give as you live

                                500 of you!? thanks for the support!

well look at that! so many of you here and i’m wondering why, i’m such a trash and yet you all pick me and there are no words i could use to describe the amount of support you all give me! thank you for being part of my live! being big or not i still appreciate every each of you here and i can’t thank you all enough! i never thought i would be reaching this big milestone or even seeing myself keeping this blog after many stuff happened but here i am again stronger as ever and it’s all thanks to you guys supporting me when i needed it! i can’t ask for better mutuals!

some special mentions under the cut!

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i came out of hospital pretty bloated (it’s gone down a bit now) but i’m so proud of myself because i just brushed it off and didn’t fuss much about it and loved my body through it!!! it’s only something little, but i’m feeling positive with my body, even though i’m pretty stressed with everything else, my body isn’t on the list, and that’s just something i’m proud of!! my body is my home. it holds my soul. my heart and my mind. and, that’s enough to love it endlessly. and, i’m proud of all you warriors that try your hardest to love your body with bloating, or scars, or marks, or anything else!!! you are doing great!! i love body posi and the outlook it gives you on life, to just go out there and live your life whatever body you have!! just loving body posi right now and want to change the world with it! we can do thissssssss 💛🌎✨🌸⭐️

anonymous asked:

Honestly how would I live without the bears you give me daily? I appreciate you.

aw, thank you for the kind ask!! I appreciate you too <3

anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness

anonymous asked:

You head canons give me LIFE

~*follow me for more soft human transmutation*~

  • *pidge voice* “alright two questions: 1. who put a ‘baby on board’ sticker on my lion because i’m going to kill them, and 2. where did you even get it??? we’re in space”
  • lance: *still holds a grudge on that girl in his 3rd grade class who borrowed his eraser during a test and never gave it back*
    • also lance: *would forgive you for stabbing him, probably*
    • he’s a complex guy
  • shiro’s actually the angriest person on the team, but no one can tell because he keeps the screaming on the inside
  • “keith speak texas for us”
  • allura suggests duels in the airlock to solve team issues. no one can tell whether she’s joking or not
  • coran is in constant awe of how inefficient the human body is. your retina are backwards? you still have five toes? what do you mean half of your species keeps their gametes in hanging sacks-?
  • keith is the ultimate rebel without a cause
    • always ready to fight the power
    • what power???? all of them
    • he’s like one of those little wind up toy cars. you point him in a direction, try to pull him back, and then watch him go lmao
  • *team blows up a galra supply store* hunk: “heh, I guess you could say that business……… is booming” “hunk shut your damn mouth”
Jungkook; Boyfriend Material

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Cooking (with dem sleeves rolled up, like BOI)

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Playing with dogs. Alway super cute with anyone

Originally posted by roselstra

That lip bite tho, like can you let me live please?

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Personal cuddle buddy

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Bare face and absolutely gorgeous 

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Lifting them weights

Now everybody say it with me; Jeon Jungkook is boyfriend material.

*I do not own any of these gifs*

So i decided to cosplay Sniper!Lance instead of generic 100% cannon Lance since I’m…really weak for the sniper lance thing. So I decided to design the gun! I’m probably gonna stick with this design unless you guys have feedback ;v; (which i would love to hear omg…..)  
I probably won’t be making this until the end of october tbh. 

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Agents of H.E.A.R.T.E.Y.E.S.  😍 😍 😍

Happy Father’s Day!

they’re dressed as lions bc they’re the pride of the family

adding more to the tsukkiyama parent AU~

Bonus:

!!!Giveaway is closed, thanks for you’re interest!!!

To celebrate Seventeen’s 2 year anniversary and their comeback I decided to give away 2 albums.

What are we giving away?

I’ll be giving away 2 of the new albums (Al1) with the cover of your choice. So, there’s 2 winners. I can’t promise that posters will be available by the time the winner is announced, but if they are they’ll be included.

Rules to enter:  

1. Must be following fyeahthe8, because this give away is for our followers. Checking out my personal blog is optional but very much appreciated.

2. Like and Reblog this post with the reason why you want to win the album and the country where you’re from. So, when reblogging add your reason and country underneath the post. I won’t read tags.

3. Have your ask box open, so I can contact you!!!

4. No giveaway blogs, I’ll check.

If you don’t fulfil rules above your entry won’t count.

When will I choose to announce the winners?

Let’s say I choose the winners on the 11th of June. I’ll message the winners first and give them 24hrs to reply. If there’s no reply within 24hrs I’ll choose a different winner.

** If you have any questions don’t hesitate and message us.
**The winner will of course be choosen randomly

anonymous asked:

so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.

WILD PEACHES  [AO3]

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The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time. 

It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.

The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”

Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—

(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)

Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.

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It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)

Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”

Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.

She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid. 

It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips. 

She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.

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