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anonymous asked:

I'm a very short, very 'cute' female med student, and even though I don't dress or act 'cute' I have a really hard time getting my male peers and patients to take me seriously. Any suggestions?

Hmmm…. unfortunately we still live in a world where people have to work harder to earn respect based on what they look like. As a “cute” girl, you will likely have to be better than your peers to be noticed and respected. However, I think it’s most important to remind yourself:

I don’t have any specific suggestions, but I’d check with folks like @ladykaymd and @tinymedstudentstuff, who are both tiny cute ladies and find out their strategies. 


I was thinking about who I could dress up for Halloween, and the Lunar Chronicles ladies were the most obvious outcome. I’m actually surprised I haven’t done it before. I started a bit last minute, but I made it :)
So here are Cinder, Cress, Scarlet and Winter dressed in the dresses of the fairy tales their stories were based on ^.^ 

He didn’t buy flowers.
But one night he just picked up the hair brush off the bed and started brushing my hair.
We hardly ever went out for dinner.
But he sat on the cold tiles next to the bath,
feeding me toasted cheese. My wet hands,
wrinkling at the finger tips in the water.
I spend two hours with my make up. He says:
“Oh is base that stuff that makes you look a bit pale sometimes?”
But in the morning, he’d keep his face in my pussy. He’d go deaf when I tell him:
I think I just can’t come today.
He wasn’t impressed at my tight blue dress.
But he held my face to the sky, as he filled my mind with thoughts.
He pulled my hands from my ears, as he whispered to me in the dark
his secrets about myself
He didn’t complete me.
Quite the opposite. I’m terrified as he rips apart the puzzle.
He’s got a mirror to my face, and a flash light shining in my eyes.
I’m interrogated by his love.
Somedays I feel like a dream house.
You buy it, only to renovate every room.
The smell of wet paint clogging in my lungs.
I’m horrified by your love, your need to read and reread
every page of me.
But you hold me right through the night.
You keep wanting to see me
Naked. The answers that satisfy other people
don’t satisfy you. You capture my imagination,
as you bend me over the kitchen counter.
You don’t buy flowers. Were never interested in poetry,
But you’ve started reading it
with me.
—  Theresa Taylor

again my personal taste has a lot to do with why i prefer frozen, and i think anybody who knows me irl and knows what i enjoy would guess which movie l’d have preference to.

like honestly if didney set out to make a princess movie specifically targeting me, besides pirates it would be frozen,,

visually the darker blue/green/purple colour scheme is one i really like, i more or less even based my prom dress on those colours that’s how much i enjoy them. and frozen has a lot of those in both constume and setting.

hell, just the scenery of fjords is something i love, this movie made me go to norway so i could see the landscapes in person.

another visual motif i adore are slavic decorative paintings. the early concepts of frozen had more slavic tones to it but norwegian traditional art shares a lot in common in both art and clothing. i love the background details in the movie showcasing them, i wish there was more

as somebody who greatly appreciates films set in a certain historic location, i think it’s easy to understand why tangled didn’t fit the bill as much. it more or less takes place in fantasy fairy tale land of no discernible location which works for the movie, but is a thing that never stuck with me. 

tangled more or less based its visuals on 18th-19th century romantic european paintings and illustration. which is something in itself that i like the concept of, but i think the aesthetic wasn’t pushed so hard in the final film. which i can understand, because tonally it wouldnt fit the movie so much, and i think in general that artstyle would mesh more in a hand drawn or very stylized 3d film instead. i guess that extra ‘push’ of historic concepts is what i wish for.

finally as for music, i am slut for theatre and frozen’s music direction is more towards the musical theatre area and i also love wicked so theres that. tangled is more towards the pop genre which i am less partial to.

and as for character design, physiologicially i dont hold either characters’ physiques above another, i just really like norwegian dresses.

tl;dr: i like frozen better than tangled on a basis of personal taste and aesthetic, somebody could just as easily do the same thing favouring tangled and neither opinion is right or wrong.


This morning I was reading through Archie’s Funhouse Digest #22, and I found a Frank Doyle/Samm Schwartz story called “Show Biz” that I’d never seen before. It may be the finest example of physical comedy in comics I’ve ever seen. I’ve cut out the parts that really impressed me to show them to you.

Doyle was one of Archie’s most prolific writers from the 50s up until his death in 1996. He wrote a ton of my favorite Archie material, like the more adventure-based stories in Life With Archie, but he also wrote prolifically for the mainline Archie books. I’m thinking this story was probably an inventory story from sometime in the seventies or early eighties, when Schwartz drew all the teenage boys dressed like my grandpa.

I go around and around on who my favorite Archie artist is, between Bolling, DeCarlo, and Schwartz. This story shows off so much of what makes Schwartz’s work so exceptional. The clean, clear figure work combined with the masterful layout really makes the slapstick sing. Look at the flow on the sequence I’ve highlighted above, with Moose breaking the panel, leading the eye down, hitting the bench, and swinging back up to Reggie flying into the air with such a subtle but perfect pose. That panel layout shouldn’t work, but Schwartz made it flow beautifully.

Also check out the great expression on Pop Tate down at the bottom. That drawing printed at about a quarter inch high but it’s perfect.

Samm Schwartz could draw drapery on clothing like nobody’s business, huh?

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Question: Law is dressing up for their first date but where do you think should he take Luffy? 

A. Disneyland - A couple on a Ferris Wheel, yes?
B. Cat Cafe - Coz Luffy is cute and cats are cute. Put two cute things together. Let’s see how Law handles it.
C. Cinema - Horror movies. Because why not?
D. North Pole - Two things: Adventure and Aurora Borealis.

Overwatch - Meihem - Little Nap

阿~我喜歡畫這張圖的過程ˊw ˋ~~


Ah~I enjoyed the process of drawing this picture ˊw ˋ~~
The style of Assistant Mei’s dress made me think for quite a while, eventually I decided to take some elements based on her skins.(So did her lab robe, which was based on her classic skin. Can anyone guess what skins I used in this one^w^?? )

((BTW, I reached the limit of my daily network traffic in school for downloading Assassin’s Creed III, this pic was finished in a café. XDDD

good girl

Group/ Member: BTS // Namjoon

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 821

Prompt: Dialogue w/ Namjoon 48 &50
“You. Me. Sex. Now.”
“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Summary: Namjoon sits back and enjoys you getting off on his thigh.

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Originally posted by yoonkooks

“Sweetheart I think you’re doing this to me on purpose,” you could hear him groan as you slowly strutted out of the bedroom and into the living room, hands slowly caressing yourself over the new dress you’d bought for yourself. Once you’d made your way in front of him you stopped, giving him a grin before slowly doing a slow spin for him.

“You like it baby?” you asked, personally feeling extremely sexy in your choice.

Of course, the question was a rhetorical one, based off of the way that he stared you down, the way his bottom lip was stuck between his teeth, and of course the growing bulge that he wasn’t afraid to readjust in his pants.

“I like it a lot…fuck yeah I like it.” You couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips, your head dipping back slightly, hair trailing down your back. Namjoon was forever enraptured by your beauty and confidence. Most men would be pissed to see their girl in something so scandalous, something so revealing, but Namjoon wasn’t that kind of guy. He was confident, one hundred percent for that fact, that he had nothing to worry about. Men could look but at the end of the night you were going to be in his bed, and he was going to be inside of you; not some other scum.

Reaching out his hand to you, he motioned you to come a little closer. “I want to see more,” he spoke, voice a few octaves lower as he grasped your hand in his and let you twirl again, this time directly in front of him.

“I think…” you say after you finished twirling, your other hand pushing Namjoon back against the couch, “you’ll be very happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

He couldn’t even be surprised by this. He knew that you loved doing this to him, pulling these little stunts, though usually it involved you whispering this to him while you were in a room full of people. During times like that he would find himself struggling through his conversations, thinking of any possible way to get you and him out of the room at the same time, or any way to leave the event or party early. Now though…right now you were in the comfort of his home, nobody but the two of you, and he was so god damn thankful for that.

“You’re so fucking naughty,” he whispered into your ear, hands immediately grabbing your waist hard as he felt you lower yourself down onto his thigh.

“Just for you daddy,” you whispered, making his skin crawl with pure want and need for you, his hands pulling you hard and firm against his thigh. A smirk appeared immediately on his lips as he heard the gasp that left your lips. Namjoon let the grip loosen slightly after that, proud as you kept up the movements, methodically grinding against his clothed thigh. Namjoon clenching and unclenching the muscle periodically the make you even more worked up. “Do you like that baby? Do you like getting off on my thigh like that.”

Nothing but a gasp and nod making their way from you as Namjoon pushed the dress up further before finally removing it completely from you. Just like that you were purely naked in front of him, the luscious skin exposed down to the very last mark, a groan leaving his lips at how much this already was turning him on. “Go ahead baby girl. Let yourself cum, let my thigh make you cum,” he said, allowing his hands to pull you hard and fast against his leg. Loving the way words became impossible for you, loving the way your head fell back and your hands desperately grabbed onto his shoulders. Leaning forward he let his lips leave kisses first in the valley of your breasts before slowly working their way to the left breast, kissing your nipples oh so tenderly before opening his mouth and suckling ever so gently, loving the increase in moans.

“So….so close,” he heard you manage, noticing that your movements weren’t as smooth the beginning. “Keep going baby…good girl…keep going,” he encouraging. His thigh was now permanently clenched for you, his lips losing their gentleness as he nipped and tugged your nipples with his teeth, stimulating you as much as he possibly could. Within seconds he could feel you coming undone, his leg more than a little damp as you released on his leg, his arms encircling your back as he held you close, breathing into your skin as you came for the first time that night, his lips nipping you and kissing you on your collarbones. “Such a good girl.” He praised again, giving you a minute or so to catch your breath before he slowly pulled away, his eyes trailing dangerously slow up your body before finding your eyes.

“You. Me. Sex. Now.”


Recently rewatched Legend of Korra and realized how much I miss this show.
So here are my favorite ladies in some 20′s outfits. 

Outfits in the second image are based on the ones in this post which were based of this piece of fanart


@uncleclustersthirdbrain asked for shots of Thrall from the front in more stupid adventures based on this after spending like half an hour praising me for the last one so have another.

IN MY DEFENSE, I really hate most pattern use in dresses and I had no idea who this woman in this picture was okay??? I forget whether or not she was in the chat with us at the time but I think she might have been. Good lord.


So today at Disney, there was this adorable 8-year-old child in line in front of us, rocking his Kylo Ren outfit, and at one point the queue takes you up a flight of stairs. Because he didn’t want to trip he was kinda scrunching up the front of his robes and waddling up them, but he was trying really hard to not look like a princess holding up her dress and she climbs a staircase.

It was at that moment I decided I NEED some fanart of either stubborn Kylo that refuses to pick up his robes at all and lands smack on his face. OR (even better I think) princess kylo ren regally ascending the staircase with his arms outstretched, lifting his robes in the most elegant fashion to preserve them, and to also ensure the safety of his face. -reylo-musings

Comic based off the above story from @reylo-musings who winked and hinted for me to make it. I could not refuse. XD I added extra layers to the robes for a more princess-y feel. Hope you enjoy! 

Also a reminder I do commissions, so hit me up! 

anonymous asked:

I'm always acting masculine and wearing male clothing, so my boyfriend and I joke about me being transgender. It's cool, I'm not offended because well I am trans. I don't know what he actually thinks of trans. And I haven't gone through all the hormones and all but how do I tell him, who's fairly closer to me than others, that I want to transition from female to male?

My boyfriend and I make jokes about how dress like a boy and how I’m a trans male - like FtM. Well, I’m working on that transition but should I tell my boyfriend, whom I’m close with, about my thoughts on wanted to become trans from female to male?

Kii says:

Okay, so making jokes about someone’s gender based on the way they dress is not okay, so even if you aren’t personally offended by them, I wouldn’t recommend making those types of jokes about anyone. You could definitely hurt someone’s feelings or put someone in danger.

As for coming out, we have an entire page with coming out advice, so please check there.

anonymous asked:

Hi! inspired by your new fic: What would Levi's singing voice be like? do you associate it with someone particular? like when you listen to this person you'd feel it could be Levi? and which do you think suits him more (as in what would his voice actually sound like irl) Matthew's or Kamya's? coz to me i think there's quite a difference (also have you heared snkvoicesquad's Cody? I think his voice for Levi's so good! he has that cool sexy tone that gets me everytime) Love your blog!

I assoiciate Levi’s singing voice very closely to Hiroshi Kamiya’s for the NO NAME songs he did. However, if I was to pick a vocalist in a band; I’d have to give Levi the voice of someone like James Hetfield. Especially considering I’m basing No Name heavily off of Metallica (and their debut album is based off the Black Album) in the Rebel Madhouse fic. Levi’s stage persona and the way he dresses is also based quite heavily on Axl Rose from Guns N’ Roses, but I cannot for the life of me see Levi singing high notes like that lol xD. 

As far as the two voice actors go, I think they both portray him flawlessly, but I might be partly biased because I am a HUGE fan of both Matt Mercer and Hiroshi Kamiya. Like, not gonna lie, I have a mad crush on Matt Mercer tho. But, both his and Hiroshi Kamiya’s voices do Levi justice in my opinion. I know a lot of people didn’t like how deep Matt Mercers voice for Levi was, but I LOVED IT because it was surprising. Little dude who is 5′3 and a total badass with a voice deeper than the ninth level of hell. Amazing. The only english dub VA for SnK I’m not fond of is Bryce Papenbrook (Eren’s VA), and that’s only because of PAST works he’s done. Not so much Eren’s english voice. 

And I’m not sure If i’ve heard snkvoicesquad’s Levi (cody) before. Link me if you can!

Letters. - Bucky x Reader


A/N: idek how i got this idea but it’s good so PLEASE LEAVE ME A COMMENT ON WHAT YOU THINK !!!

Based off of ‘Home’ by Michael Bublé


Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

“You okay there, Buck?” Steve asked even though it was ironic. He wasn’t okay himself- how could he expect Bucky to be?

Bucky just remained silent, staring down at the freshly dug up dirt which now was encasing the coffin that was closed over your body. You were dressed in one of your favourite outfits to wear.

“It’s going to rain soon, we should go inside.” Steve sniffed slightly, his red lips forming a straight line when his friend didn’t answer, instead choosing to pull his legs up closer to his chest. His eyes were glossed over, a far distant look in his eyes as the silence reassured yet broke him, both at once.

The letter was still in his pocket, threatening to crumble up due to the unnatural position he wasn’t used to sitting in, the ink still burned in there, a reminder that it would never get further than that.

He felt so terribly lonely, so empty. He had only associated one place with home so far, and that just happened to be gone along with you.

He just wanted to go home.

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

It started out as something to help him talk, something which both of you found practical yet silly.

He just won’t talk to anyone, [Y/N].Steve had sighed, shaking his head slightly.

“Well then I’ll just write to him.” You had huffed out, crossing your arms over your chest, still adamant to help Bucky.

And it worked. 

What started out as small news updates on what was happening around the tower to the highlights of what had happened to you that day, your letters became more longer, more detailed.

He wouldn’t answer them, just nod at you whenever he passed by you, signifying that he had gotten your little note.
Until one fateful day, when you were lounging around in your bedroom, a small note came through your door.

It only told you that dinner was ready, but that was a brilliant start, wasn’t it?

His answers were never long. They would be short, curt, but would be sure to go over all your paragraphs and do them justice.

It would be 2 o’clock in the morning and he’d be lying in his bed, sweat dripping down his forehead as he had just awoken from another nightmare, skimming through your letters, his racing mind slowly calming down. 

His tongue would be poking out of the corner of his mouth as he went through each of them, taking in your handwriting as some of them looked rushed, while some looked more relaxed.

They were always signed off with a smiley face and your name, something he always made sure to read before he went to the next letter, believing that it would be the only way he would completely finish reading it. 

I just stuck multiple pictures of brussell sprouts on Bruce’s lab coat because BRUCE-ll sprouts. Get it :D

He chuckled softly, shaking his head, rubbing the stray tears from his eyes away.

Sometimes I think people don’t like me because I don’t give them my food, but then i remember ‘Fries before guys’ and ‘Caramel swirls before girls’ and I think that’s beautiful.

A lot of them were like this, until he stumbled upon one which screamed different to him. It was littered with splotches of used to be wet tears, making his expression change immediately.

Hi, today wasn’t a good day, so this letter might not be that cheery.

He remembered that day slightly; your shoulders were drooped, and your real smile wasn’t present on your face, a forced one which wasn’t the one he had come to adore-



I felt like (excuse my language) shit. I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but i feel like you would be a good listener. And you’re like my personal diary so :D

He noticed a small drop of water near the smiley face, slightly blurring it which made him frown.

So, yeah. I don’t have much to say, but i do have crappy advice. 

Okay, listen up Bucky. I know there are some days where you feel like rubbish, I know that you have days where you feel the world absolutely detests you just because of the whole Winter Soldier crap, and I know about what goes through your mind when you feel like no one can relate to you, or that no one gets the horrible things you’ve been through. I’m not gonna lie and say I do, because I don’t. 

But I know what loneliness feels like, and I know what it feels like to have people hate you for something in the past. I know what it’s like to not ave any control over yourself but still blame yourself what has been done. I know what’s it’s like to feel like there’s no one there for you and I want you to know that I am there, okay?

I’m there, and i care, and literally am willing to do anything for you. The world may not know you as James Buchanan Barnes, the man who buys cookies for his teammates when they’re upset, or the man who still has the heart and enthusiasm in him which people can rarely find these days, but I know. I know and I see how absolutely gorgeous of a human you are, even if you don’t see it yourself.

So if you ever need anyone on TV watching marathons, or something silly like going ice skating just to watch people fail, I’m totally up for that, because I’m there for you, okay?

You’re awesome and you make the world a better place :D

That was the first time you signed it off with a heart.

That was the first time he ever hugged anyone in 70+ years, and wasn’t even afraid of shedding a few tears when you hugged him back tightly, rubbing his back soothingly.

After that you got a lot more letters from him than usual and he slowly began telling you about parts of his day, how he was feeling and what all he thought about.

After that one letter, James Barnes was opening up.

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

Tears weren’t in his eyes yet, but he knew they rarely were. He barely ever cried, the closest he ever was was when he heard you cry.

The heart wrenching sobs which he heard echoing through the hallways twisted his heart in ways he never thought were possible. With every tear, every burst of agony you gave, he felt like he was one step closer to the same.

He could hear you lean on your door as it rattled with your cries, making him frustrated to the point of breaking down the door when he finally figured out what he could do. 

it’s not your fault -B

You could feel the small envelope touch your legs as you stared at it, not exactly being able to see what it was because of how much your eyes were blurry on account of the tears.

He waited outside your door with a held breath as he could hear faint hiccups and a small whimper every now and then, but soon felt a sensation in his hand. A soft smile erupted on his face as apt he same envelope was returned, signs of it being opened.

i let a kid die. i saw him get killed and there was nothing i could do about it

His heart felt heavy; he knew exactly what you were going through.

precisely. there was nothing you could do about it. it was him or tony and sam, and that was the best decision. -B

i could have helped everyone but i didn’t. it was a selfish move. to think of the people i loved when the people who died had people who loved them too.

[Y/N] you know that with this job, you can’t save everyone. there always will have to be sacrifices and sometimes that comes in the form of people, but there’s nothing you can do about that. it’s always going to be this way and the most all of us can do is hope to do the best we can, and you’re doing exactly that. you’re proving again and again how selfless you are, whether it be on the field or in the tower, and no one holds it against you that people die. people die. that’s the natural order of things. when their time comes, they have to go. it’s not your fault.

He slid it back, hoping it made you feel better. He had never been good with words, but this was something he hoped had done some good.

that’s the longest thing you’ve ever said to me in one go 

A smile took over his face as he paused for a moment before letting out a loud laugh. He could feel you slowly chuckle from the other side as he leaned his head on the door, grinning to himself softly, basking in the true beauty that was your laugh.

“Bucky?” Your voice was hoarse, and unsure, but it still was amazingly beautiful to him.


“Thank you.” He could feel you pause, taking a breath. “Really. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, doll.”

And in the end, it was your selflessness which ended up taking your life.

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
This was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In either Paris or Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
And let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

He couldn’t help but feel that none of this was real. That you were still alive, and were awaiting him with a smile and a greeting in the form of a hug which would make his heart beat loudly as your arms wrapped around him, your body snuggling up to him.

The tears were glossing over his eyes as he remembered very single time you waited up for him just to make him know that he did have someone for himself.

He remembered your failed cookie baking session which ended up with him helping you clean up the dough from your face, earning him a kiss on the cheek that made him flame up. 

He remembered the time he fell asleep on the couch but you made sure to cover him up with a blanket so that he wouldn’t feel cold and helped him out with the back ache he got after sleeping on the couch.

He remembered how Tony automatically knew whenever you kissed his cheek, or he did yours or anything slightly intimate like that because Tony had programmed F.R.I.D.A.Y. into telling him whenever something like this happened so he could tease you about it.

He remembered how you changed your way of signing off the letters. It went from a small smiley and your name, to a ‘Love, [Y/N].’ which made his heart almost thud out of his ribcage.

He couldn’t bear to recollect any other memories of you, instead letting out a deep sob, burying his face into his knees, rocking himself back and forth as the tears refused to stop flowing down his face.

A large clap of thunder which would usually make him jump had no effect this time, leaving him in a tranquil surrounding other than the drops of rain which were now pelting down on him.

He didn’t notice anything, not even the umbrella which was held above his head by Tony as his suit got wet. The suit you loved seeing him in.

He was too far away from you. You and everlasting belief in him, your joy which always brought light even to his darkest of situation. Your perfect personality, which he could never experience again, no matter what.

He just wanted to go home.

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It’ll all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

His hands were clammy, fingers trembling slightly from the mere thought of what he was going to do. It terrified him, but he was sure about it.

He waited impatiently on the helipad for you to return from your latest mission, a smile on your face as he hugged you tightly, furrowing his head into the crook of your neck. 

He could barely contain the constant tapping of his feet, or the nervous smile on his face as the jet finally landed. He had the feeling as if his heart was in his throat, his fingers closing in unconsciously over the letter he had in his pocket. 

He counted everyone as they dismounted, not taking in their grim faces, even Wanda’s who had tears streaming down her face. 

Steve, Nat, Sam, Wanda… where were you?
He counted again, just to make sure, feeling the worry creep up.

“Steve?” He choked out involuntarily. “Where’s [Y/N]?”

Steve shook his head, fighting the tears which were going to fall out. Steve looked at him, his face clouded with distraught, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry.” He said simply, shaking his head as Bucky’s heart dropped.

 “You’re lying. She’s in there and she’s going to yell that it was a prank.” He was beginning to shake uncontrollably. “You’re lying.” 

“Bucky, she got shot multiple-” Steve tried to tell him, but he just took a step back in horror. 

“No.” He could feel his knees buckle as he fell down, not even caring about the sharp pain which emitted through his body. The one which was settling in was far worse. “No, no, no.” 

 Steve didn’t know what to do as he stood there helplessly, watching as his best friend scream out in frustration, cursing everyone for your death before choking on his own tears, giving up as his hand stopped tugging at his hair. 


Hey [Y/N]

I know I’ve never been good with words, so I hope this doesn’t ruin anything I’m about to do/say. It probably will, though.

Geez, how do I even start this off? I have so much to say to you. You’ve definitely not made it easy for me because I can never explain how truly gorgeous you are without using the right words to convey my feelings.

I’m sure you can notice the shaky handwriting because of how much I’m actually trembling right now. You made me this way. Not that you scare me or whatever, but you have such a effect on me-

I’m rambling again, aren’t I? I blame you completely, doll.

I blame you and how you mange to make me shake while doing the simplest of things for you, like buying you flowers or chocolates just because I don’t know if you’ll like them.

I blame you for always being so excited about the small things which send my heart into a spiral (it’s a good spiral though).

I blame you for making me giddy like a schoolgirl when you kiss my cheek, or hold my hand, or even hugging me because I’m so damn thrilled to be the one who gets to experience all this.

I blame you for single handedly destroying any hope I’ve had of being your knight in shining armour because I’m pretty sure you’ll kick everyone’s ass before I even put on the freaking helmet because you’re so independent.

I blame you for still being the most adorable person I’ve ever had the honour to have met or even know because of your obsession with your favourite characters or your hobbies.

I blame you for being so utterly gorgeous that it physically pains me when others don’t take note of it as well as they should. Although if they did, I wouldn’t be writing this letter to you, so I’m okay with that.

I blame you for having the most perfect features on your face, for having the most beautiful body, for having the most amazing of hair, messy or neat it doesn’t even matter, for having lips which I constantly want to kiss (spoiler alert?), for having that thing about you which always makes me want to hug you but also have playful wrestling matches with you on the bed.

I blame you for having the absolutely, without a doubt, the best personality I’ve ever known with you independency and clinginess at times.

Your mature but sometimes (mostly) playful nature.

Your ‘I-Literally-Do-Not-Give-A-Shit’ attitude but also the one where you do things which take others’ feelings into recognition.

Your real, practical approach to things but also the one where you want to do things another way because it’ll hurt someone’.

I blame you for being so patient with me, for taking the time to help me. Me of all the damn people.

I blame you for never giving up on me, always being there to cheer me up.

And basically, most of all, I blame you for making me fall so stupidly heads over heels for you that I don’t even know what’s going on anymore.

I blame you for making me care so much about you that you’re automatically the first person awho I worry about when something goes wrong.

I blame you for making me this weird, hyper person who always wants to be giggly if it means that you’re the one who caused it.

I blame you for planting this thing in my mind where I constantly want to be around you or talk to you, and making me feel lonely when I’m not.

I blame you for generally making me think I have heart disease because of all the reactions you make me have.

I blame you for making me love such a beautiful person.

I’ve said it like 3 times now, but I can’t stop saying it now that I’ve gotten it off my chest.

I love you. I love you more than I have ever loved a being before. I love everything about you, and more than you’ll ever know.

I love you, [Y/N] [Y/L/N], and nothing is going to ever change that.

So if you don’t mind me asking, would you do me the honours of going out on a date with me, because if you don’t, I will probably cry.

Love always,

Bucky :D

He never got to give you the letter.

okay im done bye

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anonymous asked:

I wore camo cargo pants and baggy t-shirts till I was 13. I liked being mistaken for a boy. Now I enjoy wearing feminine things (though it's not what I normally wear). I don't think I would've really even understood what it meant to be a trans guy when I was that old.

I was a massive tom-boy until around 9th grade. I swore to myself I wouldn’t wear make-up, earrings, frilly dresses, or girly attire. This was just a means for 9-yro me to get attention by the old shtick of “I’m not like other girls” influenced by three older brothers and a tomboy sister.

Basing transgenderism on gender roles seems kinda hypocritical, huh?

based off of this plot

“I know that you’re probably not going to care, let alone say anything, but I’m going to talk anyway.” Stokely said as she cleaned up a little in the ex-soldiers hospital room. “My Aunt got me a dress for some party she wants me to go to, and she of course chose white because it supposedly marks me as pure, but I think it’s sort of silly. I wanted red, but apparently that’s too scandalous.” She said, letting out a light laugh. It had been a few weeks now, and yet the man barely even gave her a sideways glance.