me and my goddamn face

To the people who I’m quite sure took a picture of my back while I was on the train and laughed: fuck you. 

Yes, my dress has an open back, and you can see my bra, and quite a bit of skin. Yes, it is low-cut. Yes, I have thunder thighs. But I goddamn like myself so much more than I used to. I’ve lost 40 pounds, and counting, since January, and on the hottest day of the year so far, I took a chance, and wore I dress that I would not have worn a year ago. If I were not meant to wear this, it wouldn’t come in my size. 

And your mean-spiritedness will not impede my progress, will not lower my self-esteem like it might’ve a year ago. Because clearly, if you feel the need to make fun of someone looking this fly, you have more problems than I do. #selfconfidenceflow2k17 #greeneyesandthunderthighs

Decided to give a test wear of a bit of my Junkenstein cosplay WIP today

fl0r7  asked:

What posture you use when you draw? I mean for example if you draw in a paper block you put it in angle, vertical or horizontal. And what posture you recommend? (sorry, my english is bad)

Well, if you’re talking about the orientation of the sketch book when I draw traditionally, I typically have it oriented vertically.  My tablet is oriented horizontally, though (because the computer monitor is horizontal).

If we’re talking about my posture, though…

This is what I do most of the time.  Straight back, head away from the monitor.

This is what I caught myself in when I saw your question, and what happens if I’m not paying attention.  Don’t, uh… don’t do the second one, it kills your back.

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“Do they frighten you, child?” asked the kindly man. “It is not too late for you to leave us. Is this truly what you want?”
Arya bit her lip. She did not know what she wanted. If I leave, where will I go?

anonymous asked:

Harry basically just confirmed haylor was a thing soooo... Idk how to respond

“Conf-”

Oh lord. 

Okay I’ve literally not looked at social media for most of the day because I’m working somewhere where I deal with sensitive information and therefore cannot have my phone at my desk. 

So I have no idea what anyone thinks of that article aside from @vocabularryonthemind , @mellygrant and @nautilarrie who I text on the reg during my breaks to be like, “VASS HAPPENIN SELENE???” But today was an exception because I was trying to Focus™ and thus I really have no concept of anyone’s reaction to this article. 

I read it in my uber to work and almost threw my phone out the window because, being the darkest fucking Larrie possible, I live in Laurel/Larry Canyon and this diner he speaks of is where Choe ( @vocabularryonthemind) and I go to write when we don’t want to upset my housemates with our witch cackling writing sessions. And THE COUNTRY STORE IS WHERE I GO TO GET MY UK NECESSITIES EW HARRY LET ME LIVE. I can literally throw a rock off my balcony and hit the Country Store so I was all kinds of, “WHAT FUCKING SORCERY IS THIS???” when I read that article. I moved to LA and had naht a clue about what was what and just chose this place randomly and honestly after having a job across the street from where Liam lived in London I never thought shit could get weird like that again but here I am. Destined to be forever fuckin reminded of what trash I am for 1D because they’re literally in my goddamn face.  

Actual footage of me trying to leave the 1D fandom:

What the hell were we talking about? Never underestimate my ADHD and ego’s ability to literally make anything about me. 

Oh yeah! Haylno. 

Look mad props to Tay Tay for her successful career and such, but Harry couldn’t have swerved that question harder than if he literally went for a wee and never came back. This was probably him on that super long wee break:

“Uhhhh Jeff what should I say?…Yeah I’m not gonna say that, bye.” *click* … “Lou they’re asking about her…” And Louis was all

Just kidding…this guy was never just going to like flamboyantly jump into the spotlight all

Omg jk again because lol

Harry be like 

I’m sorry, but Harry didn’t get the fuckin bee for you to be a weak Larrie. 

This “confession”…

As Michael McIntyre said, “They are media. Trained. Super stars!”

Harry might be bangin on the closet door but he can hardly just casually mention that the most heavily manufactured and public relationship he’s ever had was fake. I mean, I try to take everything Harry says literally but the man actually dresses up teddy bears to send coded messages and the irony of his cheery, “I’ve been completely honest with you *WINK*!” parting words weren’t lost on me. 

So you’re telling me that for 20 months, when we have actual proof (FROM LOUIS AND HARRY VIA THEIR OWN MOUTHS AND TWITTERS) that Louis and Harry were living together, Harry slept on a mattress on the floor in Ben Winston’s attic? 

I mean they’ve been trying to rewrite that part of history for ages, and who knows why? Not me. 

I don’t doubt he was a regular guest, but I hardly believe that he was this hobo that the Winstons make him out to be. 

Anyway, I’ve been saying it for awhile, but “Style” is about John Mayer, not Harry. (x

Harry continues to be classy about how he approaches this issue, which is WAY more than anyone can say about Taylor Swift. It was almost F I V E  Y E A R S ago and she still allows everyone to speculate that every song she writes was about a one-month bearding stint, whereas Harry has talked about it literally once, and probably as a necessity in toeing the line in this new solo venture. 

What better way to keep his aggressively private life private than by vaguely acknowledging a four week “relationship”…if you’re trying to tell me that an entire album was forged from that then maybe you should be talking to a Taylor Swift blog because I don’t believe that shit for a second. 

Harry did mention that the entire album was for a “she”. He also said…

and

…am I the only one who thought he was talking about Anne?

Anyway, I saw this as a very significant step away from the “lothario” and “womanising” image that was created around him throughout the entirety of the first few years of One Direction. I thought the article was honest and served its purpose. And proved once again that Harry is more of a show than tell kind of guy. 

And that he is one

SHADY

BETCH

  • Junkrat: SHOOT ME IN THE FACE! IN THE FAAAAAAAACE! DO IT! SHOOT ME IN THE FACE! FACE FACEFACEFACEFACE! NOW! BULLETS IN THE FACE! WANT EM! NEED EM! GIMMEGIMMEGIMME! AT THE SOUND OF THE BELL IT WILL BE FACESHOOTING O'CLOCK! BONGGGGG! KNOCK KNOCK WHO'S THERE SHOOT ME IN THE FACE! END OF JOKE! I'M GONNA SING A SONG! SHOOT ME AT THE END OF IT! DA DA DA DA DA DA DA! BONG!! ...I NOTICE YOU HAVEN'T SHOT ME IN THE FACE! CURIOUS AS TO WHY! Maybe you're weighing the moral pros and cons but let me assure you that OH MY GOD SHOOT ME IN THE GODDAMNED FACE!! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?!
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couldn’t decide which one i liked better so y’all can have both

might post a close-up of vax’s armor later ( ᐛ)

I love the goddess Athena's myth because it's basically
  • Zeus: MY HEAD HURTS, HIT ME WITH AN AXE
  • Hephaestus: wouldn't you rather take some aspirin or
  • Zeus: IN THE FACE! NEED IT! WANT IT NEED IT HAVE TO HAVE IT! FACESHOT! SLAM! BRAINS EVERYWHERE! Not the KNEE, not the ARM, not the SPINE - FACE! IT HAS TO HAPPEN! HNNNNG! FACEY FACEY FACE FACE! TIRED OF WAITING! NO MORE WAITING! NEED A FACE HIT! BOOM! SQUISH! YAY!
  • HIT ME IN THE FAAAAAAAACE! DO IT! HIT ME IN THE FACE WITH AN AXE! FACE FACEFACEFACEFACE! NOW! AXE IN THE FACE! WANT IT! NEED IT! GIMMEGIMMEGIMME! AT THE SOUND OF THE BELL IT WILL BE FACESMASHING O'CLOCK! BONGGGGG! KNOCK KNOCK WHO'S THERE HIT ME IN THE FACE WITH AN AXE! END OF JOKE! I'M GONNA SING A SONG! HIT ME AT THE END OF IT! ...I NOTICE YOU HAVEN'T HIT ME IN THE FACE! CURIOUS AS TO WHY! Maybe you're weighing the moral pros and cons but let me assure you that OH MY GOD HIT ME IN THE GODDAMNED FACE WITH AN AXE WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!
  • Hephaestus: *hits him in the head with an axe and a fully grown woman springs from his head screaming a battle cry*

anonymous asked:

McKirk and 20 for the 'things you said' promts!! <3 ty!

HI I FINALLY DID THIS I KNOW IT’S BEEN YEARS

(Also this is the only one I’m doing today because it’s been a Day; my new roommate moved in, I’ll post selfies tomorrow! :D )

So here goes! I couldn’t bear to make it sad, so have this instead :D Hope you like it!


It’s pretty damn obvious that Leo is beyond pissed at Jim. Hell, Jim is pissed at Jim, and he isn’t as attached to himself as Leo was. Missing all but two days of their joint shore leave is just the icing on the cake.

And it’s not like Jim loves putting himself in danger! But he can’t stand aside while his crew is in danger.

And another thing is that ever since Leo is Jim’s primary care doctor, they’re not registered as each other’s next of kin anymore, since they’re not married or otherwise related. Meaning, even though Jim got back to the Starbase needing only one set of lifesaving surgery, Leo hadn’t found out until he had already looked for Jim everywhere.

And then there was the thing where Jim refused to take his meds because hey, they were making him feel really, really bad.

And last week he’d caught a snippet of Leo talking to Christine, “Chris, I don’t know how much longer I can do this. With him getting himself into trouble over and over and over. One day I won’t be able to do anything for him anymore.”

Jim hadn’t heard Chris’ answer, but he’d heard enough. So Leo was breaking up with him but didn’t know how to tell him. It’s why he doesn’t sleep at Jim’s quarters anymore, why he’s so odd during their meals together, like there’s something he wants to say but can’t.

Nyota has been shooting him looks too, wondering, sizing him up.

    “You know, I never thought you were relationship material,” she says during breakfast once. They’re alone - Leo ate quickly and wandered off to Sickbay, Spock didn’t even show up.

Jim’s heart beats harshly in his chest.

    “He’s going to break up with me, isn’t he?” He asks, hurting already. It’s not like Leo doesn’t have every reason to.

She looks at him strangely. “Why do you think that?”

He shakes his head. “Forget it. Doesn’t matter.”

She drops it.


Jim can’t even stand being in the same room as Leo anymore. Leo doesn’t come on the bridge, Jim doesn’t visit him in Sickbay, makes sure to hit the gym when Leo definitely isn’t there, and so forth.

At night he can barely sleep, staring up at an empty ceiling. They’d planned to draw Terran constellations with glow in the dark paint there.

The bed is far too big for Jim alone. It reminds him of when he was young and would hide in his mom’s bed, hoping it’d somehow give him strength to withstand the stepdad of the month while she was roaming the stars. He feels small and weak and stupid and cowardly - just like he had for most of his childhood. They aren’t happy memories.


He’s due for shots. Chris administers them, not Leo, and Jim can’t take it anymore.

    “Can you talk to him?” He asks, and Chris looks at him weirdly.

    “Leo,” Jim explains. “He - he’s been weird, and I know he wants to break up with me, I just wish he’d get it over with.”

Chris very, very carefully arranges the set of hyposprays. “I’ll talk to him, and I can tell him to meet you at O-Deck one tonight, but you’ll need to do the talking there.”

    “Thank you.” Jim’s voice catches in his throat.


True to her word, Chris talks to Leo and he shows up. Jim’s palms are sweaty and he doesn’t know what to say.

    “Can you get it over with?” He can’t look Leo in the eye either. “Just … tell me you can’t stand it anymore, and that you want to end it, that you want to remain friends or not. Just please say it already.”

Leo stays silent for entirely too long.

Finally, “You think I’m breaking up with you?”

Jim shrugs. “Figures. You’ve been avoiding me, and I heard you talk with Chris, that you can’t do this anymore.”

Leo chokes out a laugh, high-pitched and stressed. “I wanted to propose to you, you fucking idiot, -”

    “What?!” Jim’s head snaps up fast enough to give himself whiplash. “What?!”

    “I just - I’m a fucking shitty liar, Jim, you know that. I was so scared you’d know, I could barely stand being in a room together because the fucking ring kept burning holes in my pocket. Wanted to propose for the anniversary of you getting the captaincy. But -” He steps closer. “Guess I oughta do it now, huh? James Kirk, will you -”

    “Yes!” Jim says. “Oh God, yes!”

    “- let me finish my goddamn sentence.”

Jim grins so widely he thinks his face is going to split in two.

    “James Kirk, will you marry me?”

    “Hell yes I will.”


He only realizes much, much later, after celebratory kisses and sex and more kisses and both of them bawling their eyes out, that it’s not just any gold ring Leo, the sap he is, got him. No, it’s a proper gold ring with a diamond set in it.

    “It’s in the shape of the Enterprise,” Jim says in a small voice, utterly delighted, unable to take his eyes off the ring.

     “Well, of course it is. You’re already married to her.”

Prompts?