walk with your head high

anonymous asked:

And izuku one where bakugou was telling him off (like he would in middle school) and when he leaves izuku's s/o walks over to see his head down and he's crying a little and they walk over lift his head and kiss him and there like "hold your head high hun it's Easier for me to kiss you that way" and they just end up being really fluffy?

I hope I could make it fluffy enough dear!

Izuku takes in a deeper breath and tries to ignore the way his sight gets blurry. He blinks and lowers his head a little to try and recollect himself, when he feels warm palms cupping his cheeks.

“It’s okay.” His partner says. “Could you lift your head please?”

When he does, they smile and press a kiss to his left cheek, before they kiss his right one and his nose before they press a soft kiss to his lips.

“There, it’s easier for me to kiss you like this, wouldn’t you agree?”  They ask, their palms still warm against his skin.

Midoriya feels himself redden a little and he smiles slowly back, covering the hands on his face with his own.

“Thanks.” He murmurs, his blurry sight is clear once more and he leans in to give his partner a small kiss as well.

For all my plus size girls

- Coconut oil or shea butter is great for boob sweat smelliness, since it seals in moisture (it works for me, however if you’re protein sensitive or prone to body acne you might not want to do this)

- Diluted essential oils, natural deodorant or shea butter for thigh chafing. I wouldnt recommend antiperspirant cause aluminum and all that jazz.

- Crop tops? WEAR THEM.

- They want you to ride their face but you’re scared? Do it. They’re grown. They will find a way to breathe.  (I mean, make sure you dont cover both their mouth and nose for safety reasons)

- Afraid to have sex with the lights on? Girl, they knew what they signed up for, flaunt them stretch marks. Guarantee you that your confidence will turn them on even more.

- Double chin troubles? Search for contouring videos on youtube

- Having trouble with confidence? Walk with your shoulders back and your head high, I promise you it works

-Scared to eat in fear of judgment? Please eat, they’re probably not paying you any attention and if they are? Fuck em

- Worried about if you could get away with wearing that? Well I’m telling you that you CAN. 

- Friends who make negative comments about your weight are not your friends !!!!

And last but not least important, ALWAYS remember:



“It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knen —and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents— that there was all the difference in the world.”

I’ve always seen life like a series of doors. Sometimes you get to choose the door you go through, and sometimes you don’t get that choice. But you still have to walk through it. So either you can go through kicking and screaming or walk through with your head held high.
—  Jay Pritchett
Pay attention, my dear. I’m going to tell you the secret to getting a good boyfriend. You have to be confident.
When you walk, don’t slouch. Hold your head up high like the princess that you are; if it helps, imagine that you wear a crown made of gold and silver and the minute it falls, it breaks beyond repair. Just so you know, you will never truly lose your crown. This is only an idea to keep you standing tall.
When those boys you like speak to you, look them in the eye. These boys like it when you hold back; they like knowing they have power and control and I guarantee the ones not worth it will be unable to hold your gaze.
Speak up. If they say or do something you don’t like, don’t be afraid to burn them with the well deserved words that come out of your mouth or simply leave them. You have the right to defend yourself and your values and keeping yourself in a good light is no reason to let yourself be treated like a doormat. You can still be as beautiful as you are while disagreeing; the worthy ones won’t run when you show you have some backbone.
Tolerate no abuse. As you grow up, you will be warned about physical abuse constantly to the point of wondering just how high your chances are of coming home to us with a black eye but let me tell you something: abuse isn’t as black and white as him laying his hands on you. If he says things that make you feel any less amazing than you are, you need to leave. I don’t care how much he satisfies you, regardless of the exact way he does so. Those words are smoke, his arms are a burning house and you need to escape immediately.
Know your worth. If you need a reminder of who you represent, look at your mother and the way she radiates beauty without even trying. I don’t know how she does it. What I do know, is that you can do more. You can be more than anything I or your mother could ever be. Never forget that you are capable of anything you put your mind to. Never forget that you are precious.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, How to Get a Good Boyfriend
Prove It (4/?) [Ft. Reader x Loki]

Summary: Loki receives a marriage proposal from a young princess and accepts, becoming King of his own realm. However, he gets more than he bargains for as he learns that the kingdom has more than meets the eye and he finds himself in the middle of something sinister. What will he do when he falls in love with his wife and her life is at risk?…

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With your head held high you walked towards the door, both the handmaiden and Loki walked out. You recognized Leahtin the handmaiden, she was a new hire to the castle. She began to babble an apology but you honestly didn’t care that she was kissing Loki however as Queen you couldn’t let her know that. You raised your hand in front of her and she hung her head in silence, you were surprised but didn’t show it.

Motioning to Loki with your head, you turned around and began to walk away with Loki following you. He couldn’t understand why you were so silent, perhaps you were jealous of the fact the he was kissing another woman?

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writers born under each sign

aries: flannery o’connor 

If you don’t hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you.

taurus: charlotte brontë 

“I am not an angel,” I asserted; “and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me—for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate.”

gemini: (moon) arundhati roy

“That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”

cancer: ernest hemingway 

“Never fall in love?”
“Always,“ said the count. "I am always in love.”

leo: j.k. rowling

It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew—and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents—that there was all the difference in the world.

virgo: (moon) chuck palahniuk

At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.

libra: f. scott fitzgerald 

"This son of mine,” he heard her tell a room full of awestruck, admiring women one day, “is entirely sophisticated and quite charming—but delicate—we’re all delicate; here, you know.”

scorpio: kurt vonnegut

It had given him a life not worth living, but I had also given him an iron will to live. This was a common combination on the planet Earth.

sagittarius: jane austen

“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”

capricorn: j.d. salinger

“An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.”

aquarius: toni morrison

A man could risk his own life, but not his brother’s. So the eyes said, “Steady now,” and “Hang by me.”

pisces: dr. seuss 

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.

El Diablo- Footage

I was taking the short route to my destination when an old man leered at me from a dark alley. Ugh, how cliched. “What’s in that purse of yours, gorgeous?”

Ignoring him, I kept walking, my head held high. “Hey, I’m talkin’ to you!”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a short but intimidating man with tattoos on every inch of his body walking towards us, and mentally sighed. 

“Why you little-”

“She ain’t biting the bait, pal. Back off.”

I was about to turn to him, and tell him off, but oldie beat me to it. “What’s it to you, anyways? Punk.”

That seemed to hit a nerve with him, as he lunged forward and socked the man in the alley. I screeched and stepped forward to stop him, but they were really going at it- punches being thrown everywhere, and I could have sworn I saw a golden tooth landing on the grimy pavement.

Having given him a black eye the size of a small orange, Tattoos backed off, and turned to me with a satisfied expression. “Want me to walk you home, miss?”

“No, I don’t. Just like I didn’t need your help with that guy.”

Eyeing me up and down, he nodded to himself. “That’s it, miss, we’re walking together. Dressed like that, you could get… This ain’t Metropolis, lady.”

“You imbecile, this skirt is short on purpose.”


“I’m an actress, and that’s my co-star you just beat the shit out of. We were shooting, for Christ’s sake.”

He turned beet red, and started to stammer an apology, but I beat him to it, already bored. “Beat it, Baddie. We’ll patch him up, no worries.”

“Hey, (Name)!” My director shouted, “Ask the nice man if we can use that footage. It’s so realistic.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation. “Directors and their reel, I swear,” I muttered. “You don’t have to agree if you’re not comfortable, Mister…”

He seemed to be contemplating something, then he stretched his hand forward. “Chato. Pleasure to meet you.”

I laughed, “This has the been the most terrible first meeting ever, don’t give me that ‘Pleasure’ bullshit.”

A small grin formed on his lips. “It’s been a while since I did something like this.”

“Like what?”

“Maybe we can redo that whole first meeting jazz. Go somewhere nice.”

“Hey, Rico Suave, let’s take it real easy, okay?” He just stood their quietly, trying to look like he didn’t care, like he wasn’t embarrassed and a little bit upset by my rejection.

My director, having seen an opportunity for profit, stepped in, “A 30-minute coffee break wouldn’t hurt, would it, (Name)?”

I shot a faint grin Chato’s way, and he shoved his hands in his pockets, trying resolutely not to blush. 

“Let’s go, hotshot.”

You know who you are. You honesty know what your intentions are. You know who you are not. You know what mistakes you made. You know how much people you have hurt. You know how much they hurt you back. You know the pain you are going through.

But you have to forgive yourself for everything that happened. You have to forgive yourself for hurting people even though it wasn’t what you tried to. The mistakes don’t define you. You define who you are.

Keep your head high. Smile. Walk away. Keep walking until you see at the end nobody matters. What they thought about you won’t matter. All that counts is if you realised and rectified your mistakes.

They are temporary. But you are permanent.

Because there is a difference between giving up and knowing when you have had enough.

—  The paradoxical woman | Realise and rise

auroramusic Women of the world.🌬 Let us not let the world take the innocence and natural beauty away from us. Without garments we are not to be less respected, or sexualized objects that takes away our strength. Our skin is our armor. Our courage and muscle strength. My body has carried me far, through battles and dreamlands. On this picture I haven’t been shaving anything on my body - (besides my head) for months. I have hair under my arms, because I like the way it looks. And of course - that is okay! And if you don’t like the way it feels, that is okay too. It’s really not any more complicated than that🌿

Take pride in being natural.
Take pride in being strong. In being curvy. In being skinny. Walk with your heads high and you’ll see there is nothing more beautiful than a confident woman. Let’s remind ourselves everyday how strong these bodies are. How these amazing bodies are designed to carry life, not to look like jewelry. We have carried every man and woman into this world, and we will continue to do so in thousands of years. Let’s build each other up. We are on the same team both men and women, equals. Both parts needed in the circle of life.
Stick together. We can do this.
I am so proud of everyone bringing light to the world. Respecting the people around them. Keep going. Much love, big hug. HAPPY New Years ⭐️ “Nature child”


Pairing: Kagehina (loosely)
Show: Haikyuu!!

At the bottom of the garden, there is a hole. It sits in a wall shrouded by foliage, by long, creeping vines and sharp, spiked leaves, and through the hole—the ceiling is low, remember to crouch—there is a lane.

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anonymous asked:

YES LENA SISTER PLOT, i thought about it before Like if the sister (who is a CEO of her own company) finds out lena is her sister + sets up a meeting w/ Lena for business reasons to see what shes like + if she wants to tell her that they're sisters.

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You had never been nervous for a meeting before.  Well, perhaps at the start of your career, but not like this.  Not butterflies-attacking-the-walls-of-your-stomach nervous.  Nevertheless, you weren’t about to let anyone in on the fact that you, Y/N Y/L/N, were on edge.  Not when you had a professional reputation to uphold.  You walked into L Corp with your head held high and your anxiety brimming just below the surface of a confident exterior.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” your apparent sibling rose from her desk the moment you entered her office and you found yourself taken aback by the warmth in her tone.  She shook your hand and you tried your best not to let it rattle you.  “It’s a pleasure to finally meet one of National City’s most up and coming entrepreneurs.”

“That’s quite kind coming from you, Ms. Luthor.”

“Please, have a seat,” she gestured towards the chairs in front of her desk and you took a seat across from her.  “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No thank you.  I really just came by to drop off some of the data for the prototypes my team has been working on,” you replied, perhaps a little too quickly, and reach into your briefcase.  You could feel the older woman studying you as you rooted through your papers and finally produced the USB you had loaded up that morning.  “Here,” you set the device on her desk triumphantly.

After almost 15 minutes of polite business talk, you excused yourself and practically power-walked out of her building, citing another meeting as the reason for your quick departure.  Seeing her in person had suddenly put it into perspective that you were related to a Luthor.  Except she seemed…decent.  Conflicted and unsure of how to proceed, you collapsed onto the backseat of your town car and directed the driver back to your office.


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Imagine: Bard seeing you for the first time, and he’s incapable of keeping his eyes off of you, - much to the amusement of Gandalf and Thranduil.

Your hips slightly swayed as you walked towards King Thranduil with your head held high, your shoulders square; you had sure confidence in yourself. Bard’s eyes grew lost on your figure as you walked past him; they trailed places that they should not have gone, but he had assumed that no one had noticed.

As you made your point across to the Elven King, you saw the king’s lips spread wide along with Gandalf’s and you turned to see Bard staring right at you. A heat wave flooded your face, turning it pink as Bard cleared his throat, averting his orbs suddenly. “Forgive me, my lady, but you’re very beautiful.” he croaked out with a lobster red complexion.

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How to be a Leo ~

You direct this incredible inner flame into something that makes you heart swell. Now you are holding a paintbrush in your hand.
Suddenly the colours in the crate come to life, they are moving,on the giant canvas you can see so many images and formations of artistic calligraphy and lights, shades, and intricate patterns, this is what it feels like to be God and on everyday create something new.
That roar you can feel, it radiates from your heart out into your shoulders and neck. You are walking with your head held high your shoulders back and a certain sense of pride. You are a courageous and King Lion, this is your jungle, this is your world, this is your universe, and that Sun up there in the sky is your crown. Now you can feel an enormous, thump in your chest, it feels like a glass balloon resides in there.
This is your heart, and this is how it feels to have the biggest one of all.-


I hope you don’t have too much trouble falling asleep. I hope you wake up to some good news or the wonderful smell of coffee. I hope you wear something that makes you so happy and confident that you walk with your head held high. I hope you eat well, I hope you eat yummy things. I hope you have a bubble bath or a nice long shower. I hope you put on your favourite comfy clothes/pj’s and take some time out from the rest of the world. I hope you give yourself a break. I hope when you lay I’m bed you can smile, a sleepy smile with your eyes half closed, and whisper to the starts “I did okay today”.

The Other Boy ||| Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader


You saw his name in the daily prophet every time you looked at it. Eventually you stopped bothering to read the paper. Why you didn’t stop sooner was a mystery, after all he was the chosen one he was bound to be in the papers. Maybe you thought you were over him by now. Or hoped, at least. It had been nearly a year, surely you should have moved on. No, you had moved on. You were with Eric, a handsome Slytherin who treated you like a queen. You were happy.

You kept your head high as you walked into the great hall, taking a seat beside your boyfriend after placing a kiss to his cheek. You chatted with those around you, only barely listening to what they had to say. You didn’t look at the Gryffindor table the entire meal. You didn’t notice his green eyes on you. You refused.

“Y/N love, are you okay?” Eric asked you softly, laying his hand gently on top of yours. You gave him a small smile, turning your hand over and lacing your fingers with his.

“I’m okay, I’m still just a bit tired, that party really drained me last night,” you laughed, earning a smile from the boy beside you.

“We can go back up to the dorms and nap if you want to, McGonagall announced classes were canceled just before you walked in,” he suggested, rubbing his thumb across the top of your hand as he waited for a reply.

“That’d be great actually, let me finish these last few pieces of bacon first though,” you nodded, ignoring the soft laugh that escaped his lips.

“Few pieces my arse,” he chuckled, eyeing the large pile of bacon in front of you. “That’s at least twelve pieces.”

“We’ve been together how long? You know I like bacon,” you defended, rolling your (y/e/c) eyes in amusement.

“Fair point babe, I’m going to head back though is that okay?” He asked, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Yeah I’ll meet you there in a few,” you watched him walk away, resisting the urge to sneak a glance at Harry as you returned your gaze to your plate.

“Oi Potter!” Draco yelled from your otherside, causing you to jump slightly.

“What do you want Malfoy?” Harry retorted, his voice like a knife to the chest as you tried to ignore the exchange.

“Have you heard the good news? Y/N and Eric are going back to his dorm for the day, you know how that’s going to end,” Draco sneered, your eyes widening at his words. You chanced a look at Harry, his eyes already on you. Shifting in your seat uncomfortably, you poked Draco in the side under the table.

“Just leave it Draco, I don’t want a scene,” you hissed, running a hand through your (y/h/c) locks in frustration.

“Alright, sorry I just love pissing him off,” he laughed, nudging you in the side. “Besides, isn’t it fun to upset your ex?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you lied, smirking at him as you raised your voice slightly. “I’m gonna go see Eric, don’t come into the dorm for a few hours.”

“Go get him girl,” he encouraged, trying to stiffle his laughter as you stood from your seat.

“Oh you know it,” you joked, throwing him a wink over your shoulder as you walked past the Gryffindor table. You past Harry’s seat, keeping your eyes trained on the great hall doors.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding as you walked into the Slytherin commons. Greeting a few people who were sitting around, you made your way to Eric’s dorm. You knocked on his door, slowly pushing it open. A small smile crossed your lips at the sight before you. Eric was laid across his bed, his shirt previously discarded, snoring softly with his arm reaching towards the other side. You crawled into the bed beside him, cuddling into his side as you began to drift off.


“If you win, you get a kiss, if I win, I get a kiss, deal?” Harry called from beside you, his eyes trained on the flittering snitch in front of you as you waited for them to announce the start of the game.

“You’re on Potter!” You laughed, leaning over and pressing your lips to the side of his mouth. “Win or lose, I say we go back to your dorm tonight.”

“Are you sure, I mean are you ready?” He asked, no longer paying attention to the game that had just begun.

“I’m ready, I promise, now if you’ll excuse me I have a snitch to catch,” you giggled, shooting past him as you caught sight of it.

“You cheat!” He laughed from behind you, racing to catch up to you.

You laid beside him, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. You snuck a glance at him, smiling brightly when your eyes met his. He brought his hand up, brushing his fingers against your cheek lightly.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too Harry.”


You opened your eyes, rubbing them gently as you sat up. Eric sat at the end of his bed, staring down at his hands. You tilted your head to the side, confusion etched across your features.

“Eric, what’s wrong?” You asked, scooting over to him and taking his hand in yours. You flinched when he jerked it from your grip.

“You said you love him in your sleep, do you want to explain or should we just end it now?” He sneered, his eyes cold as he finally looked up at you.

“Eric I-” you started, biting your lip as you tried to think of a way to explain. “I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s what I figured,” he laughed emotionlessly, shaking his head as his eyes turned to the ceiling. “I can’t be with you while you’re still in love with him. Maybe we can try again once you get over him.”

“I don’t think there will ever be a time I don’t love him,” you admitted guiltily, standing from his bed. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not mad at you, just at myself…I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways,” he sighed, closing his eyes tightly. “Just go Y/N. Please.”

You left his room, avoiding the gaze of everyone in the common room as you dashed out. You ran through the corridors towards the quidditch pitch, grabbing one of the schools brooms and shooting off into the sky. You needed to feel the wind in your hair, the peacefulness that always came with it. You needed that more than ever. Not only could you not have Harry, you had hurt someone who truly cared about you.

“Y/N? What are you doing out here, aren’t you supposed to be with Eric?” His voice came from behind you, nearly causing you to fall from your broom. You slowed down, wiping away the tears that had begun to run down your cheeks.

“I ruined that too, I just needed to fly,” you admitted, shaking your head slightly as you stared out at the horizon.

“What do you mean ruined that too?” He asked, coming to a stop beside you.

“Don’t act dumb, Harry,” you nearly begged, turning to meet his gaze, your eyes filling again. “I lost you, and I don’t even know what I did, and now I’ve lost him because I’m still in love with you.”

“Y/N I’m sorry, I didn’t think- I should’ve given you a reason,” he whispered, his eyes filled with remorse. You looked down, unable to hold his gaze anymore.

“But you didn’t, and it’s been a fucking year and I can’t move on because we never should have ended,” you sniffed, tightening your grip on your broom to steady yourself. “Don’t you think you could fall back in love with me again?”

“I never stopped loving you Y/N,” he spoke, moving his broom closer to yours as he brushed his hand against your cheek lightly. “I’m in love with you.”

“Then why did you leave?” You sobbed, turning your head to face him, your eyes accusing and filled with hurt.

“Voldemort was close, he was staying in Malfoy manor, you were there constantly and I couldn’t risk him finding out about us and killing you,” he explained, his eyes never once leaving yours. “When the war ended I was going to talk to you, explain everything, but then you were with Eric and you looked so happy, I didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” You demanded, your eyes softening.

“Would you have let me break up with you?” He replied, a small smile playing on his lips.

“No…” You admitted, rolling your eyes. “That’s not the point though.”

“I know, and I’m sorry love, I just I wanted to make sure you were safe,” he sighed, glancing down at the ground. “Maybe we should land before we continue this.”

“Good idea,” you agreed, flying down to the ground quickly. As soon as your feet touched the ground, a pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around you.

“I’m so sorry, I know I hurt you, I hate myself for it but it had to be done,” he whispered into your hair, your hands resting on his hips as you leaned into his touch. “Can we try again?”

“I love you, you’re an idiot, but I love you,” you chuckled, pulling back slightly. “All I want is to be with you.”

“I love you too,” he smiled, his lips barely brushing against yours. You leaned forward, connecting your lips at last.