i would feel all of the same feelings

anonymous asked:

What would happen when Percabeth has children? Will they be really smart waterbenders? Will they be mortals? WILL THEY LIKE FRIKIN BLUE STUFF?!?

Interesting and this is basically going to based off of my preferences but…

-I can see their kids being reallyyyy intense. Like one minute they can all joking and the next they can super serious, and it trips people up at first.

-Also I feel like their kids are really smart but lack common sense.

-I also feel like one child would look exactly like Percy and one like Annabeth except they would have the other parents eyes.

-I believe their children would posses some of their powers but not quite as strongly. Like their child would be brilliant, but maybe not in the same way Annabeth is, and maybe their child would have water powers, but could only control certain types of water. So I guess they would get segments of their parent’s power.

-Let’s be real here as well, their child(ren??) would also be like super driven like their mother, but also like the biggest procrastinators like their father.

-Just saying, their children would be sassy and sarcastic as fuck.

- I want to say that if they have two, one would be super serious, and one literally would joke non-stop, and if they look their parents it would be the inverse. So the one that looks like Annabeth would be joking 24/7 and the one that looks like Percy would be like all “work, work, work!”

-If you don’t think those children would be athletic then well…

-Those children would also value friends and family so much, something that their parents deeply instilled in them.

And uh, yeah, I think that’s it for now, again this might be one that I add to in the future.

@surround-sound-sugar-skulls, I think it has the potential to become canon eventually. I read an article just after “Just Friends” aired and they interviewed the directors of Disney’s “Moana” who expressed that they feel all it would take for LGBT representation in Disney now, is a team willing to push for it. We already know a few of the storyboard artists for “Star Vs The Forces of Evil” are pro-LGBT representation. So I feel there is a point on the side of Tomco there.

Also just in terms of canon content, if SVTFOE were to do a same-sex relationship within the main cast Tom and Marco seem like a good couple. They have great chemistry and have a relationship that already seems to be developing in a way that is heading in that direction. So personally I do feel Tomco has a strong chance of becoming canon at some point :)

anonymous asked:

hey uh.. whats Darren's type? like who would he get a crush on?? im totally asking for a friend >.>;;

Darren: Oh… my type? Well, I guess it’s nice to be around someone who’s pretty confident, or at least pretends well enough. It just makes me feel more comfortable, that’s all, because a lot of the time I feel… well, you know. It also helps if they can make me laugh, and it’s important that they don’t talk down to me. I already know I’m not great at a lot of things. I suppose they’d have to be patient as well, for that same reason.

I… know it sounds like I ask for a lot. But more than anything, they just need to be a good person. The thing about good people is that they can come in all sorts of different shapes, and not everyone is good in the same way. You can be grumpy and still be good. You can be proud, but still good. S-So, what I’m saying is… I’m just attracted to people who care, however they go about doing it.

thelonelypumkin  asked:

Hello may i please have a Headcanon for how a probopass and a Golisopod would get along on the same team?

Sure thing, yo! :D

* These two would get along very well with each other. Both of them being generally mild and calm pokemon, they’re able to befriend each other pretty easily.

* Since Probopass can’t be anywhere near anything electronic without frying it, it can feel a bit out of place sometimes. It can’t even go in a house without messing up a device. Golisopod will notice this and doesn’t mind at all spending time with the Probopass so that it doesn’t feel left out.

Three Years Late (Or Something Like That)

In April of 2014 one of my best friends finally succumbed
To the absolute inevitable unfairness
That was the deconstruction of his immune system
He was 15 years old
I can’t apologize for not being there the day he sent me his last message
A quiet ping on a phone unanswered
“I love you, I hope you’re doing well.”
It’s been three years and I can’t even open up the chat client
Without feeling the same devastation every three months hoping
That this is what moving on feels like, looks like
That mourning will always be something to look outwards towards
A reminder on the horizon that grief is an out-breath,
A window to the heart, a retelling that sometimes
Memory is all we have
I had so much left to say to him
But I don’t know what I’d say if I had the chance
Would my voice be three years my lesser or would I be
Who I am now, who I am in the moment
Would he even recognize me?
I don’t want to be known for who I was of course
I want to be known for always changing
I want to be every ocean photograph, indistinguishable
from every other ocean snapshot
completely unique in ministrations instead of the bigger picture
The way I remember him
Kindness like typewriter ticks
Laugh like a bowerbird
Patience like a metronome
Remembering the moments, the time captured between giggles
The memories that blur with age and emotion
I want to shout out into the heavens or the void or the ocean
Hoping my message reaches him
I’d fill messages in bottles with everything I couldn’t say
I still haven’t forgiven myself
And I’ll see him again before I do
People tell me mourning is a way of remembrance
That kindness flavors salt water
That epitaphs are odes to what we can’t have
But I don’t write poems because I want to
I write them because maybe I’ll be loud enough
That the grief becomes a whisper instead of a window
That the pain in my heart relocates to my joints from writing too much
That the cacophony will drown out the
absolute maelstrom of my emotional imbalance
That one day I’ll be heard
And I can return the favor
And the last things I’ll know to say to him
His own words, my own meaning
“I love you, I hope you’re doing well.”

7:57pm
I took a leap,
and fell for you.
You caught me,
but don’t let me
slip through your
fingers in
4 months
when you’re used
to me
and all my flaws
aren’t perfect
to you
anymore,
and I’ll be in
heartbreaking pain
in the bathroom at
2 in the morning
with red stained
arms.
And, I’m begging
for you back,
your love,
the warmth of
your arms,
the only place
that feels like
home.
The orgasms
you give
my body,
and the love
you give me when
you kiss my
lips.
I don’t want you
to shatter my heart,
but at the same time
it would be
an honor
to be heartbroken
over you.
I don’t want to
crave
the feeling of your
body wrapped
around me
when we’re sleeping
at night,
and I don’t want
to lose my mind
because I can’t
hold your hand
and feel you
grabbing it
tighter and
tighter, like
you never
wanna let me go.
But then again,
all those feelings
are
painfully beautiful.

8:31pm
Maybe you’re just a
walking miracle,
and you’re here
to put every
broken piece of me
back together.
Maybe you stole my heart,
because you’re gonna
keep it
with you for
eternity.
Maybe you’re just that
prayer I’ve been
hoping to come true.
Maybe I’m just
that lucky.
Maybe I shouldn’t
be scared that
I’m in love with
you.

—  You’re the best thing that has happened to me
reblog if you would actually date a chubby boy

i see a lot of chubby boys say that they dont feel as though anybody would actually date them; even the ppl that make positivity posts abt chubby boys. being a chubby boy myself, i cant help but to feel the same way.

so, if you would date a chubby boy, not for any fetish purposes, then could you please reblog this? it’d make all of us happy to know that we are loved in a non-fetishized way

4

Am I still thinking about that one AU? Yes, definitely

I am… so sick of hearing things like “Witchcraft is about harmony with nature and connecting with the spirit of the earth!” That may be YOUR craft, but it is not MY craft.

Witchcraft is like art – everyone does it in their own way, using the tools they feel most comfortable with and they all have their own, unique, reasons for doing the thing. No two people have the exact same reasons or feelings about the Craft.

My craft is about regaining the power that years of abuse has taken from me, about building up defenses for those I love and tearing down those that would do my harm. My craft is largely aggressively defensive and has very, VERY little to do with being “in harmony” with anything but my own innate power.

Stop trying to tell others what the purpose/point of Witchcraft is because I assure you: it’s different for everyone and you are NOT the grand arbiter of what witchcraft is.

After episode 10 we discover how unreliable Yuri as a narrator, how he’s picturing himself as unattractive, unworthy, ordinary, and not a good enough skater while he is the opposite of all of that. How victor sees him as his whole world, and how he is amazing and mesmerizing in victor’s eyes and he should give himself more credit. But go back from the start and see how yuri narrates his story and shows us his character, don’t you think it’s a little familiar? This is how all of us view ourselves, if someone tells us to narrate our own stories and how the world views us we’d be 90% exactly like how yuri tells it. Which leads that all his feelings are normal, because everyone feels the same way. We always see ourselves as ordinary when we are much more in the eyes of the people who loves us. We got to see how amazing yuri through victor’s view and i bet every single one of us would look as amazing through the eyes of our loved ones. So this further shows how relatable yuri on ice is, how they got to capture that as smooth as it was, even to the details and how the characters feel or how they show they care. Every little detail that kubo puts mesmerize me.

Originally posted by gifsforthemasses

I’m alone
i’m unwanted
i’m undesired
i’m worthless
i’m a burden
i’m a freak
i’m an anomaly
i’m the problem

“you’re not alone. you are loved. I’ll always be here for you”

More Than Fuck Buddies

Request: Hey love, well I had a fabulous dream last night and I thought you might write something out of it? :) Me and bucky Barnes were having some kind of secret affair while living in the tower but also developed strong feelings for each other. One night after we had passionate sex I wanted to leave but he grabbed my hand pulling me back to him and finally admitting his feelings and asking me to stay? I told him the same and it got official? :) That would be great! Also some smut hihi ? 😘😘😘 Thanks

-SMUT WARNING-

Originally posted by luvinchris


You were currently cleaning up in the kitchen after dinner, telling everyone else you had it taken care of. Steve and Vision tried to stay behind to help, but you’ve always taken the cleaning roll in the tower. So, they all decided it was time to relax and go to bed.

You felt a pair of arms snake around your waist as you finished up and you smiled, drying off the last plate you washed. Bucky stuffed his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent. Goosebumps rose onto your smooth skin.

“Mm, you smell good enough to eat. I just might let you sit on my face tonight.” Bucky chuckled darkly, nipping at your skin. Your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head and you rested your hands against the edge of the sink. “Bucky, I am not doing that.” You giggled softly.

Bucky smirked against you. His hold tightened around you and he was about to say something else until you both heard footsteps approaching. Bucky quickly pulled away from you, standing off to the side.

“Hey, have you guys seen my tablet?” Tony asked with a heavy sigh as he walked in. You turned around, trying to keep your composure. Your heart was beating fast in your chest and your face felt hot. “N-no, maybe check the common room?” You said, hoping Tony couldn’t detect the nervousness in your voice.

Bucky walked to the fridge now, pretending to look for something. Tony nodded at you then looked at Bucky. “Didn’t you just eat?” Tony asked, knitting his eyebrows together. Bucky froze and cleared his throat.

Oh god, what if he figures it out? You thought as your heart started racing even faster. You turned back to the dishes, stacking the plates to distract yourself and hide your embarrassment.

You and Bucky have been having a secret affair for the past few months. You’d have secret sex all throughout the tower and nobody knew; at least you hope they didn’t. You both tried your best to keep quiet.

It’s not that you don’t want the team to know, it’s that you don’t want Bucky to know you have feelings for him. You fell in love with Bucky two months after you started this affair, and you knew that Bucky probably didn’t want anything more than friends with benefits.

You enjoyed the secret sex, of course. You just didn’t want to ruin anything with telling him how you feel.

Bucky shut the refrigerator and turned to Tony. You peeked over your shoulder. “A man’s gotta eat a lot to keep his muscles, Tony the tiger.” Bucky said with a smile as he flexed his muscles. You held in a moan and looked away. Tony rolled his eyes dramatically and left the room, searching for the tablet he so desperately wanted to find.

You sighed out, shaking your head lightly. You’ve almost been caught in the act dozens of times and nobody pieced it together. Not even when Bucky’s shirt was thrown on the floor in the common room and your hair was messed up as you sat on the couch.

Either the team was really dumb or they didn’t care.

You moved to the cabinets, putting the plates and other dishes up, thinking about what just happened. Tony would never let you guys live this down if he had found you two. Bucky had left the room for a moment and you knew he was making sure Tony would leave for good.

As you were putting the silverware away in their rightful drawers, those strong arms wrapped around you once again. “He found the tablet. Now, let me find your g-spot, baby doll.” Bucky whispered in your ear, letting one of his hands move down to your clit over your leggings.

You gasped and leaned back into him, closing your eyes. “No no, that’s not it. I need to keep looking.” Bucky said in a husky voice, slipping his hand down your leggings.

Bucky’s rough hand moved your panties aside and rubbed small circles around your opening. “Y/N, you’re so wet for me.” Bucky moaned into your ear, causing a small whimper to escape between your lips.

Bucky chuckled softly and slid his finger inside of your pussy, gently moving it back and forth. Your breathing became heavier and you felt Bucky curve his finger and hit that delicious spot. Your hips jerked and Bucky smirked. “There it is.” He said proudly, hitting it continuously.

Bucky’s palm was rubbing against your clit at the same time and you tried so hard not to moan loudly in fear that someone would hear you.

Much too soon for your liking, Bucky pulled his hand from your leggings. He lifted his hand to your mouth. “Open.” Bucky ordered. You opened your mouth and he stuck his finger inside, letting you lick your juices from his finger.

You moaned softly and sucked on it now, slowly bobbing your head back and forth. Bucky growled lowly, biting on your shoulder. He placed a kiss there and pulled his finger away from your mouth and you chased after it, wanting to suck some more.

“Doll, let’s take this to the bedroom.” Bucky said as he grabbed onto your wrist. You smiled and let him drag you along. You flicked off the light in the kitchen and hurried to the elevator.

As soon as the doors closed, Bucky picked you up and pinned you to the wall with force. A small grunt fell from your mouth and Bucky ground his hips into yours. He was already hard and you could moan at the thought of how delicious he looked.

You tangled one of your hands in Bucky’s hair and tugged on the roots. You heard a low growl in his throat and you smirked. Bucky had the biggest hair pulling kink and you used that to your advantage. The sounds he made were a bonus, only adding to your own arousal.

Bucky’s lips were attached to your neck and he sucked on it harshly. You whimpered and moved your hips against Bucky’s, getting impatient. Bucky pulled away from your neck and bit his lip, looking down at you.

You noticed something different in the way he looked at you but you couldn’t tell what it was or what he was feeling. “I want to try something new tonight.” Bucky said as the elevator came to a stop.

You wondered what he could be talking about as he set you down. Bucky’s hand wrapped around yours and he laced his fingers with yours, something he’s never done before. Your heart started to race again and you felt your feelings for him start to grow.

You both exited the elevator and quickly made your way to his room down the hallway. Bucky pulled you into his room and shut his door gently and turned back to you. Smirking, he slipped off his shirt and picked you up before lying you down on his soft bed.

You started to take your shirt off and Bucky held his smirk, unbuckling his belt and slipping off his pants. The chill in the air made you shiver and you both were down to your underwear now. Bucky hovered above you on the bed and kissed along your neck and your collarbones.

You moaned, feeling his tongue trace along your skin as he went. “Bucky, hurry.” You begged, wanting him inside of you already. You felt Bucky groan against you and he pulled your bra straps down. “What do you want, kitten?” Bucky asked, using your favorite nickname.

You let him take your bra off and you felt his cock twitch in his boxers against your thigh. “Your cock, please.” You whimpered breathlessly. Bucky breathed out and leaned back on his knees. He smirked and looked down at your clothed pussy.

Your cheeks turned red and he licked his lips as his hand moved down your torso. His fingers added the slightest bit of your pressure on your clit and your hips jerked. Bucky chuckled deeply. “Always so ready for me.” He said, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them down.

You inhaled a deep breath, watching him. “God, you’re so pretty, Y/N.” Bucky whispered, kissing your knee before hovering above you again after slipping off his boxers. You blushed more and looked up into Bucky’s eyes. “What did you want to try?” You asked nervously.

Bucky sighed softly and looked down at you. “Can we take our time?” He asked shyly, the same look in his eyes reappearing. You knitted your eyebrows together a little. “Yeah, that’s fine.” You breathed, feeling nervous.

You and Bucky always started and finished quickly. It was mostly rough and fast sex. You didn’t do too many risky things since you had to sneak around the tower most of the time. You would like to be more adventurous in the bedroom, but you didn’t want to push Bucky away with any of your ideas. 

Bucky’s flesh hand moved to your cheek and his thumb traced along your lips. He leaned down and captured your lips with his and you felt his hips sink closer to yours. Bucky’s cock started to slide into you and you whimpered, goosebumps rising on your skin again.

Bucky pushed in further and bit your bottom lip, causing you to moan his name. “Shit.” He muttered, finally filling you up. Bucky gave you a moment to adjust to his size and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Bucky stared down at you and brushed your hair out of your face before thrusting in and out of you slowly. You gasped, never feeling how big he actually was like this before. Bucky would always go so fast, you never had him go slow. “God, Bucky.” You whimpered as his tip gently brushed against your g-spot.

You felt Bucky holding back and you desperately needed him to go a tad faster. “Bucky.” You whimpered his name, watching his hips meet yours. Bucky gripped the pillow beside your head with his metal hand and let his flesh hand rest on your side.

His thrusts sped up a little as you moved your hands to his hair and tugged on it. Bucky grunted and quickly leaned down to kiss you. You were surprised at first and you felt him start to fuck you harder. Bucky’s tongue swiped along your bottom lip, begging to play with yours.

Slightly opening your mouth, his tongue started to fight for dominance. You moaned into the kiss, moving your hips against his. “Fuck, that’s so good.” Bucky moaned, his voice strained. You knew he wanted to go crazy but something was different about this time.

Bucky looked into your eyes as he thrust into you and you noticed that look again. You didn’t know what it was but it made your heart beat faster. Bucky’s lips ghosted over your chin before placing a kiss there. His lips moved to your neck and down, then back up to your ear.

Your pussy clenched around his hard cock, making him moan into your ear. You smirked and did it yourself this time, earning a moan from your own mouth. “Play nice, naughty one.” Bucky chuckled, his flesh hand moving to your hand.

Bucky laced his fingers with yours again and held it beside your head on the pillow. “You’re so beautiful.” Bucky breathed, his chest rising and falling. You felt his thrusts become harder and your face contorted with pleasure. “Fuck.” Bucky grunted, snapping his hips against yours with more force.

Your breath caught in your throat when Bucky’s metal hand moved to grip onto your throat. “You like that?” Bucky asked with a small smile. You nodded, moaning your answer. “Can you go faster?” You asked, hearing Bucky’s arm whirring. His fingers tightened and he groaned.

Bucky did as you asked, sliding in and out of you with more speed. Skin slapped against skin and you gasped, only to have it cut off by Bucky applying more pressure around your throat. “So good for me. You’re so good. You like that, Sergeant’s little girl? God, you look amazing.” Bucky said, whispering as he fucked you.

You moaned out particularly loud but you didn’t care. Not when you could feel Bucky’s cock slamming into you harder now. His balls slapped against your ass and you couldn’t wait anymore. “I want-I want to ride you. Please.” You begged, looking at Bucky. His hair was sticking to his face from it being coated with sweat.

Bucky grunted and released your neck, flipping you two over. You’ve never been on top before and Bucky would always decline, but now you get to and you couldn’t be happier. “Fuck. Ride me, kitten.” Bucky said, watching you grip his shaft in your hand. You’ll never get over Bucky’s size.

He was thick and heavy, veins protruding from his cock and your mouth watered at the sight of his red tip. You moved your hips over Bucky’s cock, sliding his tip along your slit. Bucky’s breath hitched and you heard him growl as you sank down.

He filled you up even more it felt like and he was definitely deeper inside of you. “Y/N, you feel amazing.” Bucky rasped, gripping onto your hips. You started to ride Bucky, bouncing up and down on his large cock. Your tits were bouncing along and you gripped them, looking down at Bucky as you pinched your nipples.

Bucky bit his bottom lip, bending his knees so he could meet your thrusts. “Fuck, I’m getting close.” You squealed, feeling Bucky’s cock hit your g-spot repeatedly. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so you let your chest rest against Bucky’s. His arms wrapped protectively around your back and he picked up speed.

You kissed his chest, breathing heavily. You moaned as Bucky’s hand now tangled in your hair. He pulled your head up, making you look down at him. “Y/N, look at me when you cum.” Bucky said, his eyes hooded and mouth slack from pleasure. You moaned and watched his face, his eyes glazed over.

Bucky pounded into you now and you felt his thighs slap against yours. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You squealed out. You moaned and Bucky leaned up to kiss you quickly. You gasped and pulled away, feeling your pussy clenching around Bucky’s cock again. “Go slow. Oh god, go slow.” You begged.

Bucky slowed his movements and slid in and out of you like before, only much deeper. As Bucky stared into your eyes, your orgasm finally washed over you and you moaned, trying to keep your eyes open.

Bucky’s hand reached down to rub your clit, his movements faster than his thrusts. You held your breath and felt hot spurts of Bucky’s cum coat the inside of your pussy. He grunted, sliding his cock all the way in and keeping it there until you both finished.

Bucky let out a satisfied breath and looked at you. “Breathe, Y/N.” He said, rubbing your sweaty back. You let out a long exhale and felt lightheaded. “God, that was amazing.” You whimpered. Bucky slid out of you and you stayed on his chest, breathing rapidly.

Bucky caressed your hair and kissed your forehead. Sighing, you closed your eyes for a moment. As your breathing calmed, you rolled off of Bucky. Your pussy was sore and you groaned, feeling your thigh muscles twitching.

You sat beside Bucky and smiled down at him. “I’ll see you next time.” You said with a hint of sadness. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows and gripped onto your wrist before you could leave. “No, don’t go!” Bucky quickly pleaded. You looked down at him confused. “Why? I always leave afterwards.” You stated matter of factly.

Bucky sat up and sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I know, I just don’t want you to leave me.” He said quietly. Your eyes widened as you thought about it. The slow, thoughtful movements, the amount of eye contact and even the kissing. It was much different than the other times. You two just made love.

Bucky stood up and left to get a wet cloth to clean you both up with. He was silent and you weren’t sure what to say. You saw Bucky’s shirt lying on the floor and you moved to pick it up. Slipping it on, you sniffed it and it smelled like him.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asked after he slipped on a clean pair of boxers. You blushed and smiled. “Staying.” You whispered. Bucky threw the wet cloth in his dirty basket and walked back over to you. You sat at the edge of his bed, playing with the hem of his shirt.

Bucky’s hands held your cheeks, letting the pads of his thumbs caress your skin. “I think I love you.” Bucky whispered, watching you intently. Your eyebrows raised and your mouth fell open. He likes you back. Bucky actually feels the same way about you.

You were so surprised you couldn’t speak and Bucky’s hands fell from your face. “I understand if it’s not the same for you.” He said, sitting beside you. You blushed and turned to him. “Do you think or do you know?” You asked, feeling your heart start to race again.

Bucky looked at you, his hair falling in his eyes. You reached over and tucked it behind his ear. “I know.” He said, nodding to himself. You leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Good, because I love you, too.” You said.

You heard a gasp fall from Bucky’s mouth and he looked at you with the cutest surprised face you’ve ever seen. “You do?” He breathed, pulling you onto his lap. You giggled softly. “I do.” You said, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck. “God, you’re amazing.” He muttered, pulling you in for a kiss.

Note: I feel like this sucks, omg. I’m not sure about this, but I really hope you like it! thanks for the request! .c

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BEAST x CINNAMON ROLLS (insp. by x)

Language learning advice I should give myself more often

- I did not start speaking a single word of my NATIVE language until after 1 year.

- Language learning is not a race, it is a new way of life.

- Some times I will feel like I’ve made lots of progress, other times I will feel like I’ve gone 10 steps back. It’s all relative.

- Stop expecting to make leaps and bounds in a day’s work.

- I still encounter words in my native language, after 20 years, which I do not know.

- BEING UNDERSTOOD IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN BEING GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT.

- I would not think someone struggling to speak my native language is stupid, so native speakers of my target language would not think the same either.

- I know you say “I’ll never need to know this word” but honestly if you’re aiming for a high level of “”“”fluency“”“”, please learn it.

- “Fluency” is too broad a term and not a clear goal to aim for.

- Even native speakers make mistakes.

- If the content I am learning is too simple, I am not challenging myself.

- “If you do the same thing you’ve always done, you’ll always get the same results.”

- Don’t be ashamed for having an accent.

- I will one day in the distant future look back and think how amazing the journey to learn my language was.

- The journey is always more exciting than the destination.

- Speech between 2 native speakers is one of, if not the, hardest things to understand. Do not be disheartened.

colourspectrum1  asked:

Your sims are all so stunning!! My sims end up looking all the same - do you have any tips to increase the diversity of faces in the game?

Thank you so much! I’ve held on to this ask for awhile because I just don’t feel like an authority on this subject. I think everyone has a sim style, and I don’t always feel like my faces are as variant as I would like them. 

That said, I had a few tips and ideas to share!

1. Study Faces.
I’ve been fascinated by the human face my entire life. I studied to be a portrait artist so I’m always looking at people and imagining how I would draw them! 

You don’t need to be an artist to be fascinated by faces though. Start collecting images of people whose faces strike you - I have a whole Pinterest board of them! You can use these images to base entire sims off of, or you could find just one particular facial feature inspires you. 

2. Proportion.
Here’s a very basic guide to human facial proportions. I like to make my sims feel a bit more realistic, and I’ve noticed that the default sims 4 faces have very large eyes and teeny tiny noses. So the first thing I start with is reducing the eye size and increasing the nose. I’ll also usually reduce the head size as well. 

Then, once things are feeling more human, I mess with the proportions to create interesting shapes. Maybe one sim will have really wide-set eyes and a long nose; someone else might have a very small mouth and longer chin. Don’t be afraid to make non-conventionally attractive people. Play around and have fun! 

3. Use Different Presets.
This is kind of an obvious tip, but if you always use the same presets, it’s going to be hard to make different-looking sims. I am guilty of this - there’s a particular jaw that I prefer and I only use the eyes without eyelashes so I can use cc eyelashes. But try to stay out of preset ruts!

4. Profile.
Don’t forget to visit the profile. You can have the best looking sim from the front, and then you turn to the side and they look like a frog. You can adjust the individual features as well as the depth of the entire face. 

5. Touch Every Slider.
I make a point to touch every slider, including in the detailed view, for every sim I make. Some will just have small changes, but I don’t leave anything exactly how the preset is. 

6. Don’t underestimate the power of Skin Details.
Skin details bring sims to life. Freckles, eye bags, nose masks, mouth corners, overlays, etc. – they all contribute to making your sims feel alive and unique. I have a collection of my favorite skin details here.

7. Step away and come back.
Work on your new sim, then take a break and go do something else. When you return with fresh eyes, you will notice things you’d like to change that you didn’t see before.


Hope these tips are helpful. Have fun! 

Do you ever wonder how many people gave Viktor the shovel talk? Cause I’ve been thinking about it all morning and can’t stop laughing.


I feel like Hiroko and Toshiya would have just said “please don’t hurt him” or something along those lines but not threatened him at all.

Mari however. Mari came up with some very inventive threats. Same with Yuko and Minako. Viktor is slightly scared of all three oh them if he’s completely honest.

Even though Phichit isn’t exactly threatening he still gave him a talking to and somehow manages to intimidate Viktor.


Yurio threatens him but hides it with an insult to show that he “doesn’t care”

In fact I feel like almost all of the people Yuuri’s ever met are threatening Viktor and he’s kind of starting to fear for his life.

Yuuri however is blissfully unaware of what’s happening

so I don’t know if someone’s already come up with this before and I just haven’t heard of it, but. I have a term I think would be useful to the otherkin/fictionkin community… 

sourcemates. Like canonmates in a way; they share a source material with you, but they are from a different timeline, perhaps. I have several friends who share a source material for one or more of our kintypes, but we’re not from the same canon. I feel that there should be a word to describe the importance of this connection, even though we’re not canonmates. 

so sourcemates, then, could apply to entire subcommunities of fictionkin, i.e., all Undertale kin would be sourcemates, and so on. Or it could be more personally related, so a friend who shares a source material you could call your sourcemate. 

so uh if you think this is a cool and useful term could you reblog this post maybe so others can see it? I feel like I must not be the only one who could make use of a term like this! 

This is going to take so long to sink in. This election has been so drawn out, so brutal, so exhausting, but all the way through there was still that glimmer of hope that he would never actually do it, someone SO unqualified, someone SO appalling, SO childish, someone who’s a racist, a misogynist, a sexual offender, a chronic liar, a pure populist ugly demagogue windbag - it was too outrageous a concept for us that he might actually win. Yet here we are. It’s like Brexit 2.0 and yet… it’s so much worse. I have that same sick feeling in my core, but this time it is magnified ten fold. This really feels like the beginning of the end. Healthcare, abortion rights, minorities, LGBTQ rights, immigrants, refugees, the economy, the world economy, world peace, the environment - all are frighteningly vulnerable in this horrific bigoted close minded movement that has been surfacing it’s ugly head across the globe of late. It feels like all the progress we’ve made in the past 50 years or so has just been flipped backwards. Not to mention he has the fucking nuclear codes. 

It is so easy to starve yourself
in the same way she starved you of love.
It is so easy to withhold nourishment from your body
in the way she withheld nourishment from your soul.
It
is
so
easy
because that feeling of emptiness, of nothing inside 
is all
you have ever known
and so to feel full is so frightening, so unfamiliar
and apparently you are undeserving of that sensation
for how else can you defend her deprivation?
How else can you explain the fact
that the same woman who brought you into the world
the same woman who was your world
is the same woman who brought it crashing down around you?
How else can you explain that
if not by diminishing your own worth?
But darling,
what I wish you would realize 
what I wish you would open your eyes wide enough to see
is that none of
this
is your fault
but rather hers, 
rather due to her own inability to peer beyond her own demons
and see the angel that you are.
Darling, this is not your war
and your body is not a battlefield
nor are calories a crime.
Self-starvation is not your salvation
for it only continues the cycle she set
in motion.
The only one who can save you now
is you
and the only way out is to eat,
to fight through each tearful bite and merciless meal
to fight back against the urges and her voice shouting in your head,
to feed yourself and fight this sickness,
not the other way around.
Stop punishing your beautiful self for the cruelties she committed - 
the soul that should be serving time is hers and hers alone.
Darling, you are so much more 
than the unmothered child 
and
the unwanted daughter.
If you want to define yourself as un-anything,
be unbound, unleashed and uninhibited -
be more than the perfect puppet she wanted you to be.
Somewhere beneath the lies she laid upon you
and the criticisms and insults she said make up who you are,
somewhere beneath it all is YOU.
There is an innocent little girl and a powerful young woman
waiting to be released.
So darling, take a breath and unchain her,
darling, set yourself free once and for all.
Stop waiting for her to give a love she is incapable of ever giving
and learn to love
yourself
instead.
—  on overcoming an abusive mother, S.R.N.