too much screwing with the curves

Cosplay 101: Failure is always an option and that’s okay

My niece asked for a rainbow sword for her birthday and how could I say no to that request? She’s still pretty young, so EVA foam is a good choice.

Got the two halves cut out, that didn’t take long. Normally I’d glue it together, but there’s a separate polycarbonate piece that needs to be cut out, so for now, I’ll tape it together so I can bevel it.

That’s a pretty good bevel job! Just needs a bit of heat to clean up the edges, maybe a bit of spot filling, but hey! Battle damage!

The other side isn’t bad either! Needs a bit more sanding and heat to smooth things out, but looks good!

Between the three pictures, it only looks like a few minutes of work. The reality? This was an hour of work. Why an hour?

Because I kept messing up the second side. 

Messing up sucks. On the other three, I probably had the bevel perfect before I pushed a bit too hard, or caught the foam in the sander, or kept sanding when I should have stopped. But I didn’t, and I messed up, and I had to cut a new piece and start over.

And that’s frustrating, especially if you’re on a budget, or have limited time or resources.

But every screw up taught me what worked and what didn’t work. I learned how much pressure I needed to keep the bevel even. I learned the curved edge catches easier on the disc sander. I learned which direction is easier to bevel in. These are things I wouldn’t have learned if I didn’t make mistakes. And now I know what to do the next time I bevel EVA foam and now I know my next attempts will be better.

So fail, and fail repeatedly,  accept you’re going to fail, especially if you’re trying a new skill. But learn from your mistakes and keep on going. That’s the only way you’ll become good.

BTS reaction to their S/O being insecure about their weight/stretch marks


Jin would be kinda saddened that you didn’t love your body the way it was. He would constantly tell you that he loved you how you are. He’d kiss your stretch marks and say that they made you more beautiful. “You’re perfect to me, sweetie. I love your stretch marks and your weight is perfect. Don’t you think any different.”

Originally posted by missbaptan


Yoongi would be supportive of you and try to make you less insecure. He would say that weight really didn’t matter to him and he loved you for your personality, not your body type. He’d always tell you how much he loved your curves and you don’t need to change. “Babe, you’re beautiful. Screw those weight standards. Your curves are beautiful and so are your stretch marks.”

Originally posted by lostinbangtan


He would be pretty confused on why you felt insecure about your weight. Hoseok thought you were the most beautiful person Inside and out. He loved the curves of your body, running his hands over them and tracing the lines of your stretch marks as you laid in bed together. “I really love your body, you know that? I think you should love it, too! You’re just like an angel!”

Originally posted by hoseokxx


He would understand why you were so insecure about your weight. Namjoon would know it’s the annoying beauty standards that society pushes onto women. He hated that you felt you had to look like that to be beautiful, because to him, you already were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He’d always say how much he loved when outfits showed off your curves and you should be proud of them. “Who cares about what society wants. You’re gorgeous and if people don’t see that, then who needs them.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Jimin would really understand where you were coming from since he thinks he always needs to lose weight himself. But when it came to you, he never understood what you didn’t really like. He would love to kiss over your stretch marks softly and softly run his fingertips over your curves. “I know you don’t like the way you are. I don’t like myself much either… but if I’m perfect to you, and you’re perfect to me, isn’t that enough?”

Originally posted by ohparkjimin


Tae would absolutely love your curves. He would get so sad when you would say how they made you feel insecure and how you didn’t like the stretch marks on your body. He would tell you it’s one of his favourite parts about you. That just because your body isn’t what’s in the magazines doesn’t mean it’s not perfect. “Y/N, I love feeling your curves when we cuddle and making little pictures out of your stretch marks. It makes you who you are, and I love every bit of it.”

Originally posted by jjks


Kookie would stop you every time you started to talk bad about your body. He hated when you did. He would just pull you into a hug and tell you that your body type isn’t important to him. Jungkook would just talk about how wonderful you were and how weight was just a stupid number that only shallow people cared about. “You’re perfect to me. Your body is mine. Every curve, every mark, scar, mole. It’s all mine. And I’m so in love with every bit of it as well as every bit of who you are.”

Originally posted by jenorise

Study Session - Teacher AU

He tucked some hair behind your ear softly. “You want to feel good, don’t you, sweetheart?” He was in your ear again, and the feeling of his hot breath gave you chills. You nodded. “Okay, well I can do that for you, but you have to promise me one thing, okay?” He paused for emphasis. “You need to keep quiet. Wouldn’t want to be getting caught like this-” Without warning he snuck a hand under the waistband of your jeans, “-would we?” 

 genre: smut (sexual tension, public places, fingering)

word count: 3.4k

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anonymous asked:

Hello there! How would an autistic person with high sensitivity to sounds react when exposed to an fantistical amount of a disturbing sound (ex. a scream from a being in the sky that can be heard across an entire continent that caused glass to shatter and deafen people near it) provided he was safe enough from the physical effects of hearing it?

To be honest, a neurotypical person is also going to have an extreme reaction to this kind of sensory overload. What makes autistic people's​ sensory needs unusual is that our our thresholds for “acceptable” sensory input tend to be significantly different from neurotypical people’s. The ability to be over- or under-stimulated is not unique to autistic people, it is just that a neurotypical person is much less likely to experience it in their day-to-day life.

This is explained quite well in this post from, which has got some graphs which make the point very clearly:

Everyone – autistic and otherwise – has a comfortable range of input for each sense. For example, you have a comfortable range of temperature – if you’re much hotter or colder than your comfortable range, then you’ll be unhappy. Similarly, you have a comfortable range of volume – if it’s too loud you might get a headache or feel stressed, if it’s too quiet you might be unsettled or anxious.

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[image description: an informal graph comparing the comfortable levels of input for 3 neurotypical people - they are all almost the same]

Most NT [neurotypical] people have a pretty similar range of comfortable input. The point at which a sensation is “too much” or “too little” is mostly the same from one NT person to another. And there’s generally a pretty good correlation from one sense to another, too.

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[image description: an informal graph comparing the comfortable levels of input for 3 autistic people - they are all completely different from each other]

In comparison, autistic people tend to have much more varying levels of comfortable input. That means their comfortable range might be a) much narrower or wider than the NT average, and/or b) offset higher or lower than the NT average. Not only that, but the comfortable range in one sense may be offset  or expanded in one way, and the range in a different sense might be offset completely differently. All in all, autistic sensory experiences are a classic example of how we tend to occupy the extremes of any bell curve you care to mention.

The kind of noise level that you’re describing - shattering glass and loud enough to be heard across an entire continent - is very solidly in the “too much” range for neurotypical people as well as for autistic people.

Now, what would the reaction look like? The immediate reaction is likely to be the same, regardless of whether the character is neurotypical or autistic:
Clasping their hands over their ears, screwing their eyes shut, hunching their shoulders defensively, moaning in pain.

Longer term, your character is likely to experience sensory overload. I do not know how long the noise goes on for. It might be that the autistic character reacts to the sound as if it had been going on for much longer - a neurotypical character might react in pain to the noise, but not experience other ongoing symptoms of sensory overload if the duration is only short. Alternatively, a neurotypical character might experience sensory overload to a lesser degree - they might have trouble thinking and feel distressed and irritable, but without actually reaching the point of shutdown or meltdown. An autistic person will not necessarily have a shutdown or meltdown, but it is probably useful to read our masterposts about them so that you can have a better understanding of what’s involved.

You might also find it worth looking at our ‘personal accounts’ tag to read some first-person accounts of what shutdowns, meltdowns, and sensory overload feel like.

An autistic character is likely to take longer to recover following exposure to the noise anyway, and this is likely to be compounded by other characters’ reactions after the noise has stopped. Even once the noise itself has stopped, I imagine that other characters may react by crying or panicking, but these just mean that the character is exposed to even more noise, as well as an unusual social situation (Jude has to remind themself that it is not socially acceptable to yell “SHUT UP!!” at a guy who is distressed, even though his crying is piercing into their brain, which is still ringing from the scream).

Depending on what suits your narrative, you can help your character to recover more quickly by giving them a low sensory input environment to retreat to (low input from other senses as well, not just auditory) and possibly giving them the opportunity to use something like a weighted vest - many autistic people find that deep pressure helps calm emotional and sensory overload. Alternatively, if you want to be mean to your character, you can put them in a busy environment, surrounded by lots of people and with loads of information to process.

There is also the possibility of your character having a delayed reaction to the sensory overload, where your character is still affected by the sensory input but is able to function reasonably well for a while before it becomes too much.

-Mod Snail

New York Baby

Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader

Request: Can you do a Steve and Reader(mutant) where her powers are ice like, but stronger than ice. And the two get close but then the reader pushes Steve away cause she is scared to hurt him, but then Steve does his fluffy stuff and the two end up together
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings
2,410 words

Notes: SO, IT TOOK ME A MONTH TO WRITE THIS? I’m so sorry of the long wait! :( My writing has been off lately and I’m BURIED in college work so I apologize. Also, this took a complete different direction from what I wanted and it’s not my best but I hope y’all enjoy it! I guess it’s the corniest (?) thing I’ve ever written, lmao. Ps.: I didn’t mention it but I imagined a sokovian!reader who was involved in the Ultron battle. Yep, so…ENJOY!


Steve lets out a deep sigh as he takes in the silence in the apartment, not stopping himself from burying his pounding head between his hands. 

From the couch he can see everything you’ve left behind. 

Your collection of bands CD’s right beside his vinyls. The colored skeletons of your books mixed with his old sketchbooks. The McDonald’s toys you always insist in getting everytime decorating the shelves. 

He feels too; the sweet faint smell of your perfume still lingering in the air. And tastes; the strawberry from the lipbalm you’d ‘tested’ on him before buying. 

He doesn’t exactly know how things came to this point, where he’s sitting alone in his apartment with an annoying ache in his chest while you’re already long gone and away from his apartment. 

This just isn’t how things are supposed to go.

Steve is a man out of time, his company and friends mostly consists of highly trained assassins and he risks his own life for a job. 

But he’s had enough fucked up things in his life already and he refuses to let the only solid aspect of his life to just go away like this. 

He’s spent too much time avoiding things and way too much time being alone. 

And you. You just happened to be the spark he needed in the right place and right time. 

And well, he fights for a living. So he’s most definitely fighting to have you back. 

Just not in the ways he’s used to. 

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anonymous asked:

OMG Jo and Alex in that Ep made me cry! Can you please write a continuation of that scene where they talk some more?

The position he found himself in was not exceptionally comfortable. Either physically or emotionally. Jo had finally fallen asleep a couple of hours ago, but Alex couldn’t turn his mind off to get sleep for himself. He kept thinking about Jo and what she had said. How many times had she struggled over the past four years with something related to her husband and he hadn’t known? How many times had he held her in his arms to comfort her from the ills of the day when in reality she was thinking back to a trauma with her spouse? How many times had she suffered alone since they had broken up? How many nightmares, how many regrets, how many sleepless nights had she endured that he was unaware of?

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Just Friends

Requested Imagine: Can you do a oneshot (deanxreader), where they have been best friends, but they secretly like each other and he can not stop staring at her ass. And just likes her as. Like when guys try and hit on her he slaps her ass (playfully) to show them she’s his.? It’s weird, so u don’t have to do it. But I love your writing❤️❤️❤️

  • Dean x Reader
  • 1276 Words
  • Dean’s POV
  • Warnings: sexual content, obviously. Cursing.

Dean licked his lips, slowly craning his neck to get a better view of your ass as you leaned over the table. The images swarmed into his mind like a river. He could be screwing you on that table, right now, if he wasn’t so goddamned scared, and if he thought it wouldn’t ruin that perfect friendship the two of you had somehow built.

His hand covered the front of his jeans, trying real hard not to excite himself too much. It was the way your ass curved, how plump it was, it turned him on. It’s ways been that way—always. Since the two of you met.

You stood up straight and Dean caught himself before you turned around and saw him, smiling hugely at him. He returned the smile, giving you a slight nod before he blew out some air and returned to his studying.

Dean walked up behind you, his structure tall and proud. There was a man over in the corner watching you with hungry eyes, lustful eyes. Dean felt his protective side emerging, grabbing your hips playfully, although not too much where you would understand what he was doing.

“You almost got it, doll!” He grinned. “Man, I might marry you yet.” He winked at you and slapped your ass then stepped beside you to watch you pull back the cue.

You laughed, though he could see some panic in your eye. Both of you shuttered at the thought of marriage, though he constantly thought of married life with you. It was there, inside his mind, hidden behind all the illusions he created between you two. “Come on, Dean. You know you want this.” You began to sway your hips, leaving Dean feeling helpless. If he had it his way, he’d love to kiss you right there.

“Oh, baby. I’d love it.” Dean smirked and leaned against the pool table. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh and nearly miss the ball, but you hit it and two of yours went into the same hole. “Fuck, I need you.”

It was a game. He thought it was nothing but a game to you, pretending to thirst after one another. For him, it was all too real. He watched you rise up and set the cue against the pool table. Your arms draped around his neck, he thought lovingly, though he might have been wrong.

“Take me, baby. I’m all yours.” You purr in his ear, but it doesn’t last long. You pull away, laughing and walk around the other side of the table to take your next shot.

“You asshole!” You shrieked, wiggling away from Dean, who was holding you close. “Let me go!”

“Say you love me.” Dean smirked. His arms were crossed over your chest like a guard and his body was pressed against yours. He felt you squirm and he liked it, thinking he would like to do so more often. He was teasing you, of course, but deep down, he wanted you to mean it.

“Fuck you!” You laughed and bit his arm, playfully, but it still caught him off guard. If only you knew…

As you walked away from him, he rubbed his arm and stared down at your ass. He itched to touch it, to see it without anything covering it so nicely. There were nights he went so far as thinking of sneaking into the shower with you, nights he fantasied about it. He was caught in a net of infatuation and with his best friend.

“Dean?” You looked over your shoulder at him with your eyebrow raised high. Dean snapped himself out of it and looked at you, your face. “Hello? Earth to Dean! Where were you?”

Thinking of you… He wanted to say, but it was hung in his throat. “Sorry, thinking about this case.” He mumbled. His palms felt sweaty and his heart was beating superfast. He licked his lips and looked over at the table that was full of books and papers, all sprawled out. “What were you saying?” He glanced back at you.

“I was saying while I’m in the shower, why don’t you go fix us up some burgers? It’s been a couple weeks since you made them.” You smiled at him, that beautiful smile he loved so much. In his mind, he was tracing those perfect lips with his thumb and kissing him until they turned red and swelled up.

He knew you didn’t fully enjoy the burgers he made, you mostly let him make them so he could have the fun. He loved making you dinner, he loved making you anything because it was the one way he could show he cared without giving himself away. He tried making dishes here and there, following recipes correctly, though he had to admit, nothing ever really came out right. You still tried them anyway. “Sure.” He smiled and nodded.

You giggled and walked out of the room, Dean’s eyes following you as you went. He sighed and leaned against the chair, putting most of his weight on it. “Damn it, Winchester…”

It wasn’t long before Dean had finished the food. Tonight he even made some fries to go along with it, cooking those to perfection, just the way you liked them. He wanted tonight to be a good night.

You came running into the kitchen, nothing but an oversized t-shirt on. Dean glanced over and paused, looking you up and down. It wasn’t the first time you danced around in nothing but a shirt, especially one of his shirts, but tonight just felt different. Sam wasn’t home, he wasn’t here to give him looks and tell him it wasn’t right to want you.

Dean licked his lips and fixed your plate up, like he always did. He knew just what you liked. “Ready to eat?” He asked.

“Starving.” You walked over and placed your hands on the counter, bouncing a little as you went. You smelled the food and a grin spread across your face. “Dean… you’re amazing.”

“I am.” He grinned back and sat the food on the dining table. He looked back to see you reaching up, trying to grab something too high for you. For a split second, he forgot about the friendship. He could see the lace you had put on underneath the shirt as it rose up, several inches higher than it was before. That lace was his favorite. Anything lacy, in fact. It was see-though, too, showing bits and pieces of your skin.

Dean walked up behind you and grabbed your ass in both hands. The sensation took him over, he had been waiting for years to do this, to smack it around. He slapped it and made you jump. He was sure that would leave a mark, if the squeezing hadn’t already. “Y/N…” He growls. “New rule: you’re not allowed to wear anything but your underwear when Sam’s gone.”

You were frozen, breathing very lightly. Dean wondered if he had gone too far, if he upset you. After all, you reminded him daily how good of a friend he was. He never wanted to be just friends, he always wanted more. He wanted to know what you tasted like, what you felt like.

“Y/N.” He tried to explain himself but you turned around and placed a finger on his lips. With a smirk, you tugged the shirt off and threw it over his shoulder. You were wearing a matching set, the top just as see-through as the panties were. Dean turned you around and roughly grabbed your ass again. You let out a soft moan for him.

Mr. Lester's Defense Squad Leader (Sequel to 'This is Not the Place Danny Boy)

Summary (A sequel to ‘This is Not the Place Danny Boy): Someone insults Phil in class and Dan outs them in front of everybody trying to defend him. 

Words: 2058

Genre: Fluff; Teacher x Teacher

Pairing: Phan

Warnings: One swear or two

A/N: I suck at endings and summaries please don’t hurt me. Also somehow I had turned off the ask thing so you can send me prompts now. 

(You can read the first part here)

“I’ll see you tomorrow and if you forget the homework, I’m going to shove knives down your throats, I swear to God.” Dan yelled at the students who were now collecting their things and walking out since it was the last period. His hands were shaking and needless to say, his pants were getting uncomfortably tight.

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anonymous asked:

Where did you get your Aradia Horns? you make a cute aradia<3

Thanks! :33

This is a quick tutorial on how I made my horns, it’s a little crappy, but I hope you’ll get the general idea! If not, there are many tutorials around on tumblr and one will probably be able to help you!


So here’s an up-close picture of my horns. To craft them, I used
- Special screw that you usually put in walls (I have no idea how it’s called)
- A rope
- Aluminium
- Model Magic
- Plastic piece of something to put under a chair (once again, I have no idea how it’s called)

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Rise And Fall

6x10 reaction fic

He sees Dalton again in a dream. Wispy and opaque and in flashes of nonsense the way dreams are: His shoes clacking on the polished floors. Some unidentifiable student handing him a cloth-covered book in the library. He sits at a handsome heavy oak table, puts his feet up and realizes he can’t read the title. It’s blurry, gibberish. Then not even there at all.

He’s in biology, stacking sheet music, watching dust motes swirl and quiver in a beam of sunlight coming from a window he can’t see.

He’s in his dorm waiting to shower. He’s in someone else’s room, wearing a red and white McKinley Titan’s gym T-shirt.

He’s on the staircase, floating down as if he were flying with the skylight spinning above, spiraling down and down and down. Kurt is there. He holds out his hand. He smiles. That’s when the fire starts.

Someone is telling him to go, run, go. It’s his own voice. But he can’t. He can’t just leave his kids and leave Dalton, it’s safe there, they need it, they need him. He can put out the fire, he can. If he could just stop panicking for a second.

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Fighting so hard to love the reflection in my own mirror, but how easy can it be when the one thing that made me love myself has continued to be absent for so long?

Fighting so hard to understand that health and emaciated are very different but when you’ve become so comfortable with the latter, it’s hard to accept when some clothes may be too tight.

Fighting so hard to remember that curves and a confident smile are more sexy than loose fitting clothes and disordered rules will ever be, but years of discipline still screw with rational thoughts.

Fighting so hard to remember that eating things like pizza and dessert is much needed, normal, and healthy even if you don’t exercise that day.

Fighting so hard to accept the changes in my body because of the changes in my life. And it won’t be forever, but a long time is still hard on the soul.

Fighting so hard to smile in the midst of wanting to cry. Fighting so hard to be a good friend, daughter, girlfriend, and athlete, because they all deserve the love I receive.

Fighting so hard to remember that the strength I’m forming and that is being created will help me so much and I just have to continue to take steps forward.

Why can’t Fitz have love?

I didn’t think there was anything to this. I really thought it was just a coincidence. But after 4,722 Hours, I’m not so sure anymore. 

Why is Fitz always made to be love’s chew toy? Do the writers get some kind of weird satisfaction out of singling him out and making him miserable time and again? 

We’re well into the 3rd season now and to date, Fitz is the only member of the original cast that has never had anyone interested in him romantically (to the point where his affections were returned). Daisy is already on her third love interest, tying her with Ward – the freaking villain of the show – if we’re counting his fling with May. Bobbi and Hunter wasted little time in hooking back up once Bobbi joined the team, May, a woman who couldn’t have seemed less interested in romantic relationships has had some action from Ward and Andrew. Hell, even Coulson had Audrey and now has got some serious chemistry going with Rosalind Price. And of course, Jemma had the flirtation with Trip and now the space boyfriend.  

And yet the closest Fitz has ever come to this was a, “Maybe there is,” followed by a long-awaited dinner that ended with Jemma crying about another guy that she fell for while Fitz was working night and day to save her life. And this is after he spent two seasons being in unrequited love with Jemma as she flirted with Trip, oogled Mike Peterson and lead him to believe that she didn’t feel the same way about him. 

I’ve experienced unrequited love in my life more times than I care to talk about and I know first hand that it’s not something you ever really get over. So maybe I’m not entirely unbiased here because I identify with Fitz so much, but this seems so unfair to him. 

Fitz is a good person with such a big heart. Why is he always the one left miserable and heartbroken? Doesn’t he deserve to be happy too? It makes me sad to see this constantly happen to him just because he had to fall in love with his best friend, who couldn’t seem to figure out what she felt for him, and as soon as she did, life threw a giant curve ball at them that changed the whole thing, with Fitz once again being the one who got screwed over.  

I’m just saying, if I’m Fitz, then I’m getting pretty sick and tired of my feelings being jerked around so much. 

I just wonder if there’s a little voice in Fitz’s head saying, “I’ve been in love with Jemma in one way or another since I was 17, and all it’s brought me is heartache over and over again. I sacrifice myself to save her life, winding up with brain damage, only for her to leave just when I needed her. Then after she got sucked into the monolith, I spent every waking moment for over 6 months trying to find a way to bring her back after everyone else had given up, risking my life to do it more than once, and now I’m trying to find a way to rescue the guy she fell in love with while I was doing all that for her. I can’t just stop loving Jemma, but at what point do I become the world’s biggest chump for staying so devoted to her?” 

I feel like sooner or later, something has to give and Fitz will decide that he can’t do this anymore. That’s why I kind of want Fitz to find someone else. Not permanently, but if Jemma is going to be occupied with space boyfriend for a while, I don’t want to see Fitz dejected and heartbroken again. We’ve already been through that. So I would like to see him try to get passed that and find someone else. Someone a bit less complicated, who understands what they feel for him and is upfront about it. Someone who can show him that he’s just as deserving of love as everyone else. Because I suspect this is something that Fitz hasn’t really had much of in his life. 

Why can’t Fitz just meet someone nice, who cares about him for who he is and genuinely wants to be with him without dangling their affections in front of him like a worm on a hook, making him think that his feelings don’t matter? Doesn’t he deserve love like everyone else?  

Plus, I kind of think there’s a part of Jemma that (knowingly or not) takes Fitz for granted as the guy who will “always be there.” And maybe she doesn’t feel as much urgency to be with him as he feels for her because he’s the guy who will be forever devoted to her no matter how many other people she considers before she settles on him. I want to see her get a wakeup call and find out that maybe this isn’t the case, that Fitz is capable of attracting someone who’s not her, that he won’t just keep waiting around for her while she spends an eternity figuring her shit out. 

anonymous asked:

I love that your older Frisk has the breasts even when they're nonbinary, since I also have them but identify as NB. We can't help our body parts. Thank you so much.

It’s kind of a problem that peeps keep putting genders on certain physical features, so I’m more than happy to shove some diversity into my character designs. I’m nonbinary too and I’m like, entirely made out of curves, so. screw that noise, peeps can look any way they want regardless of gender

boobs are for everyone