like at least 3 months

My transition timeline

I’m super sleep deprived, my first year one hrt is almost here and I just took some pictures that I’m actually happy with which means I’m going to do a timeline post! 

2014-still closeted 

I couldn’t find any pictures more recent than this because-surprise!-I didn’t like my picture taken. I was actually underweight in this picture. I got up to a healthy weight in the next couple of years.

2016 - 6 months pre-hrt

have a decent amount of makeup on here, mostly basic stuff like foundation, concealer, blush etc.

2016 - 3 months post-hrt

This is the least makeup so far. Just mascara and a bit of eyebrow powder.

2017 - 1 year of hrt!!!

In makeup here, dyed my hair and got new glasses. 

Maybe Dean’s still a little bitter about Stanford?

anonymous asked:

Nice coworkers 😊 I'm a CNA and recently we've been working EXTREMELY short staffed. like for the past few months we're usually at least 3 CNAs short which makes a huge difference. Last night, our nurse ordered us pizza to say thank you for all the hard work we've been doing and it was just really really nice of her and felt good to hear a thank you

Introducing the last of my main Pokemon Fankids.

He’s Izumi, my Twinleafshipping fankid.

A dancer, hyperactive and dramatic, devoted fan of Serena Zay that follows her steps (even with his starter who happens to be a Fennekin). 

He also happened to meet Lara on a night party on a Pokemon Center and it was basically love at first sight. 

Charlotte despises him because he’s totally going to corrupt her baby after all.

Stuff ensues later.

sure love experiencing attraction towards someone once every 5 years and then they’re ALWAYS unavailable :) :) :)

y’all I’m fucking FINALLY DONE with part 2 of 5 of my novel-project, The Girl Who Struck Lightning.

I mean yeah it still needs hella edits, but that means I can move on to PART THREE.

mom said that she was under the impression she would be helping me with rent when I moved, when I was trying really hard to be able to live without needing her assistance

but. i guess I should take that into account for when I’m looking for a place.

I’m gonna wait for my next paycheck, see how big it is, how much can go into savings, and then consider the situation from there.

R- The Imp

R is a boisterous little imp. They’re genderfluid and are content with any pronouns being used. They’re the human equivalent of 40. They would prefer not to go into how they came to the refuge publicly, but will share that with their companion in their profile piece.

R is a small thing, about 2 feet tall, and has big green eyes and cream colored fur with brown undertones. They have sharp pointed ears, a tail that reminds me of a lemur’s, and three small white horns on their forehead. R is, as previously stated, boisterous as well as chatty, witty, strong-willed, and loyal. For offerings they’re content with whatever their companion wants to offer them.

R is open to working with anyone as a companion, but would like to be in a spirit family of no more than 5 other spirits. They also say they would like to be their companion’s only spirit for at least 3 months if they’re the first spirit companion for the human. They also request it be checked with them (as it should be with any new addition for any spirit keeper/worker/companion) before they take in a new spirit family member.

anonymous asked:

Just wanted to tell Thank you Your drawings of Akatsuki inspire me so much!! They're so so so cute (I even finally started my project i was planning to do like 3 months ago. Hope i can finish at least the first episode soon uh) (sorry for bad English btw (´;Д;`))

aSDASD thank u!!! also good luck with your project <3

Family Matters.

Family visits were always well…interesting. That was putting it lightly.

Between little Mikey running around wild throughout my parents’ home, unable to be stopped by his grandmother or his grandfather who gladly watched as their little pride and joy tore about their most precious gifts like that small, expensive fine art sculpture that had been sitting on their wooden coffee table for years…

Between the loud bustles of my sisters, Melanie and Yvonne, in the kitchen singing as they clanged around pots aimlessly much to my mother’s dismay who yelled out disapproval in her soft German gibberish to prevent us from really understanding the harsh words she was actually saying…

Between my brother Marco insisting on following me around like some lost puppy droning on and on about the latest love interest in his life…

It was always hectic but there was never a time when I wasn’t glad to be here. I felt the same currently as I sat at the kitchen bar counter with my son Mikey fighting my tight grip to keep him in my lap, my husband Mats sitting to my right and my brother Marco leaning on the counter as he stood on the opposite side of the bar table. The conversation had quickly turned to the past, as it often did with this bunch.

“Oh, just imagine the looks I got when I had to explain to everyone my sister is dating a Hummels. The thought alone still makes me cringe.” Marco pretended to fake a dramatic shudder. He was always terrible at acting.

“The jealousy is so apparent right now,” Mats said through a smirk of his own as he chewed down his sample of pasta though I guess ‘sample’ wasn’t exactly the correct word to use. It was practically his third bowl and if he continued to eat anymore, I would be returning back to Manchester with a husband who was 10 pounds heavier.

He literally forced my mother to make her special chicken pesto pasta every single one of his visits and she obliged every single time, no matter my persistence we try to go for a different menu item. It was clear it wasn’t her daughter who was her favorite but instead, her son-in-law.

Marco reached out his arms with a look of excitement towards Mikey who quickly squealed to escape from my arms and into his uncle’s who was arguably his favorite person. It wasn’t me, it wasn’t Mats. It was Marco. I decided to oblige and handed him over to the delight of the M & M pair who were quickly playing with each other, Mikey tapping his uncle’s nose playfully and giggling when his counterpart mocked screams of pain.

“Did I tell you you look god awful in red?” Marco stated as he looked to me briefly.

I glanced down at the United t-shirt I had thrown on before our flight, too lazy to actually craft together some eloquent choice of dress. “And have I told you that joining Real Madrid was a god awful decision?”

He could only smile in response. “You may have mentioned it a couple of times.”

“Hey hey, my wife looks good in anything,” Mats quickly piped in once he wasn’t so distracted by stuffing his face. I quickly turned my neck in his direction and my mouth spread into a wide grin. “Thank you, babe.”

“No problem.” He leaned in with a knowing smirk and placed a soft kiss to my lips and I could hear my brother’s groans of disapproval in the background as he was forced to watch.

“Oh, Mom. They’re doing it again!” I broke away from the kiss to see his look of disgust as he yelled his words before he trotted off with our son in his arms. Mats and I couldn’t help but giggle. Good ol’ Marco. He would never change.

I hopped up from my seat and headed upstairs to my old bedroom, on a quest to search for something but it seemed my steps were followed because as soon as I entered the room I noticed Mats behind me who shut the door once he was inside as well.

“Ah, remember my first time up here?” He wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin upon my shoulder. I closed my eyes, able to practically envision the smell of his cologne first filling my room. How I had managed to sneak him up here without my parents noticing I still wasn’t sure. Part of me wanted to believe Marco had distracted them but then I thought he surely wouldn’t have been an advocate for Mats possibly making moves upstairs on his sister.

“How could I forget? You were as nervous as ever thinking my parents would hate you like Marco.”

“Marco hated me for at least 3 months. I still have that mark on my shin from when he kicked me. Accidentally of course,” Mats spewed sarcastically then followed by a chuckle. We both knew that challenge was far from an accident. Marco wanted nothing to do with his teammate when he found out he was putting moves on his sister and he made that quite evident throughout the first few months of our dating. There just reached a certain point where he couldn’t deny my happiness and seemed to replace his anger with at least a sort of acceptance. Of course now he couldn’t hate our relationship as much as he wanted when he had Mikey to entertain him. The little guy was practically his own as he tried to whisk him away to Madrid as often as he could.

There were many babysitting trips I got random calls in the middle of the night from a panicked Marco who couldn’t handle my son’s cries and fretted over what exactly to do to quiet him. It never took long for him to figure out a solution to his problem on his own.

“He did. You remember my parents thought you were here for my sister? Hilarious.” My dad had practically pushed my love interest into my sister’s arms, calling her to trot downstairs when Mats showed up on our doorstep with flowers. You could imagine his look of shock when it was me instead, his youngest daughter, who came running down. Our few years of age difference had never mattered to us but I could tell it was something initially in the back of my parents’ minds.

What was heavily embarrassing was the fact we didn’t end up even going on a date out that night. We instead ended up smushed on the couch between a disapproving Marco and my smiling mother as we watched old dramas and my siblings and father sat around us. Mats couldn’t help but love my family since then and they quickly welcomed as a member.

Before Mats could say much else, we both turned in response to the door creaking open, spotting Marco with Mikey still in his arms. “We’re going out for a second,” he said in reference to the true pair.

Mats simply gave him a nod of approval before I turned completely and playfully pushed Mats’ chest. “He’s not using my child as chickbait,” I said between laughter. I knew Marco would often find his way to malls or the parks to stoop women into seeing him as this adorable, loving figure with a young child in his arms. Mats always encouraged it.

“Come on, look at the poor guy. He needs this. He’s been lonely his whole life.” He pointed off to a half laughing Marco who was trying to sustain a straight expression instead to express his disagreement. “Thanks, Mats.”

“No problem.”

They were now practically brothers, here to plot against my sanity.

Feedback? Also, I so do not advocate for either party leaving BVB for clarification :)