admitted. I went back to your place the second I got back to town but you weren’t there.”

“I moved out about 4 months after you left. I got my own place closer to the city.”

“Congratulations then. I’m glad you’re happy. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you just how sorry I am about what I said.” An awkward silence passed between the two of you. “So, why are you on your way home? A beautiful woman in a dress like that should be heading home this early on a Friday.”

“You remember Tessa? Well, she called me saying she wasn’t coming out after all so I’m going home.”

“How about, instead, you let me take you out for dinner.”

“So you can apologize some more?”

He grinned as you caught him, “That, and so we can catch up. Believe it or not this jerk misses you,” he sadly admitted.

“You still like that little chicken place by Logan’s Pub?”

A smile lit up his face, “Is there any place better?”

“Lead the way,” he looped an arm around yours and walked you down the street.

“So, what have you been up to?”

“Well….I work at a tailor now…”