Putting on a bikini is probably the last thing you’d want to do when feeling bad about your bod…. but this actually helped quite a bit! Lately I have been struggling a bit with body image. Over the last few months I’ve lost quite a bit of muscle due to not being able to be consistent with working out because of my anxiety and depression getting so bad, so my butt has gotten smaller and my belly has gotten softer and it’s been kind of difficult for me. But I’m still beautiful, I still love myself. It’s okay, I’m okay!!!!
pt. 2: ALWAYS FUCKING FIGHTING. ALWAYS. and it has gotten to the point where everyone is sick of it. so principal washington thought the best way to get them to stop fighting is to get them to work together with co-teaching. because they'd be closer together and would have to learn how to work with and around each other, right? but we all know that wouldn't happen & i'm just saying i would really love that anon to post that fic tbh (also i'm so sorry this is so long omg)
OKAY YES BUT-
Imagine Jefferson is like the regular instructor of the class and Ham is his ASL interpreter and he’s constantly changing what Jefferson said and kind of teaching his own lesson and making fun of Jefferson with the deaf and hard of hearing kids and Jefferson is pissed bc has no idea why they’re all laughing at him
This is the au i need
Sleep in Craig's room? What would Kyle think, how scandalous tweek...
Tweek: His LIVING ROOM. I said his LIVING ROOM. His bedroom is all the way upstairs we’d be nowhere near each other. Craig: Just close enough for me to hear you screaming when you piss yourself tonight. Tweek: Okay, fine I’m scared! Sorry for trusting you with my livelihood!
Emilyyy can you please do a tfln in which the missus is home with the poorly sick newborn but Harry is on tour.? She doesn't know what to do and texts Harry but she feels like he is no help. At the end Harry sure is comforting? Pretty long please cuz I loooove your tflns SO MUCH. Thank youuuu
Credit to the owner of the photo. x
How are my two favourite girls doing today?
I can’t say the same for Persephone though.
What’s the matter with her?
She’s got a funny tummy.
It’s telling me jokes.
Saying funny things.
How do you think?
Takes after her daddy.
In both the iffy tummy way and the funny way.
Not quite the funny way, just yet.
But, the iffy tummy way, for sure.
She’s left me quite a few presents in her nappies this afternoon.
We’re they all runny?
And she leaked so many times. I’ve got about 4 baby-grows in the wash right now because she kept leaking through her nappies.
I can just about handle her sick when she pukes over my shirts when she’s being burped. I cannot handle that. No way.
What a knight in shining armour you are.
(I rolled my eyes when I sent that, by the way.)
I gathered your sarcasm.
I’ve got to go and change Persephone again. She pooed.
Give her a kiss from me.
I will. xx
I know your probably really busy right now, but, you know what to do when Persephone won’t stop crying and I need your help.
What’s happening now?
I think she’s all pooped out.
But, she started crying and I don’t know what to do.
Have you tried feeding her?
I tried. She wouldn’t latch on.
Did you change her and put her in some warmer clothes?
I did. She’s just kept nudging her hat off and she got louder so I put a cleaner baby-grow on and she’s on your pillow right now, next to me.
Wrap her up in my blanket.
Remember the one my mum gave us?
Wrapped her in it when she was born?
I’ll give that a go.
Did it work?
But, guess what we are doing.
Something that you really like to do when she can’t settle.
You’re going on a drive?
Think more about what you loved to do, before we had a baby.
You’re having a bath?
Oh, look at her.
My precious little Poppet. xx
All I had to do was dunk her feet in and she calmed down. I decided to have a bath with her and she’s been grinning ever since.
Oh, my goodness.
I’m missing out on co-bathing with my two favourite girls.
I hate being so far away.
Hey, Superstar Husband.
You’re doing your job and making both of your favourite girls very proud. x
I wish I could co-bathe with you both right now.
Are you in your hotel?
I’m just about to arrive. We had a meeting this morning.
How about you run yourself a bath when you get inside and then Face-Time me and it’ll be like we’re all co-bathing with one another expect we won’t be together.
“But Da-ddyyyy, you’re taking foreverrrr… ” Stella groans, her whole five-year-old body slumping in her chair with feigned exhaustion. “Papa can do this in five seconds!”
Blaine rolls his eyes, twisting a lock of Stella’s long brown hair around his fingers as he continues trying to french-braid it.
Kurt usually does this, simply because he took up the task one day and never stopped, and Blaine feels he was misled when he was told that this was easy. He and Stella have now been in the kitchen trying to get this done for a good twenty minutes. “Papa is amazing, but I seriously doubt he can do this in five seconds.”
“Okay, ten seconds! Daddy, this is A MILLION SECONDS. This is FOREVER.”
Blaine picks up his phone from the kitchen table and does a few quick conversions. “A million seconds is eleven days, baby. If I took eleven days, you would have missed the birthday party already.”
“I AM gonna miss the party, Daddy!” Stella tilts her head back to look up at him, her big blue eyes narrowing and her upturned nose scrunching in a way that’s frighteningly similar to Kurt. “Do you know what you’re doing? I don’t think you know what you’re doing. Text Papa.”
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. No, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but as one of her fathers, he’s not going to tell her that. Nor does he want to tell his husband that he couldn’t figure out how to do their daughter’s hair. Thankfully, he’s at the end of the second braid, so he twists it up and pins it in place in the opposite direction of the first, in a braided halo as requested. It looks… well, it could look worse, but it should be passable. Right?
“Okay, I’m finished.”
Stella hops out of her chair and runs to the nearby bathroom to inspect it. Blaine waits with bated breath for the verdict, until–
She emerges from the bathroom with her whole face scrunched up, clearly displeased, with both of her little hands on top of her head. Stella’s mouth twists, and twists, her pout deepening… then she sniffles, quietly…
Oh god. Oh god, no, nonononono, that is Blaine’s least favorite face and his least favorite noise and the shame of failure is washing over him already. “Shhh, it’s– it’ll be fine, Stella, please don’t cry–”
Stella bursts into tears just as Kurt turns the lock and walks into the apartment, cheerfully greeting his little family with a smile. “Sorry I’m late! Who’s ready for a birthday– oh. Jesus. What’s wrong, honey?” Kurt rushes over to her, kneeling down to her eye-level and glancing back at Blaine with a bewildered look on his face. “Aren’t you excited for–” He looks up at Stella’s hands, still covering her hair, then slowly and silently turns back around to his husband, trying not to laugh as he mouths, Seriously?
“Look, when you said to give her a halo braid, you didn’t say that meant I had to do… I don’t know, freaking origami with her hair!”
“P-Papa, Daddy messed it up, it’s so ugly!” Stella cries, looking at the floor.
Blaine takes another look at his handiwork and winces. Okay, so maybe both braids are crooked, and maybe one of the braids is thicker than the other, and maybe one of the braid’s ends is sticking straight up from the side of Stella’s head like a wonky antenna, but it isn’t ugly by any means, because she’s his baby girl and no part of her could be ugly. Regardless, making her feel that way sends a sharp stab of guilt into Blaine’s stomach. “I’m sorry, baby.”
Kurt giggles, unable to stop himself, which only makes Stella stamp her foot and yell, “IT’S NOT FUNNY!”
“Stella, it’s fine. We’ll redo it. It’ll take, like, five seconds.”
“That’s not how long it takes, stop telling her that,” Blaine mutters.
Kurt shakes his head, wiping Stella’s cheeks with his thumbs, and goes on, “Stella, honey, we understand why you’re upset, but this wasn’t Daddy’s fault. This isn’t the easiest hairdo, and I didn’t show him how to do it. That wasn’t fair to him.”
She sniffles, her tears slowing as she looks back and forth between her parents, finally settling back on her Papa with that narrowed, blue-eyed glare. “You let him do this to me?”
Blaine’s the one who has to conceal his laughter now. His failings as a hairstylist aside, he can’t wait to tell Rachel about this. They have the most melodramatic child in Brooklyn.
Kurt’s not even trying to hide it as he pulls Stella close and laughs into her hair. “Yes, I did. I’ll just fix it now, so we can get to the party, but we can show Daddy how to do all your favorite hairstyles later, okay?”
Stella finally smiles and nods at him, walking over to Blaine and holding her arms out to hug him. He gets on one knee so she can wrap her arms around his neck, and she kisses his cheek and says, “Sorry I yelled, Daddy. You didn’t mean to make it ugly.”
“I appreciate that, Stella, thank you,” he says, shaking his head at Kurt over her shoulder as Kurt reaches in to start unpinning her hair.
In the end, Blaine is right: it doesn’t take Kurt five seconds to complete the hairstyle, or even ten.
Summary: @morsalinou said: Your rrequest are open omgggg ok,…. I will try requesting simething for the first time here😅 hmm can i request a smut (🙊💕) where yugyeom sees you dancing in a competition (like hit the stage) or you dance with him you can decide (this weeks theme is love did you watch this show btw😍) and the rest is up to you! I’m so nervous omg😲😂
Author’s Note: WARNING OKAY
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT
If you’re a little birb, please don’t read this ^.^
You had thought in the beginning, that the atmosphere after what had happened would become awkward; but it didn’t. Nothing seemed to change between you, except for the fact that now, Yugyeom was asking for more and more kisses than you were willing to give.
You had both gotten dressed after laying on the floor for a while in each other’s embrace, and began to work on your routine again. When you began to dance, everything that happened before was put to the side, and everything you had was focused on perfecting the routine. Yugyeom felt that way too, and you felt as if that were a main reason as to why you got along so well with him at the start. There was always time for fun and games, but as soon as the fun and games were over, the work started.
Okay I’m done…I can’t…I just can’t deal right now…there has been so many bullshit of she/he said he/she said…i just can’t…all I see on my fucking dashboard is @theunfortunatecheese! Delete you blog blah blah blah! Or @xxtheaufactoryxx! The unfortunatecheesse is such a blah blah blah! IM FUCKING DONE WITH THIS FUCKING HATING BULLSHIT! IM DELETING MY FUCKING ACCOUNT! …..I hope all of you can find an other artist to love…im going to give myself 1 minute to say goodbye…-jazmine
This coming week I start my midterms
I have to pass these, they determine my first quarter grade, or else my grades will drop and my mom will kill me.
So for the next week I will be on a art hiatus. I need to study. Also, i will be kin with Test Tube? I’m sorry if this is weird, i just
I’ve been feeling a lot like her
so just refer to me as Test Tube if that’s okay? I’m sorry if this is weird..
But anyways! Don’t worry-I’ll still reblog stuff now an then. And buckle up too-for my English exam, we have vocab words, so for each word, I’m gonna write stories for y'all.
So yeah, and This is why I’ve been mentally unstable. My school makes it sound terrifying and I’m freaking out more and more.
But please don’t be upset if I don’t post a lot, I’m gonna be busy.