look at me having no shame at all

fleur delacour falling in love with bill weasley because he sees her. his youngest brother looked and went hair-eyes-teeth-legs, thought body, thought sex. her whole life, men have been looking and seeing a thing, not a girl. since she turned thirteen and bud-breasts pressed up against her shirts and boys at school wanted to sit close, men back home lingered too long in hugs.

until she was fifteen she dressed herself in shame before she put any clothes on at all. wore everything a few sizes too big, a few inches too long. draped herself in thick fabrics to hide the body beneath them. never learned that hot eyes on her were the fault of their owners, not her. took the uncomfortable stares and the endless flirtation as a fact of life. was fourteen the first time she dared to say “stop looking!” and met only laughter.

it’s not until she’s nearly sixteen and her sister is turning ten that she sees eyes begin to slide over her and to gabrielle. a friend of their father’s, not even that deep into a bottle of wine, caresses a child-round cheek and murmurs a line from lolita, eyes too bright and lips too dry. gabrielle flickers a panicked glance around the room. that look is so familiar. the same hour fleur switches her baggy sweatshirt for a crop top and rolls her skirt over two inches. 

they will look at her. never at her sister.

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I get reckless when I want to
be touched. I call and hang up.
I walk into the middle of the street.
I lie. I dangle my phone out of the
second story window, pretend
I’m saving your life.
The things that I want are shameful.
The things that I want are
meant for spectacular bodies
sprawled out in big beds,
or slammed up against a wall.
All I’ve got is a couch and a
crooked mouth that wants to
bruise your neck, so I’ll pretend
it’s enough to get you to
come home with me.
So what if I’m not spectacular?
I can still have the dream
of you with your hands all over me,
unashamed and hungry, if I want it.
Look, just come over.
Just go with me here,
for a second.
I know you don’t love me.
I know this, but pretend.
Pretend for a while.
I don’t care if I’m special,
as long as you fuck me like I am.
—  Caitlyn Siehl, Spectacular Bodies
The signs should know...
  • Aries: it's okay to not be okay. Let yourself break down. Cry. Let someone hug you while you do it. Remember I'll still look at you like you're standing in the top of a mountain even with red stained cheeks.
  • Taurus: you don't have to be there for everyone all the time. You are and it's noticed, trust me, but the second you let someone be there for you it'll be a gift you gave yourself. You have a golden soul and it'd be a shame if you didn't get a little of it for yourself.
  • Gemini: you made the right choice(s). I trust your decisions. You are smart. And you're in too deep to go back so live your goddamn life.this is what you have TAKE IT.
  • Cancer: you're the strongest person alive. You have mountains on your back and roses in your hair and I don't know how you do it. You're amazing. Don't let the mountains get too heavy.
  • Leo: it's okay to be frustrated. Remember why you are and don't get off track when expressing those feelings. Nobody is mad at you it's okay. I love you.
  • Virgo: you've been strong for a while now (your whole life) so go ahead and rest your beautiful brain. Be weak but only for enough time to realize that being strong is something you are, it's in you, it won't change.
  • Libra: feeling uncertain is okay!!!! If you feel it in your heart, go for it. If you feel it in your gut, turn the other way.
  • Scorpio: you're not mean, and you're not difficult. You're who you were made to be and that's nothing less than the the stars in the sky.
  • Sagittarius: every word that comes out of your mouth is heard and it is so nice to hear let me tell you. You're not annoying, and you make so many people so happy.
  • Capricorn: you don't have to be the same person that everyone always thought you were so you kinda just stuck with it. Change the way you need to for yourself and everyone else will just have to adapt. But remember that whichever "you" you choose is still 100% you.
  • Aquarius: you're understood. I get you. Keep talking. Say whatever it is you'd like. It'll be absorbed and remembered and stored in hearts and minds and souls into old age. Your words will be remembered in rocking chairs on old creaky porches at 7am when I'm old.
  • Pisces: oh you are so loved. And at every moment of every day you are on someone's mind. The smell of your hair and the sparkle in your eye and the words from your mouth scar the passerby's in shapes of stars on their mind in colors we've never seen before.
If you haven't seen 'kiss him, not me' you should!

Apart from the BL shipping it also contains:
1) a reverse harem containing, amongst others -
A) a bisexual, male cosplaying, girl
B) a demi-romantic boy
2) the pansexual elder brother of the Demi boy
3) a strange mix of all the anime genres that somehow make sense and have in-universe cohesion
4) references to so many other amines (e.g. ‘Gray’ butler; prince of 'badminton’)
5) actual discussion about body shaming and how you shouldn’t fall 'in love’ with someone for just their looks, but instead with their personality
6) all the awesome humour - I literally have not been able to stop laughing the entire way through

Go watch it!


One thing about the company Roosterteeth that makes me super happy is the diverstiy in body image throughout their casts and crew. And nobody is shamed or looked down on for not being society’s idea of normal.

You’ve got people like Blaine, Aaron, James, Bruce, and Alan who are all in really good condition, physically fit, and workout often. And then you have the guys and gals who have recently started to improve themselves like Michael, Ryan, Meg, Josh, and Zach. And nobody told them to do it, they did it for themselves. Burnie talked a lot about his process to lose weight,and did a damn good job of it. Look at him five or six years ago as opposed to now. Goddamn. Hell, three of the five I’ve mentioned made a show about it, and happily encourage others advice and support if the community wants to work alongside them.

Not all of Roosterteeth is fit though. Obviously, not everyone wants to be super toned, drink protein and watch their carb intake. (Not that any of that is bad, I do it myself.) There’s a huge array of body types at RT. Many of them are happy with who they are, comfortable in their own bodies, and are proud of themselves. Sure, Jack gets lots of shit for his weight, but he takes it stride, and laughs and jokes about it himself. That man is the living embodiment of sunshine, large or not. Don’t forget Lindsay, who takes more than her fair share of insults about her weight and looks. But she’s one of the nicest and happiest people I’ve ever seen in camera. And as I mentioned before, Zach Anner, a disabled man has incredible self worth. Incredible. He takes his disability in stride. And still seeks to improve himself.

Nobody at RT is the same. Every single person is unique. Several of the people at RT have awesome hair colors, tattoos (looking at you Geoff), or differing seuxalities than their peers. And they’ve never shown anything but support for their fanbase regarding those things.

Got tattoos? Great. No tattoos? Awesome. Red hair? Green hair? Pink Hair? No hair? Perfect, get to work. Like girls? Boys? Both? None? Cool, come watch this new video we put out. Thin? Not thin? Muscular? Come help set up this new stunt that Blaine’s gonna get naked in.

Nobody is made fun of because of their weight, ability to workout, or lack thereof, hair color, or sexuality. At the company or in in the community. Are there people in the community that are assholes? Absolutely. But these people I watch nearly every day of my life have taught me a lesson. You can look however you want. Be whomever you want. And be happy with yourself.

And I have to thank the Roosterteeth company for teaching me not to hate the fact that I’m not perfect. That with a little bit of work, I can be who I want to be, or just even just be me.

To the Destiel-haters

Who latch on to and repeatedly reblog mine and other Destiel-bloggers posts with sardonic comments about how we are all delusional and how ‘it’ll never be canon’ or how ‘Dean doesn’t care about Cas at all! He cares about Sam! No one else in the world! He has a ONE POINT agenda! Only Sam!’. Or rant on and on about how, if Cas would just go away, us creepy, awful Destihellers also will. 

Let me make things clear.

I don’t fucking care.

I don’t care about Destiel becoming canon.

I mean yeah, it’s great fun to speculate, to write meta on, to look forward to watching further episodes. And it would be a shame if it doesn’t become canon after all this.

But the writers could have Dean marry random white woman hunter#133577 in episode 12x13 and have half a dozen babies with her and I still won’t stop shipping Destiel. Or saying Dean is Bisexual. 

Cas could be killed off and I won’t stop shipping. All those works in AO3, the fanart, comics, challenges etc. aren’t going to vanish if it doesn’t become canon. All of this fan interaction won’t go anywhere.

My shipping this ship has absolute jackshit to do with its canon possibility. I ship Draco/Harry. There was 0% chance of it going canon. The Drarry shippers don’t care. We didn’t die out or stop shipping or just go away from the fandom.

The Destiel ones won’t either. We’re going to be around forever.    

You thought you couldn’t live without them. But the day came, and your heart went into pieces. Maybe in silence, maybe with a whisper or the wail of a storm crushing your ribs and veins. There you were. There you lay.

Hello, how have you been since then?

They sure did leave some wounds in you, didn’t they. Let me see. Oh. Oh? That’s quite different now. Tell me, tell all of us - aren’t you alive?

The scars are still there. Nothing to fear, no shame to be found in them. But look beneath. Watch what you did below.

You filled the emptiness that they left, and what you poured in was yourself. You. Your mind and heart and the ever-growing swell of your soul that you thought wouldn’t ever recover.

You’re surely not smooth. Don’t have a flawless surface or boring, dull evenness characterising your presence. 

“So full of themselves, that one over there,” the world says when they look at you. Yes, that you are. Nothing in the universe is better to fill your existence with than yourself.


“hi Klaus.” you smiled, quickly looking at him over your shoulder then going back to searching through the fridge for something to eat.

“seen Kol lately?” Klaus inquired.

“yeah, he’s still asleep.” you answered. Kol liked to sleep in sometimes.

“Y/N this is nothing personal-” Klaus began, “i need leverage, something to blackmail my siblings with and they’re all smitten with you-”

you turned and almost bumped into Klaus who had come to be standing directly behind you. “its a shame i’ll have to lock away something so beautiful.” Klaus mused.

“its a shame you underestimated me.” Kol’s voice interjected. then he was there, grabbing Klaus and tearing him away from you, Kol winked at you, “morning darling.”

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Meg- As many know, I am an EXTREMELY huge fan of the Chronicles of Narnia. And I am not even the slightest bit shamed. But some people are. And it makes me mad. Because they shouldn’t have to be. People have made the Natnia fandom look like children, and made it seem like we are not important. And I’d like to call bullshit. Narnian’s, you all matter. Our fandom matters. Just because our books were written very long ago, doesn’t mean we at invalid. We were kings and queens right alongside the Pevensie’s. And, well, you know what Alsan say about King and Queen of Narnia.

Originally posted by anno-m

It’s funny how I used to hate my body so much. I used to look in the mirror and see my scars and stretch marks, my curves and my edges as something ugly and shameful.

Lately I have been learning to love myself and I have discovered that I am beautiful. I do have flaws and I know I could loose a few pounds but I love my body. And I have also discovered that life is so much easier that way.

No more crying when shopping for clothes. No more sighs when looking in the mirror. No more envy for all my skinnier friends. I am me and I am beautiful.

Her Walking in on Them Singing While Showering: BTS


11/10 would ask you to join him in the shower. He ain’t the most perverted hyung for nothing, you know?


Since you heard him sing I the shower you knew this was your chance to tease him. After so many times where he made you flustered, now was your time to shine.

“Hey, Yoongz, do you want me to put on some music and bring you the mic, too? You should totally record this for your next mixtape.”

“Shut up you ungrateful brat. Let me shine. You know my vocals are breath-taking.”


Wouldn’t even stop and just start to sing louder, making you laugh and cringe all the more. The boy didn’t have any shame at all.

Rap Monster:

He would quickly peak his head out through the shower-curtain thingy and look at you all embarrassed cause he heard you laugh.

“Why are you laughing?!”

“You were so bad…”


You wouldn’t even care what song he was singing cause he was killing them high-notes. Gladly, he didn’t see you either coming in or leaving.


“Oh, hey there, (Y/N). Didn’t see you there~!”


Would probably start yelling a fucking murder, tbh. Like: “Did she just see me naked?!”

The Taste of Cigarettes on A Rainy Day

When John opened the door to 221B, he was imediatly hit with the smell of cigarette smoke.
Sherlock stood by the window, in his dressing gown, and looked at the people walking by in the grey London rain, while he put the cigarette to his lips and sucked.
“I thought you quit.” John said and stepped closer.
“I did.” Sherlock said, his back turned to John.
Silence fell upon them for a few minutes untill John finally spoke.
“Have you got any cases on?”
Sherlock ignored him and instead exhaled the smoke.
John cleared his throat.
“Why didn’t you at least open a window?”
“It doesn’t bother me.”
“I just think it’s a bit of a shame that all your furniture will smell of smoke.”
“Why would you care?” Sherlock asked still not facing John.
“What do you mean?” John asked, taken a bit back by Sherlock’s tone.
“You don’t live here, anymore.”
John felt the words get caught in his throat.
“Don’t.” Sherlock said and turned around. Now John understood why Sherlock wouldn’t face him.
His eyes were red with tears, and he looked like he hadn’t shaved for at least a week, or slept for that matter.
“Jesus, why didn’t you call me.”
Sherlock huffed at that.
“Called you? You were busy with your domestic live. I asumed you didn’t have time for my problems.”
“Sherlock, I…”
“Do not make excuses.”
“I broke it of with Mary,” he said suddenly.
Sherlock looked him in the eyes and blinked a few times.
“Because I was wrong. God, was I wrong. I’m such a big idiot for not realising it sooner.”
“Rea-realise what?”
John took a deep breath before he spoke.
“Realise that it was you. It was you all along. I’m in love with you Sherlock Holmes.”
Sherlock stood still. Completly frozen, for a moment John was afraid he might have broken him.
“It, it’s fine if you don’t-”
And that was the last thing John got out before Sherlock kissed him.
Hard and loving and needing.
John wrapped his arms around his waist, brinning him closer.
“I’m so sorry.” He said when he pulled away to breathe.
“Please. John, please kiss me.”
And John did.
“You tase of cigarettes,” he mumbled.
“Really? That’s weird,” Sherlock stated sarcasticly.
“Shut up, you git,” John said and gave Sherlock’s bum a pinch.
“Make me.”

(English is not my mother toungue, so I apologize for any mistakes)


My first oc was made 10 years ago during 2007. I was 13, I made a DeviantArt and I made my first original character, Homocidal Penguin. I still love him but last time I drew him was in 2011.

All these pieces are still treasures and I look back at them fondly. My only source of inspiration at that time was Garfield and Xiaolin Showdown. I’m still proud and don’t have any shame or think these are bad. They helped me grow as an artist and any progress is good.

carry your prison » captain cassian andor fanmix

he said i’m gonna buy a gun and start a war if you can tell me something worth fighting for | i wanted to be a better brother, better son, wanted to be a better adversery to the evil i have done | all the words are gonna bleed from me and i will think no more | look who’s digging their own grave, this is what they all say | i’ve been working on a jailbreak, got no time for a new faith | i think i found out that i have nothing in this place for me | there’s a part of me that still believes my soul will soar above the trees | i heard a whisper on my shoulder pretending life is worth the fight | it’s a shame, we’re all dying and you still think you deserve your freedom


anonymous asked:

why is strudel in the shame box?

Hi!!! Firstly, this is the first ask this blog has ever gotten, so gold star for you.

Secondly, Strudel sits in the Shame Box when I’m cleaning out his viv. He tends to look very concerned when this is happening, because he just got it all nice and smelly and he’s probably sad that I’m messing it up.

He used to have a different Shame Box, but that one didn’t have any way of keeping the lid down, so I had to use the really elegant solution of sticking a heavy object on the top. 

Now he judges me in luxurious, secure comfort.

Roll Call for a Dragon Age D&D session

Hi Y’all my name i ev or fel and i really want to start a dragon age d&d session. if you dont know what that means, basically i want to play d&d set in the dragon age universe. 

I’m looking for players who are interested in joining, I really really don’t want to have to dm. I already dm a session myself and its a lot of work coming up with the story so if you want to dm let me know!! new dmers are always welcome! (I’m a new dmer myself so no shame in wanting to try!)

Please reblog this post if you’re interested or please just signal boost if you can!

You can send me asks/messages if you have any questions. Thank you fo r your time!


“Sifting through my thoughts… tempting me with the one thing I always wanted but could never have. Using my shame against me… my ill-advised infatuation with her… a mage, of all things.” –Cullen, Dragon Age: Origins

“Dreams again, woke up shaking. Stalking the grounds for one who looks like her. Always some rule being broken.” –Cole

“I have seen madness before. I saw Uldred’s eyes when there was nothing human left in them. The knight-commander… she is not there yet. But I do not have to ask where the rumors come from.” –Cullen, Dragon Age 2

“But not all templars listen when whispers crawl around inside them. They try to protect people. Like Cullen. The good ones remember that mages are people.” –Cole

“You asked what happened to Ferelden’s Circle. It was taken over by abominations. The templars–my friends–were slaughtered. I was tortured. They tried to break my mind, and I–how can you be the same person after that?
"Still, I wanted to serve. They sent me to Kirkwall. I trusted my knight-commander, and for what? Her fear of mages ended in madness. Kirkwall’s Circle fell. Innocent people died in the streets. Can’t you see why I want nothing to do with that life?”
–Cullen, Dragon Age: Inquisition

“He is quiet, behind the noise. The little bottle makes him shake, but he tests the chains.” –Cole

[“You left the templars, but do you trust mages? Could you think of me as anything more?”]
“I could. I mean, I do… think of you. And what I might say in this sort of situation. You’re the Inquisitor. We’re at war. And you… I didn’t think it was possible.”
–Cullen, Dragon Age: Inquisition

“Safe and solid, protecting and proud. He feels like quiet, stronger when you hold him.” –Cole