this is probably my favorite picture of her

anonymous asked:

Who is your fav member of the moonLit squad also who is that gem in the blogs header image ?

Well.. I hate to admit this but Citrine is my favorite member because she’s really pretty to me and her fusions are as well. That’s probably why I’ve fused her more than everyone else in the Moonlit Squad. (I’m a horrible person for that)

And our icon is Carnelian and Crystal Quartz’s early concept fusion, Morganite. You can see in the picture that she still has shoulder gems, something that we have gotten rid of since early 2016.

As you can see, we’ve come a very long way lol

The Front Bottoms song meanings
  • Flashlight: it’s about someone having a hold over you. this is a recurring theme throughout a number of songs on our album. Our favorite line from the song is “I can hear your dog whistle from my bedroom”
  • Maps: This song is pretty self-explanatory. It’s about the idea of not knowing what’s next. Accepting the fact that your life won’t be as comfortable as everyone makes it out to be when you’re younger. It’s about finding out life is a longer road than you had expected. Favorite line: “Let me be a raft on a blue sea I’ll blend right in”
  • Looking Like You Just Woke Up: This was the quickest song we wrote. It happens to also be the shortest on the record. Same idea as from Flashlight - just someone having a hold on you. (One of our good friends fell in love with this girl that still had a boyfriend and so in order to make time with the girl, he hung out a lot with the boyfriend and her. He slowly found out that the girl he thought he loved was kind of a bitch and he found that maybe the one he really loved was her boyfriend. They have somewhat of a romantic relationship now. And they are living together.) The vibe of this song comes from that situation. Favorite Line: “It probably won’t get easier, just easier to hide”
  • Mountain: This song is actually about buying drugs in Pennsylvania. The line was originally “I bought weed. A big bag in Pennsylvania. I’m gonna light it up when I get home to Jersey” We changed it because none of us have bought drugs or smoked ganja. ever. Favorite Line: “They’re gonna ruin my whole summer. Stop taking pictures with your phone. Stop taking pictures with your phone.”
  • Rhode Island: we met a kid at a punk rock festival we played in Rhode Island. He didn’t do much talking and we called him the Zombie Kid because he was passed out in a pile of sticks. The next day when he came out of his coma, he was asking us about directions on the best way to get passed NYC on a bike. His summer plan was to ride from his home in Vermont to Florida. All that he had with him was a backpack full of drugs. No joke. Drugs. Then we shook hands and he went on his way. On that same tour - two months later - one of our last shows were in New York City, and guess who we fucking see? Zombie Kid. Backpack empty. We asked him what happened and he said he made it down to South Carolina and had to turn around and come back. favorite line-“She says you gotta promise not to break not matter how far you are bent, she says you gotta shift my position and try to get comfortable again”
  • The Beers: It’s about the same deal. Someone having a hold over you, so much so that you’d be willing to put yourself in danger, to change yourself in order to make them like you. But the song is all over the place and that’s just a small part of it. Favorite Line: “And it’s an aerial view from your house to my room”
  • Father: I put myself in someone else’s body and I wrote this song about my life.
  • Swimming Pool: The voicemail in the breakdown is from one of our friend’s dads to our friend about some dumb shit about a girl. He saved it and we added it later on to our song. Months later, the girl’s mom cornered me in the grocery store and asked me if we could take that voicemail out of the song. But we’re punk rock so we left it.
  • Favorite Line- “There’s comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool”
  • The Boredom Is The Reason I Started Swimming: I got stranded in Germany one time and I missed Thanksgiving. Side note: On Thanksgiving, I ate a hot dog with some weird potato shit on it in Amsterdam but it was still mad good. As I was walking around Berlin, I found this circus of freaks - it was more or less a sideshow act but it was free so I went in. I met a dude who was a gangster drug dealer, he let me stay at his house and was actually super nice. He cooked me food and went to Amsterdam with me. But while I was staying in his house he explained to me the rules of the streets in Berlin. Everybody pays, everybody’s head is in the noose, everyone is part of the program.
  • Bathtub: There’s so much in this song. Take it for what it’s worth. Favorite line: Please take me off speaker phone, this is a private conversation.
  • Legit Tattoo Gun: This song was originally called “MJ” because when we put it out we gave it two different names on two different websites. If you know this song as “MJ,” you’re way more punk rock. At one point, I was making out with a woman who was making out with a lot of other people. It was a mutually beneficial relationship. Favorite Line: “I am not a dirty god, I don’t have a dirty body”
  • Hooped Earrings: This is about a friend of mine that asked me to be there with her when she came out to her mother. Favorite Line: Curly hair don’t look good cut short.
MBTI Types as Fantastic Beasts

INTJ: Demiguise. Sees the mess that you’re about to make and either sidesteps it gracefully or sorts it out.

ENTJ: Erumpent. Despite their intimidating form (death glares, resting bitch face and horn), they are actually quite nice. 

(an ENTJ showing their affection)

ISFP: Nifflers. Steals anything that fits their aesthetic and unknowingly causes chaos.

ESFP: Billywigs. Anything it jabs you with may cause a mild case of giddiness.

ISTP: Swooping Evil. Very nice when you get to know them. Also knows a few ways to kill you.

ESTP: Occamy. Can adjust to any enviroment. Pretty badass too.

ENTP: Fwooper. Known for singing a song which can drive a person insane.

INTP: Nundu. Is silent and can create a virus lethal enough to wipe out a village.

ISTJ: Thunderbird. Can sense danger, cause thunderstorms (the ISTJs inner badass) and Frank was on his way back to his natural habitat. (go Frank!)

ESTJ: Graphorns. Very thick skinned and kinda violent (pls dont mess with them- its for your own good)

ISFJ: Murtlaps. Their tentacles are used for healing cuts but are surprisingly feisty at times. (an ESTP was annoying my ISFJ friend after a bad day and then… well lets say he’s still scared of her till this day)

ESFJ: Bowtruckle. Will always be your favorite no matter how annoying they get. Kinda insecure too and always looking for reassurance.

INFJ: Unicorns. Do I really need to explain?

INFP: Mooncalf. Adorable and only come out during a full moon, probably to take pictures for their tumblr. #aesthetic

ENFP: Pixies. Do they have an off switch? They’re always ready to cause chaos. ALWAYS.

(an actual picture of my ENFP friend)

ENFJ: Puffskeins. Everbody loves them. Do not object to being cuddled and hum when they are content. (idk what this has to do with ENFJs but whatever)


It’s been a while since the last time I drew my Lapis/Peri fusion, Larimar. I finished these two days ago ! Despite the fact I started them 2 weeks ago and then forgot :d

I’m glad I didn’t choose Aquamarine as a Lapidot fusion because if the rumors about the new gem are true my fusion will still be legit lmao - Anyway I had my reasons when I chose Larimar, . The elements and colors are perfects, and then I recently found its meaning…Plus it’s my favorite gemstone !

Now, about the picture itself…I just wanted to draw random expressions. I also wanted to draw her with Steven because she would love him so much haha

I’ll probably add more sketches of her, I just didn’t finish anything except these.

Oh. And by the way  : My headcanon for her voice. I’m a huge fan of Alice Francis and her voice sounds…perfect ?! I love thinking about Electroswing being a good theme for a Lapidot fusion (I kept listening to this kind of music when I made Lari for the first time)and I’m glad I found out I’m not the only one.

So I work at Walmart; last night I was having one of the worst nights. My managers kept messing up my breaks so I would go 30 minutes early and I was told to take my lunch after being there for 2 and a half hours on a 9 hour shift. It was crazy busy and by the last few hours of my shift, I was tired. This woman and a girl (maybe about 4 or 5 years old) comes through my line. I do my “hi how are you guys doin’ tonight?” And she looked at me and goes “fine.” She was very short with me and didn’t really seem like she wanted to talk and I wasn’t in the mood to pry. We’re almost finished with her transaction and she goes “OH! honey! Look at her pin on her vest!” And I was like “huh? Which one?” And this woman is all excited trying to get her daughter to look at my vest. The daughter looks at me and goes “HARLEY!!!” -one of the electronics managers gave me a ‘Daddy’s little monster’ Harley Quinn pin.- the little girl is all excited and goes “SHOW HER!!! SHOW HER THE PICTURE MOMMY!!” And her mom starts playing with her phone and holds it to me and goes “she LOVES Harley Quinn! She was her on Halloween! She watched makeup tutorials for two months to learn Harley’s makeup!” And listen, you guys… that little girl was the cutest thing. Her makeup was really great too by the way. But just to see the mother come through and just seem to hate the world until she saw the button and got to show me the thing her daughter was most proud of was probably my favorite thing last night.

At The Beep (Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader)

Summary: A love story told through single sided voicemails.


Mi sol: my sun

Te amare por siempre, mi sol: I love you so much, my sun.

Este es mi último adiós: This is my final goodbye.

Hasta la próxima: Until next time.

Espero verte pronto: I’ll see you soon I hope.

pollito: little chicken (used as term of endearment to call someone cute)

Espero que sueñes conmigo: I hope you dream of me.

Me haces tan feliz: You make me so happy.

chulo: cutie

Tengo que irme, Te veo dentro de poco. Adios! : Gotta go, see you in a bit. Bye!

Mi querido: my dear

Madre: mother

mi hiji: my daughter

familia: family

cariño: sweetie

Eres mi sol: You are my sun

Feliz Navidad: Happy (Merry) Christmas

Hola mi sol: Hello my sun

Hasta pronto te amo: See you soon I love you

Mi amor: my love

Te amo con cada fibra en mi cuerpo.: I love you with every fiber in my body

Buenos días, mi amor: Good morning my love

Despiertate!: Wake up!

Warnings: character death, miscarriage, alcohol, swearing

Word Count: 2,782

Notes: This is my first fic so I got a bit carried away… also, I’m not fluent in Spanish, I don’t know anything about it really. I just thought it would be a cool idea to have the reader and Lin converse in Spanish so I apologize if I have made any mistakes. Please let me know so I can change them! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to message me anytime : )

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anonymous asked:

Can i request a Yurio x fangirl scenario? :)

Yuri’s Angles < ⦜ ⦦ aha. Hope you enjoy !!

f/b = favorite band



The seatbelt sign was turned off as the plane begun to steadily drift above the clouds. A whimsical purple-pink sunset painted the sky. A girl with lovely [h/c] hair wearing [c] sweats and a [f/b] shirt leaned against the window uncomfortably in her seat, her left leg proped up on her seat, barricading her phone from the person sitting in the middle.

‘I CANNOT BELEIVE THE YURI PLISETSKY IS STILL SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I have to get a picture- but I can’t look like a stalker- not that I am, of course. I mean, If you saw your favorite celebrity of course you would want a pictu- oH MY GOSH HOW LONG HAS MY LEG BEEN UP LIKE THAT AAA he probably thinks I sit wierd iTS COMFORTABLE OKAY.’

The girl, [y/n], slowly lowered her leg and sat up in her seat, holding her phone close to her chin. The boy seemed to be too intrested in the show he was watching on the screen in front of his seat to notice.

‘But now he can glance at my phone whenever he wants and I can’t guarantee a Yuri edit won’t pop up on my feED NOPE.’

[y/n] disconnected from the plane’s wifi and turned her phone to airplane mode. She began to tap through the tv selections on the screen attached to the back of seat in front of her. She quickly snuck a glance at the boy sitting next to her. 

Yuri Plisetsky was wearing an olive green army jacket over a black hodie and a black shirt. He wore leapord print sweats and he had big headphones with cat ears on. [y/n] figured the headphones were too big not to be noise canceling, and he seemed to be watching a show about crying mothers.

‘Wait, is this Say Yes to the Dress?’

[y/n] stealthily glanced at his screen, but then became sucked into the show, leaning a bit foreward to try to read their lips.

She then felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned to see Yuri offering her an earbud, the headphones he was wearing now back around his neck. He had a smirk on his face, as if he had just caught her doing something she didn’t want him to see.


[y/n] gingerly took the earbud, freezing a bit when her fingers touched his, and placed it in her left ear. She leaned a bit closer, using her arm rest, so she could see the screen better. Yuri did the same, their heads just almost leaning on one another.

‘AAAAAA- you know what? This, this actually feels nice! Relaxing. Not how I thought meeting him would be..’

After about 20 minutes, [f/n] decided to rest her eyes, only to fall asleep against Yuri’s head instead. 

“Excuse me m’am?”

[f/n] groggily opened her eyes to a foggy window and docked planes. She put a hand on her forehead, which wasn’t as cold as it should have been if she had leant against the window the entire time she slept. She hazily pushed a blanket off of her, too sleepy to wonder when she had put it on. She turned to the hostess, one of 3 left cleaning in the abandoned airplane.

“The plane landed a couple minutes ago.”

“Oh! Sorry! I’ll be right off.”

“No rush, darling.”

20 minutes later [y/n] quickly paced through the empty halls of the airport, groggily trying to connect to the airport wifi.

‘Sorta creepy when there’s not a lot of people here…ugh. I can’t believe I fell asleep like that. I didn’t even get to ask him anyth-’

She stopped walking to rub her eyes at she stared at her camera roll. There were 2 new photos and 1 new video.

The first was a picture of her sleeping on Yuri’s shoulder, Yuri looking off to the side dramtically, pretending not to notice her.

The second picture was of Yuri giving [y/n] a peck on the cheek, but only his red flushed nose and tinted lips were visible in the shot. [y/n] was also now covered with an airplane provided blanket.

[y/n] had to slap herself to guarantee she wasn’t hallucinating from the jetlag. After that, she played the video:

“You really shouldn’t have a picture of me as your lock screen if I’m also the password, angel.”

‘oh my gaaaah he did that little smirk at the end i cant belie- wAIT WOT’

[y/n] searched through her apps, pink rising to her cheeks from embarrassment and being a bit flustered, to see if he posted anything or messed around with something. To her surprise, everything was left the way she had left it.

All except, she had a new contact named ‘Call me, angel’



“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.”
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.“

So, I got these pictures of my Feyre Cosplay a while ago and I’m in love. I enjoy just being her SO much, she’s probably my favorite character to do. ❤️
The wig is not how I imagined her hair, but I didn’t have time to get a new one and I thought it was fitting. I’m going to get a new one soon!
You can’t imagine how much I miss my tattoo arm. I want it back 😭

Enough of my thoughts, it’s credit time!
Pictures were taken by Miclast (Facebook) and the lovely costume design is from @taratjah .
I asked her before starting the costume if I could use her artwork and she allowed me to do so. Which is awesome and I’m forever grateful <3
(That’s actually a very important point. Always ask the artist before just redoing their art and respect their choice!)

My Mistake Chapter 2

Pairing: AJ Styles x OFC (Jessica), mention of AJ x Charlotte

Rating: General

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1,572

Summary: Jessica, a stylist for WWE, has a special friendship with AJ Styles, spending most of her time with him. But after the Superstar Shake-up and Charlotte coming to Smackdown, Jessica’s relationship with AJ changes drastically. And Jessica is not sure she can handle these changes.

Inspiration: “It’s my mistake for not making you love me more. It’s my mistake for loving you more than you love me. I did not make you love me more as much as I do. It’s my mistake” - SNSD “My Mistake”

Chapter 1

“Okay Jess, truth time.” Carmella says, bouncing onto the bed, finishing having showered and changed, curling up next to me.

I had bribed Tamina with the key to my hotel room, since I was rooming by myself, she jumped at the chance to not be forced to sit through our shitty picks of movies to watch tonight. Like they were the types of movies that are so bad they’re good, with the horrible animation and everything. But we did through in a few of my favorites to make me feel better, like “Robin Hood Men in Tights” I need a good laugh. Anyway, Carmella and I would have gone to my room, but my room, like always, is right next door to AJ’s and I just didn’t want to deal with him. Not tonight anyway.

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We don’t believe what’s on TV -Chapter 3

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10…>>

Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

Tags: @kwien-cee @saoirsewhittle @standalls @anonimereader06@shantayok@thiscuriouslymiss @dashofsunshineblog

In this chapter: Finding an explanation. Help. A solution. Understanding.

I had regained consciousness for several minutes already, but I didn’t dare to move or open my eyes. I was afraid of what I was going to see when I woke up, afraid of still being in this other unreal reality. What a lapse, an unrealistic reality. I could hear the beep of the heart monitor, the people moving around, and I felt the same antiseptic smell that poked my nose. I was back in that damn hospital bed, with slight chances of being back in my world. I felt the previous panic coming down. I had gone mad, okay, but panicking like that wouldn’t bring me anything good or going to help me understand.

Taking advantage of the tranquility I had, pretending to be still asleep, I began to think. I passed all the seasons of the show in my head, one at a time, trying to find an excuse, a possibility. The nemeton? It had the power to attract supernatural beings … but I wasn’t one, so I ripped off that possibility. The ghostriders? They roamed the worlds by riding horses and lightning … but I was sure no lightning or smoke had struck me before I found myself in this forest. There were several elements that didn’t work and I couldn’t figure out how I could have found myself in this world. And a major element that didn’t work was the presence of Allison Argent, who was supposed to be dead since season 3B.

Then I remembered the pain that I felt in my heart when I saw her. It was probably due to the shock to see her alive.

Seriously … why me, why now, why here? How do I wake up from this dream? How do I find my reality? As I couldn’t wake up from this dream, there were two possibilities left, madness and … I didn’t even wanted to think about the last possibility. The one that I was in the world of my favorite series, with my favorite characters.

Including some hyperactive teen with pale skin and moles that took 80% of my cell phone picture space. That same boy that often populated the world of my dreams.

My phone! There had to be proofs of my life, pictures of me and my friends, my family!

And especially pictures of the show, which I would have to explain… I absolutely had to get back my phone.

I had to wake up one day. So slowly opened my eyes and immediately felt my heart beat in my throat. I had to calm down, to be strong, to understand.

However, what I saw didn’t help me calm down.

My wrist that wasn’t wounded was tied with thick, solid straps to the bed-rails. They really didn’t want me to leave.

“I’m sorry; we didn’t have a choice …”

I recognized the voice without raising my head. It was Sheriff Stilinski, who this time hadn’t taken a chance and had decided to stay until I woke up.

“You could have seriously hurt yourself, you know.”

I decided not to answer him right away. I shouldn’t talk too much, I preferred to wait and see what happens next. Staying silent throughout his interrogation if the need was.

The sheriff rose and approached my bed and I kept my head down and my mouth closed.

“I’d like to understand what happened to you, young girl. I only want to help you, and for now your parents must be very worried. Can you give us their number? ”

For a moment I almost opened my mouth to tell him. Tell him everything. After all, it was Stiles’ father, and he knew about the supernatural. Perhaps he would understand me. But I didn’t. I kept my mouth shut because I knew that even if he called my number, no one would answer. Because in this world, I don’t exist.

Seeing my silence, the sheriff sighed.

“Can you tell me your name?”

I thought for a moment before answering. I could tell him that.

“Y / N …” I mumbled in a hoarse voice before scraping my throat. My mouth was very dry.

“Well, it’s a start,” he added, and then noted it on a piece of paper. “And you’re from here, Y / N?” He asked me.

I hesitated again. If I told him, would he understand? Should I take that risk?

At the same moment the door opened, causing me to lift my head from the void I was staring at. It was Melissa, who came in to whisper something to the sheriff, something I heard.

“Eichen House says that no patient of her age has escaped recently.”

In the name Eichen house, my whole body tensed. That cursed place. The place where Stiles had gone in season 3B. The place where Lydia’s grandmother had been killed, the place where Lydia had been locked up in Season 5, and where a crazy doctor had made holes in her head.

“But they are ready to take her if it is necessary.”

My breath stopped and I began to panic. There was no way that I’ll go there, there was no way! My eyes filled with water and I pulled on my bonds looking at the two adults with horror, wide-eyed.

“Not there …” I mumbled, which made them both raise their heads.

“Then you must tell me everything,” the sheriff continued, now having a pressure on me to make me talk. I watched them, trapped. I was going to have to tell them everything, hoping that they would believe me and not send me to the psychiatric facility of misfortune. I took a deep breath, and opened my mouth to speak.

“I come from another …”

The pain paralyzed me in the middle of my sentence. The same pain. Piercing my heart, radiating through my chest, cutting my breath and emptying my head of all thought. The pain was intolerable. The monitor next to me began to make strange noises and lights flashed. I heard Melissa shouting something, rushing towards me, all in a mist of pain. It was intolerable; I would rather have died than to experience this pain.

A stifled cry echoed in my ears and I took some time to realize it was coming from me.

Then, as suddenly as the pain had appeared, it disappeared. The beep stabilized at the same time that other doctors came running into my room. For my part, I slowly picked up my breath, my mouth open in search of air. Slowly I began to feel better and waved to them that everything was fine, but I saw in everyone eyes that they didn’t believe me.

“I … I’m okay …”

Melissa put her hand on my head to take my temperature and immediately removed it by giving instructions to the other doctors.

“We must lower its temperature …”

But I wasn’t listening to their conversation. The same pain. It was the same pain I felt when I saw Allison. The same suffering. And just before I felt it, I had said something. Something that had happened in the series. And the other time it was about the place I came from, my world. There were no correlation between these information… a truth? Like what I just tried to say?

So every time I try to tell the truth, a pain pierced my chest to stop me? Why? I thought for a moment, lost in my thoughts.

Something that didn’t exist, something that hadn’t happened yet… Something I’m not supposed to know…?

Allison’s death…

I finally understood.

“What year…”

Melissa dropped my sack of solute, and the sheriff came up to me, worrying.


I closed my eyes before reopening them and fixing both of them.

“What year is it”

The two looked at each other before turning towards me, their eyes softened, filled with pity. For them, I was crazy, they found me in the middle of the night near the forest, wounded, I just had what looked like a strange cardiac arrest and then asked them which year we were.


I jumped and stopped breathing.

“What …?” I say wide-eyed.

“We’re in 2013,” Melissa repeated, putting a refreshing towel on my burning forehead.

Everything was clear. Allison’s presence.

She wasn’t dead yet. And I wasn’t supposed to know she was going to die.

“Everything’s fine?” The sheriff asked, waiting for me to feel better before continuing with his questions. “I can come back later for questions if you don’t feel well…”

“No,” I cut him, eyes still in the void. “ I… ”

He approached me again, and I lifted my head to meet his gaze. I could only do one thing.

“I don’t remember anything,” I said.

I had to act as if I knew nothing. Forget my life before. I no longer existed, after all. He wrote my confidence on his paper before looking at me sadly.

“Really nothing?” He asked me.

“Only my name,” I answered, fixing my tied wrist. I didn’t like to lie, but if telling the truth was hurting me, I had to deal with it.

“Okay … then according to the procedure, we’re going to make calls everywhere for missing children. In the meantime, you’ll be placed in foster care…”

He didn’t finish his sentence and took Melissa further to talk to her. It’s crazy how people think that just because they whisper you can’t hear them.

“She seems disturbed, it might be better to call Eichen House,” he whispered.

“You saw her expression when we talked about it, she looked scared …” Melissa replied.

I shuddered as I heard the name of the accursed establishment again. I was frightened by the idea of going there, and also by everything that was going on. It was too much for me, I only wanted to go home, how fun it was to be in his favorite show if it means to spend his life in foster care, or worse, in Eichen House?

A sudden idea appeared in my head. It was risky, I was going to have to say something I wasn’t supposed to know, and I knew that the pain was going to hit me again. But I knew he was going to believe me and that he was going to help me.

“Scott …” I mumbled waiting for the pain, but nothing happened.

Melissa turned to me, intrigued to hear her son’s name coming out of an amnesic girl’s mouth. But I knew that Mrs. McCall knew the truth about the supernatural since season 2, and that the year 2013 was in the middle of season 3a or 3b. So I could count on her and especially on her son to help me.

“What did you say?”

Taken with a sudden courage and relief that I could pronounce his name, I repeat it more loudly and clearly.

“I want to talk to Scott McCall.”

In the next chapter: Finally, I meet one of the main characters of the show! So why am I so stressed out about it? Probably because I asked to talk to him and I don’t even know what to say? Or how I’ll react in front of him?

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anonymous asked:

where do you find pictures for your picspam? its always hard for me because i dont want to get steal someones photo and get sued :\

oooh, let’s see the best sources I’ve got for you:



  • trendhunter: i literally discovered this website about an hour ago. it seems to work really well to find fashion editorials and photoshoots, all you need is to type a theme of what you want and it’ll give you a list of articles. just be aware of the low quality of the pictures, though it does seem to give a link to a better quality along with the source.
  • fashiongonerogue: a lot of people i know on tumblr use this website and tbh it’s probably because it has a lot of great editorials in it with high quality photos.


  • doyouspeakfrench (aka fanny latour lambert): i’m always browsing her archives on tumblr for inspiration. probably my favorite photographer ever.
  • petra collins: the best photographer when it comes to “the boredom of teenage girls” and 80′s-ish stuff.
  • brian ziff: i’ve always loved his flowerly gothic work and tbh i needed to check his stuff again cause it had been at least a year since i last saw it and god, it’s looking super great.

my aesthetics blog: baunilla

there’s probably more but that’s all i can remember now. but if you need more especific help don’t be afraid to ask me, i love helping with that kind of stuff since i barely get any help myself lol
and well, about stealing someone’s photo: it’s complicated indeed but i think if you just pay attention to every source and if they mind or not if you use the pictures (or if the picture has no source it’s most likely it won’t even be a problem) it’s already a lot easier for you to make your edits without too much worry. and let’s face it, with the amount of people that use images without asking the owner for permission, it becomes quite hard for anyone to be sued or even to keep track of it lmao. but then that’s a bit of my opinion anyway…

days without discourse: 0

So in today’s topic: Why do we automatically assume Mercy is femme?

May I present a few possibilities.

1. Is it because she’s white?
White women can be butch. See: Zarya or Tracer.

2. Is it because she has her hair in a ponytail?
As a butch who has had hair long enough for a ponytail, I can tell you that it’s the easiest way to get it out of your face. So a ponytail is the optimal hairstyle for someone who doesn’t have time or doesn’t give a fuck about doing anything else with their hair but maybe hasn’t decided if they want to take the plunge and cut it short (or just hasn’t had the time to visit a hair salon to get it cut).


3. Is it because her suits all have “battle heels”?

So there’s a couple of thoughts on that. She may not have designed the aesthetic appearance of either the Valkyrie or the Uprising costume. It may have just been someone going “Your name is Angela, you’re a doctor that heals, here’s an angel themed uniform ha ha I’m so smart with this pun. And by the way since you’re a woman it’s going to be more feminine appearing with heels instead of flats” (which honestly would probably be more practical).

The other thought is, butch women can like things normally associated with femmes? My favorite example: Zarya

Not only does she wear nail polish, but if you look at her other skins, her nails are always color coordinated with her skins!

4. Is it because she has noticeable boobage?
Here’s where I point out that Fareeha also has boobs (and a ponytail while we’re at it).

And another picture of Zarya who also has noticeable boobage.

So anyway, the point is, both Angela and Fareeha could be either femme or butch or somewhere in between so let’s make an effort to have more variety with their portrayals in Pharmercy fanart.