look at all the happy faces

Daydreaming is my coping mechanism.
I’d rather think of a better version of me actually doing stuff like getting some writing done and reading books and actually leaving the house (what is that even?) and meeting people and letting stories happen to me rather than staring at screens all day and staying in bed till its noon.
I think thinking about things that i want to do gives me a false sense of relief. It makes me feel a perverted duplicate of an adrenaline rush. It gives me hope but not happiness. And happiness but in the form of a lie.
I know i should probably keep my hands and in turn, my brain busy doing things that i love to do so that adult me won’t look back at teenager me and only remember screens and melancholy and an empty bed. and i know i should be strong enough to fight through all these illnesses i should be brave to face my fear rather than giving in to these waves crashing in on me taking me with them off the shore.
But sometimes its just hard to resist.

Nine to Five (Part 3)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

A/N: The response to Part 2 was absolutely out of this world. I couldn’t believe it, I’m so happy that people are loving this as much as I am writing it. Enjoy Part 3; Just a reminder that this is a drabble series so I’m not trying to make each part 2k long, this part is only 905 words so don’t bombard me with “why is it so short” drabble series

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (coming soon)

Originally posted by wydobrien

Over a month has passed, the most amazing and exciting month of your life. Accepting the job to be Rosie’s nanny was definitely the best thing you’ve ever done. She was a wonderful, adoring little girl that deserved the best in life, and you were determined to give it to her; along with the help from Stiles, who you would willingly give the award for Best Father within a beat of the heart. He had so much time for his daughter even with working a full time job, he never came home grumpy or too tired to spend time with her. Every time you left the house in the evening, he had her cooped in his arms.

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hurtful words

Request Prompt; Hi, i was wondering if you could please make an imagine where shawn makes y/n cry because he said something he doesn’t mean?

Warning; small use of foul language


You and Shawn had a lot going for each other; he was about to go on his first full out tour in the U.S., and you were preparing to go to your dream school. To top it all off, the two of you were nearing your one year anniversary with each other. It’s been a long ride between different schedules and time zones, but the two of you made it work.

Unlike the rest of the anniversaries that the two of you have shared, you suggested having a nice dinner in the comfort of your shared home this time. The contrast from fancy and uptight dinners would be nice for the two of you. All you needed was to be with Shawn, and you’d be happy either way. You had been so ecstatic about the upcoming date with Shawn for weeks now, that every time you thought about it, you couldn’t help but squirm in your seat from excitement. Something about him made every date feel like the first. Whether it was him bringing flowers or giant teddy bears, his gestures always managed to make you melt.

As the days became hours until your anniversary was coming, you picked out Shawn’s favorite dress on you to wear. The dinner might’ve been at home, but you put on as much makeup as if you were about to walk the red carpet. Don’t get it wrong — you were comfortable enough around Shawn to be bare faced, but you wanted this to be the perfect night for the two of you, and that would start by you looking and feeling your best. You also started dinner in the midst of everything to make sure you were on schedule.

Shawn was out with his friends, which gave you the perfect amount of time to tidy everything around the house up. You didn’t mind if he was out for the day, because you would be able to have him for the rest of the night. It was going to be a great night for the two of you.

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I am just drowning in the stevetony fluff this week. Look at me writing everything except my stonya3 fic. Yikes.

He could hear Natasha laughing when he shuffled into the kitchen. He had spent the night catching up on the sleep he had lost during his work binge the last couple days, so he knew he probably looked a mess. He had had enough sense last night to take a shower before bed, but he probably still looked like a bleary-eyed crazy person.

He dragged himself over the coffee maker and grunted when he saw it was empty.

“Sorry, Tony,” Clint says, holding what Tony is assuming to be the last cup of the last pot in his hand. “Didn’t think you were going to be up this early.”

Tony turned back to the coffee maker and let out a little whine that he knew probably sounded pretty pathetic, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He grumbled a bit to himself as he went about making another pot.

He had just finished setting everything up and was leaning back against the counter with his eyes closed when he heard Steve come back from his run. He let himself slouch a little further into the counter, listening to the noises going on around him. He rubbed his eye with his palm, trying to get rid of the gritty, feeling in them.

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You know...

Even though I love Ardyn’s character and his charming personality, the thing I associate most is his sense of loneliness. I know how it feels to be alone or ignored sometimes, and it sucks. I mean, he could never get attached to anything or anyone, and Noct even said it himself.

“He’s been living a long time….in a world he could share with no one.”

Perhaps that is why he acts so flamboyantly, in order to appear social. But truthfully, Ardyn must be really jealous of Noctis and his friends. He even makes a pass at having friends to Noct in Zegnautus.

“Must be nice, having friends. Look how happy you all are!”

Personally, I feel that the ending scene where Noctis has the support of his friends and family when he summons the Kings of Lucis was a massive slap in the face to Ardyn. You see him standing across from them in the final showdown with nothing, and no one. I think it’s one of the most realistic traits he has, and it’s the one trait I relate to the most.

That’s why I enjoy his character, not just because he is well written, or attractive, or a freak'n badass (though it helps). It’s because Sqaure Enix made him so human.

I guess I’m feeling a bit sad today.

I had a prompt for Heith where people in Hunk’s past were cruel to him and Keith helped him through the struggle. I’m so sorry, my inbox seems to have eaten the request!! I have no idea where it went. I hope that this is what you were looking for :)

Hunk looked at his hands and didn’t know what to do with them.

People had always told him that they were big and clumsy, warning him to be careful, admonishing him to be gentle. He’d always been bigger than the other kids, that meant he had to make sure he didn’t accidentally hurt anyone by playing too rough or just existing. They expected him to be awkward, telling him so often that he’d started to believe it himself. He lived in that fear, never being good enough and always afraid that someone was going to be hurt. That it would be all his fault.

He’d tried to do something better with the hands they called clumsy and too-big. He trained them to take apart the insides of machines, learning the delicate systems and how they worked. He could fix things that were broken, finding the missing, cracked pieces inside and make them better. He could improve it beyond what it had been built for.

Hunk had trained his hands to cook, to find the artwork in creation and innovation. Food was just like machines, he could bring the pieces together into something new and create something that was better than it used to be. He could make people happy with these hands. At least he tried.

Now they put a weapon in them and told him to fight when all he wanted to do was run away.

“Hey Hunk, I didn’t see you at dinner.”

A voice startled him out of his thoughts and he looked up at Keith, the Red Paladin leaning in the doorway. Keith never had the same problems, he threw himself into battle like he was born for it. Shiro too, he faced down the Galra with grim determination and tore them apart with his bare hands. Even Lance and Pidge stood their ground, Pidge cutting the foes down with her bayard close enough to be burned by the Galra-bot sparks and Lance bragging about his sharpshooting skills.

When he hesitated, they all thought he was afraid.

“I just wasn’t that hungry, it’s okay.” He had never been a good liar and Keith picked up on it right away. The Red Paladin moved to sit down beside him and Hunk didn’t protest.

“I know the fight today was a bit more intense than we realized, but we all got out of it in one piece. We took the Galra down, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Keith offered, not really used to reassuring others but learning how to be a friend.

Hunk looked down at his hands. It wasn’t fear, not in the way they thought. He was more afraid of himself than anything.

“That’s not…you ever think that I’m not supposed to be here?”

Keith blinked in surprise. “Of course you’re supposed to be here.” He said, matter-of-factly. “Who else would pilot the Yellow Lion?”

“I don’t know, anyone? Someone who’s a better fighter?” Hunk sighed, hunching his shoulders uncomfortably like he could somehow make himself smaller. “I don’t think I’m made for this.”

“Because you hesitated today?”


Keith frowned thoughtfully. “I know that you’re nervous, but you’ve never backed down when we’ve been in trouble before. You figured out how to get the scaltrite from the weblum too and saved both of our lives. You’re just doubting yourself.”

“It’s more than that.” Anger edged Hunk’s words and he folded his hands together, safe and quiet in his lap where they couldn’t do any more harm. “All you guys are so good at all of this and I’m not. You know I’m not. I don’t like fighting, I don’t know if I want to do this.”

“But you want to help people?”

The question hung in the air and Hunk knew it would be his undoing. He always wanted to help, he wanted to make everyone happy. He’d spent his whole life learning how to make things instead of destroying them, was fighting really the only way now? He couldn’t just be someone who smashed things apart, using all that strength and anger he buried inside so it wouldn’t hurt anyone. That’s not who he was, he’d tried so hard to define himself as something else.

“I don’t want to hurt anybody.” He admitted softly. “All I want to do is make things.”

Keith reached out and gently unknotted Hunk’s hands, coaxing them apart before lacing his fingers with Hunk’s own. “And that’s exactly why we need you.”

dozed-0ff-reality  asked:

Any Puppeteer and bloody painter headcanons

Puppeteer has alot of moodswings. First he’ll be happy and throwing flowers at nearby children and such, then all of a sudden he’s pissed off and hates the world and is ready to make Columbine look like a fucking joke. Two minutes later he’s riding down the street on a skateboard with gentle tears flowing down his face with a shirt that says he’s a “bad boy” because he didn’t wear a helmet.


Kyle’s POV

Monday came too soon. I guess I kind of enjoyed my vacation. Maybe this is a sign that I work too hard. Although, K.C makes it better. I awoke to kisses and pancakes.

“I see you took the ears off,” he said with a grin. “I’m kind of surprised you even kept them on all weekend.” I could only glare at him before his face took a more serious expression. “Anyway, I think when you get home, we should video chat with our families.”

I looked away as I ate. “I told my family a while ago, Jason included, that we were seeing each other. They seemed happy.”

“I’m sure that excludes Jason.”

“I think I should go before I’m late.”

“Of course you do.” He kissed my cheek before I ran to our room to change. It took me record time to get to the studio. Once I entered, I saw Sam sitting at a computer by himself. It seems like the crew is always tardy.

“Good morning,” I said as I moved over to the equipment and started getting everything set for today’s recording session. I didn’t notice Sam’s steely gaze until he was standing in front of me.

“I heard you went to Granite Falls. Have a nice trip?”

I turned my eyes to his and instantly felt a chill run down my spine. Was he angry? “Yeah. Actually, K.C proposed.” I was very happy to talk about it, despite Sam’s continuous glare.

things I love about Steve Trevor
  • He makes sure he actually thanks Diana for pulling him out of the water
  • The only time he ever expresses doubt to Diana about any of her beliefs is when he’s trying to convince her not to jeopardize the mission by killing Ludendorff, and even then it’s a hypothetical (“what if”)
    • He also does after she kills Ludendorff but that’s after her belief is shattered so I don’t really count it
  • He is so duty-bound I love him so much no wonder he and Diana got along so well
  • He just. Wants the people around him to be happy? The scene after they rescue Veld always kills me, and two parts in particular: 
    • When Charlie starts playing piano and singing and Steve says “I haven’t heard him sing in years…” and his face is all soft and you can see the shadow of a smile tugging at his lips but you can also see all the sadness in his eyes from those years of him not singing
    • And when he’s dancing with Diana and it starts to snow and she looks up and is so confused and delighted and he’s like “it’s snow… go on, touch it” and she does (also she has to let go of his hand to do it and he still encourages her to? such a small thing but oh man my heart) and he looks at her with such heart eyes
    • Honestly Chris Pine played him so well, so much complex emotion depicted even when he’s not speaking, like jfc well done
  • I love the boat scene, partly because it’s just fucking hilarious but mostly because their conversation is so respectful. She tells him she was sculpted from clay and brought to life by the breath of Zeus and his reaction is just to raise his eyebrows and say “Well, that’s neat.” 
    • I know that could read as sarcastic but it doesn’t to me at all. It’s funny, sure, but he isn’t making fun of her. It’s genuine and kind, even when what she’s saying is fairly unbelievable.
    • Just the entire way they speak in this scene… He never adopts that Mansplaining Tone™ that is so common, even when he’s actually explaining things. He talks because he wants to share information. It’s a cultural exchange, and I loved it.
  • After Veld, when they’re sitting and watching the villagers dance, he just quietly says, “You did this.” and she’s the one who smiles at him and says, “We did this.” He has so much respect for her and it kills me inside because it’s not “We did this” originally (which could be him pointing out that they’re a good team, him saying they have things in common, or a thousand other things), it’s just “You did this,” because he just wants her happy. He wants her to recognize how goddamn impressive she is. There is no agenda to what he said and it fucks me up
  • The entire scene with the kiss. Like, I’m gay as hell, usually I hate this kind of thing because it feels so unnecessary, but this was so well done I’m genuinely glad it was included
    • When he escorts her up to a room he then starts to leave. Even with all of that tension he doesn’t want to assume that she wants anything to happen. 
    • So he has his hand on the door and he starts to back out of the room and he hesitates just long enough for her to turn around and meet his gaze. And even then he’s reading that as a sign that she wants him in the room so he steps forward and closes the door behind her and then looks up again to confirm that’s what she wanted. And even after that, he crosses over to her so slowly and lets her be the one to actually initiate the kiss. 
    • He gives her a thousand and one chances to change her mind, to give him a small indication that she’s uncomfortable or doesn’t want it to happen, and it’s only once she lets all of those chances pass that they kiss. 
    • Consent-based relationships, man. Fuck me up.
  • Speaking of consent… the scene after Diana returns to Veld and sees the gas has killed everyone fucks me up
    • Steve’s followed her there and is clearly freaked the fuck out because she’s just gone and he physically can’t go in to try to find her because of the gas
    • So when she comes out he’s so visibly relieved and he goes forward and puts his hands around her face, clearly wanting to kiss her, and she shoves him away and says “stay away from me.” and he does.
    • He lets her be furious and devastated and overwhelmed because he knows what it’s like to feel powerless and I think he is genuinely sorry he contributed to her feeling this much pain. He lets her say she’s angry, he lets her blame him, he lets her grieve and doesn’t stop her when she leaves him there.
    • Not only does he not stop her, he sees the smoke from Chief’s fire and yells to her to follow it because he had followed Ludendorff. Their argument from the ballroom still isn’t resolved - she wants to just kill him and be done with it, Steve wants that to wait so they can focus on stopping the gas - but he recognizes that this is her choice and even after she’s basically just blamed an entire village’s deaths on him (and on herself) he tries to help her carry it out.
  • So after Diana’s killed Ludendorff and the war is still going on and Steve runs up to find her, he’s so visibly relieved that she’s alive and (like after Veld) goes to kiss her but backs away without her doing anything because he realizes the “stay away from me” thing has never been explicitly lifted. She might still want nothing to do with him and he respects that.
    • He does touch her a couple times after this but it’s always brief, I think it continues only because she didn’t react negatively the first time, and like they’re in the middle of a fucking war and I think Steve’s about 900% convinced that they’re all going to die so I’m gonna cut him a little slack here.
  • They have that “argument” again, where Diana says “this should have stopped, I killed him, why is this still going on” and instead of saying I told you so Steve just tries to get her to move on and help him save other people.
    • When he says “maybe it’s us! maybe we’re to blame!” (meaning not Ares) and she says that (obviously) she isn’t to blame, he doesn’t hesitate, he just says “but maybe I am.” He’s willing to put that on himself. Also, the qualifier through this scene - but maybe it’s us - is so important to me, because he’s still not saying “you’re wrong.” it’s a maybe.
    • When she refuses to go with him he’s clearly frustrated (again I’m giving him a pass here because he’s frustrated because he knows he won’t be able to save as many people without her) but he still doesn’t try to force her to go with him. He doesn’t guilt-trip her, doesn’t yell at her for not helping. He just gives that desperate shrug and says “I have to go. I’m sorry, I have to go.”
    • And when Charlie and Sam and Chief show up and ask where Diana is, all he says is “we’re on our own.” Not “she wouldn’t fucking help us” - which frankly is probably what I would have said in this situation - just that statement and nothing more.
  • In their final scene, when she’s hurt and dazed and temporarily hard of hearing, he breaks his “no touching” rule, but he breaks it because he’s helping her stand up and then because, well… even if she doesn’t, he knows he’s never going to see her again. 
    • It’s also super important to me that he doesn’t try to kiss her in this scene, because god knows he must have wanted to. He sees that she is in no shape to consent to anything like that and he doesn’t even come close to pushing it.
    • I’m not even gonna get into the “I can save today” part because I’m still too emotionally fraught
    • He says is “I wish we had more time.” before he tells her he loves her and literally runs to his death. That’s it. Nothing that could possibly make her feel guilty, nothing that could have seemed like he regretted anything. Not “I wish we hadn’t gone to the front.” Just “I wish we had more time.”
    • And he then, metaphorically and literally, gives her more time. Because he knows his clock has run out, but that doesn’t mean hers has to… So he runs and saves today and gives her his watch. Gives her time.
  • Anyway I’m seventeen thousand levels of fucked up from this movie, please feel free to add because Steve is amazing and a genuinely good, complex, respectful male character like this should be celebrated

anonymous asked:

how do you decide what to do with your face in pictures? there are a lot of tutorials on posing but they mostly just talk about the body and i feel like my face looks boring or weird in most pictures

AS ALWAYS this stuff takes practice. You get more comfortable the more you do it, but there are tips and shortcuts to help you achieve something more in your control then just smiling and hoping you look right. 

My favorite tips are the, “MMMM”  “me” “haha” and “you” tricks! And what they are, are words to say to yourself during your pose to help train your face into specific structures. 

For smiling for example, specifically with your mouth closed, practice saying “MMM” when you pose! It creates a really natural curve to your mouth, without making your cheeks ache and contract when you force yourself into a fake smile. I know this all sounds stupid, but seriously try it. Try it in some selfies, practice agnling your head. Say it out loud if you need to!

Here’s me saying “MMMM” to make a closed lipped smile! 

For an open mouthed, natural, teeth smile, say “Me” when you pose!! You can either say “Me” as you smile for a prounouced smile, or simply say it as the shutter goes off to catch a more candid looking, happy state of your face. 

These are all “me” poses, where im literally saying the word under my breath to train my face. 

Saying “You” so youself as you exhale through your lips, creates a very neutral, easy, UN TENSE, looking face. Its my go to for everything. YOU poses are awesome for static poses, where you just need your face to look normal, natural, and pretty. Lol. It’s great cause if you dont do this and keep your mouth closed, you often look boring or too stiff. Sayng “you” activates your muscles and livens your face enough that you dont look dead or lifeless. 

These are all You poses. I’m literally saying that word a I pose. And some of these I say YOU while putting a little smile in there by thinking happy thoughts.

I don’t use “HAHA” as much, but it really is just like you might think. Saying HAHA out loud as you pose creates that easy going, natural look of laughing. 

As you might tell, Posing is a lot about ACTING as well as knowing your body. 

SO GET LOOSE. In between photos im CONSTANTLY moving around. And after a few shots im cosntantly stretching my mouth wide, making fish faces, puffing my cheeks, RELAXING my muscles so they don’t do that horrendous School Day smile that we all dread. 

And again PRACTICE. Get in front of that mirror and try out a bunch of stuff. Try DIFFERENT WORDS to see what saying them dos to your expression. Try angles and poses at home, so when the camers in front of you, your ready. 

Then youll be able to do more complicated stuff too. 


Let’s be real for a moment shall we? The guy on the right eats healthy and works out regularly. The guy on the left does the exact same thing. Social media is a place where we all filter out everything but the best representations of ourselves and share it with others. Because face it we all want others to see us at our very best. What happens though is when you compare yourself to the very best version of someone else it makes it incredibly hard to be happy with any version of yourself. So here’s a comparison of a real world me and a flexed best version of me. Because let’s face it I don’t walk around flexing everywhere I go. I wear comfortable cloths, I lounge around, I like to relax and I certainly don’t always look like the best versions of myself I share from time to time.
Social media plays a major part in body image issues and even I can say I’ve fallen victim to it comparing my progress to someone else’s. There’s a constant pressure to look perfect and it’s a toxic mindset to fall into.
Don’t compare yourself to the person that’s posing in front of the camera and only showing you the very best version of themselves. You have to remind yourself of who you are and what is real.