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anonymous asked:

100 ways to say I love you?

1. “Everything is gonna be okay”

2. “We can go outside if your having anxiety”

3. “i’m here if you need to talk”

4. “your really something aren’t you”

5. “I like you just the way you are”

6. “i worry about you”

7. “your my favorite”

8. “I believe in you”

9. “your important to me”

10. “i care”

11. “I was just thinking about you”

12. “i noticed

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The soul of humanity

“So, that should about cover it Captain.”
“That’s good Roger. I trust that you have a handle on things. It all looks good.” He tapped a few places on his data pad Before setting it down to lift a still steaming cup to his lips.
“I know I’ve been here two months, and I’ve tried not to ask, but…” He paused, looking up at the wall over the Captain’s shoulder. “Is it real?”
The captain raised his eyebrows as he swallowed, recognizing that gleam in his new first officers eyes. “Real?” He put down his cup. “Yes it’s real. That is absolutely sure. Is it the original? There’s no way to know something like that. It could have been changed out a dozen times before such things mattered.” Nathan stood and moved to the small relic hanging on an ornate plaque. “It is the oldest confirmed however. Would you like to hold it?”
“Can I?” He sat forward excitedly.
“Sure.” Nathan lifted it reverently from its place, and carefully handed it to Roger. “The problem becomes the same as the ship of theseus. How many parts can be replaced before something just isn’t the same thing anymore?”
The knife was somehow heavier than he expected. The handle had been roughly drilled out to accommodate the bolts for the brackets which had once held it in place. While obviously well cared for, and fogged with a resistant nano-coating, the blade was pitted with age. It was a standard issue kitchen knife for the time it had been issued, not special on its own in any way. He examined the point, and could see where it had been repaired and resharpened uncountable times. The point had either been rounded off or broken at some point, and ground back into piercing sharpness.
The Captain continued, “They kept ‘em running for dozens of years past any of the others of his model. Scavenged parts at first, when manufacturing stopped. Custom machined bits when those ran out. They say that some of the last silicon based micro processors in existence are on one of his motherboards in the smithsonian back on earth.” He held his hand out, and Roger carefully returned the blade. “He was a wonder. A hero.” He set the knife back on its perch. “In many ways he embodied our collective human soul.” Nathan turned back to Roger, “I saw him once myself, as a child, at a parade before the incident with the K’arneen. Saved the whole Goddamn human race by throwing himself into that reactor.”
“I’m proud to be serving here on his namesake Sir.”
“Good. I am proud to be her captain.” The emergency klaxon chimed as a red light blinked above the Captain’s ready room door. “Looks like it’s go time. Let’s show them what it means to piss off humanity.” They both passed through the door to the bridge, filled with a flurry of controlled madness. “Status helm?” Nathan said, looking up at the Imperial dreadnaut filling the forward screen. A dozen miles in length, and half as many thick. He could see energy pulses issuing from it, and being directed towards it. Explosions randomly blossomed and died across it, seemingly doing little damage.
“Battle was already in progress when we arrived. I believe we have been able to detect the main reactor core, targeting now.” The helmsman said, not looking up from her controls.
“Good. Engineering? Are we ready?”
“We are ready. Activating integrity field, and quantum string edge now.” The voice from the communication panel chimed. Energy danced out across the hardened, disk shaped, hull. An elongated prow jutted from the bow, a knife edge forged from pure neutronium, pulled from the heart of a dead star, honed until the edge was lost in the plank scale quantum foam of time-space.
“Target locked Captain.”
The Captain pressed his com for a ship wide announcement. “All hands brace for attack. Helm. Ramming Speed.”
“Aye sir.”
The E.S.S Stabby McStabface was suddenly thrust toward the dreadnaught by powerful sublight ramjump engines. The enemy was crew shocked, fully unprepared for such an insane maneuver. Their energy shields were useless, heavy armor no match for the sharpened density of high velocity neutronium. Stabby plunged full bodied into the enemy ship, cleaving through its heart before emerging unscathed on the far side. As she turned to begin another pass; a blast wave of radiation, gas, and debris rocked Stabby as the Dreadnaught came apart.
“Captain enemy vessels are beginning to move away from the area.”
“Follow them, and take them out. Target larger vessels first. Show ‘em what Stabby’s got.”
“Aye sir.” The Helmsman said, plotting the next attack vector before engaging the ramming drive.


Ok I’m bored so ima tell y’all a wild ass story that happened to me first semester of my college experience; the story of when I got laced by a wild thot with some CRACK. Let’s get into the tea gorls

So I went to art school for communications design. I dont go there no more because it was hella racist, but a different story for a different day. The campus I went to was way up north, in Utica. Never heard of it? Didn’t think you would. Just imagine if the worst neighborhood in Detroit was an entire town with like no people and cows. I don’t know about y’all but at my school we had this thing called late night where we get snacks and shit in the cafeteria after dinner. I was one of 6 black boys in my entire school so it was always dry. So this particular late night I had got a pink wig and started fucking around and giving these crackers some life to entertain myself. My extra ass being who I was did stand-up for the entire night. Since it was early in the school year tho I aint really have no solid friends, so the people who I was gonna go smoke with finished their food and left me like some fucking snakes. When I was done I was deep in my feelings lol because bitch… gon spark up…..without me???

I was like “y’know what idgaf, I don’t need you niggas” because I’m likable, right? I could talk to anyone I wanted and make friends. That’s what my dumb ass thought even though I knew damn well these all were some back woods ass white people from Cousin Fucker Nowhere. So I’m standing in front of the dorms like “ok, if I was a white person who loved giving free weed to negroes, what would I look like?” and as though Satan himself heard me, this girl wearing dem Jerusalem B.Cs (you know what I’m talmbout) and a bright jacket that had to be from the thrift store because it smelled like pickled dick and horse radish extract walked past. I was like DING DING DING, gotcha Becky!! So I was like “omg hi sis, I always see you in class and I think your style is so cool blah blah” and all that fake shit. Naturally Linda felt gassed af and immediately offered to let me smoke with her. Yeah, yah boi got it like that.

But mama ain’t raise no fool and I seent Get Out so I don’t go nowhere with a white person without at least one other poc with me. So this couple I’m good friends with now was walking out of the dorms, we just gon call them Peanut & Jelly. They were quiet and both shy people so they didnt hang out much yet. They were also native and latino which was good enough for me so my loud ass was like “Aye, y’all smoke??” it’s 2017 so of course they smoke and I invite them to come smoke some of Margret’s weed. Consider it reparations. Since they ain’t have no friends they were happy to come join us. Smh y’all if you see this I’m so sorry I got y’all into this lmao. Anyway Trisha was like “Super duper the more the merrier, let’s go :))” with her wild ass. But I remembered I still had some of my own weed left so we ran to my room and got it, but I ain’t have no bag to carry it in. So Ingrid said “Oh, I have a bag you can put it in” and pulled out this ashy ass ziploc bag. RED FLAG NUMBER ONE. But my clueless ass thought she just had some plaster or some shit in there before since we went to an art school. Smdh.

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Shortly before we depart Peanut and I are getting everything together and making sure there’s no smell. While this is happening Jelly watches Rebecca spread some “dust” on her gums. RED FLAG NUMBER TWO. This nigga thought it was candy dust or something. No one in this equation is particularly bright. But anywhore, we started making moves to this parking lot/roof that we usually hung out at. I was hoping my friends fake asses would be there so I could ditch Jill’s ass. Peanut & Jelly I ain’t mind because they were cool once you got them to talk. I could tell they weren’t feelin Harriet tho lol and tbh neither was I but would your ass turn down a completely free spark up??? Didn’t think so. We get to the roof finally and I start checking my jacket to find I forgot my mini bong in my room. So Elizabeth is like “Oooh awesome we can smoke out of my pipe!” and I’m like lol you bougie ass bitch just call it a bowl. But my fake ass just said “Litty gorl, load that shit up!” thats exactly what I get. She starts loading her “pipe” up and I notice both my weed and hers lookin a lil ashy. AND THATS RED FLAG NUMBER THREE

It’s like 11 at night tho and we only had street lights so I didn’t wanna call Susan out and end up lookin a fool if it was nothing. So I just let her do her thing and pull out my lighter so we can make it do what it do ya feel? So we smokin and I’m having a pretty good time. I feel proud of myself and shit for scamming little Mary Ellen and getting a full spark up after my niggas rolled out on me. I’m like “haha bitch you did that and you high as fuck”. Me being the funny nigga I am in my head, I make myself laugh. Then I realize for someone who smokes pretty regularly and only had two hits, I was already shmizzed for some reason. I look over at Peanut & Jelly and both them niggas lookin like

“Already??? Huh, that’s weird”, young nigga Kam thought to himself. But once again it was free weed so I shut my Nancy Drew ass up and let it go. Debra passes the “pipe” to me and I hit it harder this time because I ain’t pay for it so ima get mines. Because I hit it so hard I kinda taste it and bitch, that shit tasted like Mary J. Bliges leather boots and plastic. So I’m like “yo Amanda, what’s good with your bowl the weed taste weird?” And it ain’t like weed has a particularly good taste but I know it damn sure don’t taste like that. Emily proceeds to say “I don’t think anything’s wrong with the weed, might be the other stuff tho” As soon as she said that shady shit Peanut and I’s heads snapped to look at her like “Bitch….what other stuff??”

Jelly at this point is checked the fuck out, like this nigga is walking through space or some shit. That might just be him tho cause that nigga always acts weird when he high smh. That ain’t the point tho. This raggedy Ann ass hoe starts giggling and laughing like someone said something fuckin funny. I’m sitting there confused and high as shit still got the fucking pink wig on, Peanut got her ass riled up and with good reason because we both know we just asked ole girl a question. So Peanut says one more gain “Did you put some shit in the fucking weed?”. By now I think Amber realizes the joke is nay and she’s close to getting stomped out. Here comes the climax of the story y’all. This bitch gon roll her eyes like we being extra and say “lol it’s fine, we just smoked out of my crack pipe and I haven’t cleaned it yet” When I tell you the entire world went silent, I heard SZA wheezing into her microphone miles away. My ass, Peanut ass, and even Jelly incapacitated ass was all like


Jelly just started laughing like he just heard the funniest thing ever in his whole life. Peanut was staring at Tina like she was preparing her alibi for the police when they find that lil girl’s body. And me, you ask? I was just thinkin bout my girl Whitney. Like sis, is this how it started for you? I was looking at Rachel all hurt. Et tu Becky? All a nigga wanted was some weed and now my ass sitting on a roof high off crack. Suddenly time returns to normal and the only thing my faded ass can muster is a “Pardon me???” Helen continues to chuckle like she Tiffany Haddish up in this bitch and tells us that she smokes crack and weed out of that bowl sometimes, and that we had placed the collective weed in her coke bag. Jelly stupid ass still in the corner laughing to keep from crying because I knew that baby voiced nigga was scared. I’m so astounded at this point that I can’t even drag this wild ass bitch. Peanut however, is not me. Lort I never seen anyone but my momma yolk somebody up so fast! She smooth slid across that asphalt like

Grabbed Ellie, and said “BITCH HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?? ARE YOU SERIOUS??” and started shaking that bitch like she was tryna give her shaken baby syndrome. Jelly managed to get himself together enough to try and keep his girl from going to jail. What was I doing? Well I knew I had a choice, I could help Peanut throw Taylor off the roof, or I could help Jelly keep our good sis from catchin a charge. So I chose the smartest option. MY ASS STARTED TO HIT FOOT.

That shit wasn’t none of my business no more!! Bitch the link up is over! The deck is DONE. I could already hear my momma belt whoopin my crack head ass in my mind, no thank you ma’am! My black ass was done for the night. As I’m running back towards campus I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around to find Jelly running behind me, dragging Peanut along by the hand. Chloe however, is nowhere to be found. I ain’t stop running tho. Was it fear, was it anger, was it the adrenaline pushing me to run? Nah I was on crack so it was prolly that lol. We run until we’re two blocks away from campus and I’m finally too tired to run, which surprised me because I always assumed crackheads were just like the enegizer bunny. So we’re catching our breath and I’m tryna keep from falling over because I feel hella whoozy, but I manage to ask “What happened to Bobby?” Peanut proceeds to tell me she took one good fist, and dropped Katy like a bad habit. I was proud of sis too because she’s twig thin and I thought she was meek af. We start walking back to the dorms and all 3 of us are just silent. Ain’t nobody got shit to say bitch we on crack. Peanut and I lived 2 doors down from each other so they go in her room and I go in mine after we say our good nights. I go in my room and my roommate is there with his boyfriend. Immediately my roommate is like “lol you’re high af” and my overly trusting ass gon tell him “This girl laced the weed with crack”. This cracker ass bitch gon look at me and say “oh really…..are you ok?” like I just got into a small argument. Like nigga….I GOT LACED WITH CRACK DO I LOOK OK???

So I sit down and start watching videos on my laptop to try and distract myself from my anxiety because a nigga was SHOOKT to the core. My roommate and his boyfriend were just watching me like I was a good ass episode of something. I don’t blame ‘em tho, I looked wild af. I was twitching, teetering, and sweating like shit even though it was late September in upstate New York. Now this fake ass bitch gon take a snapchat video of my crackhead ass trippin and put it on his story for everyone to see. Needless to say after that day ain’t nobody fuck with Molly ever again. One good thing did come out of it tho, Peanut, Jelly, and I became real tight after that. And what became of Becky you ask? She made sure to steer clear of all 3 of us and my friends lol because they threatened to cut that hoe. Moral of the story children? Don’t trust white people.

Mocking Differences.

Request: Hey darling, can I request one in which Harry is famous an dating a normal girl but his friends keep making fun of him because her job is not so glamorous and Harry, at some point, is a bit of a jerk and tells something bad about her job and they fight but he realise what he did, apologise and they make peace?

Growing up, everything you wanted wasn’t handed to you on a silver plate. You watched you parents struggle with money and stress themselves out to have you living, under a roof and getting great education. You were thankful for getting into uni with a scholarship, landing a job of your own and a small condo. 

Being a ticketing cashier at the cinema wasn’t a job you hated. You had made friends, saw different faces everyday and it was minimal to have costumers being rude to you. 

You met Harry through a friend when you were visiting Holmes Chapel with your friend, staying with her for 3 days as it was a holiday. You hit it off and 4 months after knowing each other, you started dating. 

Now, two years later, you both were happy and in love. You were used to it by now for Harry to meet new people, sometimes people who do him wrong, sometimes people who stay for a short time. 

So when Harry told you about a new group of friends he met, telling you stories about his day and stories of them; something just didn’t fall right to you. 

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It’s done!!! Sorry I didn’t post anything yesterday, my tablet and computer were both being stupid with the batteries dying but they’re working again. Yay!

THE BLUE SHIRT WAS CHOSEN (RIP 1999, 2017. Loved by many (no one on tumblr (besides me))(RIPx2). you got no votes you poor soul (shirt))

Anyway, this is a gift for @kiekyun because your art gives me so much life. I really love everything you draw, you really are a very wonderful artist and I hope to be as good as you some day! (I’m sorry about no background, I really suck at those) I don’t know if you’ll actually see this but if you do then please let me know what you think! :D



I finished all the Heathers! [+ Veronica] <3

… They all look so good, I’m so proud of myself! ^-^

My favorites are Heather M. and Veronica.. because those are the most accurate of the four ;)

As of the time I am posting this, none of these outfits are up for download yet… But I’m going to link my TheSimsResource profile so that you can follow me and watch for the uploads!~

Other than these, I will be posting graphic tee’s with “Heathers” quotes on them, and I might possible post some “Heathers” poses, too! [musical related stuff, though!]

[Click here to go to TheSimsResource!]

Once again, I would kindly appreciate reblogs and constructive criticism! I’m kind of rusty at making CC… so I’m always open to suggestions! Also, if you know how to make things base-game compatible… that would be so helpful! <3

yall i managed to watch nct 127’s performance and im still emotional over it. like ive never been so whipped for a group before but like as i was watching them, i could actually feel myself tearing up and i was like “bitch wth get it together”, but really they did that and put everything into their peformance tonight. im just so proud of them and they really tried to communicate with fans, and their Spanish was really cute and pretty good. i don’t think y'all understand how much i love them. yeah, im a little sad that i didn’t get to see it in person (like i live in am i doing with my life) but like damn…they did that.

Newcomers Pt 26

As was tradition, Ceran’s mother organised the preparations for his Crowning and his father took over finding him a wife. Letters were sent to every elder and high ranking member or those part of prestigious families that the new Chieftain was looking for a wife and that any unmarried daughters they had were to come and be presented. But Ceran had his own idea, he had come from humble beginnings and called a meeting of some of his supporters, these were men roughly his own age and some he had known from his home town. They shared a lot of his views and some had openly challenged him but he had swayed them to see a different path. With letters of summons he sent them into the city to invite low ranking families or even peasants who had unwed daughters to come. He had given them this task as on his behalf they would speak to the families and their daughters and see if they thought they would be worthy.

It was now three days after Ceran had been elected Chieftain and he was about to meet the various girls of which one he would choose as his wife. He wore his smartest tunic that had been made for him and through two very large doors his potential brides were waiting.

“Nervous?” his father asked.

“I’m shitting myself”

His father looked at him confused.

“It’s a Human expression, is means I’m scared”

His father laughed and Ceran looked up at him, he had not heard his father laugh in a very long time and it seemed so unlike him and out of place.

“Son” he said resting his hand on Ceran’s shoulder “I know I have not been a very good father to you, and we do not see eye to eye on a lot of things. But…I am proud of you”

Ceran looked up into his father’s eyes, those words he had wanted to hear for so long that he had almost given up hope he would ever hear them. He embraced his father who did the same smiling, Ceran’s bodyguard were smiling at this tender moment under their helmets. To them he was still so young.

“Right” his father said “Let us not keep the ladies waiting”

In the hall it was full of mothers and their daughters, the daughters dressed in the most elegant and expensive dresses that they could afford which for some was beyond sanity. Others who Ceran’s men had invited sat in simple dresses some of which they had made themselves. The mothers moved around their girls fixing the dress into place or touching up their makeup and putting their hair into various styles.

The ones who were not from such rich families were clearly visible and were the subject of more than one snide remarks, but like them they had the letter of summons and thus had as much right to be there as they did. The their annoyance.

Ceran stood by the doors, his legs were shaking and his breathing was erratic, all he had to do was signal the doormen and the doors would open but he did not.

“Need a little push?” his father said signalling the doormen and nudging his son forward.

When the doors opened the entire hall turned and curtseyed in the traditional manner, those that were sitting on the chairs shot to their feet to do the same. Ceran walked alone as his father held back a few paces, this was his son’s moment.

“Welcome all of you and thank you for coming”

He looked at them all as they raised their heads to look at him and he saw how beautiful some were, so much he almost forgot what he was planning to say.

“Um…yeah I am looking forward to meeting all of you and….good luck? I guess”

He turned around and looked at his father for some guidance but he just gave the thumbs up. So no real help at all.

The room was silent except suddenly someone at the back burst into laughter, clearly finding his awkwardness hilarious.

“I’m sorry……I’m sorry” she was able to say before falling into another fit of giggles.

Ceran couldn’t help but laugh a bit himself but righted his posture before nodding to one of his guards and returning to the back room.

The guards then began calling names and they would go into the back room to meet Ceran to the anger of the mothers they were not allowed to follow their daughters.

The first was the daughter of an elder who like him came to Geeda after it was burned down during a battle with the Benamar main forces.

“Greetings…Opoli is it?”

“Yes Chieftain” she curtseyed and sat opposite him, there was no table between them as Ceran thought it would create a barrier.  

“So what do you like to do for fun?” he asked and her face could conceal her shock, she did not expect that.

“Um…I err…I do know how to dance a little and I read”

“Oh really I love reading, what kind of books do you like?”

Ceran’s interviews as the Humans called them seemingly were about nothing and he would ask them about their family and what siblings they had and such. Then he would broaden the topic to include what they thought of the war or if their roles were reversed what kind of Chieftain would they be. Many of the girls had planned on winning over the young Chieftain by seduction or showing off their skills in various dances but all he wanted to do was talk and get to know them. Sometimes he would get carried away and begin speaking like a rant or speech and his father would have to shout through the door for him to shut up which would put him on track once more.

Hours went by and those who had spoken to the young Chieftain were sent home and forbidden from speaking to those still waiting, many heard the mothers of those girls shouting at their daughter for some reason or another believing they had failed.

Ceran was laying on floor, his back hurt as he had been sitting in that dam chair all day and he was tired. At the request of his father he had taken notes but to many it did not matter which girl he took as a wife only that he took one. In fact he had to actually command that he do this at all, as it was often done that a Chieftain would see a girl he liked and grab her. Or send a letter of intent to their father or mother but he wanted to know he would at least get along with his new wife.

“Got time for your big sister Chief?”

He looked up and saw Selan standing in the entrance to one of the side doors and he shot to his feet and embrace her.

“Oh am I happy to see one girl not trying to win me over”

“That is because you are my brother and I am under no obligation to like you” she said slapping him over the head and walking to his desk and going through his notes. “Bloody hell how many have you met?”

“I lost count ages ago”

“Do you want to know what I think?”

“Not particularly but I’m sure you are going to tell me anyway”

She then threw his carefully laid notes into the air to his horror “Stop taking notes, stop trying to organise things and stop thinking”


“You use what’s in here too much” she said prodding his forehead. “Use what’s in here” he pointed to his chest. “Feel, don’t think, I’m sure more than one girl has caught your attention and you can think of them without looking at your notes”

He was silent for a few moments before he replied “A few”

“Well there you go then” she clapped his shoulders then went to leave.

“Wait did you just come here to tell me that?”

“No, I came to annoy you, and tell you that we need to tomorrow to measure you for your Chieftain robes for the Crowning”

“Oh right”

Selan winked at him and left leaving him alone except for a guard by the door.

“How many more?”

“About 20”

“Lets get this over with”

The doors opened once more and another girl came in for him to speak to, he tried to be as keen and energetic as when he first started but he was tired, he was not use to talking to people this long and mentally he wanted just to soak in the bath.

But one did bring him to full awareness.

“…wait what did you say?” he asked.

“Oh you are listening I thought I was boring you” she said uncrossing her legs and leaning forward.”Sorry I’m nervous and I crack jokes when I’m nervous” she said rather sheepishly.

“What did you say though?” he pressed.

“…I don’t want to repeat it”

He looked at her in a manner of saying he could force her too and she looked around to make sure no one was with them. “I said if you wanted to, you could take me here and not wait till the wedding night”

He laughed “Well it made sure I listening”

“Which you weren't” she said without thinking and instantly regretted it.

“Indeed I’m sorry”

“No no you don’t need to apologise”

“Why not?” he asked.

She froze and looked to the side in thought “I don’t know that’s just what I always say”

Suddenly they heard someone shouting outside the door and she put her head in her hands “Oh please mother” she complained.

“What’s going on?” he called and a guard poked his head through the door.

“A woman is demanding to be let in, she says she is the girl’s mother”

“Tell her to wait like everyone else”

“Yes Chieftain”

Ceran looked at the girl in front of him, her dress was little more than a summer dress with her hair loose but brushed mercilessly straight and she wore very little make up unlike the others. She was clearly not from a rich or prestigious family.

“Taleena isn’t it?”


He put his pen and paper aside “Do you like to read?”


“I feel proud that people actually look to me and can see themselves in that. I don’t feel like I felt pressure ever. I always felt good that I was, like, first of my kind in what I was doing. I enjoyed that I brought the diversity. But I would never be trying to influence anything or try to stamp myself as a religious statement or portrayal of anything. I am me. I’m just doing me.”

Victoria’s Secret Show ‘16

Request: I read your recent about SNL so can you do one where you’re a VS Angel and Shawn goes to the show to support you since you guys are dating? Only if you’re comfortable writing it!!!

Just a short one as a welcoming back. And probably not the greatest!

Word count: 968

Ps. Below is Shawn’s reaction!

Arriving in Paris is a dream come true. I have been to Paris before for some shows and shoots but this time I was really stepping my foot into the modeling world. I was going to be walking, for the first time in The Victoria’s Secret Show. Having my favourite people around made it even better. Shawn has taken time off to come watch, which makes me extremely nervous – way more then I already am and I get to walk it with my best friend Bella.

Seeing the runway for the first time my heart swells and I am lost in my own world. Imaging the audience, the cameras, the lingerie, and the shoes. Bella grabs my hand as we head up onto the runway and I am beside myself. So many seats, so many people.

After many rehearsals we are prepared. Well almost, getting handed our VS Pink robes and our cute lingerie – which I will definitely be keeping as I know someone will appreciate. I wonder what other ones I could keep? 

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Why You Should Play Tabletop Role Playing Games or: How I Opened Up And Became A Better Person By Playing Pretend Superheroes

The podcast I do with my friends, @rolltobreathe​ , has become a huge part of my life and a very important thing for me. Tabletop Role Playing Games are fun and engaging and challenging and bring people together and they’ve made me a better person. They are Important.

I never really roleplayed.

I can’t remember a time where I didn’t know what Dungeons & Dragons was. I always knew that it was the Extremely Nerdy Thing that only Extreme Nerds play. A handful of dorks in a basement all around a table rolling dice and shouting spells. Why would anyone ever play that?? Board games are just shitty versions of video games. Maybe it would have appealed to me more if I really understood roleplaying, but aside from the couple of times I entered a Yahoo IM Roleplay Chatroom as a young teen, I never really roleplayed.

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BEFORE: Jan 31, 2016 118 lbs
AFTER: Feb 18, 2017 104 lbs
Literally had no clue I lost SO much weight in about 1 year and 2.5 weeks. I knew the scale changed but I honestly couldn’t see any difference. I know that when I measured then and now it was at least 2 inches lost everywhere but I still saw zero change.
This evening I wanted to try on my prom dress for this year to see if I’m getting close to my goal weight in terms of looks.
I’m super surprised at how different it all looks. My back fat is no longer being squished around by the straps, the top of the straps don’t dig into my shoulders, and the bottom two straps are even very lose when I pull them out a little ways (of course they’re still lopsided because this dress was altered to fit another girl years ago)
Even on the front view, it is muucchhh less tight. My boobs aren’t as big (yay for me tbh) and don’t create unsightly cleavage (bleh to me tbh). It also doesn’t tightly wrap around my waist. It now just nicely goes around just enough to stay where it is but not tight enough to create a little muffin top lol
I also just noticed how before I was wearing SPANX! So even then it wasn’t my true figure.
In the new photos I was wearing only underwear. No Spanx to hold it all in cause there isn’t near as much to hold.
Also notice how the thigh slit used to be tight against my legs. Now is just cascades down as it should.

I am so proud of myself for doing this weight loss the right way with healthy food and just exercise when I can fit it in.
Good job you.
You did it.

Barbie says I have a sixteen inch waist Barbie says What?

What’s that you say? How did I get my sixteen inch waist?

Well, I removed two ribs, a kidney, and half of my intestines- 

but don’t worry, Barbie says, I donated my kidney.

Barbie says Look. At. My. Neck. Isn’t it long isn’t it thin Ken loves

to see all that skin Barbie says My neck can’t hold the weight of my head up so I lean on Ken’s shoulder 

Isn’t that romantic ?

Barbie says You want to know how I maintain my figure?
Barbie says I practice breatharianism! Plants are alive and humans are alive and I am mostly sort of barely alive plants survive on light and air, so why can’t I survive on light and air?

Barbie says When I look in the mirror, all I see are my bright white teeth and double d tits!

Barbie says I am the embodiment of the phrase top-heavy and I am proud of it.  

Barbie says Don’t tell Ken, but my back hurts all the time, she says The weight of silicone drags me down 

but you know what they say! No pain, no gain! Barbie says My wrists are three point five inches 

Barbie says Well, no, I can’t lift anything, but that’s hardly the point- Ken loves it. Barbie says Men looove a helpless woman.

Barbie says Ken broke up with me

- am I not good enough? Barbie says I changed myself for him, I killed myself for him, when I look into the mirror I can’t see me.

Barbie says There’s nobody to be beatiful for,

Barbie says It’s getting hard to breathe,

Barbie says I don’t remember how to love myself


Disconcerting Appearances

Originally posted by apocalypsethetyler

Request: Back atchya again with another request! Could you to something about trans body positivity with Tyler?

Summary: Trans!Reader (ftm) is feeling down in the dumps when he looks in the mirror and isn’t very satisfied with what he sees. Tyler’s a good friend and helps get him out of his rut.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry this one took a bit longer than what I hoped. I mostly just had a little bit of trouble getting into character for this fic. I personally am not trans, so it takes me a bit longer to get a good grasp on how these situations might play out. Either way, here it is. As always, the italics signify the inner monologue of that character. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 616, much shorter than I’d like, but I didn’t want to push it

Warnings: insecurities? I mentioned hooters, I hope no ones triggered by that lol

Request some more! I have quite a few right now, so it’ll definitely take me a while to get to them, but I’ll try to get through most if not all of them by this week!

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first run in MONTHS. months i am telling you. sadly i injured both my knees after my race last july and essentially had to retire my running shoes a while.

damn has it sucked. i’ve never been injured before. i also never realized how much running did for me, both physically and mentally. running dominated the start to my weekends! saturday mornings were always started with a long distance run, thus setting an amazing tone for the rest of the day (and sunday too). running for the weekend was a way to clear my mind, own my time, and give myself a little platform to say ‘yay, self!’ for a couple hours. whenever i needed something to feel proud of, i’d go on a run.

without running, my body has definitely gotten into a different shape than i am used to. i have struggled with that a ton. and not being able to run to get into a good headspace has been compounded the anxiety and frustrating i’ve felt at how i look/feel. a viscous cycle, huh? frankly, i’m nervous to be posting these photos. BUT! being in shape doesn’t extend only to your ~shape~ and i’ve noticed my body growing and changing in other ways that have been pretty awesome, too.

anyway – today i went and hit the pavement for my first run of 2017. it wasn’t easy, it wasn’t pretty, but it was MINE and i’m so happy to be getting back out there, slowly but surely.

thanks @macattackyo for your note yesterday! xox!!