not sorry but maybe a lil sorry

dear person reading this:

  • your crooked teeth make your lovely smile extremely cute and endearing  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
  • your splotches of freckles? yeah, those are places where the galaxies whirling inside of you leaked out to radiance their brilliancy into the world
  • your thighs touch? that’s a GOOD thing. you’re getting proper nutrition! you have muscles! d o  n o t  b e  a s h a m e d!!!! also, thigh gaps are awesome too! anything related to thighs is awesome! all thighs are different because every person is different, and honestly, why does it matter what your thighs look like?? people who are bothered by thighs are weak tbh
  • “bingo arms”???? listen up: you only have bingo arms when you’re WINNING. otherwise why would you be yelling “bingo”?? thought so. you’re a winner – you can do anything you set your incredible mind to!
  • your hair is so unbelievably gorgeous and don’t you deny it. don’t forget to style it, dye it, try new shampoos with it, as long as you want to! your hair is your own, whether it be frizzled or dry or thick or thin – be proud of that, and remember that you can always change it up!
  • your eyes are not too small, or too big, or too wide apart, or too ugly. your eyes are your own mortal doorway into your soul, expressing your thoughts and emotions in dazzling swirls and hues for others to decipher. don’t be afraid to cry, don’t be disgusted by the crinkles at the corners when you smile, don’t hate on the small, microscopic blood vessels running through them. don’t lock your door out of needless shame!
  • scars!!! scars are so cool! they’re visual results from a chapter that makes up the story of your life! no matter where scars are, don’t be conscious of concealing them! ppl loVE scars! even the tiny lil ones! anyone who has a scar is automatically known as an ultimate badass sorry that’s the rule
  • same goes for stretch marks! those little ripples on your thighs, your hips, your waist, your belly? those mean that you’ve GROWN. your body has adapted frequently throughout your life, and leaves those little ripples as little hints of your amazing journey from babyhood to adulthood! (or maybe you’re just a mystical ocean god/goddess and those waves are symbols of your enormous power, onlookers should be on the lookout)
  • sorry, did you say you had a pig nose? do you even kNOW how cute piggies are you should be PROUD of your nose cAUSE U CUTE
  • long, thin nose? p l s. that just means you’re king/queen of everything. don’t deny it. you know how powerful you truly are
  • tummy rolls? everyone has them. seriously, no matter how thin a person may seem, tummy rolls are inevitable. you are not alone! tummy rolls rock! ROCK THOSE TUMMY ROLLS!
  • trust me, barely anyone see your feet anyways. besides, feet aren’t that bad – how do you think your hands would look if they walked everywhere over the earth’s rough terrain? feet are hella 
  • ears are so cool omg they’re like fingerprints, unique to you and you only! plus you can pierce them! repeatedly! how cool is that? ears are best
  • do nOT be anxious about flaunting your legs! wear that short skirt! wear those shorts! own that bikini! your legs are marvelous! ppl would kill for a pair of dandy lookin legs like yours! pale or tan, legs are glorious! L E G S
  • lips. lips. do you know how many magic tricks your lips are able to perform? the formation of words, the ability to smile or frown, the ability to express, to kiss, to wear makeup; lips are ethereal and exquisite in all forms!
  • #1 tip: your eyebrows are always on fleek  (▰˘◡˘▰)
  • and lastly: you are not dumb. you are not worthless. you are not a waste of space, an empty void, a meaningless shell. you are loved. you are worth everything. you are so incredibly intelligent, you are utterly unforgettable, and you are breathtaking in every single way.
  • next time you look in a mirror, blow yourself a kiss and don’t worry – you’ll kill it out there today. ♥

People who slam doors and stomp their feet to show how much they want to physically hurt you shouldn’t be trusted

anonymous asked:

Alex roughly eating louis that I'm all I'm sayin . Just a thought . I dunno . I haven't seen Dunkirk yet I'm gonna of spoilers

@celebratinglouis u send me the nastiest shit but also thank u. 

this is just…it’s porn. it’s angst and porn and feminization kink and poor coping mechanisms. also it’s written in like three different tenses. listen, I’m sorry. I hope you like it anyways, bc this is a concept I could write…more of. Also a few Dunkirk spoilers! 

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The train spewed steam, hot and compressed, behind him, and Alex still found the ability to push forward.

He hurt, and he couldn’t even identify where. His ears were ringing, and he’s only now noticing it. He thought his neck and his head might hurt, but then again, his wrist and his ankle might, too. It’s just everywhere. His eyes stung even though he was just asleep, his mouth tasted like warm beer and warmer water.

He blinked, and brought his hand up to his eyes, his other hand tightening on the strap of his pack. There’s no sunlight in the station, but he still feels like he should lift his hand, get a better view.

He’s standing there on the platform, three dimensions, full color. He’s wearing nearly the exact same thing he wore to the station the first time, the grey trousers and the brown braces and the big, open pale blue jumper that’s gotten paler, bordering on grey.

He’s the most beautiful thing Alex has ever seen. He’s the only beautiful thing he’s seen in a while.

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nezumi for @howljpendragons ¦ happy birthday (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Older brother Namjoon+ rest of BTS scolds you PT.10

BTS x Reader

Genre: Angst

Namjoon’s Sister AU

[PT.1] [PT.2] [PT.3][PT.4] [PT.5] [PT.6] [PT.7] [PT.8] [PT.9] [PT.10] [PT.11] [PT.12] [PT.13] [PT.14:END] [PT.14 Alternative]


Originally posted by pjkook


Y/N’s p.o.v

“Joonie?” I say completely confused, what was he even doing here?

“Oh uh hi baby sis, you’re up?” 

“Well yeah you were crashing and banging, I’m pretty sure it could have woken up the entire building.” I say quite frankly. “What are you doing here?” I wasn’t completely mad that he was standing in my kitchen, hammering at my counter top. But at the same time I feel sort of resentful. 

“I was waiting for you outside of your door -”

“Yeah I saw you, but what are you doing in here?” 

“You fainted, I had to bring you inside.” He explained. 

“But why do you care?” I was bitter and I knew that but I couldn’t help myself, because what they said, tore me up inside. 

“Come on small, don’t be like that.” Small, he used to call me that all the time. 

“Don’t be like what? How else do you want me to act? What more do you want to control?” I started to raise my voice. It was always ‘don’t do this’ ‘don’t do that’. 

“I know it was wrong of me and I’m sorry, can’t you just accept my apology and move on?” He was raising his voice at me now too. A few years ago, he would cherish me, made sure nobody hurt me and would never raise his voice at me. But now all he has done is hurt me. 

“How am I supposed to just accept your apology and move on oppa? When you’ve always been someone that I looked up to, you were always the one who taught me well, but you neglected me. You used to protect me, but now? You’re the one who hurt me the most.” I was on the verge of tears, it’s been so long that it’s just the two of us talking, just brother and sister time. When I used to have nightmares as a kid, Namjoon would be the one to read me a story whilst crouching by the side of my bed and made sure I fell asleep okay. But right now, he was my biggest nightmare. “You used to care about me so much, what happened?” My voice lowered and tears fell, quickly wiping them away I looked up at him.”You used to be my saviour oppa, but now it’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

“I still love and care about you Y/N, why are you being so difficult? I’m trying to make amends but you’re acting so childish!” He raised his voice and I couldn’t help but flinch. I can’t lie and say that it didn’t scare me when he was like this, because he was rarely ever like this. My head was spinning and I felt like complete shit, but what does that matter right?

“I’m being childish? My older brother and his best friends, including my very own best friend, spoke badly of me behind my back. The same older brother who just 4 years ago would not let anyone say a single bad thing about me, not even mum and dad. You’d always hide me behind your back when I was in trouble. You’d tell the kids who were mean to me off. You did so much for me back then. Maybe I’m just expecting too much, maybe I grew up relying on you too much. Or maybe you just don’t love your lil small anymore, because I’m useless and only ever cause you trouble.” I was trying so hard to remain calm, so hard to not allow my tears to fall but it was working. They just kept falling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m a pain in the ass to you. I’m sorry I’m not good enough. I’m sorry I’m not the same small you used to love and care about.” I swallowed back my flowing tears and smiled slightly up towards him. “I won’t cause you anymore trouble, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll stay away so you don’t have to see me anymore. I’m sorry for being dramatic. I really am. So, oppa. Could you please leave?” 

“This is a little too much don’t you think? Over something so little?” I chuckled, is that really what he thought?

“It may have been little to you because you don’t look up and respect me like I do, you. Ever since I could walk and talk, I’ve learned so much from you, you were that older brother to me that became my shield. The older brother that I had endless respect for. So to me it’s like my whole world was crashing down on me. You had know idea that the last four years have been hell, you wouldn’t know because you never really asked how I was. But I get that, you’re busy. I understood. But when I needed you the most and told you some things, you don’t even remember and you always pushed me aside telling me that you’d ‘message me later’ because you’re occupied doing something. But no matter how long I waited for my older brother to get back to me, he never did. I was always the one starting up a conversation. Because I missed my big bro, but he didn’t miss me. I felt as though I was just a complete burden so I stopped. Life got harder, but it’s okay now. I’m a big girl and I can handle it.” I smiled one last time at him. “Because I don’t need you anymore.” 


PT.11?

@demoncovenantmaster here ya go 

recordsofme  asked:

one word prompt for skimmons Housekeys

five keys that daisy gives jemma and one key that jemma gives daisy

Jemma follows Daisy down the street and into the hardware store without really paying much attention.

She’s making notes and jotting down a list of the things they need to do for their first project in biology, so she doesn’t really put two and two together until a key hanging from a plastic tie drops on top of her tablet.

Jemma makes a noise because the metal could’ve scratched it and lets the key fall into the palm of her hand.

She looks up at Daisy brows furrowing, but before she can ask, Daisy turns around and starts walking out of store.

Jemma hurries after her, and ends up catching her outside in the corner standing in line for the ice cream vendor.

“Hey!” Jemma says as she passes two people in line after Daisy who grumble at her. She ignores them and steps up beside Daisy.

Daisy gives her a look out of the corner of her eye.

Jemma tucks the tablet underneath her arm, and motions her other hand with the key in it.

“What’s this for?”

Daisy turns to her then, and raises an eyebrow. “You’re always talking about how I keep losing my locker key…”

“Because you do,” Jemma interrupts her.

Daisy rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay. That’s why I’m giving you a copy.”

Jemma gives her a confused look, “That doesn’t make any sense.”

Daisy rolls her eyes, again.

“You never lose your keys.”

“But we’re not talking about me,” Jemma says feeling a little wrong footed.

Daisy sighs exasperated and orders both of them ice cream since she’s up next.

She pays and takes the ice cream from the vendor before handing Jemma her strawberry cone and taking a bite out of her marshmallow, chocolate and peanut and covered in sprinkles chocolate monstrosity.

“You’ll have my key,” Daisy says in between licks of ice cream as they walk back towards Jemma’s home. “That way if I ever lose it…”

“When,” Jemma interjects under her breath.

Daisy shoots her a look from the corner of her eye, and rolls her eyes once again.

“Fine, so when I lose it, you’ll have the spare.”

“That actually makes sense,” Jemma says haltingly. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Because you’re not nearly as smart as you think you are?” Daisy asks.

Jemma stops walking giving her an incredulous look.

Daisy bursts out laughing. “The look on your face!” She continues walking, eating her ice cream and chuckling.

Jemma squeezes the key in her hand tightly feeling the teeth biting against the skin of her palm and follows after Daisy because it’s what she always does.

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“Karasuno volleyball team currently recruiting cheerleader and a certain ash-blond-haired-angel joined the cheer team. Nothing wrong with that seriously, unless the said ash-blond-haired-angel is a guy, their vice-captain, setter, and Daichi’s crush”

“Suga can we talk about this—–”, Daichi trailed off as he throw jacket over Suga’s shoulder and drag him off the court with blush spread on his face.

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Cheers!!Suga gonna be the death of our dorky papa /no/
The cheers uniform is just slightly altered by jersey because it will be easier to sneak inside the court bench HEHE

friendly reminder that keith, the second shortest of the team has to bend down to look at pidge

*whoops I did it again plays in the background* 
Sorry again to everyone for letting these pile up…yet again,  I was so shocked for all the kindness I’ve received the past week I didn’t really know what to say at the time, I was speechless! but i’ll try my best to reply to them all below the break!

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So I discovered this meme on instagram and IT LOOKS SO COOL that I did it too. The game consist in making a drawing and then repeat the drawing trying to mimic the art style of some of the artists you admire! (I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS THING)

 So here it is, hope you all like it, I made it with all my heart :3 Im sorry for ruining your styles guys hahaha 

 1- that’s my lil Nico di Angelo. 

 2- @indigonite‘s Nico, I tried my best here, but BRO so hard to color like Bruna. Maybe I made him a lil too red ;u;

3- @saberghatz‘s Nico. Idk why but it looks more like saber’s last year’s art, cause her Nico changed a little, but I love both her Nicos, so :v 

4- @tamaytka‘s Nico. Im sorry that I ruined the way you draw eyes, I really LOVE your eyes, but I COULD NOT make justice to them. 

5- @leegarbettart  Lee Garbett never drew Nico but he is my favorite artist in comic books, he draws Loki in Agent of Asgard, and I love his art so much!

6- @onihimeart also never drew Nico, but her art style is so complicated that I could not even make it look alike ;u; Sorry friend! 

Lost in Tanslation

AN: Based on a request from @tony——stark. This is my first request piece so sorry if it’s bad. *I was wondering if you could maybe write a seb x reader fic where the reader doesnt speak english, like she speaks romanian or something and seb always has to translate for her and the marvel cast asks if he finds it annoying or something, also can it be kinda angsty and fluffy*
Sorry it’s short xx Genre(s): Fluff, lil angst


You were a Romanian actress. Now that was fine, except the fact that you only spoke Romanian. And you were working on Avengers:Infinity War with only one Romanian speaker. Sebastian Stan. You had developed a good friendship with Sebastian since you were constantly around him but at the same time insecurities tore away at you. The longer you were with Sebastian the more you felt like you were a burden to him. Your English wasn’t great but you heard what people were saying about you when you were walking around the set.
“She’s such a pain to the cast.”
“Surely they could have chosen a better actress who actually spoke English as well.”
“Y/N must be such a burden to Stan, I mean she follows him around like a puppy.”

However, you had thick skin and pushed all the comments aside thinking that if there was ever a major problem the cast would confront you about it. But then there was one evening that pushed you past the limit.
You were doing your workout in the gym, practising the fight sequence for the scenes tomorrow when Robert and Scarlett walked past talking with Anthony Mackie.
“The women must be such a pain for Stan, though. She can’t do anything without him if it involves other people.” Robert was saying and Scarlett made a noise of approval.
“She just kind of hovers. Lizzie and I were going to invite her out for girls night but then we realised Seb would have to come to so we didn’t do it.”
“It must be hard for her as well though, not being able to talk to us without him.” Anthony backs you up and you made a silent note to thank him as you listened carefully.
What most people didn’t know was that since joining the cast, you had started learning English to surprise them. But now it all seemed pointless. The cast didn’t like you anyway by the sounds of things. Tears threatened to build up in your eyes as you silently ran from the gym, the other actors not even noticing you. You didn’t stop until you were on the floor of your trailer, kneeling by your bed and ugly sobs were tearing up your throat. Your mascara run in thick rivers and clumps down your face, dripping and staining your white sports top beneath your face.
More comments swirled around taunting you in your head. Some not as polite as others but all were derogatory towards you. At some point you must have crawled onto the bed because that’s wear you woke up the next morning curled up in the duvet with Seb banging on the door.
“Y/N!” You dragged yourself out of bed, duvet still wrapped around you, and opened the door.
Instantly Romanian rolled off his tongue. “Come on, let’s go for cost- Y/N what’s wrong?”
“Apparently I’m a pain to the cast and I just hover around you like a puppy. You can go without me.” Beginning to push the door closed you turned around but then Seb stuck his foot in the way.
“Y/N, look at me.” He stepped into your trailer as you curled up on the bed. You didn’t look at him but he continued anyway.
“You’re not a pain to me or the cast. I don’t mind having to translate for you because it’s like having a slice of home with me all the time. Please never think that I hate translating for you.” By now, Seb had wrapped you in his arms. You were quiet for a moment relishing his hold around you.
You took a deep breath. “I am learning English.” You said it perfectly and you couldn’t help but let a small smile come on to your face at Seb’s shocked chuckle.


“I’m proud of you, Y/N/N.” Seb whispered in your ear. The cast was about to do one big Q&A and they were all still oblivious to the fact that you were now almost fluent in English. Seb had been a gift from God when it came to helping you with the language late at night in either of your trailers. Smiles made their way onto your face more and you were proud. Tonight was the night you were going to take control of your own answers and say them yourself.
The questions were flying in and soon came your big moment.
“I have a question for Y/N. What’s it like being surrounded by people who don’t necessarily speak your language?”
You glanced at Sebastian and he nodded encouragingly. “To start with it was quite hard but I had a great translator but then I decided to learn English to keep up with conversations.”
You looked around as no one spoken. “I did get that right, didn’t I?” Sebastian burst out into laughter and scooped you up and swung you round as you laughed as well.
“You did it!” You were laughing and high-fiving as the the crowd roared with applause.

[003] Hanyu, Y.

I swear, that darn 4CC gold just keeps eluding me!!! How is it possible that I somehow managed to reel in the one from the flippin’ Games but not this…?

Yuzuru HANYU, speaking to whoever’s listening at the leading scorers area @4cc 2017 (Shoma, probably…but just as likely was talking to himself like the raving lunatic that he’s capable of being)

The thing that makes me the most upset about the Supernatural finale is how with one. short. scene. the writers took something I loved dearly, something that made me happy, something that helped me and countless other people get through the week, and they ruined it. Supernatural made me happy. Supernatural made me love Thursday. Supernatural was something I could always count on to be there and make me smile at least a little. Even the episodes I didn’t like had at least one or two scenes that made me smile. And of course nothing made me smile more than seeing the name “Mark A. Sheppard” at the beginning of an episode. Just the thought of “oh his name isn’t here this week but it might be there next week” was enough to cheer me up. Good things are worth waiting for after all. But now that feeling is gone. Now when I think about Supernatural it just reminds me of what’s gone. It makes me feel sick and I just want to cry. I know it’s silly to get this emotional over a fictional character in a tv show, but everyone needs that one silly thing that makes them happy. And now that thing for me, and a lot of other people, is gone. Even if Crowley returns to the show it doesn’t change how I feel now. Sure I’ll be ecstatic then, but that doesn’t change how it isn’t fair. It isn’t fair how Sam, Dean, and Castiel always get treated by other characters and the writers so differently. They always get the most attention and the most care. Castiel, Mary, and Lucifer are all already confirmed for the next season and it isn’t fair. Don’t get me wrong, I like the Winchesters and Castiel but their characters don’t make me feel the same, they don’t have that special something Crowley does. Mary, I honestly don’t really care about at this point. I liked her at first but after the whole MOL thing I’m just kind of sick of her. And then there’s Lucifer. Lucifer who everyone, including myself, used to love. He was and still is a great character with great lines, and I’ve managed to keep liking him for a long time, but I’ve had enough. He is the last person I want to hear is coming back to the show, especially since the whole point of Crowley dying was to get rid of Lucifer! I just want Crowley to come back. I want him to come back and be treated with the respect he deserves, especially since he sacrificed himself for two assholes who never treated him decently. I just want him to come back so I can love my show again…