i am so proud of this you have no idea


LAZY SODA // A LazyTown Music Video!

**Warning for epilepsy and mild swearing**

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Gently throws this post at you

Stop telling young/novice artists ther art is “cringy” and “shitty” and “only fun to laugh at” it’s stupid and gross and just makes you look like a douche canoe.

If I had been harassed at such a young vulnerable stage of my art career I would have quit without a second thought.

To all young/novice artists:
I am here to support you! If you want tips or help with ideas or critiques I’m here to that

Don’t let anyone make you quit what you are doing

You don’t have to be prefect yet but it’s okay to make that somethin you strive for

It is okay to be PROUD OF YOUR ART even if it isn’t of highest quality compared to others

I’m so proud of you for sharing your art and being creative and I love what you do keep it up.

I love to follow novice artists the always surprise me with their improvement.


Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there.
I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autum rain.

And when you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.

                          - Mary Elizabeth Frye

Hidden Behind Straightened Hair

Hidden Behind Straightened Hair | The fives times Dan’s hair was used as a joke to hide his insecurity about his sexuality, and the one time it wasn’t.| Phan | PG-13 | Homophobia, Bi-Erasure, 2012 Scenario’s, Curly hair/Straight jokes | 5,304 Words

Massive thank you to @ineverhadmyinternetphase​ for quite literally letting me force her to read over my shoulder the entire time I worked on this, and her endless support of both my take on 2012 events, and bi-erasure.

Honestly guys, this is the thing I am currently the most proud of ever having written, so please let me know what you think <3 I’m literally shaking as I post this. 

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Just for Tonight (Jongin)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Words: 1497

A/N: This is the longest imagine I’ve ever written and I’m so proud of myself. I got this idea after reading some quote off of some blog that I couldn’t find again, but it stuck with me so I decided to write an imagine about it.

Summary: You and Jongin have broken up, but Jongin shows up at your door at 3 am saying he has a meeting tomorrow and can’t sleep without you.

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mom: so how’s college going?
me: great


guys I’m so sorry I’m a lame scrub and it’s taken me so long to get this up. I also am not very proud of it and it isn’t really the way I wanted this to end but I ran out of ideas so… love you guys tho thank you so much for the support.

Warnings: SMUT

I couldn’t thank Calum enough for being there for me. It meant a lot and I never would have found out about the feelings Luke had otherwise.

I had all of the dinner with my parents to decide what I would do with the information. By the end of the dinner I had build up the nerve to go talk to him.

I went into the bathroom of the expensive restaurant my parents took me too. Making sure most of my makeup was rubbed off and not lining my eyes.

If I wanted to stay confident I had to do this now. I say goodbye to my parents and make my way to Luke’s. I have no idea if he is home but I was willing to wait.

When I arrive at his apartments, sitting in my car for minutes trying to regain the amount of faith I had at the restaurant.

My hands are shaking once I finally get out of the car. The sun is setting, a chill washes over my body as goosebumps settle over my bare legs.

His door is unlocked when I twist the knob, walking into a warm living room.

I step deeper into the house,he standing in the kitchen.

“Hey what? Too good to reply to my texts.” Luke says when he sees me.

I watch his eyes travel down my body, his eyes make my skin burn.

“I was busy.” I say, the slightest tone of annoyance laced my words.

His eyebrows etch together in confusion before remembering.

“Oh shit!” He curses. “Oh shit!” He says louder, running his hands roughly through his hair.

His eyes close and when they open his eyes are an icy blue generating all sorts of emotions.

“Your art reveal. Oh my gosh I can’t believe I forgot.” He groans to himself.

I shake my head, that’s the last thing on my mind anymore. I want to know do what calum said was really true.

Have all the feelings I’ve felt for Luke been regenerated by him. Does he wish I was more than a friend?

“Luke, it’s okay. Really.” I say. I step forward, placing a hand in the cool granite of the counter.

“No. It’s not, I’m such a shitty person. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He mutters over and over again.

I reach and touch his arm with my other hand. He finally goes quiet from his rambling and just looks at me.

His eyes moving once again down my body before settling on my face.

I look up at him, smiling at his guilt and how content he is after my touch.

“Luke.” I take a step closer to him.

I can hear his breathing accelerate as my lips part. I want to ask him how his dinner was and if she was still here.

My brain seems to not be able to form any thoughts but the one about the proximity of how close Luke is to me and the words calum said.

I have no idea what to say.

“In broke up with Arzaylea tonight. I just wants to tell you that because I haven’t been completely honest with you. She was taking away from time with my friend and well you and I-” He starts his obsessive rambling.

One of the only things I actually heard him say is that he broke up with Arzaylea. He broke up with her!

Overwhelmed with all the emotions tonight I just wanted to feel something that is real. I grab the back of his neck and pull him down to me. His lips meet mine in such a delicate way.

Such a different feeling from anything I’ve ever experienced but I know it’s real.

He kisses me back, his hand moving up to rest on my hip. My hand slides from the back of his neck into his blond curls.

His pink lips mold to mine, his soft tongue requesting entrance in my mouth. For once things were actually working out between us and nothing has ever felt so good.

When we finally pull away the room is filled with silence. The kind that makes you wonder what the other person is thinking.

His eyes continue to burn into me. I want tell him so many things but talking will simply ruin the moment.

Instead I show him my affection by reaching my hand up and stroking his face. His leans into my hand, his eye fluttering closed.

Electricity shoots through my body. Excitement and relief flood my body. I can’t believe Luke and I didn’t talk sooner. We felt the same way the whole time and fear is what stopped us from ever realizing it.

“I’m so sorry.” He apologizes again.

“Luke really, I told you it’s okay.” I say.

He opens his eyes, the blueness of them never ceases to amaze me.

“No. For everything, for not speaking up about how I feel sooner. For staying with Arzaylea for so long. I just didn’t know how to handle it. I was so scared that it would ruin our friendship if I said anything. So I think I was just distracting myself with Arzaylea because don’t know what I would do without you.” Luke says.

I smile, my cheeks heating. “I don’t know what I would do without you either.”

My brain is filled with thoughts of Luke and I as children. We giggled as we innocently shared our first kiss in the trees house we practically lived in.

I always found myself wanted to go back to the time but now that Luke and I have finally come clean I’m happy to be living in the moment.
‘Come and find me.’ I text Luke.

It’s been a couple weeks since my art show. So far it’s gotten really good reviews and it’s even been featured in Sydney’s newspapers.

Because of the publicity I’ve been contacted by other artists who want to see more of my work and asked to teach an art class.

We are at my parents for a dinner party. With all the family and friends over Luke and I have barely been able to talk to each other.

I giggle when I see his response.

‘Easy. I always win this game:)’

It’s true, even as kids no matter how good I thought my hiding spot was Luke always found me almost right away.

From outside I can hear my back for open. Feet crunch the fallen leaves and soon enough the door to the tree house swings open.

“Told you.” He grins.

He stocks oven to me, bending down so he doesn’t hit his head. This treehouse was built for us as kids and isn’t quite tall enough to support the 6 foot boy has become.

My face gets red as he sits next to me. He leans over, kissing me.

No matter how many times that’s happened in the past couple weeks I can’t get myself to get use to it. My whole body reacts to him, my mind fuzzy.

I lay back and he comes with me, laying between my legs. He already knows the things that drive me crazy for him.

His hips hesitantly drive forward making me moan involuntarily.

He plays with my tongue, biting my lip as he pulls away.

His eyes glance down at my body, my shirt curving along my breasts. Luke looks up at me with his wild cobalt as asking for permission.

I nod eagerly, I’ve been craving his touch. His long fingers tugging my shirt down to reveal my braless chest.

I hear him suck in a quick breath as he takes in my body.

The cold air bites at my nipple, making it harden. My skin feels hot against his. He dips his head down again, his lips connecting with my neck leaving wet kisses.

I can feel his hand slide down my body, I shudder when he brushes over the front of my pants.

I spread my legs a little wider, giving him consent. He struggles to unzip my pants with one hand as the other one cups my bare chest.

I help him, sliding my pants to my ankles.

We use to play in this tree house as kids. Now we are all grown up doing more… adult things.

All the memories I have in this tree house, this will be one I’m happy to keep.

His fingers rub circles on my clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves sending shock waves through my body.

My hand grips his upper arms roughly, I moan into his mouth.

His long blond hair tickles my forehead. His swollen lips attacking mine gently.

He moves to my neck, leaving marks.

I scold him, saying my parents could see. His lip moves to my ear, biting the lobe.

I moan his name, trying to clamp my legs together as I come close. His skilled hands still touching me.

“I love you.” He whispers his confession into my ear.

That along with other factors make me come undone.

All the while he whispers sweet words into my ear like the way we use to tell secrets as kids.

I don’t know if he meant as more than friends but when I said it back it felt right both ways.

a/n: so that is all the parts I was planning on doing for this story. If I think of anything else or if you guys REALLY want me to I MIGHT update again but idk. Again, love you.

Healthy Grocery List

So you started on this fitness journey! Yaayyyy! I’m so proud of you. But wait. There is a small problem. You want to eat healthy, but you have no idea what to buy at the store. Never fear, I am here… to help you grocery shop, that is(:

Here is a list of healthy and affordable foods that you can pick up at any local grocery store. In order, proteins, carbs, fats and produce:

-Chicken Breast
-Ground Turkey
-Cottage Cheese
-Sweet Potatoes
-Instant Oatmeal
-100% Whole Wheat bread
-Peanut Butter
-Any veggies you want! 

There you have it. Stick to drinking only water, not drinking your calories will give you more wiggle room when it comes to food. 

Heal - Enoch O'Connor imagine - request - part 1

request: Have you ever done a writing about Enoch were there’s someone new in the loop and they have the same peculiarity as him but with slight differences and he’s a little curious about them but he end up liking the person? (You needed some ideas so he I am! ring me up)

a/n: here it is! i like it, i am proud of it and i hope you like this, too. i will be doing part 2 ayeyayeyayeayeeeee

y/n was still dazed by everything around her, she asked for her room and privacy. miss peregrine led her up the stairs, her room was across the hall from a door that was a paler white than all the others. y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the weird door, but got into her room and closed the door after her.

she sighed. the room was spacious. there were empty shelves, a desk, a bed and a closet. there was also a large window with a wide-enough windowsill to sit on from which the bright summer sun light shone down from.

y/n placed her suitcases down on the floor and sat on the bed with flowered covers. this was all a new start for her, a new life. new people, new things happening, new secrets, anything new.

she had been asking for something like this, but did she want it now? she didn’t know. god, she needed to go back, get out of here.

but mother had said this is the safest place there will be. i wonder - what did she mean by that?

there was a knock on y/n’s door. she sighed again. “come in.” she called out.

the door was hesitantly opened by a teenage boy with dark hair. he partly came into y/n’s eyesight. he also had dark eyes, but his skin was pale as paper. his face held a gloomy grimace, the one that makes you feel sorry for the person even if you don’t know the reason.

y/n stretched her dress out and looked at the boy. “hi.” she said with a sigh.

“hullo.” he said. “i, uh-i’m enoch.” he introduced himself. “you must be y/n.”

“yes, that’s me.” y/n said.

“n-nice to meet you.” enoch said. “i heard that you, uh… that our ‘peculiarities’ are very similar.”

“oh.” y/n said. “who did you hear that from?”

“miss peregrine, of course. she knows everything.”

y/n opened her mouth to ask how did the lady of the house know everything, but then left that question for later. she had a tiny bit more important one on her mind.

“how much exactly are our… powers different?” y/n asked enoch.

“well… miss peregrine didn’t tell me what you can do.” enoch stated. “but i can take one’s life and give it to another.”

“oh.” y/n’s eyebrows raised. that’s a creepy… peculiarity or something. “so you can make… the dead alive again?”

“you could call it that, sure.” enoch grinned a little. “but what can you do?”

“i can…” y/n sighed. she had never told anyone about her power this directly. “i can heal anything, anyone, if i want to.”

“how exactly?” enoch squinted his eyes as if to see and know more about y/n.

“with my… hands.” she furrowed her eyebrows.

“can you show me?”

“is there anyone hurt?”

“hold on.” enoch said and went out of the room. where was he off to? he returned a few minutes after with a bird in his hands. “here.”

enoch walked over to y/n and stood before her while giving her the bird. when it landed in her hands, she saw its wing was broken. her face saddened.

enoch sat next to y/n on the bed, a little too closely for y/n if she would notice, and looked at her. she examined the bird and then took it closer to her face.

y/n held the broken wing between her fingers and closed her eyes. she placed a kiss on the bird’s head, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. a few seconds passed with y/n healing the bird and enoch intently and curiously watching her.

y/n took the bird away from her and brought it before her enoch, a little further up in the air. the bird shook its head and swung up into the air. it was flying again.

y/n smiled and looked over at enoch. “that’s how i do it.” she was proud and it left enoch still curious, but also amazed.

“that’s… amazing.” he said. y/n blushed a little.

“thanks.” she said.

enoch cleared his throat as the tension between them became awkward. “anyways, there’s dinner in a few minutes. we have to go. miss peregrine doesn’t like anyone being late.”

y/n watched as the bird flew out of the window and then looked back at enoch. “yes, of course.”

Being their daugther would include...


  • he’d be very protective of you
  • him teaching you how to fight because that’s what women do where he comes from
  • being able to beat every man around thanks to him
  • him always talking to Gisla how proud he is of you
  • “Did you punsh him?” -”Yes.” -”Hit him harder next time, he could still walk.”


  • you’d have to look after all your brothers and take care of them because they’re reckless idiots
  • demanding to be taken along on raids because you want to see so much of the world just as he does
  • “You’re not coming with us.”“I can do what I want and I am coming with you.”
  • trying to make him get along with Rollo
  • coming up with ideas where to sail next and enthusiastically telling your father about it


  • coming up with new inventions together
  • he’d make you all kinds of toys when you’re little
  • you helping to build ships when you’re older
  • putting up with some strange behaviour of his
  • he’d always talk about the gods and teach you things about them

anonymous asked:

Hello Sarah (I love the name). I'm not the one, but I wanted to thank you very, very much. You have no idea how your blog helped me. All my life I've been a person who doesn't want to upset anyone, who would help anybody, who wouldn't say "no". My "friends" just used me, because I let them and they knew it. I harmed myself. I've read your posts, they're so meaningful and for the first time I said "no" to protect myself. I'm important no less than other people. Thank you so much sweetie💕

Words can’t even EXPRESS how damn proud I am of you, honeybun. All of the growth that you have worked for is all thanks to you, baby. You are not only important, but you are also strong, beautiful and capable of recovering, no matter what happened in your past. Thank you for sending this in, darling. This truly put a smile on my face. 😘💝💫

I am weirdly invested in the idea of Solas having a kind of fatherly pride in Fenris
  • Solas: Your name is Fenris. "Little Wolf."
  • Fenris: You find my name amusing? So did my master.
  • Fenris: He gave me that name as a kind of joke. He relished any chance to twist what he knew of Elven culture and language to his own ends.
  • Fenris: And he enjoyed the thought of keeping a wolf at heel.
  • Solas: But you did not stay at heel, did you?
  • Fenris: I did not.
  • Solas: Then you have more than lived up to the name. Your namesake would be proud.
  • Fenris: My namesake?
  • Fenris: Do you mean Fen'Harel? In all honesty I could not care less what ancient elves would think of me, much less their gods.
  • Solas: *laughs* Good.
big taz dump (theories and stuff)

so i recently caught up on the adventure zone and OH boy am i intrigued. griffin has woven SUCH an incredible story and i love it so much.

i have a lot of thoughts i wanna put out there, and in an attempt of some form of organization, i’ll be gathering them up into four categories: what is explicitly canon, what can be inferred to be canon, theories based off of canon, and headcanons–that is, things that have a loose base in canon.

huge spoilers for the adventure zone below! please, if you care about things like spoilers, catch up on taz before reading ahead.

if you’re caught up, or if spoilers don’t bother you, come on down! this is my first post like this, so forgive me if this is a little wonky;;

i’ll try and update this post as new episodes come out and more theories are cooked up, just to have one collective place to store everything. anyone can ask to contribute to add something if they’d like! 

points in bold are newly added as of the latest update to this post.

last updated: february 17th

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wanderingnork  asked:

I was going to confess this anonymously, but fuck it: YOU have enabled me to write ALMOST 70,000 WORDS worth of a Gravebone fic. I started writing on a whim and it was GOING to be short and then I found your amazing blog and it was all over. I have no idea how long this story will be and when it will be posted, but rest assured that I'm going to dedicate this story to you because I'm so grateful. You helped me get my writing motivation back again! Even if this ship is eating my sanity... <3

You have no idea how happy for you I am right now omfg. You totally need to tell me when you post your story so I can share it :D STAY MOTIVATED, YOU’RE AWESOME. 

Yes, it’s racist.

Let me tell you guys a little something, here.

Mexican people have always been victims of the damn “Moustache, sombrero, poncho and nopal” stereotype and it needs. To. Stop.

Mexico is a very beautiful country full of colour, art, history, culture, biodiversity, you name it, we have it. I am proud of belonging to such a beautiful country and it really, REALLY pisses me off to see drawings of Sombra with a fucking moustache, sombrero and maracas. You have any idea how harmful that stupid stereotype is?

A fucking singer got banned from Mexico for saying that Mexican women “have big moustaches and are ugly”

Frankly disgusting.

So please do yourselves a favour and stop spreading that crap. You want to draw Sombra in something a little more Mexican? Look up folkloric dresses from Mexico. Look for Chiapas, Guerrero, Oaxaca, Veracruz, Sinaloa, Durango, I don’t know. Find a list of the Mexican States, pick one, and draw her in those dresses.

Seriously, look at this colour:

Or if you want less colour and a fresh look, here


Anyway, treenerd out. Get your shitty racist crap out of my dash.