these-are-all-ending-up-ugly

Candor

You put a noose around my neck, and then you sprinted off with the ends of my rope, and as you did, my life constricted; not in sudden takes, but incrementally, like when a copper pipe deceptively wears a pin size hole, and it drips out its release every now and again…oh, but only when your eyes are not surveying it.

I was prepared to give up.  I was that tethered to the thought of seeing you through, and you, instead of opening up the curtains and allowing the light to reveal all of the ugliness we had accumulated; you willingly or not continued to lure me to my grave; while you seemingly took residence in your own chthonic chamber; to be ever consumed with you and you and you…always you…forever and ever, until the end of time.  Amen.

Dear Future Wife,

One evening, we’re going to sit down and open a bottle of wine. We’ll end up talking about how happy we are, and about all the things that led us to this moment – the good, the bad, the ugly.
You will be worth every mistake I’ve made, every bad decision, every night I’ve cried myself to sleep over someone who wasn’t worth it.

When I look into your eyes, I’ll finally feel at home, and the sudden burst of joy in my chest every time I hear you laugh will constantly reassure me that it’s you – that we’re meant to be.
Every passing day brings us closer together, to the moment when we look at each other and realize that this is what Pablo Neruda wrote about.

Love,
Me

9.1.15

CrossFit:

Press:
75%x5
85%x3
95%x1+ 5

*THEN*
5 Rounds
7 Power Cleans (155/105)
20 Box Jumps (24/20)
7 HSPU
15:45
Did high hang power cleans with 95 which was super easy off the ground I got pretty excited usually the pull up is slow and painful good sign? Or just a good day? Fm guess we will see soon. They were all unbroken. Couple of ugly one when the bar almost slipped out my hands. Super sweaty guess because I had a energy drink since I running on 4 hours of sleep
Did the box steps (still not allowed to jump) and hspu off a box.

Didn’t get to run last night. Was supposed to 3.8 yesterday and 3 today. So who knows what I’ll end up doing. This is just a conditioning phase for me to get back into running distance so I’m not stressing over missed runs. 4xs a week is ideal to me but as long I get out there at least 3 I’m good. I think. Now when I’m 12 weeks I’ll get back to following the plan exactly.

Oh and I was short on time so I also did 3x1 minute planks. At least I got a little core in there.

gingres asked:

MACLEOD HELP --- WHAT SHOULD MY SENIOR QUOTE BE?? ?

Here’s a list of some of my favorite quotes -

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams

“In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.” ― Douglas Adams

“Without music, life would be a mistake.” — Friedrich Nietzsche

“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.” — William Shakespeare

“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.” — Elie Wiesel

“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.” —  André Gide  

“The biggest mistake you can make is listening to people who’ve given up on their dreams telling you to give up on yours.” — Umair Hague

“Make every detail perfect and limit the number of details to perfect.” - Jack Dorsey

“Risk more than others think is safe. Dream more than others think is practical.” – Howard Schultz

“I like to pride myself on thinking pretty long term, but not that long term.” - Mark Zuckerberg

You don’t learn to walk by following rules. You learn by doing and falling over.“ – Richard Branson

“{{Insert anything I have ever said here}} - Macleod Sawyer (I like this last one)

even my asos cart is larry i cannot escape

I ship LUCAYA as FRIENDS

I ship RUCAS MORE than FRIENDS

NOTHING WILL CHANGE THAT!

Lucaya shippers STOP making something out of nothing. (Lucas and Maya’s friendship is growing. Lucas cares about all his friends. He knows Maya is good at art, knows it’s what makes her happy. Lucas called Maya “Blonde Beauty” so! Maya isn’t ugly. This doesn’t mean they are going to end up together)

STOP making us Rucas shippers feel bad. (Throwing all kinds of Lucaya moments from Girl Meet Creativity in Rucas shipper’s faces.)

Can we watch the episode before we all jump to conclusions?

About Queen of Shadows

It’s truly the saddest thing what’s happening to the ToG fandom. We’ve waited a whole year for QoS and now that it’s almost here, the whole fandom has gotten itself in this giant mess of scolding and disrespect.

Guys, it shouldn’t matter who Aelin ends up with. If it’s Rowan or Chaol it’s only up to Sarah, and it’s really sad all the hate she’s getting. I mean come on, people are wrongly criticizing her WRITING because of her PLOT choices. Calling her ugly things isn’t going to change a thing.

And yes, maybe she changed her mind mid series, but it’s her books. Changing your mind isn’t inconsistency, it’s human nature!

It’s also depressing that people are hating on a character just because it isn’t your ship. I mean, please, calling Rowan abusive because he trained Aelin doesn’t make sense! As doesn’t saying tha Aelin is acting OOC. She is not Celaena anymore, she’s finally accepted who she really is, and maybe this person doesn’t love Chaol anymore, as she said, her heart is healed, and Chaol isn’t in it.And with time, perhaps Chaol’s heart comes to heal too.

As a Rowaelin shipper, my opinion may be biased but that doesn’t change the fact that in a little more than a week this amazing book is coming out, one we’ve been waiting for so long, and until then we shouldn’t be making unfounded accusations based on something we didn’t even read.

Please, let’s just wait until September 1st to take our conclusions. Until there, no more hating.

So, story time

My entire life, I thought I had a plain face.  There was nothing to recommend it.  Kind of round, small nondescript nose, blue eyes, and pale with freckles galore.  Nothing special at all.  The only thing that was really special to me was that I have beautiful red hair (that’s always frizzy and just a pain to deal with).  But overall, the Plain Jane of Plain Jane faces

My entire life I thought this.  21 years I had this impression.  And it never helped my self image that my mother, whom everyone told me I was basically a carbon copy of, constantly said that she was “short, fat, and ugly.”  All the time I would hear this, and all the time I would believe that I would end up the same way.  

And I did.  

I wasn’t beautiful.  I’ve never gotten taller than 5′1″, and I have steadily gained weight.  I went quickly from 90 lbs in middle school to 130 lbs Freshman year, 150 by Junior year, and graduated at 170.  And it kept going.  180 by the end of freshman year of college and I’m probably nearing 200 now at the start of my senior year.  I was becoming the true carbon copy of my mother.  Short.  Fat.  And ugly.  

Of course that’s who I was.  No boyfriend to speak of.  No boy that has ever looked twice at me, despite the fact that I was “gifted” with full D cups.  And of course all of my friends were beautiful creatures.  There’s no way that I could be anything but just like my mother.

Except.

Except something started changing when I got to college.  

One day, a friend of mine turned to me and said, “You know, you really have the face of an Italian Renaissance painting.“  And I looked closer at some of those paintings, and I realized that, yeah, I do have that kind of face.  And I even have that body type too.  Huh.  Strange.  For the next two years, I started thinking about that occasionally, and I started to feel okay with my body.

But something special happened a few days ago.

I was running across a field to hop into the mud volleyball pit (because I got roped into a tournament, even though none of us knew how to play).  And a good friend (and teammate) of mine called out, “Woah, Elizabeth!  Your hair! It looks like a Rossetti painting!”  I was a bit pleasantly surprised, because I thought she was going to say something about my hair being a mess.  But that was just so much better than I had been expecting.  

Later on, she pulled up images of Rossetti paintings and showed them to me.  “The hair - so light and so much like fire.  That’s what your hair looks like.”  And I could see it and it took my breath away.

So the next day, I’m walking across campus on my way to class, and I think about what she said.  And I said to myself, “You have the face and body of a Renaissance painting and Rossetti hair.  You are gorgeous.”

But the strangest thing happened.  I actually believed it.

For the first time in my life, for the first time in 21 years of thinking that I’m plain, I believed that I was gorgeous.  I AM gorgeous.  This is what I look like and some Renaissance painters would have loved to get me as a model.

Nothing’s changed.  I’m still overweight.  My hair is still frizzy and annoying.  My face is still round and nondescript.  I still have freckles galore.  But that doesn’t make me any less gorgeous.  And hopefully, I’ll continue to believe this about myself.  

Because I am gorgeous, and I am proud.

From Erika Fasana’s ask.fm

Are you following the P&Gs? What are your thoughts about it?

Yes! I think they’re awesome! We have so much to learn from these girls. Besides their gymnastics (which there’s no need to comment on *crying laughing emoji and heart eyes emoji*), they have exceptional drive and determination!

All-time favorite gymnast?

It’s always been Shawn Johnson :)

Who’s your biggest rival in Italian gymnastics?

Myself

First emotions right after ending up in 4th place twice at Euros?

After the AA I teared up a bit, but I managed to reign it in until I reached the mixed zone so I avoided ugly crying on the competition area hahah. After FX EF instead, I told myself “dammit, 4th place again, it’s a curse haha”. Jokes aside, I was still happy cause I managed to the routine twice without making major mistakes. If I think about it, I’m still annoyed and I think about what I could have done to scrape up a few tenths more to end up in 3rd place. But with “buts” and “maybes” you don’t go anywhere. Better get down to work to do better next time :)

[x]

Full Moon Anger - Teen Wolf (Liam Dunbar)

Anonymous said:Omg i LOVE your writing!If you have time can you write a liam dunbar imagine where the reader and Liam get in a fight but Liam makes up for it over a dinner date or somthing?And gets all fluffy in the end? thank you ^^

You’re too kind anon<3 I hope you like it!


It had been one of those ugly fights, all yelling and tears. You had stormed off in the middle of it, not bearing to hear any more. Now though, in the comfort of your room you couldn’t even recall what you and Liam had fought about. It had been silly really, but Liam had been angry, and when he had started yelling at you, you couldn’t take it and started to yell back at him. You hadn’t heard from him since. 

 To your relief your parents had gone to your grandparents house for the night, so they hadn’t been there to see the tears Liam had caused, so when the doorbell rang you had to get it yourself. 

 Opening the door you were met by a cheeky smiling Liam, holding a bucket of your favorite flowers out in front of him. 

 «Y/n, I’m so incredibly sorry for yelling at you earlier. I was angry and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.  I know it was stupid, and honestly I don’t remember what I was even angry about, but I know I am sorry about yelling at you for it. So Y/n please, beautiful Y/n, forgive me for being a total asshole to you earlier.» Liam sighed, his shoulders falling a bit after having said all of that. 

«Of course I forgive you, Li.» You threw your hands around his shoulders, and you felt his hands sneaking around your waist. Liam nuzzled his face into your neck, relaxing at the smell of you; a mix between camomile and honey. 

 When you pulled away Liam held the flowers out proudly to you, as he told you to hurry up and put them in water, giving you instructions to quickly go change to something else than your sweatpants afterwards because he was taking you somewhere. You tried asking him where you were going, but your boyfriend didn’t budge.

~


You were sitting in front of Liam, between his legs, leaning against his chest. He had planned a whole picnic for the two of you, with a delicious dinner by the fire. His breath tickled your neck, while you looked out over at the calm night sky, the moon hanging proudly on the sky, full. 

After sitting there for a while, just enjoying each others company and the sight before you, you started to think what you were really looking at. 

A full moon. 

 «Liam?» 

 «Hm?» He hummed in responce, his hands caressing your inner thigh. 

 «Do you have full control now?» 

 «Of course. Especially when I have my anchor this close.» He whispered in your ear, sucking on your earlobe, making you want to moan. 

 «Was it because of the full moon you got angry earlier? Was that why you stormed in on me like that? Because you hoped I would calm you?» You asked silently, feeling Liam take in a sharp breath behind you. 

 «Yeah, yeah it was, babe. But sometimes, not even an anchor can stop my anger.» He said silently, leaving small kisses on your neck. You both fell silent for some moments, both of you thought full of what had just been said. 

 «I’m sorry.» You whispered in the end. 

 «For what?» Liam leaned forward to look you in the eye, his face showing pure and utter confusion. 

 «For not being able to calm you down.» You fumbled with Liam’s fingers, not daring to look him in the eye. 

 «Y/n.» Liam used the hand you weren’t holding to turn your head to look at him. «My anger is never your fault. Okay?» His eyes never left yours, just looking straight into yours as if his life depended on it. 

 You nodded, smiling shyly up at him. «Good.» He said, before placing his lips upon your in a tender kiss, pressing your back closer to his chest than it already was. 

 «I love you.» He whispered as you broke away. 

 «I love you too, Li.»

anonymous asked:

But Zayn is not really black, like, maybe a little darker than the rest of the boys.

He’s still a POC and I understand that people didn’t notice the slight difference of skin tones that I gave Zayn and Niall in the drawing. Here’s it:

But it’s no reason to call me racist and send hate in my opinion. If they’d been kinder to me, I wouldn’t have stopped drawing zayn for a long time due to fear. I’m over that already but it was ugly and I was just starting to post my art. People even gave me shit for making Zayn’s hair brown, when I was trying to only use soft colours and avoid using black. But people didn’t know that of course. And I remember trying to get Zayn’s skin tone right, and usinf reference pictures, but all of them where to bright and the drawing ended up looking like this. There is a slight difference between Niall’s and Zayn’s skin tone but I understand that it might have not been enough. I tried.. I really did. And it was never my intention to ‘whitewash’ him. But now I got better with the art thing and make sure that it doesn’t happen again.

xx

I barely upload selfies but I really like this one, so here we go~

The t-shirt says ‘I find people confusing’, it’s a Curious Incident reference ^^

the-goddess-overthe-rainbow asked:

Christmas/Winter in general headcanons, please? Sorry if this has been done before <3

-Italy and Germany are under agreement that they’ll buy each other one gift in secret and they’ll get in on christmas day. Watch as Italy struggles to find something good for Germany while Germany somehow finds something perfect for Italy each year

-Austria makes them ugly sweaters (Shhh he doesn’t know they’re ugly, let him have his fun) and Germany flat out refuses to wear them so Italy ends up wearing Germany’s and it’s like waaaaaaay to big on him but he says it’s warm because it’s Germany size so there’s no stopping him there. 

-Whenever they go to one of those celebrations where they light up the big tree and all the couples are being romantic and kissing they say they won’t be like that but they end up kissing eVERY TIME. 

-Italy is the one who takes the dogs out when their house is covered with snow. He is fearless while Germany just wants to stay warm 

-Germany is the one who makes sure Italy bundles up before going outside because even though he’s relatively small he has no sense of how cold it is out there and wONDERS WHY HE’S COLD AND GERMANY’S JUST LIKE “I TOLD YOU” 

-Falling asleep by the fireplace yes 

I hate it when people call out others for photoshopping their photos or wearing too much makeup in their pics to make themselves look better or using angles and lighting saying that it’s fake or not the “real” them. I look at it like this: in the end, all that will be left of us will be either video or photographs. Once I’m dead and gone, I’d rather my family have photos of me that were touched up a bit to make myself appear more flattering than the ugly truth.

anonymous asked:

Tae angst whereby he entered the "we got married" variety show without letting you(his girlfriend) know. You only found out when the show aired. Had a huge fight with him and he spouted something harsh (which he regretted) that led to you running out of the house to the road without noticing oncoming traffic and got into a car accident. Happy ending please! :)

collision is such an ugly sound (i can hear you now)

The night begins with you gaping a little, staring at the image frozen on the screen in front of you.

It was supposed to be like any other night, beginning with you relaxing on the couch and catching up on a recording of your favorite show. It all went south when you realized you had also recorded the beginning of the next show, the season premiere of We Got Married, and you saw something you would never have expected.

It was supposed to be a normal night.

But now you’re looking at the television, where your boyfriend is holding hands with someone that is most definitely not you, and you can’t even remember what’s supposed to feel normal.

Everything’s turned so confusing in the span of just a few minutes.

You barely hear the sound of the front door opening, Taehyung strolling through with a plastic bag in hand, carrying what you can only assume is supposed to be your dinner.

But you don’t have much of an appetite when that image is still staring back at you.

What the hell is this?

Taehyung flinches a little, not expecting to hear such a harsh tone the second he walks through the door. His gaze follows the direction of your finger until it lands on the tv, and then his eyes widen a little before settling back to normal.

If Taehyung feels weird about the situation, he definitely doesn’t show it.

“I signed up for We Got Married,” he responds nonchalantly, and his blatant disregard for your obvious frustration just upsets you even more.

“And were you ever going to tell me about it?” you ask incredulously.

Taehyung shrugs, walking forward to place the plastic bag on the coffee table before plopping down on the couch.

“You know now, don’t you?”

You really can’t understand how he’s being so casual about this.

“Because you didn’t tell me!” Your voice is rising now, along with the urge to maybe kick Taehyung from his comfortable position on the sofa. He doesn’t deserve to feel at ease. Not when something is twisting painfully in your chest and you can’t shake the feeling of dread bubbling up in your stomach. “I turned on the television to find you with someone else. Honestly, what the hell Taehyung?”

He shrugs, and you can tell he’s starting to get irritated himself. He turns to face you, and the look he gives you is something similar to the pitiful look a parent gives their child when delivering bad news. 

It makes you clench your teeth.

“You should know that I have to do these things for my career. It’s important. I thought you would’ve realized that by now.”

Don’t play that card with me,” you manage to spit out. “I understand what you have to do for your job. I’ve been understanding for so long. I know what’s important. What I don’t understand is why you couldn’t just tell me you were doing it.”

“And I don’t understand why you’re making this into a problem,” he fires back. “It’s part of my job.”

“What part of being an idol requires you to voluntarily sign up for this kind of show and then oh so conveniently forget to tell me about it?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, releasing a sigh and crossing his arms over his chest. He doesn’t seem to have an answer to that.

“I just don’t understand why you did it,” you say, your voice significantly smaller than it was just a minute ago.

But Taehyung doesn’t register your change in tone. He’s annoyed, unrightfully so, but still. He’s tired and frustrated and still not entirely sure why he’s being attacked.

“Maybe it’s because she’s better company.”

Oh.

It’s eerily quiet for a few tense moments, and Taehyung seems to realize his mistake a split second too late.

Shit, I–I didn’t mean–”

But you’re already on your way out, ignoring the way Taehyung drags a hand over his face.

You slam the front door to the sound of another exasperated sigh.

***

It was probably a stupid idea.

You know it was a stupid idea.  

Nothing’s ever been resolved by running. But you can’t seem to rationalize your thoughts because words of she’s better than me, he likes her more than me, she’s better to be around cloud your brain and all you know is that Taehyung’s comment hurt more than you could’ve imagined.

No one wants to be compared to someone else. Because once those words are out, there’s never any going back. Even if they were said in the heat of the moment, words said with no real intention other than to hurt, and even if apologies are muttered, there’s always going to be a part of you wondering if he’s thinking about that other person.  

And no one wants to live like that.

You know it was stupid to just run out. You probably should have stopped running once you exited the apartment building. You probably should have sat down on a bench on the sidewalk, try to clear your mind and make some sense of the situation.

But you don’t really realize the gravity of the situation until all you can see is bright headlights, caging you in and providing no escape.

The moment ends with a crash, a scream of your name, and the final thought that really, this is all just so stupid.

***

You wake up to the sound of beeping and you can feel a dull, but persistent, thud in your head. You hear someone mumbling a bunch of technical terms, but they all seem to jumble together and you can only make out a “broken arm” and “stitches” among the mix.

There’s a hand brushing the bangs out of your face and everything is a somewhat painful haze, but it’s calm.

When was the last time everything was this calm?

You manage to open your eyes, though it ends up being more of a squint as you attempt to adjust to the brightness around you.

The hand is still resting on your forehead, but with your eyes open, it’s not hard to tell who it belongs to.

“You’re awake,’ he says. His voices sounds warm.

Everything feels warm.

“You have a broken arm, a fractured rib, and a gash on your head from when it hit the asphalt. You needed stitches.”

You groan, squeezing your eyes shut again because this is a lot of information to take in and Taehyung is speaking a little too fast.

“I saw it, you know. I saw you…you—” the words don’t make it out, but you know what he’s trying to say.  

“I’m sorry,” you manage to get out through the heaviness in your lungs.

Taehyung shakes his head, and it’s only then do you notice the swelling and redness lining his eyes.

He’s been crying. Hard.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. It was all me. Everything,” more tears fall, “Everything was my fault.”

You would protest, but you can feel some sort of pain reliever kicking in, unconsciousness sneaking in again, and if you’re being completely honest, Taehyung’s words are still floating around there somewhere, sparking that familiar feeling of inadequacy.

Sleep really doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

“You know you’re the most important person in my world, right?” he sniffs. “The most important. There’s no one else.”

The night ends with endless whispers and I’m sorry’s and with each word, spoken clearly and with undeniable sincerity, you start to think that maybe you are enough.

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long time no update, eh?? sorry, guys! my new job has taken over my life and then i injured myself and i just really didn’t feel like writing during all of that. sorry if this is bad.

title taken from the song “let it happen” by jimmy eat world because i saw the chance and i fucking took it, don’t judge me please. 

Am I Ugly?!

I mean.. I knew this already but fuck. You know how they say nobody is ever with somebody out of their range? Like, y'all are usually relatively attractive. If you're considered an 8 your partner will be in the same range; either 7 or 9. SO I was thinking… IS THE ONLY REASON WHY UGLY NIGGAS APPROACH BECAUSE I’M JUST AS UGLY??? Whoever I end up with ain’t gone be fine. Ugh, ima have to settle :’(

So I’ve come to a realization. 

I don’t really cry at movies. I never have. I probably never will. Sure, I’ll feel sad if a character dies (or if the dog dies), but it’ll just be a momentary thing and I’ll move on. And I think the reason for that is I watch movies, but I don’t get super invested in them. They’re only about two hours each, and so it’s hard for me to REALLY care about that person’s life to cry when they die.

No, what gets me is finales. TV finales. I will ugly cry at all of those fucking things. Friday Night Lights. Chuck. The West Wing. Parks & Recreation. Leverage. I just rewatched Warehouse 13 and ugly cried all alone in my room. 

For a long time I wondered if there was something wrong with me because I don’t well up at the ending of Titanic (um, spoiler alert for sadness?). But then I hear “Chuck. Kiss me.” or “Endless wonder.” or “Yes. I’m ready.” and it’s like… thank god. I’m NOT a completely heartless automaton. 

I think I’m going to go ahead now and rewatch some of my favorite finales tonight. I don’t know why, it just seems like the thing to do. 

So if you hear me ugly crying, don’t worry. Everything’s perfectly normal over here.