When there’s a heat wave in the Wizarding World, many witches and wizards enchant their robes to keep themselves cool in the record breaking temperatures. Many young muggleborns question how all the wizards can stay cool in long black clothing until someone finally explains the charm.
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 breathtakinginevery single way.
next time you look in a mirror, blow yourself a kiss and don’t worry – you’ll kill it out there today. ♥
Sometimes I have to remind myself that Namjoon started as an underground rapper and was recommended to bang pd, ridiculed for becoming an idol but carried on so his voice could be heard. How Hoseok started as a dancer and after listening to hip hop, came to love rapping. When they asked him to film an audition tape, they gave him a camera and came back 2 hours later to find him still filming, allowing him into the company on determination alone. How Yoongi was told by people around him that making a living off music is risky and that he’s not going to make it, to going underground, living off hardly anything and then coming 2nd place in bighits rap contest, earning him a place. How Jin was scouted off the street just because of his looks, chose bighit over SM and started with no experience to be where he is today. How Jimin chased his dream so much, with his parents backing him every step of the way, driving him all over everywhere to auditions. To only being a trainee for a year, never knowing if he was really going to debut but still sticking by it and carrying on. How Taehyung wasn’t even going to audition and just went to support a friend instead, but after being prompted by staff he auditioned and was the only one that day to make it through. How Jungkook had offers from 8 different entertainment companies, but chose bighit simply because he thought Namjoons rapping was cool.
It may seem like they all came together by some sort of fate, or a miracle, but it truly was their passion to succeed and make it within the industry, to allow 7 boys following the same dream to stand on stage together and say they’ve made it.
What if every time something tragic happens in your soulmate’s life, a flower appears on your body somewhere, and causes the same pain. Like a rose for physical pain, an arum-lily for illness, etc.
Imagine getting into a car crash. You’re okay, but the person in the other car isn’t. Suddenly, your arm has a large rose across it. You run towards the door of the other car and see piece of glass stuck in their arm while unconscious.
Imagine knowing who your soulmate is, and being at work before someone screams after getting a glance at you. When you ask what’s wrong, they simply show you a picture with a large rose across your face.
Imagine not knowing your soulmate, but you always have a jimmy weed behind your ear. You constantly get roses on your legs and arms, but they always leave unlike the jimmy weed. Imagine being at the pharmacy and someone has scars across their arms, and when their name is called, the prescription is for antidepressants.
Imagine having a large rose across your arm. It stays there forever, and never comes off no matter what you do. One day, you volunteer for veterans and meet someone with a missing arm that’s replaced. You’re in disbelief until you get pushed by accident and a large rose appears on their knee where you just so happened to be bleeding.
Imagine having a partner at war, and flowers are appearing everywhere over your body. When they return home, they have scars while you have roses.
Imagine kids falling on the playground, and other kids have roses while other have bruises.
Imagine not knowing your soulmate, but every once in awhile, roses form on your body in random places. You leave for a small diner when you hear someone rush in and sit at the end of the booth lines. You go to comfort them when you notice they have injuries, from what looks to be an abusive relationship, that mirror your flowers.
Imagine watching your soulmate get shot, and a deadly nightshade on your chest above your heart where they were shot. Imagining spending the rest of your life with the flower on your chest.
“My sister was murdered when I was twelve years old. Her husband killed her because of jealousy. After that it was just me and my mom. I stopped studying. I became the black sheep of the family. I left the house and went my own way. There was a gang in the neighborhood. They gave me a place to live. They gave me work. They gave me marijuana and cocaine. I was always high. My job was tocollect protection money from local businesses. There were five of us who made the rounds. When I turned fourteen they told me I was ready to ‘test the knife.’ There was a shopkeeper named Maria. Her husband was a pain in the ass. He would always scream at us and call us sons of bitches. So we stabbed him over and over. There was blood everywhere. I felt like throwing up. Afterwards I felt empty inside. So I just did more drugs. And the way I looked at it—if my sister got killed, why shouldn’t other people die? At least that’s how I always justified it to myself.”
Person with a BTS member as their profile pic: posts a heartfelt comment relating to the youtube video, something they noticed in the video followed by a time mark, a question about something in the video, how much they love and appreciate the youtuber, etc.
“Hello, fellow army here!”
“Armys are taking over man”
“Army is everywhere! 😂”
“*name of member in pic* +ieeeeeeeee!!”
“ARMY! I found my people 🙈”
“I thought i was the only army here xD”
“ARMYS ARE FREAKING EVERYWHERE!”
“*replies to original post with a proper comment* +also, ARMYYYY”
kaz. kaz has this been done before: top ten hottest publicity photos of yuuri?
10) An advertisement he did for a sports drink he sponsors
which was basically a sweaty post-practice Yuuri gulping from a bottle while wearing a thin white
shirt that had become very see through over the course of the photoshoot.
Viktor has multiple copies of this saved onto all his electronic devices
9) In reference to an old ask about Yuuri sponsoring KitKat
with the tag line being KitoKatsuki, Yuuri got the sponsorship just after his
Olympic win. The picture of him on the packaging was one of him holding up his
gold medal and smirking in a very smug, self-satisfied way and everyone universally
agreed it was way more attractive than it had any right to be
8) A publicity photo of him with his and Viktor’s new puppy
where he was dressed smart-casual and basically looking like the hot dad with
the cute dog at the parent-teacher conference that all the single mums fight
over at the school gates
7) The promotional photo of him in the ‘original’ Eros
costume before he started the season in chapter 11 (for reference the costume
looks like this)
6) A photo from a magazine that was following Yuuri through
a day of training which was of him in the ballet studio doing a split with one
leg on the floor and the other completely vertical by his head. It was the
moment people realised just how crazily flexible Yuuri was and that was
definitely a very popular revelation
5) A promotional photo for Yutopia with Yuuri looking like
he was just out of the hot springs standing at the front of the building with
his hair all wet and plastered to him and his face flushed with a towel round
his shoulders and only some very loose clothing on. The general consensus was
that the fact that photos weren’t allowed to be taken in the onsen itself was a
4) A promotional ad that both he and Viktor did promoting
gender neutral clothing. Yuuri ended up in heels and red lipstick and no-one on
the internet has ever recovered from it
3) A black and white photo that ended up plastered over
shopping centres everywhere advertising the ‘Eros’ cologne. It looked exactly
like you’d expect a cologne ad sponsored by an athlete to look and while Yuuri
thought it was really embarrassing everyone else on the planet was thanking
every deity they could think of that it existed.
2) A shot from the first shirtless photoshoot Yuuri ever did
that I mentioned in a previous top ten. He did it with Viktor and the most
famous photo of them ended up being one of Yuuri in the centre of the photo
doing the classic ‘sultry eyes’ look at the camera with Viktor standing behind him with his
arms wrapped around Yuuri’s chest and kissing his neck also looking directly at the
camera but with a very obvious ‘back off’ look in his eyes. It ended up on a lot of people’s
walls or under their pillows
1) A picture from a magazine spread about the two of them
that Viktor convinced Yuuri to do. It was taken in their apartment and the
photographer wanted a shot in their bedroom. Viktor kept teasing Yuuri about ‘showing
the world his true eros’ and Yuuri ended up playfully wrestling Viktor onto the
bed which changed its tone pretty fast and both of them completely forgot that the
photographer was there. The final picture was of Yuuri straddling Viktor and
pinning his arms above his head and smirking with both of them giving each
other serious bedroom eyes. All the comments on the article when it was
released were some form of ‘holy hell Viktor Nikiforov is a very lucky guy’ and
‘why the hell does Nikiforov even leave the house because if that were me I’d
never even leave the bed’.
I was getting a blood test for an ongoing issue. The nurse comes in, very… Unprofessional. Ditzy. An airhead mood. She may have been well trained, but she was in a goofy mindset.
She not only takes the cap off the needle WITH HER MOUTH, but as she was disconnecting the tube from the butterfly needle, MY BLOOD SQUIRTED EVERYWHERE!!!! All over the room. She laughed and didnt seem to take it very seriously. I literally had my own blood on me. Shit, she wasnt clean anymore, either!
I was astonished with how illegal, unethical, and DITZY this nurse was!!!
Because she could tell i was an ex dope addict (permanently scarred veins and skin on inner arms,) i decided to fuck with her.
“You gotta be careful… Uh… Cause I’m not sayin’ I got AIDS… but Im not sayin’ I dont.”
She turned a ghostly pale.
I also reported her to her superior and let everyone in the office and lobby know.
ok but one of the worst feelings is being touch starved
You want to touch, but it can’t be someone you don’t kinda trust, and you’re afraid to ask let alone do it because it fucking sucks when someone belittles your needs or thinks it’s silly, or worse, thinks it’s pathetic
like you’ve gone so so long without the touch you need that you are just desperate for it
but you feel stupid for asking, for needing it, so you usually don’t
which makes you need it more, because it’s like every day you don’t get nice touches the problem gets exponentially worse
and someone touching YOU is like heaven… but if you ask for that, it’s gonna nibble at your brain that it’s artificial, that they don’t really mean it, that they’re just humoring you
and it doesn’t get better in days or weeks or months, because it didn’t get that bad to begin with in days or weeks or months
and the literal WORST thing is someone scorning you for touching them, even though it’s perfectly within their rights to not want to be touched, it is just devastating to the psyche to have someone that you care about enough to want to touch get angry or disgusted or annoyed at you touching them
I just want kisses down my spine, on my forehead, someone nuzzling into me, someone hugging me so tight it’s hard to breathe, petting my hair, scratching my head, idly rubbing my back
I want to hold someone, hug them with all my strength, bury my face into their clothes and skin and hair, kiss someone all over, touch them everywhere and do it over and over, run my fingers through their hair, play with their hands and kiss their knuckles and the veins on their wrists
and it hurts, like, I get physically ill if I don’t get touch when I have those moments I desperately need it but feel too afraid to seek it
it doesn’t even really have to be sexual, or romantic
I just like touch.
And I haven’t had enough of it from the people I loved.
So now it’s kind of like a condition. Touch-starved.