i will stop posting my damn face

YOOO so imma pinpoint the exact moment when Lance stopped being overly flirtatious with Allura and actually started respecting her as a person and maybe even falling in love with her

Okay ya ready??  (oh and im ignoring the vlog completely lol i think we can all agree with that)

So we all know that the turning point was season 3, but Im wondering why exactly.  What made him think, “huh maybe my feelings are more serious than jst playful flirting, or trying to get a kiss? Maybe Allura means alot more to me then just a pretty face”

And I have the answer!

This moment.  Right here.  S2E13

When the castle blew up, and everyone thought she had died.  The moment Lance thought he’d lost her.  Look at his face

ahhh im crying  Everyone else was looking up at the castle completely dumbstruck, but Lance was already doubled over, in full regret mode.  (and we know how hard he is on himself)  

What could have been going on in his head?? Why did I waste so much time flirting?  I knew she didnt like it.  I could have spent that time getting to know her… asking about her father and mother and homeplanet.  I could have been friends with her.  I could have not been annoying.  I could have….. I could have….

but i didnt

omg im actually crying lolol








I swear i didnt photoshop or anything (i dont have those skillz lol)  I actually discovered this AS I WAS MAKING THIS POST lolol and I completely freaked out hahaha XD

So yeah I think it’s safe to say that was the turning point, because from then on we stopped getting looks like this

And started getting looks like this

also damn look at that great parallel

anonymous asked:

What do you love about Toby’s thighs? What’s so amazing about them? Feel free to wax poetic

WELL. *cracks knuckles* To begin with, thank you for starting my day off right with this beautiful ask, Anon. I like you. Feel free to drop by anytime.

So Toby, by all definition and understanding, is already a very handsome figure of a man. His face in particular is very pleasing to the eye, and it would be so even without the talent he posseses, but the talent! The expression! HIS FACE. I would like to award many prizes to his face, his eyebrows his eyes, those delightful furrows in his brow, and the attractive lines around his mouth . *SIGHS HEAVILY*

Anyway, you get my drift, it’s all good. He should have many awards for how he chooses to use his face. It’s a good face, bront.

But. His. THIGHS.

His thighs.

You know how there’s a lot of poetry about trees? Cause trees are beautiful and strong and amazing and they last forever (until people cut them down, but I digress). LOOK AT THE MIGHTY OAK, for example. It’s strong, it’s firm, it’s majestic.

Toby’s thighs are like trees. They’re beautiful, and broad and strong and I want to climb them and explore them and maybe build a treehouse idk.

(this scene is agonizing but THIGHS)

Just the expanse of them is truly mesmerizing. Like I have decent hands, but I feel it would take a broader hand than mine to fit around his thighs and be able to stroke them as they deserve to be stroked.

When he walks, it’s one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen in my life and folks, I have been inside the Taj Mahal and let me tell you, I would rather see Toby’s thighs.

They’re so fucking capable! Like when he‘s in an action scene (swordfighting & horseback riding come to mind), his movements are just so good.

He fights a good fight.

be it sword or pistol

or on horseback

or just chilling with a sword

But it’s nice to see them at repose too.

Repose is good.

But then there’s just the way he fucking sits and hot damn, that is a good way to sit. All other men should have to close their fucking legs when they sit, and take up less space, except for Toby.

He can sit like this wherever he damn pleases. Thigh spread for days, my man. (stop blocking the view, table, omg)

Thigh spread away

Notice I didn’t even get into the freckles yet! 

Look how beautiful

Freckles are excellent.

These assholes don’t even realize the presence of the thighs they are in.

In conclusion I love Toby’s thighs a lot. Thanks for coming to my thigh talk.

I swear to god, the amount of times I’ve tripped over my own feet or run into a wall or door while looking at/thinking about pretty women of colour is ridiculous. Y'all need to stop being so damn gorgeous or you are literally going to kill me.

Meeting Aquila~ Charoix

Summery: Croix meets Aquila for the first time (Years later au) 


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Five minute ficlet (Blinded, pt6)

“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever,” you read. You were sitting across from Leonard in his quarters, feet up on his coffee table. You suspected he knew, but he hadn’t chastised you yet. It’d been the same for the past two nights, since he’d had the surgery to correct his vision. M’Benga had declared the surgery a success, but wanted rest. Leonard had wanted to get up and start doing things. The compromise had been rebandaging him to remind him he wasn’t supposed to be straining his eyes.

“This story is ridiculous,” Leonard complained, leaning forward in his chair. “The damned fool has loved her since the first moment he laid eyes on her. He should be so lucky to have her after the jackass he’s been.”

“You get that Austen was a great satirist, right?” You laughed in response. “She’s basically making fun of the stupidity of the class system of her time. To some, Darcy is brought low by marrying Lizzie. And to others, Lizzie is accepting less than what she deserves.”

“Then the both of them are idiots,” he grumbled. You patted his hand and let out a huff of amusement.

“Would you rather I ask Jim for another book?” You asked. He sighed heavily.

“No, finish the damn happy ever after part, Geoff says he’s going to take these fresh bandages off tonight and see how my eyes are, maybe it’ll be the last time you read to me. Wouldn’t want to leave off halfway through a new book,” he replied. “I hate to ask a favour, darlin’, but before we continue can I ask you to walk me over to the head? I tripped over something this afternoon.”

You rose and stepped toward him, reaching out to take his hand in yours. Wordlessly, you assisted him to his feet, and led him around the coffee table toward the bathroom. He stopped in the middle of the room, suddenly, causing you to lurch and stumble toward him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. He tugged you toward him, causing you to stumble again, and he caught you in his arms. Instead of just steadying you, they came around you, wrapping you in the warm comfort of an embrace. You let out a sigh of contentment and leaned your head against his chest.

“I realized earlier I hadn’t thanked you,” he smoothed your hair over your shoulders, dipping his head. You felt his lips touch the crown of your head and felt a trail of goosebumps cascade along your shoulders and down your arms.

“And you’re thanking me with a hug? I shared my secret chocolate stash with you,” you teased, looking up at him. His hand caught your chin, and his thumb glanced across your lips. “This isn’t about the bathroom, is it?”

“You still feel kind, even when that mouth is being cruel,” he taunted in return. You laughed, and leaned back into his chest, drawing comfort from the sensation of the strength of his arms around you.

“Keep that nonsense up, and I’ll stop reading to -”

He cut you off by dropping his mouth to yours. The kiss was tentative, almost hesitant. His hand tangled in your hair, coming to rest at the nape of your neck as he applied a little more pressure. You opened your lips to his, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip cautiously. A soft moan escaped you, and it was the invitation he needed to deepen the kiss, pulling you tightly against him, his tongue tracing along your teeth and across the roof of your mouth. You pulled back, breathless.

“Did I misread this?” he blurted. “It’s harder without being able to see body language -”

“No,” you interrupted. “You just, you’ve never seen me.”

“I don’t need to.” His hands were tracing your features again. “I’ve heard your laughter. I’ve heard your strength. I’ve felt your kindness. You’ve never once treated me like I was broken, you’ve just worked with what I have to offer. A blind doctor, in the outer reaches of the galaxy, like caring for me is just a practical, worthwhile use of your time.”

“Because it is, Leonard. Has no one ever been kind to you?” You asked, your brow furrowing in concern.

“That’s different. You are different. I can feel the weight of Jim’s concern when he is in here visiting. I can sense the worry Geoff has about the surgery’s success,” he explained. “When you’re with me, all I feel is accepted. Whole or in pieces. Like it doesn’t matter if I can see tomorrow.”

“Because it doesn’t. I’ve only ever known you this way,” you admitted. “The captain, Doctor M’Benga, they are your friends, but they also know Doctor Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise. They’re understandably worried.”

“Aren’t you?” He countered.

“Of course I am,” you replied. “But I’m not your co-worker, facing the thought of having to cover your post indefinitely. And I’m not your captain, worrying about how to manage your care on a five-year mission. I’m nobody. I can accept you completely because there is only one aspect to my worry. Are you well? Are you healing?”

“Your mind is beautiful,” he murmured, his lips meeting yours again. “And damn if I’m not completely attracted to it.” His hand ran down your shoulder, along the swell of your breast, stopping at your waist. “Tell me to stop, Y/N. If you’re just the person who found me and put me back together and want nothing else to do with me, tell me to stop before I’m in too deep.”

“I couldn’t if I tried, Leonard.”



I’m just saying you can’t possibly believe there aren’t people capable enough to do Mark’s job.” he paused. “Or an even better job.”

Aaaaalright. When you find that person, please let me know because I’m seriously dying to find someone who eats pussy the way he did.” you were mad. This wasn’t even about Mark’s pride. Who gave a shit about his pride? This was about the little shit lying right next to you.

He looked at you for the first time in the four hours he had been there, serious smoked out eyes boring into your own as he said in the calmest and deepest voice you had ever heard:

I can eat your pussy better than he ever will.”

Genre: Romance. Smut.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: Mature (face riding and just a lil of spanking because damn)

Length: 3.2k

A/N: so ok, i used to write a lot when my blog url was slutmi and they were all fics about demi so i wasnt sure whether to post this or not. wrote it out of nowhere.  and idk listen this is trash like nowhere near as good as any other kpop/bts writer so i sincerely apologize so stOP judging right NOW istg sorry yes the outfit  jungkook is wearing here is THAT outfit. yall know which one. lets not ok? ok.  also btw listen to my queen jojo’s edibles for real invented r&b like queen of legendary comebacks she really did THAT

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Dean and I have a lot of different interactions so I’m gonna try to organize the posts about them a different way.
Thursday was kinda eventful if I say so myself.

On my way to fill up my water bottle between first and second period, Dean caught a glimpse of me and literally RAN to the water fountain to keep me from filling up my bottle.
“No water during class transition.” He said with stupid smug look on his face, even though I fill up my bottle during every transition everyday.

I use the bathroom every period to catch a glimpse of him sitting in the hall since him and another administrator chill in the hall all damn day. When I went to use the bathroom during second period he walked by me with a weird look on his face.
“You look good.” He mumbled as he passed by me.
I immediately giggled and turned to watch him walk away. He’s an idiot.

When I went to use the bathroom third period, I stopped to talk to him and the other administrator, we’ll just call him Admin, at their post. Admin got up and walked to their office, leaving just Dean and me. I had a cherry flavored lollipop in my mouth.
[SIDENOTE: I eat a lot of lollipops around Dean.]
“Let me get some of your lollipop.” He said, leaning forward in his chair.
“It was in my mouth, though. You sure?” Knowing he wouldn’t care.
He shrugged in response so I held the lollipop out, smirking. We weren’t alone in the hall so he ended up shaking his head.
“Nah, it would be inappropriate.” He grumbled, obviously a little disappointed.
I just kinda laughed and told him I’d give him one later.

While we were at lunch he walked by my table and pointed at me saying “Ms.[my last name], I need to talk to you.”
Needless to say, I got scared and was worried about it all lunch long.
At the end Of lunch I held back so we’d be the last ones up the steps and I could ask him about it. Long story short, I’d given one of my teachers attitude and that apparently isn’t very student government like behavior. (I’m the head of community service)
When I went to defend myself he immediately rushed to say “I can see you giving Mr. D sass.”
“Ok have you actually seen me give him sass or is it that you can picture me giving him sass?” I shoot back

He replies with, and I swear this is true, “I know you give him sass because I stick my head in the back door to try to get your attention all the time and have, in fact, witnessed you giving him sass.”
Which of course gave me a mini heart attack.

My fourth period class is a computer based one so I always make up excuses to get out and wonder the halls in hopes to bother Dean, who just so happened to walk into my class when I was getting my note written.
“How are you getting out of class this time, nerd?” He started to peer over my shoulder at the note.
I didn’t wanna tell him since it was a teacher he’s always joking about me having a crush (even though he knows that it’s himself I’m crushing on) on and saying that that particular teacher is my favorite instead of he himself.
So I didn’t let him see it and went to wait in the doorway of my class.
When Dean walked by me to leave the room, he tried to snatch the note out of my hand. I’m lowkey a ninja tho so he was unsuccessful.
“[My name], let me see the note.” He was all stern like and put his hips and it was super cute.
I sighed and held the note up in his face.
“Oooooh of course it’s a note to go to his room. That’s crazy considering I was abouta ask you to come hang out with me in my office.”

I literally have no shame cuz I was all “WELL IF THATS THE CASE forget said teacher I’ll just go in your office.” like super fast.
He shook his head and started walking away but gave me the universal hand sign for “wait a second.”
I waited for more than a second though I waited all fuckin period and the dumbass didn’t come get me.

When I went to use the bathroom during fifth period I went over to his post and started bugging him to let me use his pen.
“Where are you going with my pen?” He asked after finally giving it up.
“To the office to sign something real quick.”
“Oh damn well I was gonna take you somewhere but guess not.”
Which also made me show that I have no shame cuz I was all “Where you tryna take me cuz I mean we can go.” all fast n stuff.
He just shrugged though and was all “Oh too late ya lost your chance.”
At this point I was pissed cuz that was the second time today so I just tossed him his pen and went to class.

He texted me after school asking if I was excited for prom and who I was going with.
I told him not really but I’m going anyways and also some girl that we’ll name S. (Not to be confused with my lesbian Best friend J)
He knows I’m Bisexual and knows S has a boyfriend so he was all “Ooooh you home wrecker. Try not to seduce her.”

I replied: “Lol I’ll try not to I don’t think it’s my strong suit anyways.”
Dean: “You’re okay at it. Could be better 😉”
Me: “Wow ok I’ll keep that in mind.”
Dean: “I’m just messing with ya nerd.”
Me: “Hmmm yeah ok.”
Dean: “Was gonna pull you aside today but then thought better of it yanno.”
(I don’t know why he types y'know like that)

I was complaining about getting into trouble and I was all “So when I gonna get perks for being your favorite student.”
And he goes
After you graduate

So I was sucking my nigga dick yesterday for the first time. Im sucking his soul out while he’s smacking my ass and shit. Then he stops moaning and stops smacking my ass. So I look up at him because I’m confused. He has this big ass grin on his face and he says “Damn, this shit feels so good, I damn near want to smack my own ass.” 😂😂😂

So Max Riemelt has a mild case of sectoral heterochromia and it’s so beautiful I’m dying.

I saw the below picture of him and thought, “Wow. His eyes are beautiful.” but I needed further proof that he really does have sectoral heterochromia..

So I kept looking for high resolution pictures of his eyes to confirm and found the below one and almost kissed the screen. A dark blue spot in the Iris of his right eye as well as hazel/golden spots in both eyes.

I’ve always believed that Max has beautiful eyes. It’s not just the colour, although blue eyes are my Achilles’ heel, it’s also how they can shift from being innocent, kind and sweetly playful …

… to being so intense that your clothes would probably disintegrate, leaving you naked without him even touching you. I mean, damn it, Max!

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Also, let’s not forget his smile. I don’t mean the sexy as hell one…

I mean the one that turns his face into that of a 10 year old boy that you want to hug and protect at all costs. My precious child.

And don’t even get me started on how he kisses btw. You won’t be able to stop me.

Ok this post started out about his heterochromia and is slowly evolving into everything I love about Max so I’ll shut up now.

Oh! No, this picture has nothing to do with what I’m talking about. I just love how his thighs look here, and his arms, and … ok. I’m gonna go sit in a corner and think about this a bit further. Not ashamed.

That moment when you realise that Kara has thought that Mon-El was hitting on her mother twice.






Eliza obviously did like Mon-El when she met him. Look at her face! Maybe thinking “Damn! Now I understand why Kara can’t stop talking about her new friend from Daxam!”. Not that I would blame her. 

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He's Not Mine (G.D) PT 12

Grayson’s POV

I shut my laptop pff and placed it onto the bedside table. I shut my eyes and tried to go to sleep when suddenly my door busted open. “Jesus Ethan!” I exclaimed while jumping up in shock, grabbing the closest thing next to me to defend myself which was a pillow. “Chill dude.” Ethan sighed and put his hand up as I rolled my eyes. “Why are you interrupting my precious sleep?” I asked and raised my eyebrows. “Oh please you weren’t even asleep yet, anyways. I know who took the pictures of you and Y/N.”
“Y-you what?”


Today was my first day of school since the whole picture scenario. I was kind of nervous to be honest but Grayson assured me that I was going to be fine. I walked up to my locker and sighed. To the front of it was taped a bunch of post-its that said things like slut, bitch, whore and a bunch of other things. I bit back my tears and tore the papers off my locker, clenching them in my hand. “Hey babe.” Grayson smiled and walked over to me, pressing a chaste kiss to my temple. “Why do you look so sad?” He asked as I looked up at him. “Slut. Man-stealer. Hoe. Whore. Home-wrecker. Shall I go on?” I scoffed as I read off the pieces of paper. “Hey, ignore it. Those are just words.” Grayson took the paper from my hands and tossed it into a nearby trash can. “Yeah..words that hurt.” I muttered and turned to face him. “Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?” I questioned him as I raised an eyebrow. “Uhm-”
I cut him off by lifting the shades up and off his head. I gasped once I saw his black eye. “What the hell? Who did this to you?” I exclaimed and held his face in my hands to get a better look. “I may have beaten the shit out of Cameron Dallas earlier.” Grayson mumbled, “Gray! Why would you fight him?” I sighed as he put his shades back on. “Hey I did a lot more damage to him than he did to me.” Grayson grinned smugly and I rolled my eyes. “Not the point, why did you get into a fight?” I repeated as I folded my arms. “He was the one who took the pictures of us.”
“H-he what?” I gasped. “He took the-”
“No, I know what he did, I just cant believe it” I pursed my lips into a straight line before frowning. “We’ll talk later, I have class.” I muttered and pecked his cheek quickly before walking off. That was a lie, I was actually going to go find Cameron to give him a piece of my mind. That..dickwad.

Earlier that day…
Grayson’s POV

“What up Dolan?” Cameron grinned at me as all of his friends snickered in the background. I grabbed him by his collar and shoved him down against the table. Everyone jumped out of the way as my fist made contact with his jaw repeatedly. “Fuck. You. Dallas. For. Taking. Those. Pictures.” I said with each punch. Suddenly he grabbed my fist and punched me right in the eye. I brushed it off and readied my fist for more impact when suddenly Ethan pulled me off. “The hell?! I was just about to beat his ass!” I growled and wiped the blood off my fist. “Thats the thing, you already did Gray, and I’m taking you inside before you get expelled.” Ethan huffed and dragged me inside by my arm. “You better stay the hell away from me and Y/N!” I yelled out.
I rolled my eyes as Ethan pulled me into the boy’s bathroom. “You wanna get arrested?” Ethan scoffed as he wet a napkin in the sink. I rolled my eyes and sighed. “How are you gonna play this off to Y/N.” Ethan asked as he dabbed the cloth at my eye. “I dunno…I’ll just tell her I ran into a wall or something.” I muttered as Ethan shook his head. “Yeah, cuz that sure is believable.”
“Got any better ideas?”
“Uh, yeah actually. Try not to FIGHT ANYONE GRAY!” Ethan exclaimed at me as I rolled my eyes and inhaled a deep breath. “He got what he deserved, fucking taking those pictures was way out of line.” I huffed and shook my head harshly. “You know what’s also out of line, fucking your girlfriends bestfriend.” Ethan replied and I groaned. “Ex-girlfriend.” I corrected him and smiled at his reaction. “Yeah, whatever you wanna call it Gray.”


“Dallas!” I shouted towards his table, where he was surrounded by a bunch of his friends. His friends began to catcall me and whistle. I rolled my eyes and walked towards him. “Sup Man-stealer?” One of his friends grinned at me. “You should stop talking before I smack that stupid grin off your face.” I bit back as all his friends made “oooh” noises. “Heyy, calm down shorty. Im just statin facts.” He smirked as he adjusted his snapback.
“The same facts you stated on that test you failed?” I smiled as he and his friends quickly stopped grinning. “H-how do you know about that?” He stammered. “Well, you weren’t exactly discreet about it.” I shrugged and turned my attention to Cameron. “You and me, need to have a little chat.” I said jabbing my finger into his chest. He gulped and nodded. “Haha! She got you whipped bro!” One of his friends punched his shoulder as I turned on my heels to walk away. “Hey bitch, back to steal another one of my boyfriends?” Y/BFF/N’s voice could be heard from behind me. I bit my tongue as I turned to face her. “It wouldn’t be that hard, considering I already have one of them.” I plastered a devilish grin onto my face as her mouth fell agape. “Hey, do me a favor and stop wasting your life on posting useless pieces of paper onto my locker, okay? I think you could use the extra hour to your advantage here at school.” I smirked in her direction as I turned to walk away. “Damn..” One of the guys said behind me and I mentally highfived myself. One for Y/N, zero for them.

About half an hour later I was met with Cameron in the empty hallways of our school.
He stood there awkwardly and avoided eye contact. Why was he acting so weird? I mean, yeah I killed it with those comebacks earlier but-

“I may have beaten the shit out of Cameron Dallas earlier.”

I smirked to myself, Grayson must have threatened Cameron, and now he’s scared Grayson will do something if he talks to me.
“What’s so funny?” Cameron asked, apparently snapping out of his trance.
Giggling like a school girl, I looked around quickly. “You’re scared of my boyfriend.” I blurted out. Cameron scoffed and shook his head. “I’m not scared. I’m avoiding drama.” He said raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, you sure were avoiding the drama when helped Y/BFF/N post those pictures.”
“He beat me up!” Cameron yelled, widening his eyes for a dramatic effect.
“You were a creepy stalker who uploaded NAKED photos of me and Grayson around the whole fucking school!” I fumed, raising my arms over my head. Cameon sighed and shook his head. “I really liked you. And you never noticed me. It was always him.”
“Are you out of your fucking mind! You never said ANYTHING about liking me, I received no signs, gestures or anything.” I snapped.
“Whatever. I don’t want you anymore anyways. You’re just a whore that steals her bestfriends boyfriend.”

“Say that again.” I growled through gritted teeth. “You know, you aren’t very intimidating, you actually just look like an angry chihuahua and I find those adorable.” Cameron laughed heartlessly and I rolled my eyes.
Alright. This was it. If I got suspended for this, I really didn’t care. It wouldn’t matter. If I dropped out of school, how much difference is it gonna make to me right now?
“Listen to me, you arrogant asshole,” I growled, stepping forward to bump chests with him.
“Don’t pick on me because I may have made a few mistakes here and there, okay? And if you thought that by posting those pictures would work for getting you noticed you were fucking wrong.” I laughed. “You may have gotten noticed, but not for the right reasons. If I hear anything about me come out your mouth, you’ll regret it.” I hissed as a smirk etched upon Cameron’s face. “You don’t scare me Y/N.”

Suddenly my hand whipped up so fast, I felt as it stung and grew hot from the impact it had made against Cameron’s cheek. “What the hell?” He scoffed and backed away, holding his cheek in pain. “I told you, you’d regret it.” I smiled at him as I set my hand down.
“You’re so lucky I can’t hit a girl, or I swear-”
Cameron suddenly froze, his eyes wider than I’ve ever seen. I turned and saw Grayson standing against his locker. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as he stalked forward.

As Grayson stopped in front of him, Cameron took a step back. I met Grayson’s cold stare and got chills. Suddenly Cameron took this as a chance to bolt, well he tried to.
Grayson wasted no time in grabbing the back of his shirt, and nailing him against the lockers beside them. His jaw clenched, and he shoved him harder into it. “No, please, Dallas, continue what you were saying,” Grayson growled into his ear as Cameron squirmed underneath him. “I- Um..” he stammered and gulped hard before averting his eyes to the ground. Cameron may have had the height advantage but when it came to muscle Grayson owned that part. “You better watch yourself. What did I tell you about staying away from Y/N?” Grayson asked as he raised an eyebrow. “Do it again and your jaw won’t be the only thing that’s busted.” Grayson huffed before shoving him into the lockers, dropping him as Cameron nodded. Cameron scrambled off the floor and ran away. My eyes met Grayson’s and I gulped. I didn’t know what to say. What do you say after a situation like that? Thanks? I simply walked over to him and into his arms. “Thank you.” I muttered into his chest as he ran a hand up and down my back soothingly.
“Anything for you.”

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October 2016 ➡️➡️ July 2017!

I’ve been debating posting is this for like a week and I don’t even know why. I kept looking at it and feeling like it wasn’t a big enough change or that because the angles are slightly different and I have my hands on my hips in the second picture it took away from my hard work and what I’ve lost..

But honestly I’m damn proud! The first picture is from when we were in Georgia visiting my husbands family and they wanted family pictures. I remember absolutely hating every single picture I was in and feeling just completely miserable when my in-laws started posting them all over Facebook. I want to be proud of my body and my family I want to look at pictures and see how much in love and how cute my little family is not the size of my hips or the double chin on my too round face.

I’m damn proud of myself in the last few months and I’m not stopping anytime soon!

I’m just building, 700 followers gift will be a Salon/Barbershop!

*The Previous build I had got deleted by the new update ‘cause my dumb ass forgot to remove my saves and trays with my mods folder, ugh!*

I know I haven’t released any new CC or builds but y'all know why we don’t bother no more 'cause some of y'all are the biggest two faced disrespectful thieves out here stealing people’s creations and taking credit when you know damn well your sorry ass didn’t put in the work! 😒 All I’m saying is stop being Bitter Becky’s & Debby Downers and give credit to the people who deserve it, I personally do not know nothing about meshing or creating build items that I use in many of my builds and I have way too much CC to remember where it all comes from but I try my best to give the creators their credit!

two male students have now complimented my eyebrows so thanks genetics and benefit, the teenage boys are into it?!??