how to ruin a photo


I want us to be ravenous for victory until the very end.” - Miyuki Kazuya


Body image is important.
Tonight I found myself staring at these photos finding myself feeling absolutely awful about my body and the way it looks.

I hated that my legs didn’t look defined
I felt like my thighs looked huge and unathletic
I felt like I needed to loose weight asap

Until something clicked.

These photos are from my first meet last weekend. This body allowed me to run sub5 in the mile after a 2:10 800 only a few seconds away from my personal best and now here I am hating this body.

It’s scary and crazy how quickly a few unflattering photos can completely ruin the way you feel about and view your body.
I’m sorry body, you don’t deserve my negative criticisms

me: HOLY SHIT this is the BEST photo of Jin I’ve ever seen

(2 seconds later…)

me: HOLY SHIT this is the BEST photo of Jin I’ve ever seen

(2 seconds later…) 

me:: HOLY SHIT this is the BEST photo of Jin I’ve ever seen

(2 seconds later)


bloodiedknuckls  asked:

i thoroughly agree that JR and Ian are fucking. lets talk more on that

Oh, darling, let’s. Let’s talk about how these two assholes blatantly show their love for each other. Let’s talk about how Ian liberates JR’s fucking jacket

and wears it to a fucking convention

like he’s declaring JR is mine, damn it, now stop asking to caress his beard, that’s mine too.

Let’s also talk about their obsessive need for couple selfies.


is not


you dicks.

And also, we must talk about this:

because why the fuck, you assholes.

Talk to me about these teasing little bastards, dearie. I need someone to rant with.

The girl I’ve known since kindergarten got married at the place we first kissed.
This girl. This beautiful shinning girl
I had watched her body thin and her pigtails disappear.
I graduated with her. We had our first heartbreak at the same time. We cried together. We healed together. We made promises with each other about how we would never allow ourselves to be treated like that again. I didn’t keep mine.
&Then she met him.
&I was excited for her.
College had separated us and when that wedding invitation came in the mail, covered in flowers and smelling like bliss, I almost crumbled it when I read the place. I almost set it on fire.
I wanted to send you a photo asking “how dare you ruin another moment, you shell of a man?”

I just want you to know she looked beautiful yesterday. Standing in the spot where you asked me to run away with you. There was a stunning view of the sea and her hair was down,wild and whispering to the wind that “Happily Ever After” was finally hers.
He looked at her like she placed every star in the sky and he kissed her like she was glass. & I was happy he helped her keep that promise to herself, the one we made while kissing vodka bottles and chasing the bitterness with tears.

Nothing could have made that moment any more stunning. Nothing, except of course if it would have been us.

—  Something borrowed-Leena Vanni Laurenzo

Here’s present for you~

v-mons  asked:

Hi there, so just a couple moments ago I stumbled upon an edited yoongi photoset and however much I am opposed to whitewashed Yoongi, the credits of the fansite state that it isn't editable. Now I understand that of course, this is a restoration blog and I understand that the main cause is to "restore" photos that have been whitewashed but at the same time we need to respect the original fansites regardless of whitewashing. (1/2)

I totally understand that you cannot control what has been submitted to you, and obviously you’d assume that if a photo has been edited that has respected the original fansite’s wishes but if you don’t mind, could you take it down? It was the flame in my heart: suga photoset from changwon kpop festival. I’m so sorry to send this message to you but it really does irk me when people edit non-editables, I hope you understand. (2/2)

It was nice of you to message us, but unfortunately we must decline on your request to take down “uneditable pictures”. 

But considering you were much nicer than most people that have talked to us, we will give you an explanation as to why:

  • Plenty of, but not all, fansites make profit off of their photos. Having a fansite means that you are offering a type of brand with the photos as a product. We as consumers are well within out rights to dispute, criticize, and call out on their behavior.
  • Some fansites that exist that are editable, also request us not to restore them. Because they don’t want people to criticize their behavior.
  • Think about the effect one whitewashed picture has on an idol: They have to deal with pressures of a damaging beauty standard by applying makeup/wearing skin whitening products/whitewashing their own selfies already from internalized colorism. And yet despite this, fansites are still DISRESPECTING and TREATING the idol/person they are taking pictures of as if they are a lesser being. Fansites/fans have already made fun of idols for their skin, whitewashed official photos, taken their selfies and whitewashed them more, etc. Idols have already publicly stated that they don’t like being treated this way. Including taehyung multiple times.
  • Think of how one whitewashed photo affects fans: Fans are going to be brainwashed into thinking that the whitewashed photo is an  accurate representation to the real thing, and when it comes to international fans, they start associating these traits to all east/southeast asian people. This has already led to racial fetishization and stereotyping what a east/southeast asian should look like. 
  • Think of how one whitewashed photo effects an east/southeast asian people: It fuels colorism and xenophobia within the east/southeast asian community. This would give more power to light skinned asians as they are seen as the “right version” of what an asian should look like. It also justifies discriminating behavior towards asians with average/dark skin tones through bullying, violence, sexual harassment, and other dehumanizing acts. 
  • Think of how one whitewashed photo affects dark skinned east/southeast asians: It builds up their insecurity with their skin, seeing how a person they look up to look a certain way, or how people call the person they look up to ugly because of their skin color, damages their self esteem from internalized colorism. If you add discrimination based on skin color to it, especially to young kids, it could ruin them for a long time.
  • Think of how one whitewashed photo leads to racism: Because colorism is based on the discrimination of dark skin color within a mono racial community, it already has lead into racism. This leads further prejudism and discrimination amongst race groups.

If you take these into account, from one whitewashed photo, it damages up to millions of people around the world. And the history of this has lasted for generations and generations.

Restores only hurt one person: The personal feelings of the whitewasher. Restore blogs have no respect to fansites whatsoever and we simply do not have to because of how damaging and prejudist their behavior is.

It’s not like the fansites respect company fan etiquette and idols’ personal space anyway. They aren’t supposed to take pictures at concerts and venues, they aren’t supposed to take pictures of them at private settings, they aren’t supposed to follow them around constantly, they aren’t supposed to make the idols feel horrible about themselves and yet they do.

And I will end off at this note. 

Why do you want us to respect the fansite, more than we should respect the person in the picture? 

Why do we have to respect people who hurt who they “supposedly” love?

- Admin Matte

A Chance at the Hidden Power. Pt.4

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Warning: I dont condone violence. Calum would never do this, this is a fan fiction and not real in anyway. 

Summary: The boys and Y/N go to a physic then Calum attacks Y/N

For the first time in a while, I woke up feeling in a great mood but I just didn’t know why. It was the second day of being in LA, on the first day we all caught up on much needed sleep due to stupid jetlag. I walked out onto the balcony of my hotel room with my camera and looked out at the sky. This morning’s sunrise was a breathtaking display of radiant colors. Bright streaks of red, pink, and orange slowly overcame the dark blue and purple of the twilight sky. The sky resembled a prism; all the colors blended perfectly into each other. The sun itself was just peeking out of the horizon, and its brilliant rays already shined brightly and began to warm the air. I marveled at the glistening reflection of the sun on the ocean and a thrilling feeling of awe swept over me. I brought my camera to my face taken a photo of the beautiful sunrise.

After taking the shot I was most satisfied with, I walked back into the room and grabbed my apple Macbook. I leant over to my drawer and grabbed the lead for my camera plugging, it into the Macbook and uploaded all the photos I’ve been taking of the boys. Looking through them and seeing the pictures of Michael sticking his tongue out at me and his crazy hair flying in all directions, I smiled softly at them, knowing my best friend would never take a serious picture if I asked him too. I had many of Ashton giving me crazy faces, smiling as best as he could but looking like a sweaty, grunge monkey. The ones of Luke were so pretty as his beard made his jawline look sharp and many of the lights shining down on him made him look like an angel. I also had some of Calum just not as many as he tried avoiding me at all costs. I did capture one where he was smiling at Michael like a goofball and even though Calum and I hate each other, I won’t deny loving their bromance as they’ve been friends for a long time and I would never ruin that.

I didn’t realise how long I had be uploading photos to different websites and onto USB sticks as it was soon 10am and I could hear the boys in the other hotel room. I rolled my eyes at how loud they were being and walked over to my suitcase, searching  through it looking for something nice to wear. I grabbed my ripped, blue shorts and my white floral top and got changed, putting my white converse on then tying my hair into a pony tail. I walked into the other room (thankful that Luke forgot to take his key) and looked over at the boys who were sat on the sofa; Michael and Luke were playing fifa and Ashton and Calum looking as if they would rather watch paint dry.

“Ash come on, lets go on a hike.” I announced, fixing the straps of my camera bag around my neck.

“Ok.” He replied, jumping up from the sofa and walking over the kitchen area grabbing a bottle of water.

“I’m coming with,” Calum piped up also walking towards the kitchen grabbing and bottle of water, “These two aren’t the most interesting gamers.”

“Err no. Me and Ash are going on a sibling hike.” I told him, my hands on my hips.

“Thats a shame, still coming though.” I grumbled out some swear words as Ashton wrapped his arm around me as we made our way outside. The hot LA air was beaming down onto my skin, making it look a golden colour.

We made our way up a trail and over the top of a small mountain which took around 45 minutes, mostly because I was tired and Calum kept pushing me when Ashton wasn’t looking, also threatening to push me over the edge. I seriously don’t get his deal. We stood at the top and took in the view of the city. I turned around to face the waterfall which thundered down like lightning flashing the surrounding trees in surprisingly different shades. Shadows danced among them while trees stood silently like armoured bark sentinels. The sun sent an army of light down emphasising the beauty of the otherworldly environment. Grass covered the land slick like hair each strand dripping heavily with water, forming their own waterfall. Flowers were sprouting up in a amazing discord of the colours to dazzle the senses and eyes as beautiful arrays of colours from greens, yellow, purples, reds and others assaulted you. Mountains reached up tot eh sky seemingly trying to pluck and rival the sun. The homely smell of pine drifted in the air lingering gently like a charm. Birds twittered and gossiped in the tall might trees.

The view was amazing and I felt like I could spend a lifetime here. Unfortunately, Ashton wanted to go back into the streets of LA, so we made our way back down the mountain. As we did, I was taking pictures of the wildlife, view and Ashton.

“Sup guys.” Michael hollered, walking out from a pizza shop as Luke came out behind him, carrying two pizza boxes.

“So you gave up on Fifa, did ya?” Ashton teased.

“Yeah, beating Luke was too easy” Michael snorted, tripping over his own feet after 

“Haha, that’s fucking karma for ya Michael." 

"Shut up Luke”

We walked down the streets of LA eating the pizza, pointing out things that most toursits would do and me taking pictures of the four men. Luke and me went into loads of make-up shops and he let me use him as my personal palette to test out foundation colours, thanking god we were the same skin tone. He surprisingly bought me the make-up and I thanked him as my sugar daddy, which the boys laughed at. When we were finally ready to go back to the hotel, Ashton stopped suddenly and nearly made us fall over and for Luke drop all of our shopping bags.

“We should go try that,” Ashton jeered pointing at a weird shop that held the words ‘Psychic; Palm Reading and Tarot Cards’.

“You actually still believe in that stuff?” I asked raising my eyebrow

“Yeah, I’m quite spiritual like that.” Ashton hummed, making Calum chuckle (I gagged). I looked at all the boys who were contemplating going in and laughed.

“Hey, whats the harm Y/N?” Michael whined, eating the last bit of pizza when Luke wasn’t looking.

“Nothing I just don’t believe that one person can look into your future or that kinda shit.” I spoke, playing with my phone.

“Oh you know what I see?” Calum piped up.

“What?” I groaned and turned towards him.

“A lonely old cat lady being a virgin at the age of 70, who lives in a small cardboard box named Y/N Irwin, with no family because no one loved her.”

“Who says I’m a virgin?” I smiled, he raised a eyebrow and smirked

“Oh like anyone wants to bang your crusty vagina,”

“The only way you’ll ever get laid is if you crawl up a chicken’s ass and wait, Calum.” I smiled at him.

“Your lips keep moving but all I hear is 'Blah, blah, blah.” Calum rolled his eyes.

“Just because you have one, doesn’t mean you need to act like one.”

“WILL YOU TWO KNOCK IT OFF!” Ashton shouted, a few people on the sidewalk stopped what they were doing and stared at Ashton. I instantly felt guilty that Ashton had heard all of that, I really didn’t want to make this tour crap for him.

“C'mon, lets actually go in and see if we can sort your shitty situationship out.” Ashton murmured pushing us into the shop. The doorbell dinged and Luke and Michael were looking at the dream catchers, arguing over wether the brown one with feathers or the blue one with beads on was better.

Ashton walked over to the chimes and ran his fingers over the smooth wooden material. Me and Calum stood at the door sulking and I could feel Calums eyes burning a hole in my face.

“Will you quit staring.” I whispered, elbowing him in his ribs.

“Will you quit being a bitch.” Calum hissed, pushing me harshly.

“No No No No No!” A woman came out from a nearby door, she was dressed in a orange dress with green sequins over the long flowing skirt. She had her brown hair in a bun with a small green bandana wrapped around her head. Her arms were covered in bracelets and she had many necklaces with weird pendants on them.

“You two,” she pointed to me and Calum, and motioned her hand to follow her into the other room. I looked at Calum and he wasn’t moving, so I sighed and walked after her Calum trailing behind like a moody four year old.

“Do you always follow strange woman into rooms?” he muttered.

The woman was sat at the end of the room on a table with her fingers crossed together and she was looking at us.

“Sit,” She said strictly shaking her head, her foreign accent thick. I walked over to one of the wooden chairs which had an Aztec pattern and sat down. Calum stood at the door groaning before shifting towards the chair next to me, slumping down into it.

“Tell me your names.” The woman spoke again, raising an eyebrow.

“Shouldn’t you know that, Physic?” Calum mumbled, I let out a small giggle at his remark because even though I hated him, he had a point.

“Calum and Y/N,” The lady began, I looked at Calum and he didn’t look as shocked as I did. He mouthed something about him being famous and I understood turning back to the lady as she breathed in deeply.

“I sense a lot of negative energy between the two of you-”

“That’s because she’s a bitch” Calum cut the woman off as I glared at him, rolling my eyes.

“I’m sorry, was I meant to be offended by that? The only thing offending me is your face.” Calum sat up and opened his mouth but before he could say anything the Physic slammed her palm down on the table.

“You two children need to cut all the negative energy out of your lives! You need to respect each other and become some what friends.” She spoke loudly, looking between us both.

“I’ve tried so many times but he’s such a stupid dick he doesn’t understand and makes my life hell.”

“Y/N! Do you remember the morning you two woke up together?”

“Yeah, worst morning ever.. W-wait, do you know what happened?”

“Yes, my child. Well-”

“You know what I’m not doing this!” Calum roared, banging his fist on the table and storming out. I watched him as he blew up, listening as  he shouted things to Ashton. I turned back to the physic with a shocked expression.

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t think he would react like that.” I mumbled, apologising for his behaviour.

“It’s fine. He’s under a lot of stress and so are you.” The lady spoke but I was confused at what she said.

“What happened that night anyway, no one knows but him.. by the looks of it.”

“The answer will come to you as long as you’re patient and become somewhat friendly with Calum. There is something in that boys eyes, when I stare into them I see something much better than what you see.” She replied, messing around with some tarot cards.

“Theres no way in hell I’m going to like him. He’s the devils spawn. I’ll get my answers on my own if you’re not willing to help.” I spat, standing up ready to walk out. The lady had a panicked expression on her face as she could probably sense what I was about to do.

“No, Y/N you cannot upset the peace that will come forth today. If you do there will be consequences.” The lady yelled as I followed the boys out of the shop. Calum was already back at the hotel so I didn’t even bother trying to catch up with him. However when I got to the hotel, Calum was sat on Luke and Michaels side of the room.

“What the fuck are you ding in here?” I snapped at him but he didn’t answer instantly. I groaned and threw my phone onto my bed.

“I came in this room thinking you would take time out with Ashton since that is what a wimp like you always does, but evidently not.” He grumbled, getting off the bed and started going through Luke and Michaels stuff.

I huffed and was ready to throw my lamp at his stupid face but I wanted answers first, and you never get answers from a knocked out man.

“Calum, what happened that night?” I asked, but got no reply. I asked a couple of more times and after the third time he finally caved in.

“STUFF! Stuff happened, Y/N. Now stop being so fucking annoying!” He bellowed, glaring at me. I stood up from my bed and marched over to him, standing right in front of him.

“Calum would you tell me already! I’m sick of not knowing what happened that night!” I screamed, pulling at my hair.

“No, fuck off. Go back to the psychic!” He stood up and pushed me away from him.

“Calum I have the right to know. Plus, the physic said you knew what happened but she wouldn’t tell me, so there’s no point going back to her!”

“Thought you didn’t believe in them?” He remarked, quirking an eyebrow at me.

“I don’t, but the way you acted meant you knew something, you dumb fuck!” I groaned, walking into the kitchen.

“Don’t fucking call me that you, little slut” Calum snapped, following me into the kitchen.

“You’re such a arrogant prick! Just fucking tell me!” I begged, slamming the fridge door closed when I realised Luke drank all the cranberry juice this morning.

“You’re such fucking nasty little whore, always begging for things.” His voice got harsher.

“And you’re a massive dick, now fucking tell me.” As soon as the words left my mouth, it looked as if something snapped inside of him. Calum walked up to me and pushed me up against the fridge getting in my face, almost growling at me. He grabbed my neck with both of his hands and held me there, my feet off the ground.

“You are a living joke Y/N and a fucking tragedy of a human being. You deserve nothing but failure and misery in life, and I hope you watch whatever few "loved” ones you have rot to death in front of you before you drown in your own shit. I mean, c'mon none of your actual family went to you graduation and Ashton nearly missed it because he was busy with tour and fucking some chick. They don’t even care about you Y/N, everyone hates you just as much as you hate yourself.“ He growled, his eyes darkening and his hands putting more pressure around my neck.

"C-Calum you’re hurting me” I gasped, my lip quivering. He pushed down even harder on my neck as I clawed at his hands, trying to get him off me. I tried taking a deep breath but Calum was starting to cut the circulation short.

“Good, you deserve you all the pain you get and even more. I’m doing everyone a favour here, just stay fucking quiet.” He spat as he dug his nails in, the blood already dripping down my neck.

“CALUM STOP!” I screamed, I heard the door bust open and Calum was soon tackled to the ground by Michael. I slid down the fridge grabbing hold of my bleeding neck, crying into my knees. Michael pulled Calum up by his hair, throwing him into the counter.

“What the fuck Calum were you doing!!” Michael thundered at him, pinning him to the counter and getting in his face. Ashton and Luke came running in, Ashton stopped just above me trying to work out what happened whilst Luke picked me up and took me into the other room. I looked up and Ashton had Calum pressed up against the counter top grabbing fistfuls of his hair in his hand, looking ready to punch him. Michael pushed Ashton away knowing Ashton would put Calum in hospital. He then swung at Calum, a loud crack coming from his nose.

“No Michael!” I yelled trying to get to Calum but Luke pulled me into him, holding me close, “D-don’t h-hurt him. ” I cried into Luke’s shirt. I heard something knock off the countertop and scream through gritted teeth, then more banging sounds. Ashton came over to me and Luke and pulled me into his chest. He then carried me into the bathroom and sat me down on the sink edge.

“What happened, bud?” he asked softly, disinfecting the cuts on the back of my neck gently.

“I was asking a simple question and he started to have a go at me and grabbed a hold of my neck and-”

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” He cut me off, drying my neck and putting a plaster over the cuts. He held my face and looked at me, his eyes holding nothing but guilt.

“No Ash don’t, it was my fault anyway. I was provoking him.” I sighed, pulling away from his hands and sad gaze.

“He just tried to strangle you, Y/N! He went past the point of using provocation as an excuse” He shouted. I whimpered, cowering away from him. There was a knock at the door and Luke came in, looking between me and Ashton.  He crouched down ad picked me up bridal style as I tucked my head into his neck. Half an hour after Ashton walked out of the hotel room (mumbling how he’ll be back in a couple of hours), Michael came back in, his eyes softening when he saw me and Luke cuddling on the sofas.

“I want to go to bed now.” I whined clutching onto Luke. He stood up taking me to my room, Michael following. Luke sat me down on the bed and kissed my cheek before walking off into the kitchen, leaving Michael to help me change. He pulled my shirt off and undid my bra before putting one of his shirts on me. He then laid me down and took of my shorts, turning around as I took my panties off and pulled Luke’s lazy jogging trousers up my legs. I then got under the covers and waited for Michael to get dressed into his boxers and slide in with me, then he opened his arms up for me to crawl into them and when I did, he kissed all over my face. Ten minutes later and Luke was on Michaels other side, cuddling into his back and holding onto my hands however, none of us were asleep yet. That’s when we heard the door open and close, some shuffling come from the hallway.

“Ash?” I called.

“Yeah?” He replied, coming into the bedroom and stood at the end of the bed, smiling softly at the three of us.

“Please don’t blame or hurt him?” I whispered, Michael tensing and Luke shuffling around. we were left in silence for nearly five minute until Ashton sighed.

“No promises, Y/N. My best mate nearly killed my little sister, he deserves some punishment.” Ash left it at that, blew me a kiss before walking out the door again.

“I’m never leaving you with him ever again, Y/N.” Michael spoke softly, hearing Luke snoring. He ran his hands through my hair and kissed my nose.

“Promise?” I looked up at Michael with pleading eyes.

“I promise, now get some sleep”

“G'night Mikey.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

I smiled at my best friend and kissed his forehead before pulling out of his grip. I sat up out of bed and walked to my charging Macbook and camera, picking it up and sitting on Luke’s bed with it. I uploaded the rest of the photos I had taken and then I started going through them, smiling at the ones where Ashton got stuck up in a tree or fell over himself. I scrolled through some more laughing, at the faces Ashton was making when he saw my camera pointing at him. But I stopped scrolling staring at the picture showing up on the screen. It was the skyline with Calum in it. He was looking down at the floor smiling with the sun shining lighting up his smile. His raven hair swept across his forehead and his eyes squeezed shut, causing the wrinkles by his eyes to appear. I didn’t even realise I had taken this photo of him and I couldn’t believe he would hurt me like he did today. I turned the camera and Macbook off, placed it on the floor to charge again.

I then walked back to my bed, seeing that Luke was holding Michael close to his chest, Michael face nestled into Luke’s neck. I smiled and took my phone out, opening the camera app and snapping a few picture of the two, doing the same on their phones. I stretched and yawned, sliding into the bed and cuddling into Michaels back, listening to his steady breaths and beating heart.

You cannot upset the peace that will come forth today. If you do there will be consequences.