i am confident and happy

my life got 100% better when I started dressing how I wanted to dress and not how I thought I should dress. I stopped caring if stripes were unflattering, I just wore them. I started wearing bold prints because they made me happy. I ordered huge shirts, pink trainers, heart shaped sunglasses. I started to let myself look on the outside how I felt on the inside, and let me tell you, I have never felt freer in my entire life 

I got my very first traditional commission today!!! So amidst packaging I took a break and drew this out for roughly 45 mins - 1 hour as a break
Thank you so much @lostsoulwolf !!

I’ve only started to do little traditional things (roughly 5 1/2″ x 3 1/2″), as I am so used to digital ;ㅂ;

my name is Stanley Almodovar III
i carry the name of my father and his father before me
i’m twenty-three years young
i dyed my hair saturday but no one got to see it sunday morning
my name is Amanda Alvear
i am twenty-five years young
people know me as a pharmacy tech, the girl who lost almost two hundred pounds, the girl who takes too many selfies
but the only place i was truly myself was where i was that night
my name is Oscar Aracena
i am twenty-six years young
i’m a student at Valencia College
i was so close to getting my degree… so close
my name is Rodolfo Ayala-Ayala
i am thirty-three years young
i am a supervisor at the OneBlood donation center
i never did know if my job was the one who tried to save my life
my name is Capt. Antonio Davon Brown of the U.S. Army Reserve
i am thirty years young
i almost have my doctorate degree of management in organizational leadership
almost
my name is Darryl Roman Burt II
i am twenty-nine years young
i just received my master’s degree in Human Resources Management
tonight, i was celebrating
mi llamo Jonathan Camuy
soy es veinticuatro anos
trabajo en una cadena de televisión española
realmente estaba deseando volver a trabajar el lunes
my name is Angel Luis Candelario-Padro
i am twenty-eight years young
soon, i will be an ophthalmic technician
i cannot wait to begin my new job in a few days
my name is Omar Capo
i am twenty years young
i love to dance
i always said i wanted to die doing what i loved
my name is Simon Carrillo
i am thirty-one years young
my partner and i just came home from a little getaway to Niagara Falls
i was really looking forward to our next vacation together
my name is Luis Daniel Conde
i am thirty-nine years young
my best friend is  Juan Pablo Rivera Velazquez
he’s been by my side since high school
my name is  Juan Pablo Rivera Velazquez
i am twenty-two years young
my best friend is  Luis Daniel Conde
seems only fitting we left this world together
my name is Cory James Connell
i am twenty-one years young
my brother is getting married this fall and i am to be his best man
don’t tell him but i have no idea what to say in my speech
my name is Tevin Eugene Crosby
i am twenty-five years young
i am the owner of a marketing firm, Total Entrepreneurs Concepts
hard work truly does pay off; i can’t wait to share my latest meme with all of my facebook friends when i get home tonight
my name is Anthony Luis Laureano Disla
i am twenty-five years young
i love to dance, i want to be a dancer
tonight, i want to go dancing with my friends
my name is Deonka Deidra Drayton
i am thirty-two years young
for the first time in a long time, i can finally, confidently, say
that i am happy
my name is Leroy Valentin Fernandez
i am twenty-five years young
i love to sing
no matter what happens in life, no one will ever take my voice away from me
my name is Mercedez Marisol Flores
i am twenty-six years young
i am studying literature at Valencia College’s West Campus but my true passion is party planning
i’ve been thinking about switching majors
my name is Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz
i am twenty-two years young
all i want to do is make people smile
i’ve always thought that laughter could cure anything
my name is Paul Terrell Henry
i am forty-young years young
i am the proud father of two amazing kids and i have the most magnificent boyfriend
i cannot thank god enough for all of my blessing
my name is Frankie Hernandez
i am twenty-seven years young
i have a little sister, she’s one of my best friends
i cannot wait to see the person she becomes when she grows up
my name is Miguel Angel Honorato
i am thirty years young
i have three sons who i love more than life itself
i hope they will enjoy what i have planned for the next birthday party
my name is Jimmy De Jesús
i am fifty years young
i love my job but i am so thankful i have tomorrow off
i plan on having a good time tonight
my name is Javier Jorge-Reyes
i am forty years young
i am so, so proud of who i am
no one can take that away from me
my name is Jason Josaphat
i am nineteen years young
i love life, i love my life
and it’s only just begun
my name is Eddie Justice
i am thirty years young
i have a huge family, but i am a mama’s boy at heart
i always make sure to text my mom everyday
my name is Christopher Leinonen
i am thirty-two years young
i am madly in love with my boyfriend, Juan Guerrero
i cannot wait to see what the future has in store for the two of us
my name is Juan Guerrero
i am twenty-five years young
i am madly in love with my boyfriend, Christopher Leinonen
after a long week at work, i just want to unwind with my love tonight
my name is Alejandro Martinez
i am twenty-one years young
i have only been living in Florida for two years
but i have always met so many kind people here; that must be why it is called the “sunshine state”
my name is Brenda Lee Marquez-McCool
i am forty-nine years young
i beat cancer twice
and i have never felt more alive
my name is Gilberto Ramon Silva Menendez
i am twenty-five years young
i am studying health care management at the Ana G. Mendez University’s Orlando campus
all i want to do is help people
my name is Kimberly Morris, but you can call me ‘KJ’
i am thirty-seven years young
i moved to Florida to be closer to my mother and grandmother
i love my job as a bouncer at Pulse Nightclub
my name is Akyra Murray
i am eighteen years young
i just graduated from West Catholic Preparatory High School
my name is Geraldo Ortiz-Jimenez, but you can call me Drake
i am twenty-five years young
i love Selena Gomez
i hope to meet her one day
Joel Rayon Paniagua
i am thirty-one years young
i love dancing
i am going to meet my friends for a night of dancing
my name is Jean Carlos Mendez Perez
i am thirty-five years young
not to brag, but i am the best salesperson Perfumania
you can ask Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon
my name is Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon
i am thirty-seven years young
growing up wasn’t easy but i can finally say that i am comfortable in my own skin
and i am lucky enough to have Jean Carlos Mendez Perez by my side through it all
my name is Enrique L. Rios
i am twenty-five years young
i am from New York
but i came to Florida to celebrate my friend’s birthday
my name is Eric Ivan Ortiz Rivera
i am thirty-six years young
i don’t really like clubs
but it’s for a friend, so tonight, i will go
my name is Xavier Emmanuel Serrano
i am thirty-five years young
i have a five year old son who is my entire world
i just hope i will raise him to be a genuine and compassionate person
my name is Christopher Sanfeliz
i am twenty-four years young
i am a personal banker at J.P. Morgan Chase bank
i am very thankful to have Sundays off, especially tonight
my name is Yilmary Rodriguez Solivan
i am twenty-four years young
i am a proud mom and wife
my youngest baby is three months old
my name is Jean Carlos Nieves Rodriguez
i am twenty-seven years young
i just brought my first house
i just want my mom to live somewhere nice
my name is Edward Sotomayor Jr.
i was named after my father
i am thirty-four years young
i love my boyfriend and i love adventure
my name is Shane Tomlinson
i am thirty-three years young
i am the lead singer in a band
i love to bring music to the lives of others
my name is Martin Benitez Torres
i am thirty-three years young
last month, i enrolled in college
i hope to be a pharmacy tech
my name is Juan Rivera Velazquez
i am thirty-nine years young
i love being a hair stylist
 i love making people feel beautiful
my name Luis Vielma
i am twenty-two years young
i love my job, especially working on the Harry Potter ride at Universal
but one day i really want to become an EMT
my name is Jerald Arthur Wright
i am thirty-one years young
i have a huge family, both biological and my coworkers 
tonight i am celebrating my friend’s birthday
—  say their names
(cc, 2017)
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My Top 3 pick: #2 Choon Entertainment’s Kim Yongguk/Jin Longguo (the hidden jewel)

“No one knows who i am. No one knows what kind of person I am. I would feel confident if there is someone that will care about me. I want to hear ‘Kim Yongguk did well’”

P/S: You did very well! You have changed a lot. You have improved. I am so happy you gained confidence. You made so many friends and no more being alone. I will always support you and let’s debut in the near future. I’ll wait.

y'all the binder @skellydun bought me came today and i’m literally crying my chest is so flat but not Completely so i legit look like i have pecks omg i can’t even begin to say how happy and confident i am thank you so much dylan you’ve helped my dysphoria so much 😭💕

morning light

this one’s a super belated birthday st for @deamus, ilu ella a bit more than my grammar would suggest lmao ♡. yes, a muggle thlaise au because when am i not predictable and cliché. 

  • Blaise Zabini is over drunk one night stands.
  • He is. He has a fucking bet with Pansy Parkinson and his coffee machine is at stake.
  • And yet the light shining through the crack of the curtains is from a horrendously and completely wrong direction
  • And the obnoxious heaviness in his head is a blaring mockery that he’s just lost.
  • Well. Maybe. Had Pansy seen him leave the bar? He can’t recall even leaving the bar, if he’s being truthful.
  • (How much did he even have to drink? All he can remember is the smoothness of pale collarbones under the club lights and the press of warm hips and a gasping need for more.) 
  • A cough. And a “Morning”.
  • And there it is. 
  • The realisation that there are much worse things than losing a bet to Pansy. 
  • And those things most predominantly (overwhelmingly so) involve Theodore Silas Nott leaning against the doorway, an oversized sweater slumping off his shoulders in a way that highlighted his collarbones all too clearly (fuck they were those collarbones), his hands wrapped round a mug (if it was coffee, there was absolutely no justice in this world) and his glasses were ever so slightly askew on his ski slope nose.
  • Could humans short circuit? 
  • For Theodore’s slight sideways smile was too close to all those times back in Sixth Form when Theodore would snort or roll his eyes and Blaise would be left floundering.
  • Because his default when he was losing or unsure was to flirt shamelessly (it’s called smooth talking, Pansy shut up), to quirk his eyebrow, leave people flustered, off guard, their reasoning forgotten. 
  • He had never been able to do that with Theodore. The risk that it would end up as actual flirting and that Theodore wouldheaven forbid, realise, had been too horrifying.
  • And here he was, breath dry and gross, head pounding like some stupid sadistic anthem and fuck, he was naked in Theodore’s bed and he couldn’t even remember the details beyond his hazy memories of dancing.
  • “Where are my clothes?” God dammit, he was all croaky, that wasn’t attractive, was it too late to run? Were you allowed to postpone on the morning after? 
  • “In the wash. Your clothes stunk of vodka. And don’t worry, you won’t lose your coffee machine so quit staring at my mug like it betrayed you.” 
  • His coffee machine? Why did Theodore Nott know about his coffee machine? What else had he told him? 
  • Theodore laughed at the confusion on his face. All dimples and warm eyes. The sound seemed to burn a trail in Blaise’s stomach and he knew he was screwed. Just as he had been 5 years ago, in Room L, trying to focus on the presentation but only really watching the curve of Theodore’s lips round his words.
  • How predictable. And how inconvenient. His head hurt more than ever.
  • “You said and I quote - my coffee machine is safe because I’m going to take you on a date before we fuck.” 
  • Another smirk, so very Theodore, all natural poise and snark - but instead of those sharp protective edges he’d exuded back at school, there was a quiet, simmering confidence now. Blaise was most definitely screwed.
  • “Breakfast is in the kitchen. That can be our first date.” 

I remember taking the first photo and absolutely hating the way my body looked. I was so fed up with my bones sticking out, getting off on that empty feeling in my stomach and just being an emotional reck.
Choosing recovery was the best damn thing I ever did. It’s fucking hard, and some days it almost seems impossible. But through recovery I have gained confidence, control, happiness, I am able to enjoy food and not fear it. I am no longer consumed in the thought of becoming smaller, I was not born to shrink and neither were you. Everyday I am grateful that I can live another day, and each day I work hard to become the person I want to be.
Screw hating yourself, body shaming others, wanting to be someone els, the diet culture, the scale, your weight, etc. A number does not define who you are, recovery is about gaining happiness and accepting yourself just the way you are💕

Sigil List of thesigilwitch

This post is an attempt for me to compile all the sigils I created during my time as thesigilwitch, as well as the sigils that were made and posted by me at thesigilworkshop. For (what I hope is) convenience’s sake, they will be sorted by intent / purpose, alphabetically.

Some of these are so, so old, and I’m so ashamed of them, but here they are.


Abuse

Animals and Pets

Balance

Communication and Speech

Confidence

Courage and Bravery

Creativity

Deities and Worship

Emotions

Employment and Business

Energy

Focus and Concentration

Gender

Habits and Addictions

Health and Healing

Home and Hearth

Invisibility and Concealment

Luck

Magic and Spellwork

Memory and Clear Mindedness

Mental Health

Miscellaneous

Money and Finances

Motivation

Moving On

Plants and Gardening

Positivity

Productivity

Protection

Relationships and Love

Self Love

Sleep

Spirit Work

Strength

Success

Travel

Truth and Honesty

Joke Sigils

Thunder Struck - Bucky X Reader

TAKING REQUESTS

MASTERLIST

Request: I can’t fucking put the request in wtf? I can’t even write it from scratch myself what is this madness.

Warnings: Thunder (I mean??)

Words: 1 846

A/N: My phone literally won’t allow me to paste the request in nor did it let me manually type the exact request into where I wanted it (?????) but I strayed slightly off on this one. The request was kinda that the reader and Bucky are roommates and haven’t really talked to one another and then there’s a storm and Bucky cuddles with the reader and reader lulls him to sleep by stroking his hair.

I didn’t find it very believable for Bucky as a character to do that so I decided to change it up, both in plot and relationship with reader. Sorry if it’s not what you wanted but I hope it suffices!

Originally posted by crystallus


She opened the door to the balcony connected to her room at the Tower. The sky was dark and the air was still but thunder broke the tranquility, ripping through the air. She loved every second of it. Another bolt of lightning crashed down from the skies and a smile crept up to her lips. God, she really loved it.

Just before the thunder rolled in, she heard three knocks on her bedroom door from inside. “Come in!” She yelled through her room, wondering who’d want to talk to her at eleven at night when she had told everyone she was going to bed.

The door opened up and she glanced over her shoulder to find Bucky to her surprise. “Bucky? Is everything alright?” He looked distressed.

He watched her stand out on the balcony in cotton shorts and a tank top, prepared for bed taking a moment to enjoy the terrifying storm that was approaching. He lost his words as he saw her stand out there with such confidence.

“You look pale.” She stated and took a step towards the balcony doors in worry. Bucky managed to snap out of his transfixed state and swallowed his fear down for the moment.

“I- I was just wondering if you could keep me company.” He blurted out, flipping the coin around and surprising her. She furrowed her brows as to get more of an explanation from him. He sighed, giving in. “I hate thunderstorms.”

She smiled, but not in a mocking way, not at all. She smiled warmly, a hint of pity mixed with adoration. “Oh, you big, old child.” She chuckled and took a step further inside to be able to grab his arm and pull him out on the balcony. His body tensed but he followed her out nevertheless and stood by her side by the balcony railing.

The lightning struck again and she felt Bucky flinch as she had let her hand remain on his arm. His hands gripped the railing harder and he shivered as the thunder came, jaw tightening.

“Since when are you afraid of thunder?” She questioned as she had never heard of the fear before.

“I’m not scared.” He defended quickly. She sighed, smiling again.

“Okay, since when do you dislike the thunder so much?” She rephrased her sentence and looked up at him as his eyes remained glued on the horizon, waiting for the next bolt of lightning.

“Since the summer when I was nine and a thunderstorm took out the electricity in our house.” He confessed and flinched once again as the lightning struck.

“I didn’t know you had electricity when you were little.” She teased and got him to glare at her, happy that her change of subject had distracted him from the thunder he feared so much.

“I’m old, not ancient.” He pointed out and watched her hand as she poked at his upper arm, loving how quick he was to defend himself constantly whenever she pointed something out about him. She would have thought a man of his nature would be more tolerant.

“Well then, old man, let’s talk about something to distract you from the-” The rumbling thunder cut her off and Bucky let out an audible yelp. “Oh you poor thing.”

She rubbed her hand across his back and he rolled his eyes, pulling away from her and slowly backing through the balcony doors that stood wide open. “I’m not a child.”

Her eyes widened. “Well, you sure as hell act like one.” She chuckled again and followed Bucky inside, shutting the doors behind her. He paced around her room and took in the details he had never paid much mind to before. He looked at all the personal items, the collection of drawings she had done herself stuck to the floor to ceiling window before her desk. He noticed the photograph of her on the day of her graduation at the same school he knew Peter attended. Her room was a gold mine of memorabilia compared to his. He barely had a single pen that wasn’t branded by Stark Industries.

“I’m guessing you can’t fall asleep with the thunder around?” She said and paced over to her bed, moving the sheets away so she could crawl under them. She sat down and pulled them over her lap as she sat with her legs crossed by her pillow.

Bucky shook his head no, squeezing his eyes shut during the time it took for another wave of thunder to come in.

“Why don’t you try?” She suggested and he shook his head again.

“I already know I can’t.”

“No, I mean, why don’t you try here?” She looked up at him and watched him look down at her questioningly. She held her hand on the other side of her king sized bed that she never slept on.

“Sleep, with you? Oh god. I mean… Sleep in the same bed as you sleep in. Sleeping beside you, next to where you’re sleeping-”

“Geez!” She laughed loudly, cutting him off. “I’m not worried that we’ll sleep together, Bucky. I’m just saying that you should try and sleep in my bed instead. Having a change of where you sleep and sleeping beside someone can help.”

His cheeks were deep red and she snickered quietly to herself as she had left him stunned and at a loss of words.

“I- Yeah, sure…” He agreed and watched carefully as she got under the covers and moved to lay her head on the pillow.

“Come over here then, oldie. I’m tired and I can’t fall asleep with you pacing around in here.” She patted the mattress next to her and he moved over to the bed. He was wearing cotton shorts that reached his knees and a t-shirt which she guessed was what he slept in anyway, so he could just fall back and get some shuteye.

He hesitantly crawled under the covers and made sure to keep to his side of the bed, cheeks still red. “Why is it so warm in here?” He said after a few moments of silence. She looked over her shoulder as she had rolled around to face away from him.

“I don’t know. It’s your super soldier, body heat or something.” She guessed and shut her eyes again, feeling her body become heavier and heavier.

“Can- Can I take my shirt off?” He asked carefully, his voice quiet.

“That was the dumbest question I’ve ever heard.” She admitted and moved to lay on her back so that she could look at him. “First of all, you’re just removing a shirt. That’s all you’re doing. Secondly, if you think it’s too hot then you should be allowed to undress a little, don’t you think?”

He tilted his head back and forth a few times before nodding subtly. It did sound like a dumb question when she put it like that.

Without letting the covers go further down than his belly button, he pulled his shirt over his head. His metal arm buzzed quietly and he huffed as he had to tug at he fabric a bit, but eventually he got it off and dropped it on the floor next to the bed.

“There you go, you hunk. God, when did you get so ripped?” She asked casually, obliviously staring at his toned stomach that peaked from under the covers. Shyly, he pulled the grey covers up to his armpit and folded his hands over his chest. “Sharing is caring, ya know?” She teased and nudged her elbow into his side.

She loved Bucky. He was always so kind and she had been able to tell that his fear for the thunder had been the real deal, and she would not let him be scared through the entire storm that would most likely last through the night. She had multiple times been told that her cheerful personality was her best trait, she she decided to put it to good use. It seemed to work as she managed to distract Bucky enough to barely notice the thunder and lightning outside.

“You’re insane.” She schooled his head and looked up at the ceiling, unable to prevent the smile that came after.

“A little maybe, but how boring would I be if I was sane? You’d have no Y/N dragging you out of this god forsaken Tower for adventures every now and then.” She looked over at him again.

“Adventures?” He questioned. “You mean like when you want company down to the grocery store to buy food at four in the morning?”

“Exactly!” She exclaimed and rolled around to face him completely, placing her elbow on the pillow and leaning her head against her hand.

“Those are no adventures.” He objected and shook his head.

“It’s what you make of it, Barnes. You gotta have a little spirit.” She smiled as she was only making fun of herself in the end for justifying her so-called adventures.

“How come you are always so happy?” He completely threw her off guard. He wasn’t sure if he had even meant to ask the question out loud. It just sort of slipped.

“Well, I think that’s just who I am. Tony’s confident beyond compare, you’re an old fart and I’m happy. That’s just me.” She laughed and watched as Bucky rolled his eyes.

She noticed how her eyelids involuntarily began to blink at a slower pace, her vision becoming slightly blurry. Bucky did too, without her even realizing that he was watching her fall asleep right in front of him.

Her head began to lean forward as it was still resting in her hand until her limb gave out and she fell forward, crashing into Bucky’s chest. His body froze as she laid atop his bare skin, a long sigh leaving her lips. The thunder rolled in once her breathing became heavy and he knew she was asleep. Her mission to distract him from the storm had been successful but once again he flinched every time the lightning flashed its light into Y/N'a bedroom and the thunder shook the walls.

As she fell deeper into her slumber, her body was unaware that the object she leaned upon was in fact Bucky. With another sigh she turned in her sleep and raised her hand and wrapped it around Bucky like he was her stuffed animal.

He slowly began to relax at her touch as he realized she wouldn’t wake up and see how they were holding on another.

He let his left hand wrap around from behind her shoulder and to her upper arm whilst his metal one moved a few strands of hair away from her face before settling above her arm on his stomach.

His head fell back as another lightning bolt lit up the room. He didn’t flinch that time as he didn’t want to wake up Y/N. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. She looked as if she felt safe with him, and how could that feeling not be passed on to him?

A Lesson On Being in the “Now”

We live in a time where we are always trying to distract ourselves from the present. We are always grabbing for something else, often unconsciously, to change our mood — change the channel, get a cup of coffee, have a cigarette, scroll down facebook, but so often what we are reaching for is not material at all. Subconsciously we are not happy with how we are living in that moment. We are searching for some kind of fulfillment. We are so uncomfortable with living life just as it should be, that we create problems and unhappiness for ourselves. You see, life isn’t meant to exist in a narrow state of perpetual happiness. That’s a book - those are movies. It is very far from reality. 

So what can you do right now? Breathe, and slow down. Start right now by looking at the colors around you. Inhale deeply and notice how the air smells. Pretend you are a child again, experiencing life for the very first time - one sense at a time. Notice the sounds around you - even the subtle ones. The hum of your computer, the soft breathing of your dog or cat, envelop the sounds of music and feel them deeply. Whatever you are doing, do it fully. Do it with all of yourself. After doing this for a few minutes, notice how you feel. Calmer? Simpler? This is how life should be! This is also a form of meditation and one can find it very therapeutic to relax their mind through focusing on external simplicities. 

The goal here is to FEEL. Embrace all emotions and feelings. This is to be human. This is to be alive. Let yourself cry and let yourself be angry. LET yourself feel things. This world trains us for a life of indifference -over the years we forget that empathy is the key to happiness. Feeling is the key to life. So let yourself feel. Feel all your vivid, fiery, watery emotions. Give yourself permission to be full-bodied. Peel away the many layers that you’ve built up over the years. The peeling is necessary for growth and happiness.  It’s a messy, beautiful, magnificent process. Breathe, relax, and let go. 

Jughead & Me

I just want to say something about our Juggie boy.

I’m probably older than most of you in the tag. I was reading Archies in the very early 90s - my Mom was into them, too. I inherited some of her old comics.

Always loved Betty, she looked like me and she was “good” or “pure” as you kids like to say. I didn’t really understand her obsession with Archie, but I always felt empathy for her.

Jug was my other favorite. He remained my favorite throughout the years, and there was a big reason why: he made me feel ok about not being obsessed with love.

I was a late bloomer. Boys terrified me. I wanted to beat my time on Super Mario Bros. 3 and watch Disney Afternoon. I didn’t go to dances, I didn’t participate in any of it. It made me nervous, and with everything else going on during adolescence, I chose to do the things that were carefree and enjoyable to me.

We effectively see 2 years of Jughead’s life. Sophomore and Junior year. During that time, he doesn’t want anything to do with girls or romance - and, with boys, that was me, too.

Things changed for me as I got older. Now I’m married.

It just bothers me when I read “you can’t have Jughead” in regards to shipping him with Betty. What? Who says?

I cherish my books because the characters I love grew there and live there. Don’t tell me or anyone else how to feel about a character, especially one whose history is long and complex and shouldn’t be completely negated by one writer and a couple of arcs. I won’t tell you how to feel, either. If this character makes you feel confident in however you identify, then I am so happy for you. Storytelling is supposed to do good - so please don’t attempt to rob me of its benefits, too.

I really wasn’t planning on commenting on any of this, but, man, fandom brings out the ugly.

To close, let me also say that this is in defense of MY personal relationship with these characters. Individually, they’ve meant a lot to me, and together, they do, too.

In the end, it’s fiction. We’re all gonna be ok, lol. I just feel like the light and joy gets sucked out of things so quickly because people disagree on something. Just leave it be.

Betty is a sweet knucklehead and Jughead just wants to hang out and be carefree. Then they’ll grow older and be OTP.

Starry

BTS Reactions - You feeling insecure

You stand in front of the mirror, frowning at the person looking back at you. Sighing, you pull your top back off because it doesn’t look right. Nothing looks right today! You feel like crying as you pull your night shirt back on and continue staring. A tear slips out as you flop back down on your bed. You knew agreeing to go for lunch with the boys was a bad idea. A knock comes from your bedroom door and you wipe your tears away, calling out for your boyfriend to enter…

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anonymous asked:

I was about ready to give up on art and three years ago I found your journals & started drawing a lot more !! I feel like you've helped me grow into the person I am, inspiring confidence in me !! You're my role model and I'm really happy college is going well for you, you fucking deserve it :) <3

dude that’s great, thank you!