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Billboard Fan Army Face Off           - NCT 127 - NCTzens!! Reblog this!!

It’s this time of year, guys. NCT 127 is in the Billboard Fan ARMY face off with the big-named artists, along with other big-named KPOP artists like EXO, BTS, Twice, T-ARA, BIGBANG, and more!

Please show our love and support by voting for NCT 127 and your other favorite artists!!

You can vote here. Yes, NCT 127 may or may not win, but it’s great to show them how much we love them! They have done so much for us so we should return the favor, right?

Now, you don’t have to vote for NCT 127. You can vote for your other favorite groups like GOT7, Infinite, Seventeen, and more. I understand that you may favor a group more than NCT 127, and I’m not going to argue because, it’s your preference. 

Have fun voting!

yungtsundere  asked:

Love your trans peter post! My head cannon is steve being trans. Back in the day, he was short and small like peter. How quick to violence people were with poor 1900's steve. The real reason he couldn't get into the army was because what was on his birth certificate. When Bucky told him to 'sell bonds/manufacture' instead of enlist, those were woman's jobs back then. The doctor hooked him up with the super soldier experiment, adding in extra procedures.

damn u right!! but okay- I’ve actually been meaning to talk about my trans Steve headcanon for quite some time now, so I’m just gonna info-dump a bunch of trans history and MCU interpretations right here. SO:

First of all, the setup of Steve Rogers as a short, scrawny boy who’s bullied and beat up all the time fits easily with how a trans man in the 1940s might have lived. This scene from Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) honestly looks like that cliche trans art trope where it’s like: “trans person looks in the mirror and their reflection is the right gender”. you know the one.

Later in that same scene, Bucky outright says that the reason he thinks Steve is joining the war is to “prove himself.” You could totally interpret this as Steve trying to shove himself into the absolute most masculine role in his society in order to reaffirm his own gender identity. 

Bucky is also incredibly worried about the consequences Steve will face if he is “discovered falsifying enlistment documents”. If you headcanon Steve as a trans man, this adds new depth to the stakes. Instead of lying about his respiratory issues and hometown, Steve would be lying about his sex assigned at birth. Which, given the state of the US in 1943, would’ve had even harsher punishment.

It’s also interesting that Dr. Abraham Erskine (the man who accepts Steve into the military) is a German scientist. In the early 1900s, the Germans were at the forefront of medical treatment for trans people. The first clinic to treat transgender people (Magnus Hirschfeld’s ‘Institute for Sexology’) opened in Germany in 1919. But as the Nazis came to power in the 1930s, many of the German scientists at this clinic migrated to the US to treat the trans people here. 

Steve is recruited by Dr. Abraham Erskine in 1943, which would be congruent with the time the German scientists from the ‘Institute for Sexology’ immigrated to the US. So, to clarify: a German-American doctor spends his life researching and creating a serum that instantly masculinized Steve via intra-muscular injection. I would like to point out that for trans men, testosterone is administered the same way. Also, this timeline just so happens to line up with a key point in the history of transgender medical treatment. Huh. Interesting.

In addition, the following quote by Dr. Abraham Erskine can easily lend itself to a discussion on transmasculinity:

“…the strong man who has known power all his life, may lose respect for that power, but a weak man knows the value of strength, and knows… compassion.”

and– hey, I just wanna point out the… interesting parallel… between the flag pole scene in Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

and the arrow scene in Mulan (1998)

…like wow… okay. there’s actually a lot of parallels between these two movies, (except in Mulan the protagonist enters the ‘male’ gender role out of necessity whereas Steve does so by desire, differentiating between a cross-dresser and a trans man) but I won’t go there today. nope.

Then the introduction of Peggy Carter leads Steve to question his existing perceptions of gender roles. He admits that “I guess I just don’t know why you’d join the army if you were… a woman” which, under this trans interpretation, could be Steve projecting his own relationship with gendered aspirations onto Peggy.

And god, that’s not even delving into how easily his ‘transformation sequence’ could fall into a trans narrative.

In the second act of the film when a woman hits on him, Steve responds with visible discomfort. When he first realizes that she’s hitting on him, his immediate reaction is to cover his chest.

The First Avenger mentions Steve’s lack of romantic/sexual experience many times throughout the film. Steve passes it off as ‘not having found the right partner yet’ but hypothetically– if he were a trans man, that could be another reason for his fear of sexual intimacy. If he’s #stealth and passing as male, then any form of sexual intimacy could risk his reputation and his ability to remain in the military. 

Oh, and did I mention? Statistically speaking, approximately 20% of the US transgender population serves (or has served) in the military. This is over double the rate of the cisgender population. So, tbh, it’s not unrealistic to have a trans character so adamant about enlistment, patriotism, or military life.

Anyways, yeah- Captain America’s story (especially in the MCU) definitely lends itself to an interpretation of Steve Rogers as a trans man.

Go save someone, Spiderboy (Peter Parker x reader PT 1)

Requested : I don’t know if you’re taking requests (if not ignore me sorry) but if you are can you do a super angsty Peter Parker x fem Reader where the reader gets hurt by someone Peter if fighting because she followed him or something and it’s just super angsty? I LOVE your writing btw ( @emily-ily2 )

Warnings: swearing, kissing, angst!

Summary: While trying to find out Spider-Man’s identity, there are some unforeseen consequences.

Word Count: 2111 (whoops)

Dear Reader: probs not as angsty as u wanted bc idk how to write angst 😂. When I originally wrote this it turned out to be hella long so two parts yay! thoughts are italicized   i also wrote this in a day les gooo

Originally posted by marvelheroes


“Do you think Spider-Man works out or he just gets muscles from fighting?” I mused, looking at the clock. Only 5 minutes left. Peter looked bored, focusing on anything but your question. I snapped my fingers in front of him, “Peter!” I whispered. He looked up from his trance, “What,” he mumbled. I sighed, “You weren’t listening were to me were you?” I asked. His eyes looked half apologetic, “You’re too obsessed with this Spider-Man.” He said (Although he really didn’t mind the attention ;) . “I’m hot on his trail, Parker! Just one more encounter and you can bet your ass I’ll find out who Spider-Man really is.” I winked. “Whatever you say, (y/n).” Peter mumbled. I pushed open the doors of Midtown high, ready to leave. “You walking home today?” Peter asked, running to my side. I  laced my arm through his, smiling. Before I could answer, my phone beeped against your pocket. The certain buzz I knew, the one alerting me of a crime that Spider-Man would definitely go to. My eyes gained a new look of excitement, and I hastily pulled my arm from Peter’s. “Uh, actually I-I got a thing I gotta go to, um, I’ll call you later though!” I said, already taking out my phone and looking up the location of the crime. Bay road. 

That was only a few blocks from here, i could make it if I ran. Peter called out, but I couldn’t hear him from the wind rushing past my ears.

(Y/n) doesn’t know what she’s getting into. I can’t keep saving her from this trouble. I have to get her to leave me alone (in the nicest way possible). It’s like I’m saving her more than other civilians, like a show of favoritism. I kept walking, keeping my head down until I got to an alley where I could change into my suit. Jfc (y/n), the things you gotta make me do. I threw my backpack into the air and glued it to the side of the building as I saw a familiar blue backpack race by. I threw a web to the top of the building and started running after (y/n) .

I caught my breath for a few seconds before continuing to run, luckily there weren’t many people on the streets. I smiled to myself as I saw the crime scene tape up ahead and slowed down. The next step I took was off the ground as a strong arm grabbed my waist and pulled me up. And guess who the fucker was? Spider-Man, I shit you not. I couldn’t process what was happening other than I was in the air when I was on the ground a second ago. My backpack and phone were still on the ground, webbed to the high part of a lamppost. I struggled in his grasp, yet something about his body seemed familiar. I shut my eyes and felt my nose get red from the cold air. “Hey, hey! I got you, (y/n).” He said over the noise. We flew over a building as he set me down on its roof. “You okay?” He asked. “Yeah, yeah I’m- wait, I never told you my name.” I asked suspiciously. If only I could see his eyes through that damn mask. “Uh, what? N-no I’m pretty sure you told me your name, Miss.” He said in a fake deep voice. I couldn’t help it, something about his personality and voice seemed common to me, I laughed. He gave a nervous chuckle, “I’ve been noticing your attention towards me,” He started. Was he mad that I’m following him or something? “And I really have to ask that you stay safe, please don’t follow me. It’s for your own good.” He finished. My own good? He’s kidding me. I gave him the most incredulous look I could manage, “Look I get that you’re a superhero and all,” At the word superhero he flexed, as if to prove my point. “But there’s no reason for you to worry about me. With all due respect, who are you to decide what’s for my own good?” I retorted. Jesus Christ what am I thinking? Sassing a superhero for god’s sake? Spider-Man sighed, “I really don’t want you hurt, so please don’t follow me. It’s nothing personal.” He said. Wow, he played the personal card. “Seriously, it’s none of your business, Spider-Man.” I said, turning around and gripping the balcony ledge. “You made me do this.” He mumbled. “What?” I asked. In the blink of an eye, he shot out a web that kept my hand stuck to the balcony ledge. “Hey! You’ve gotta be fucking with me. Let me out!” I said, trying to rip my hand from the webs.

Then he did something unexpected, he raised his mask to show his mouth and put his hand on the small of my back. I blinked and stared at him, then his lips met mine in a gentle kiss. It wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t soft either. It was actually passionate, and curious. The masked hero wanted to explore my mouth, and I let him. He was a real good kisser, and I wondered if he kissed everyone he saved—but this kiss was different. It’s like he was trying to reach out to me, make me understand why he had to do the things he did. A pause went as we tried to catch our breaths. He looked up at me, his mask still open over his mouth. “Sorry about the web, should go away in about two hours.” He said. Suddenly I wasn’t mad at him anymore. He honestly didn’t want to see me hurt for some reason. After all, who could say no to a superhero? I kissed him again, this time not as long, I just needed to commit the feel of his kiss to memory. He was shocked, but quickly changed his emotion and smiled into the kiss. “Go save someone, spider boy.” I whispered. He gave me a mischievous grin and swung away. The only problem was I was still glued to the damn balcony.

 I grabbed my wallet from my back pocket and started flipping through, looking for anything remotely sharp. My eye caught a broken gift card, the plastic waiting to cut something. I grabbed it and set it aside as I shoved my wallet back. I blew the hair out of my face as I went to work sawing the webs off my hand. Took me a good 15 minutes until I realized I didn’t know how to get back to the ground. “Okay, this is where all that mountain climbing training should pay of right about now,” I mumbled. I jumped onto the ledge and swung myself over, screaming when I couldn’t find a foothold. I found one on the left side of me and started to climb down, making my own footholds if there weren’t any. I jumped the last 6 feet down, coming up in what was supposed to be a crouch but turned out to be a tangled mess of limbs. I backed out of the alley and saw unused webs hanging from the sides of buildings and followed them, hoping to find the spider that so willingly kissed me earlier.

She kissed back. 

(Y/n) actually kissed me back. 

Sure, she thought she kissed Spider-Man, but still. The way she looked with her windswept hair and wide eyes gave me a newfound source of power as I swung into the crime scene, trying to examine the enemy. It was the Sandman, in his signature green striped shirt. I swung onto the ground in a crouch and webbed his foot to the ground. Karen’s voice rang inside the suit, “Facial recognition shows this is the Sandman, formerly known as William Baker, Peter.” She said, targeting his mask. “Yes, I got that, Karen.” I mumbled. I spread my arms in a friendly gesture, but I knew no one could reason with a guy of this power. “Hey, William, I was having a pretty good day today and I would really appreciate it if you didn’t ruin it!” I said. Herman struggled against the webbing. “So the spiderling finally shows himself! Consider yourself lucky you’ll be killed in front of an audience.” He gestured to the crowd, who were roped in by a circle of sand, the local police trying to calm everyone down. “C'mon man it’s me you want!” I said, trying to stall him from hurting anyone. I scanned the crowd, making sure no one was hurt when a familiar face popped up. (Y/n). God, she has the worst timing. “(Y/n), no stay back!” I yelled, forgetting who was watching. She looked at me nervously, seeing who I was supposed to fight. William eyed (y/n), then looked back at me. He could see right through my suit that I was scared for her.

 He grinned and lassoed her next to him. He grabbed a gun from the nearest policeman, who let him (coward) and held next to (y/n)’s arm. “Such a good girl,” He said, “I really don’t want to hurt a pretty face like yours.” He cooed. His arm was around her neck, she clawed at it in a desperate attempt to get away. I felt sick to my stomach as he pressed the gun all around her body, as if wondering where he would shoot her. I held my hand up shakily, trying to ease the Sandman into letting her go. He chuckled, “So what’s so special about this little girly that makes the Spider-Man’s knees go weak?” He taunted. “P-please don’t do this, William. No one has to get hurt.” I stammered. He pulled the arm that was holding (y/n)’s neck back, she grunted, losing air to breathe. “Oh, you mean she doesn’t have to get hurt, right?” He said, choking her while he held her up off the ground. Her face was growing paler by the second. “How about I just leave a little cut right here, to remind your spider lover of that pretty little voice when you scream.” He said, leaving a deep (but short) cut on her left thigh. She screamed in agony as he dropped her to the ground. I could only watch, I felt like my own feet were glued to the ground. “NO!” I yelled as she scrambled away towards the sand barricade. The Sandman turned to face me, “Should I kill you in front of her or kill her in front of you? Hmm, options, options.” He said. “You’re a psychopath, you bastard!” I yelled. I spotted a cell tower nearby, shot a web towards it and pulled it so the light broke, emitting a shower of lightning as it hit the Sandman. “NO! I WILL COME BACK! I WILL!” He screamed as he turned into glass. 

I turned to (y/n), she tore up half her jacket as she tried to cover the wound. Then I heard the sound of a gunshot. Everything went into slow motion. (Y/n)’s arm jerked back from the force of the bullet. Her face went slack from the sight of the bullet lodged in her arm. I could hear her scream echoing off my skull, getting louder as it traveled through my body. “NO!” I screamed yet again. I ran to her side and held her head in my lap as I tried to pull the bullet out. I decided against it, since it could hurt her more. “No, no no no. Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.” I muttered. “(Y/n), please wake up, listen to my voice, (y/n), please!” I said. Her eyes fluttered, she coughed up blood. I winced at how hurt she was. “You saved everyone from that man. Good job, Spider boy.” She said, trying to smile. I was tempted to pull off my mask, then remembered there was still a crowd. I pulled up the bottom part of my mask and called 911. 


That bullet hurt more than anything I’ve ever felt. I didn’t realize how fast it hit but how much it hurt. The pain was rolling through my body in waves. All I remembered is Spider-Man heaving over my chest, whispering “Don’t die on me now, (y/n).” before I was carried out onto a stretcher and rushed to the hospital.

Oooo cliff hanger! Sorry y’all 😂. I’m gonna post part 2 in about 6 days, along with a few other imagines. Like and comment/reblog if u wanna be permanently tagged in my other Peter Parker/Marvel imagines! ❤️

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what-fayz  asked:

how do you draw your hind legs? i really love how you draw em gstrhrh

first of all THANK U!! and secondly! heres som cat/dog legs


i still have a lot to learn <”:3c but yea here they are

these ones i use for like,, anthro characters with these kinda legs, usually they stand up taller n can do more things/poses with them

i think they’re called digitigrade legs????

these are the ones for like,, proper anatomy four legged cat/dogs

when they’re standing/sitting up usually they’re like.. more slouched or smth. the crotch is way lower to the ground. but idk i think i might be doing it wrong..

HONESTLY if u wanna see the best references for a cat standing on 2 legs u should check out the cat returns because that movie does it really well hgfjkldfh

for everything else u should look up a real life reference!! those help a lot <:0c

anonymous asked:

I have the dumbest prompt ever I'm so sorry: Rebelcaptain spies au where Jyn's target is Cassian (for w/e reason) but he's in rebel uniform in a sea of other ppl in the same uniform so the only way she can single him out is by remembering what his ass looks like. Cuz the boy's tight booty is unforgettable and she can recognize his butt right away if she focuses hard enough. So she's seen him and his nice butt b4 so its committed to memory. This was all inspired by Metal Gear solid 1 lol u_u

Cutest and funniest request ever, also the second one in my askbox specifically asking for how certain clothes compliment Cassian’s cute little butt. (I fudged it a little because I love imperial uniform!Cassian)

“You need to find your boyfriend, and fast.”

Jyn glares at Han Solo, but clad in a Stormtrooper helmet, it’s hard to tell what face he makes back. She wheels her maintenance cart forward, casting her eyes around the room. The cart is rigged to blow, but they need to get Cassian out of there for that somewhat improvised plan. It was Solo’s idea, but she never exactly vetoed it. 

“Working on it,” she hisses, staring at a sea of gray uniforms covering various imperial officers. It’s impossible. She can point out his perfect posture from a mile away on a base of downtrodden rebels, but in enemy territory it’s pretty standard fair. 

“We need to get out of here fast, short stuff.”

“Shut up and let me focus.”

She senses it, like a pitch only wookies can hear. There are some thing that just have a magnetic pull, and the fit of those trousers over Cassian’s perfect ass sings to her like a choir from across the crowded room. It’s like everything slows down for a moment, or maybe she’s being dramatic, but it’s her thing, and when he turns only slightly his profile confirms what her gut tells her. That ass doesn’t lie. 

She points. “There.”

“How did you-”

“Don’t ask,” She shoves her cart so it careens through the crowd, whistling a well-known signal for Cassian to run. 

She gets one last glimpse of that shapely ass as he sprints away, glancing over his shoulder for only a moment before processing what he was running from. He vanishes down his alternate route. Solo drags her back by the elbow to their own mad dash back to the ship. 

Han lets out a triumphant whoop as the bombs go off, heat prickles Jyn’s neck so she feels an extra wave of adrenaline knowing how close they got to destruction. Which is possibly why she lets out the shout that Solo will never, ever let her live down; “I could find that ass blindfolded in a nest of gundarks.”

anonymous asked:

Please more gabrinette I love how you wrote it

Board meetings that involved Marinette were never anything short of incredibly entertaining.

She wasn’t the only woman on the board, but her only cohort in femininity was the elderly Mistress Jaques, who wasn’t half as… sharp as Marinette was. She wasn’t the youngest on the board, either, but the only one younger than her was the young Sir Brokmann, who, at twenty six, was both horribly underqualified and merely a year Marinette’s junior.

Watching Marinette move around a board room was very much like watching a snake move around a rat cage, Gabriel mused as the woman in question collapsed her pointer with a click and turned to the collection of middle-aged men in tailored suits.

“Any questions?” she asked the room, smiling sweetly like the plan she’d just finished outlining wouldn’t leave most of their pockets with a new slew of moths—to her benefit, of course.

From her presentation, Gabriel was guessing that none of them would even suspect it. Marinette had ‘mild and sweet and reasonable’ down to an art form.

She had joined the board two years ago, and he gave her another three before the lion’s share of his company was in her pocket, and that was if he himself fought her all the way down. His odds weren’t good, no matter how he looked at it.

(And Nathalie wondered why she no longer had to nag him into attending these circus acts. The circus had gotten a half-decent main act—and like hell was Gabriel going to give up his front row seat to watch such a slick corporate takeover.)

The room remained silent except for the shuffle of suits as the majority shook their heads.

“Great!” Marinette chirped, baring her incisors in a grin, eyes gleaming blowtorch-blue. “All in favor?”

Gabriel didn’t raise his hand, but found himself squashing down a grin of his own as investor after investor murmured, ‘Aye,’ obliviously handing over share after share to Miss Dupain-Cheng ‘for the greater good of the company.’

It was at his own expense, but Gabriel was still sad he couldn’t give her showing the slow clap it deserved.

Some women slept their way to the top—he’d seen it, knew what it looked like.

He was starting to suspect Marinette hadn’t slept a night in her life.

There weren’t enough dead bodies in her wake for that.

reasons to start studying business/economics: so i stop sounding vague af as i try to write corporate aus

anonymous asked:

aaah i love your robbie in totoro's onesie ;u; i have one question, do you have any tips about how to draw body ? because i love the way you do them !

Ohhoho thank you!! Well, anatomy is, pardon my french, a sonuvabitch honestly. Though, its also immensely fun to draw. 

Usually when I draw torsos ( which is about 90% of the stuff i draw ), I try to mimic the shape of the ribcage and the hipbone. 

The red line is a helping line for how the ribcage is angled/curved. I mainly use it as a sort of spine? But also to accent curves. Here are some more examples:

Don’t shy away from looking at reference pictures sometimes. I like to study people walking/moving when I’m on the street, or look at pictures on Google. Real life references are your friends ;)  hope that helped somehow ! ^^’’

anonymous asked:



  • yusuke prefers sunrises to sunsets but can never wake up in time for the sunrise. he even starts setting like seven alarms and putting them in different places around his room but wakes up four hours later with no memory of how he turned them all off
  • his kitchen is a mess. like things are growing on his stovetop. something has probably died in his fridge based on the smell. he has definitely used a frisbee that ryuji left behind once as a plate.
  • but somehow the rest of his place is immaculate? everything has A Place and is rather neat and tidy, kind of sparse but homey all the same
  • except for the fact he’s got twenty decorative pillows. he keeps buying more. his “to buy” list is pillows and paint and a lobster tank. someone stop him
  • somehow 10x better at memes than futaba and it drives her nuts. he doesn’t even know what he’s doing but ryuji laughs so hard he cries
  • sings while he paints. it’s basically  hip hop turned broadway 
  • obsessed with pokemon. doodles them all the time. hell bent on catching them all *yusuke voice* you don’t understand i must be the very best
  • goes to the roof and memorizes constellations when he can’t sleep, which is almost every night
  • on that note he texts every single phantom thief goodnight every night. it’s always this long paragraph about having good dreams, different for every person, and at first they all have different reactions ranging from weirdly confused (ryuji) to “aww”ing out loud (haru) but eventually they all look forward to it and smile when it comes in

i’m sorry these are mostly so silly lol but i have so many thoughts about yusuke not being this super serious intellectual and def more a spastic art boy

anonymous asked:

Did u watch the chicon main panel? Jared let it show how fed up he is with Cortese or it could be about Danneel too. At around minute 45 Jensen was asked what advice he would give Beyonce about twins, and he said it would be for Jay Z, like your first words should be what can I do for you, and then Jared went and HER first words should be as long as you keep paying my telephone bills and my automoviles the baby and I are chill. Look at Jensen's face he couldn't believe the shade

Hahaha! I love when Jared has no fucks to give! 

I really do think that was Jared getting a dig in at Cortese because when they went to the Winchester Mystery House she had made a crack how Jared’s face pays her bills (x). I know many just brushed that comment off as a joke, but I thought it was done in poor taste and it’s apparent that Jared found it a little fucked up as well.

Thank you for dropping in, nonnie!

New genes...

Ok so I used to work for another virtual pet site.. and let me tell you some issues I ran into… 

First of all, the actual pet image is usually 2x-3x as big as the one you see on your screen. 
this makes people who design genes, make their genes pretty huge. When you resize it, it usually looks too tight knit or busy. It’s a problem most pet sites have. 

second of all, most people who design genes dont design them on the smaller version of the pet beforehand. so they can “sketch out” how the gene will look before tackling the large image.

third of all, a lot of people zoom in to the area they’re designing instead of remaining zoomed out when initially drawing. this leads to once again, designs not resizing right. 

It’s mostly about scale at this point. 
also I love jaguar and eyeburners u wot m8?

thedaydreamingotaku  asked:

*peeks through your door* hello :3 can i request for 89: "you're important too" with masa ;u; that would be awesome :)

“You have to understand how important you are!” she shouted the words out of desperation, not caring if it was wrong.

He may be Lord of the Date, but he needed to eat. He had to be strong, and if it took this… then she would do it. She would yell at him all night if that was what he needed to understand. 

Masamune’s exposed eye widened a fraction, and she had half the mind to wonder if she had crossed a line she could not return from. It should be wrong of her, blasphemous, to yell at the Lord of Oshu. Who was she but a page? Why would he listen to her, when he had ignored the counsel of Lord Kojuro and the concern of Lord Shigezane?

“You’re important too.” he muttered the words, so quiet she was sure she misheard him.

“My lord?”

“You.” he repeated himself. “You’re important too.”

Masamune pushed the bowl of food her way, and it was then she noticed her own stomach grumbling. No matter how much food she made, it had never been for herself. He would not eat, and so she had spent her time attempting to make something he would.

“You haven’t eaten either.”

She picked up the bowl and chopsticks, lifting a bit of food and pointing it toward him.

“Lord Masamune, if you want me to eat, then you will have to eat first.”

100 Ways to Say I Love You Prompts || My Fandoms & Ships

anonymous asked:

I want so badly to love myself and feel beautiful and feel okay about my body but I can't, not right now anyway. You give me hope that maybe I'll be able to one day but for now I don't know how.

i will tell you it was a long long process but every day I still have to work on it. u just have to take your steps in the right direction 😌 you will make it. you will!

anonymous asked:

Em darling, IDK if u have ever read Carry On by Rainbow Rowell (BTW u def should if not cause it's gay brilliant and lovely ad so so gay) But I just can't get over how the main couple (Simon and Baz) are literally just an AU version of STEREk and I'm just really emotional about it and I just need a thousand and one FICsXDXD

NONNIE, OH MY GOD, HAVE I READ IT???? OF COURSE I HAVE READ IT. THEY ARE DRARRY (but yes, also very, very Sterek). Basically, everything I live for in a pairing. 

My favourite part in the whole book (aside from every moment where Baz is the most hopeless lovesick idiot ever - holy bananas, that boy, honestly) is the very obvious, hilarious Twilight parody in which Simon follows Baz down into the cellar and tries to get him to admit to being a vampire:

B: Say it, say what I am!

S: A git.

(I’m paraphrasing but that was basically the dialogue. I showed that part of the book to at least 3 different people. I couldn’t stop laughing.)

Have you read ‘Fangirl’ by the same author? That one is about a girl who writes SnowBaz fanfic! I have it on my book shelf but haven’t gotten around to it yet - looks good, though! 


anonymous asked:

i fockin love your art and your personal style is amazing, do you have any advice for beginners?

oh my gosh thank you! as for advice: dont stress yourself drawing, you dont have to draw Every single day, and even if you do a little sketch or something you think it’s shitty it’s enough, it’s something. and practice the best you can!! (u cant skip this part) try all diferent things, step out of your comfort zone and try drawing things you’ve never drawn before, no matter how bad you think they’ll look.
don’t compare your art to other artists!! that artist you so much admire was in the same place you’re right now, and it took them all that effort for their art to look the way it does. this one is hard because the internet is full of good artists that make you feel bad about your art (it happens to me) but you dont have to please anyone! your art is yours and even if you dont get the attention you want it to have… doesnt really matter? it literally took me YEARS for my art to be seen. i’ve been putting my art on the internet since fuckin 2009 i think? and i started to get recognition around 2014, so yeah! i hadn’t been expecting it, it just kinda happened. but i’ve always been drawing things i love to draw, and that’s the most important thing like…forget reblogs or likes and all the crap that “determines” if you’re a good artist or not. it doesnt Matter. notes are just Numbers.

and dont give up! maybe you are not in the place you want to be right now, but someday you will! 

mums on mum drugs: “when i saw my baby for the first time oh ahh all the pain just my vagina that was on fire it just stopped everything went away my heart burst oh my world was complete”

me as a mum for 5 mins: “please can u get it off me how am i meant to get rid of the placenta with this on me owww my cunt fuck!!”

took 4-5 months to love her. now i love her more than anything. im sick of the gloating and fakeness around pregnancy and childbirth, women arent honest