i'm meant to be doing work

Some Gochi for my followers, love you guys! Thanks for being there, enjoying my fanart and my blog :)

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Putting on a bikini is probably the last thing you’d want to do when feeling bad about your bod….. but this helped me a lot actually. Lately I have been struggling quite a bit with body image. I’ve lost quite a bit of muscle over the last few months 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 my quads are basically non existent and it’s been really difficult for me. But I’m realizing that it’s normal for bodies to go through changes!!! Gaining weight or loosing muscle doesn’t make you any less attractive than you were before!! I’m still beautiful, I still love myself. It’s okay, I’m okay!!!!

trans man hawke headcanons

HAWKE FAMILY EDITION

(originally intended to be specific to my hawke but ur welcome to reblog & tag ur own hawke/add ur own headcanons the more the merrier)

  • bethany is the first person hawke tells, when it’s just the two of them, and she helps him cut his hair. it’s an utter disaster and when she sees, leandra immediately flies into action to save the terrible haircut while malcolm watches and laughs.
  • hawke waits a while to tell the rest of his family because he’s so nervous. he knows his parents love him but what if they only love him as a girl? bethany holds his hand under the table while he tells them, and hugs him right after. it’s still scary, but she helps.
  • malcolm understands at once, but leandra has never come across this before. it takes her a long time to stop ‘mourning her daughter’ and realise she is hurting her son.
  • when carver discovers he isn’t the only hawke son, he locks himself in his room. he emerges rather sheepishly several hours later and offers some of his clothes to hawke for him to try out.
  • he asks people to call him ‘hawke’ because he knows he wants to change his name before he knows what he wants to change it to. ‘hawke’ is an easy middle ground, and it sticks.
  • there’s a gaggle of kids who give hawke a hard time when he goes into town, laughing at his short hair and his boy’s clothes. hawke grits his teeth and ignores them, but he comes home crying more than once. carver disappears one day and returns with a split lip and a grin. the kids don’t bother hawke again.
  • malcolm stumbles over pronouns at first, and hawke is too nervous to correct him. but bethany is always there to step in and gently remind their father for him, and soon malcolm is always getting it right.
  • leandra doesn’t remember so well, and finally hawke ends up crying when she forgets and misgenders him yet again. malcolm finds his son out in the barn and sits with him, tells hawke how brave he is, how proud they are of him, how much they both love him. when they come back inside, leandra cries her way through an apology and promises to do better.
  • the family has to move once because a man deliberately misgenders hawke and bethany sets his trousers on fire. their parents are angry at her for putting herself in danger, but her brothers stand up for her. leandra can’t help thinking this is the closest she’s ever seen the siblings.
  • the first time hawke hears leandra refer to him as ‘my son’ to someone, he can’t stop smiling all day.
  • helping hawke choose a new name becomes something of a family ritual while preparing for dinner, batting names around the room. bethany picks names from romance novels, carver suggests the names of his heroes, and malcolm invents outrageously long and ridiculous names that invariably involve terrible puns.
  • leandra is upset at the thought of hawke changing his name - they named him after malcolm’s mother - but eventually even she joins in, drawing on family naming traditions in her suggestions.
  • sometimes hawke worries whether it was worth putting his family through all this trouble, changing his relationship with them for ever. but then bethany calls him her brother, or leandra calls him her son, or someone refers to ‘the hawke boys’, and it just feels so right and he feels warm inside, all over again.
Happy New Year to all my followers

Carlos spent the whole of New Year’s Day making jokes.

“Babe, I can’t believe I haven’t shaved all year!”

“Cecil, I’m really sorry that this is the only coffee I’ve made you all year.”

“I wonder how Janice is doing… I haven’t seen her since last year!”

Cecil spent the whole day groaning. As the day drew to a close, Carlos suddenly leapt off the couch and ran towards the front door. 

“Where are you going?”, asked Cecil. 

“Ceec!”, said Carlos, looking slightly panicked. “I haven’t done any science since last year! I have to go to the lab right now!”

anonymous asked:

I just saw your art by accident, and I'm so happy I did! It's so precious and beautiful! I love your art style and I could stare at it for hours! Keep up the good work~!

Awww thank you! I wish I could say I’m keeping it up but today I meant to do some decent drawing and ended up with nothing and a tiny dood of bakugou and hamsters… for no reason other than I was thinking about how cute hamsters are… with no particular reason for it too.

a rather sketchy redraw of one of my favorite blood-lusty Gaara moments ❤️

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middle earth meme: [1/7] quotes

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring. In which case, you were also meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought.

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The northern girl. Winterfell’s daughter.

sansa stark + people’s perception or expectations of her
(requested by @sansaspride)

Flowershop AU

part one. this was never meant to be more than two parts, but i merged a helnik au into and now we’re here….

For Inej working at the flower shop was a rest stop on the road to something much more important. She wasn’t sure where she was headed, but the desire to do something more—be more—compelled her. 

She had an innate ambition to travel, wandering as hereditary in her family as her brown eyes. The big city lights of Ketterdam lured her from her small town—much like her coworker, Jesper. They both migrated to the city for college, each taking on jobs that consumed their leisure time to make ends meet, ending up in the same overlooked shop. They were two young adults whose friendship flourished, not because of the routine of seeing each other, but due to the fact they both felt like tiny fish in a vast, dark ocean they never belonged in. Though unlike him, she had plans to get out of the complicated net Ketterdam ended up to be. She witnessed first hand how the city sucked people in and trap them; she couldn’t allow herself to be one of them. 

She didn’t feel rooted here. Or anywhere for that matter. She would wade through Ketterdam with the same vigor she used in her other travels. Some feared getting lost, but Inej enjoyed the mystery of it, the thrill of what parts of herself she could discover each time she traveled some place new.

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MBTI Types working on an assignment
  • Finishes it quickly and thoroughly: ISTJ, ESTJ
  • Finishes it relatively quickly but is just really angry the whole time because it's pointless: ENFJ, ENTJ
  • "I did that. It was easy.": INTJ (actually did it), ENTP (didn't actually do it)
  • Elected to do it as a group project and didn't contribute their fair share of work: ESTP, ESFP, ISTP
  • Was in a group with XSXPs and did all the work: ISFJ, ESFJ,
  • Rushed it because "look at all the other awesome things I could be doing": ENFP, INFJ
  • Didn't do it at all because "look at all the other awesome things I could be doing": ISFP, INFP, INTP

i cried today and it turned my head into a war drum, beating my death march until i could taste salt and i couldn’t remember what it meant to be wholesome anymore.

think about when we were kids, and fireworks were shooting stars that made us hold our breath and birthday candles were magic makers and wish givers. i scraped my knee chasing you, but you came back and held my hand until my father came running.

you came back. can you do it again?

i want to be a child again with my feet in the dirt and my head spinning from the feeling of eternity that came on the winds of summer. i want to remember what it felt like then, to fall in love with a moment and a friendship and the way the flowers bloomed in spring, instead of waiting for my heart to get stepped on by a person who didn’t read the instructions: handle with care.

there are fireworks outside my window but they sound like gunshots, and i cried today but the darkness of my room helped me forget the stains. there’s salt on my lips and blood on my tongue and i remember wishing that i knew how to sew so perhaps my mother wouldn’t feel so frayed; you held the needle and thread for me while i begged, “save me.”

can you do it again?

—  a litany of simple + broken things // (h.q.)
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PEOPLE THAT CAN HURT YOU
THE ONES THAT CAN REALLY HURT YOU
ARE THE ONES THAT ARE CLOSE ENOUGH TO DO IT

me, internally: i should work on stuff i need to work on
@bitterwanderer, idly: btw i made a new fallout oc to do the raider stuff at nuka world, and i think he’s gonna romance gage
me, suddenly trying very desperately to keep my cool: YOU DON’T,,, SAY,,,,,, GO ON,,,,,,,

A-Hero-Complex Mobile Masterlist

MasterList

DC Imagines:

The Flash:

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon | Vibe

Earth-2 Cisco Ramon | Reverb

Harrison Wells

Eobard Thawne | Harrison Wells | Reverse-Flash

Hunter Zolomon | Zoom

Zoom Mini Series:

Cry Wolf: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, Finale

Multi-Character Imagines

Arrow:

Oliver Queen

John Diggle

Multi-Character Imagine

Legends of Tomorrow:

Leonard Snart

Mick Rory

Rip Hunter

Multi-Character Imagines

Supergirl:

James Olsen

Young Justice:

Kaldur | Aqualad

Gods and Monsters:

Kirk Langstrom | Batman

Batman VS Superman:

Bruce Wayne | Batman

Multi-Character Imagines

Arkham Series:

Multi-Character Imagines

Misc:

New 52!Barbara Gordan | Batgirl

Marvel Imagines:

Agent Carter:

Daniel Sousa

Avengers:

Tony Stark | Iron Man

Multi-Character Imagines

Deadpool:

Wade Wilson | Deadpool

Vanessa Carlysle | Copy Cat

DC One Shots:

The Flash

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hip hop?

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Above and Below

Stars are boring. All they do is glow a bit and they’re not even really there or they’re just incredibly far away and dead, something like that. Gordon couldn’t care less about stars, except that John loves them and loves talking about them, and Gordon loves John, so Gordon will listen to him blather on for quite a while before trying to change the subject.

The ocean is uninteresting. It’s featureless and wet and there are fish and boats in it. The universe does not have creepy monsters floating around in it, thankfully, although Gordon’s attempts to change the subject are amusing as a distraction. Giant space squids are not a thing, and whales cannot swim in the Milky Way. But for Gordon’s sake, John allows for the possibility that hulking wrecks of derelict ships could be gathering space-coral, because of positive ions. And John’s a little impressed that Gordon was listening when he was explaining to Alan how the first Deep Space spacecraft’s engines worked.

Of course, says Gordon. I’m always listening when it’s important.


So I really shouldn’t be up all night doing fanart but I have been, and I wanted a drabble to accompany this but I came up with this instead. Just, you know, John and Gordon are opposites but they’re the same. I’m pretty pleased with this one actually.

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Headcanon: Owen likes leaving little snacks in Claire's purse right before she leaves for work just cause he can't stand the thought of her skipping meals during her busy schedule

Whoever said that a woman’s purse wasn’t all that difference from a black hole where everything was meant to disappear forever wasn’t all that far off. Claire emptied her bag on her desk, looking for the lipstick that slipped out of a small compartment and appeared to be lost without a trace in a pile of pens and napkins, loose business cards she needed to put in a holder and, yes, a handful of granola bars.

Her lips twitched ever so slightly at the sight of Cookie Creams and Strawberry Fudges, making her pause for a moment.

There were certain things she knew would come from living with a man. She expected Owen to hog the shower right when she needed it and leave his socks wherever he pleased, expecting them to crawl to the hamper on their own, and, of course, he did all that without fail. He also tended to empty the fridge with a frightening speed and the towels in the bathroom regularly smelled of motor oil, streaked with dark stains that were hard to wash out whenever he so much as touched their cars.

What she did not expect was for him to turn into a mother hem, concerned with her rest and eating habits, her bags and pockets and purses often stuffed with enough snacks to last Claire for days, had she found herself on a deserted island, for instance. And the very thought of him doing all of this was enough to make her breath catch in her throat. Somehow, the idea of him bothering with making sure she ate on time never even crossed her mind, but when she mentioned in passing a while ago that the meetings were often keeping her in the office even during her lunch, the conference calls scheduled without any regard for meal breaks, and paperwork piling up on her desk, he took it as an almost personal insult, which looked quite hilarious at the moment.

Ever since then, she knew she would always find a protein bar, or a pack of cookies, or an apple in her bag, the drawers of her desk filled with more food than a snack aisle in a grocery store. She tended to be grumpy and irritable when she was hungry, prone to headaches, and Owen noted jokingly that he was doing all of this for the sake of her employees lest she bite their heads off, making Claire huff and roll her eyes at how ridiculous he sounded and wondering if he was going to start packing lunches for her (he tried, but she kept forgetting them in the kitchen). Yet, there was something about knowing that he cared about her enough to make sure she never went hungry made her feel warm on the inside every time she reached into her pocket and her fingers closed around yet another candy bar.

Claire’s phone pinged with a text message just as she finally spotted her lipstick. Owen. Lunch? She smiled, feeling her grin growing so wide it threatened to split her face in half. Yes, she typed back and hurried out of her office, knowing that he was probably already on the way.