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!
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 💛🌎✨🌸⭐️
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.
!!!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
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
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.
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.