large ugly

yall: “nobody wants a guy with a tiny dick” “short guys are ugly” “if your voice isnt deep dont talk to me”

every trans guy ever:

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"Holy shit, you're real." with Fallen Angel Enjoltaire?

Okay I’m not the best at this story arc/trope so please forgive me if this isn;t what you wanted <3

He had always associated Enjolras with falling.

Falling head over heels, falling sideways just to see him, falling in love. 

It was only fitting that he had found him here. Fallen.

Although fallen was perhaps not the best choice of words. Enjolras had clearly been here for a long time. His skin was freezing upon contact. It was hard for Grantaire to understand what he was seeing. It was all so surreal, but he was not questioning it. After all, how many times had he compared Enjorlas to an angel?

“Holy shit,” Grantaire whispered, despite the fact that Enjolras unconscious and could not hear him. “You’re real.”

Shrugging off his coat, Grantaire wrapped it around Enjolras’ bare back, only pausing briefly to look in awe and in a strange way even admire the cruel markings on his back. It was as though the wings had been pulled straight from his blades, leaving nothing but two ugly and large scars on the top of his back. 

He was grateful for the darkness that surrounded them as he lifted Enjolras into his arms. He was so much lighter to lift than what was humanly possible, and as he begun to walk back towards his home, he couldn’t help but look down onto the face that he’d always admired, always venerated, always loved. 

He wasn’t human. He was other-worldly. He was ethereal. Grantaire had believed all of these things before he had had proof. 

Enjolras’ eyes slowly began to flutter open. Grantaire felt an uncomfortable knowledge clutch at his chest. This was not a secret he was supposed to know. There were many that Enjolras trusted above him.

“R?” Enjolras asked softly as his eyes became focused, his voice not quite there yet.

“Don’t move too much.” Grantaire replied, attempting to keep his own voice steady and his face stoic. As though he hadn’t just stumbled upon the most incredible thing in his life. “I’m taking you home.”

Enjolras closed his eyes tightly. He seemed to be in great pain, and this too hit Grantaire hard. 

“I tried to go home.” Enjolras whispered, his lips were trembling. “I thought I was ready. They still don’t want me.”

“I know how that feels.” Grantaire said quietly. He fell silent for a moment, focusing on his steps. “It might not be home, but you’ll always have a place with me.”

Maybe it was his imagination, or the uncomfortable way the chill snapped at his arms, but Grantaire could have sworn he felt Enjolras hold onto him tighter after that. 

Adam Driver’s Face

This is my attempt to explain the beauty of Adam Driver’s face: CONTRAST.

Anyone familiar with art principles knows that contrast draws attention and is visually pleasing. It is a tool artists use to direct a viewer’s gaze.

Adam Driver’s face has layers of contrast:

Light/dark: Pale skin contrasts dark hair

(also, light and dark sides of the force for Kylo Ren)

Hard/soft: prominent brow ridge, aquiline nose, pointed chin, and broad shoulders contrast with the flowing curves of his hair, his soft jawline, his rounded ears, and his large, round eyes

Masculine/feminine: masculine features of brow ridge and deep set eyes, adam’s apple (deep voice), large nose, broad shoulders, and facial hair (usually) contrast with feminine features like long eyelashes and large round eyes, paler skin, long wavy hair, fuller soft lips, and a softer jawline

Typical beauty/ugly: Large ears, large nose, long face, contrast with full lips, large eyes, broad shoulders, and luscious hair

The contrast in Adam Driver’s face (and even his personality and most of his characters) is what makes him so appealing. He is strong yet vulnerable. He is intense yet kind. He is awkward yet elegant. He is relatable yet mysterious. He is languid yet bursting with energy. He is intimidating yet endearing. He defies categorization and definition. This is what draws attention to Adam Driver. This is why he has such presence. This is why people can’t stop looking at him.

I also would like to draw special attention to some certain features of interest.

EYES: Huge and watery and deep and dark round surrounded by luscious dark lashes. Both size and roundness draw attention and create interest.

EARS: Their roundness flows perfectly into the waves of his hair.

LIPS: Pink and full and beautiful.

BEAUTY MARKS: Both endearing and beautiful. They add additional contrast to his pale skin and adds variety and interest to the symmetry of his face.

FACE LENGTH: A long face adds an additional height illusion to his already impressive height. Both his long face and height give him a thinness that contrasts with the bulky muscles of his perfectly toned body.

And now, there is just one last reason Adam Driver’s face is so beautiful: he has a unicorn soul, a heart of gold, and a reflective mind of bottomless depth. Like, he is just a really great person and you can see it in his eyes, okay?

bedroom items, electronics, colors, adjectives, positions, comparing, etc.

Poder -  to be able to

La alfombra -rug

El armario -closet

La cama -bed

La cómoda- dresser

Las cortinas -curtains

El cuadro -painting

El despertador- alarm clock

El dormitorio -bedroom

El espejo -mirror

El estante- shelf, bookshelf

La lampara lamp

La mesita night table

La pared wall

El disco compacto CD

El equipo de sonido sound system

El lector DVD DVD player

El televisor/ La televisión television set

El video video

¿De qué color? What color?

Los colores the colors

Amarillo-a yellow

Anaranjado-a orange

Azul blue

Blanco-a white

Gris grey

Café brown

Morado-a purple

Negro-a black

Rojo-a red

Rosado-a pink

Verde green

Bonito-a pretty

Feo-a ugly

Grande large

Importante important

Mismo-a same

Pequeño-a small

Propio-a own

A la derecha de…. To the right of…..

A la izquierda de….. To the left of …….

Mejor que better than

el/la mejor the best

Menos que… -less than…

Peor que -worse than

el/la peor -the worse

La cosa-  the thing

Para mí-  for me

Para ti -for you

La posesión- possession

Dormir-  to sleep


ART SCHOOL | LAUREN ASTA  (Chicago, IL) | Vans US Open of Surfing 2017

We’re excited to spotlight the artists for this year’s 2017 Vans US Open of Surfing that is set to begin July 29th To August 6th in Huntington Beach, CA.   Our first artist spotlight starts with talented, hard working, and art touring muralist and public artist Lauren Asta!  Starting with a massive 3,000 sq ft mural at Faction Brewery in 2015, Asta has been non-stop mural and art touring, bringing her signature black and white, free flowing and spontaneous doodles to walls and buildings all over.  She’s not only extremely talented but also straight up fearless, as we find out in this Q&A with Lauren, where we talk about how she got started painting murals, her art background, and what event she’s looking forward to see at this year’s 2017 Vans US Open of Surfing. 

Photographs courtesy of the artist.

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anonymous asked:

Soulmate au #6 Nurseydex Angsty with a happy ending Please and thank you!

Notes: Jenna and Aubrey are Dex’s sisters also his family calls him Liam (hc)

6. the one where when you dream you’re seeing whatever your soulmate is currently experiencing.

When Derek sleeps, he sees large, ugly white kids pushing him to the ground, making fun of his hand-me-down clothes, his worn out sneakers, his red hair, his freckles, his owlish glasses. The kids spit on him, kick him, punch him until he’s covered in bruises and blood. They destroy his bike and force him to walk three miles home in the rain. They shove his face into the toilet bowls in the eighth grade bathroom. They call him a ‘faggot’, which stings like alcohol in a deep wound, they isolate him from the rest of the children, they break his arm. He sits on the kitchen time after time while Aubrey or his mother dabs his face with hydrogen peroxide and his father pinches the bridge of his nose and grunts about how “Liam needs to stand up for himself, be a man.”

When Liam sleeps he sees his mothers pulling him closer to their legs on the subway, getting disgusted looks from large white men, other kids in his class calling him a ‘hood rat’ and a ‘brownie’ even though he lived in a brownstone in upper Manhattan and his parents were black and middle eastern not black and white. He saw his parents sitting him down to explain how the world perceives him as a black man, how he can never be too careful, too cautious, especially around the police, or large groups of white men or white women. He saw kids at Andover giving him dirty looks, refusing to sit with him at lunch, pulling their belongings closer to themselves in the locker room. He heard countless numbers of people call him the n word for literally just existing. He had seen his soulmates face getting stitches and nose casts until the nurses in the E.R. knew him personally.

Derek knew what his soulmate looked like because he had spent so long staring into mirrors, tugging at his ears, poking at his freckles, brushing back his hair. William had freckles over the bridge of his nose and up his cheekbones, across his shoulders and down the tops of his thighs, hair the color of flames and eyes like amber honey. Derek had gotten to know the body pretty well, especially because several times he had closed his eyes to find Will in the shower or changing in front of a mirror. So when the tour of Samwell ends with them milling around Faber, Derek catches his eye across the bleachers and he can’t stop his heart from hammering. When he approaches Dex, he finally looks into those amber eyes and he melts.

“If we’re being completely honest, and I want to be, with you, I loved the glasses. They made you look mad smart.” He’s relieved when Will laughs so he continues, “You know, Jenna was right. Some people are into red heads.”

“I can’t believe how people treat you.” Which is a sobering comment. Derek takes his hand quickly.

“It’s chill, babe. We have each other now.”

I Don’t Wanna (Kevin Owens x Reader)

Context: Kevin just made one of the biggest mistakes in his life. Will Reader leave him forever?

**A/N: ** Kevin Owens needs more fanfiction but I digress. The song choice for inspiration is “I Don’t Wanna” by Aaliyah.

**S/B: ** This was written a month ago and I just had it sitting in my drafts. So, I’m releasing it now.

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

**Tags: ** @the-geekgoddes ; @kalliravenne ; @gamer705 ; @m-a-t-91 ; @crookedmoonsaultpunk ; @laochbaineann ; @squirrel666 ; @livingthestrongstyle ; @nickysmum1909

“…When we hooked up

We sat down

Made and agreement

We vowed that

That we’d always be together

Do whatever

We said that

No one ever get between us…”

      It had started earlier on with the screaming and then the tantrums. Eventually, the once peacefully home had become a war zone.

      Kevin had let his temper get the best of him yet again. He had lost the Universal Championship to Goldberg, ended his on-screen friendship with Chris Jericho and thought that the best way to handle his anger was by taking it out on you. Shit, he thought. It resulted in three bags filled with your belongings being packed and you leaving the apartment earlier that day.

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And the lights went off before anyone got a good look. Everyone in the room had to hear each other without knowing beauty or ugliness, without large or small, without weak or strong. Only judged by personality, by tone, by passion, by vocabulary. Through voice alone, some fell in love and some fell out of it. And then the lights came back on, and all returned to normal. - wishing you were here
—  Cole Sprouse

has anyone else seen that animated short film where there are no more females and the men have mutated into … kinda large grey ugly versions. And then the mutated men find a girl doll and one tries to have sex with it and the other ‘men’ get jealous and it ends up getting torn apart. There are two child characters and near the end one of them has their period.

Fuck that was a good short I wish I could find it

Realize -- Chapter Nineteen “Comfort”

Sebastian StanxReader  Tom HiddlestonxReader  

I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 and some from my own silly brain … I have nothing to say. Here’s Chapter Eighteen.


@greeneyedgirls4 @kianya-loves


@foureyedsiopao, @frenchfrostpudding, @t-w-hiddlestoner , @moonpoetsasylum,  @marvelbase001 , @the-craziestone

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen | chapter sixteen | chapter seventeen | chapter eighteen

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Symbra Week fic for Day 2:  Fantasy AU (Skyrim AU to be exact)  | ao3

Sombra, the one and only Dragonborn, is terrible at completing quests for the wonderful people of Skyrim.  Can her new traveling companion, Satya Vaswani, get her back on track towards saving the land from dragons and stuff?  Probably not…

Satya Vaswani was pleased with her former life; a rising star among the Scholars at the College of Winterhold and a master Conjurer without peer.  Why did she give up that life to spend most of her days following the Dragonborn into damp, dark caves all throughout Skyrim?  She wasn’t entirely sure of that herself.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, your writings are lovely, and very well thought out ^^ Here's a question: how would each of the guard leaders react at discovering Gardienne was trying to hide a wound from them? Sorry in advance if I have formulated the question poorly ^^'

You flatterer. Now I need to reward you with three scenarios. ;)  

Nevra: Activates ‘Parent’ Mode 

Nobody slips past the vampire while he’s awake. His people are evolved hunters, born with the ability to pinpoint spilled blood from at least a quarter of a mile away, with just their nose. If it’s even closer than that, he can tell which approximate species just met with an accident.

So the moment the Guardian returns to HQ, and does not make a beeline to the infirmary, he’ll intercept them in private before the hour is out. Spooking them is a bonus. Leaning against a convenient pillar right in their path, his arms folded, and his expression set in a cool frown that simultaneously says “I am disappointed in you” and “Show me: now.” The business of his soldiers is always his business; that’s what being in a clan team is about.

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anonymous asked:

What kinds of things do you think the host likes to do besides reading/writing to pass time or as a hobby?

I like to think that at some point he grew a passion for gardening for no other particular reason than the plants smell nice and he doesn’t feel the need to narrate their progress.

He likes to sing when he’s on his own and he’s surprisingly proficient at the violin. As the Author he liked to draw, though he wasn’t particularly good.

Occasionally he’ll knit hats or scarves (which come out lumpy or large) and makes ugly sweaters for his cats.

He’s also the biggest cat dad.