who are you wearing them for

We see inside of Lucretia’s office - specifically the portrait - and wearing these uniforms of red are seven people. There’s an elven woman who looks.. So much like you, Taako, and she has her arm around Barry, and they’re both smiling. And Taako, you’re just like, front and center frame and you’re cheesing it for this picture. And Merle, you and Davenport are standing side-by-side, and you’ve got your shirtsleeves rolled up and you’re laughing and just like flexing and striking a pose. And Magnus, you’re just kinda standing behind them and smiling and waving kinda goofy. And in the middle of this-this crew, with the same cautious smile you’ve seen hanging over her office for a year now, is Lucretia, and she’s holding her journals, and she’s surrounded by friends. And if you were in her office still, you could see it all, now. You could see the seven of you celebrating a rare moment of peace and happiness during your harrowing journey… And it’s time to remember this moment, now. And all the others that brought you to where you are today. It’s time to reclaim your stolen century.

bungoustraygrades  asked:

hi mama, im a new seedling! how are you? anyway, this is something that's been in the back of my mind for a while--who out of the 104th would most likely be secretly wearing and keeping pastel goth clothing, and how would they react if someone found out about it?

Hey there, I’m good, I hope you’re too ;) 

Mikasa, Historia and Reiner would definitely wear pastel goth, but none of them would do it secretly haha  

anonymous asked:

Im about to get a binder soon but im scared that people will start noticing that i wear it and idk what to do?? Do people notice and all? Or do they just not care?

Kii says:

People who already know you might notice, but in my experience, they’re not really going to say anything. Commenting on the size of someone’s chest is usually not appropriate, so people usually aren’t comfortable asking about it. If someone does say something, you can also just ask them not to talk about/look at your chest.

anonymous asked:

Be my friend?

I daresay that asking anonymously kind of defeats the purpose.

If someone came up to you with a hat on, big sunglasses, giant fake beard, voice disguised, wearing a long trench coat, and asked you to be their friend, what would you say?

How do you know there’s not two short people under that coat? Do both of them want to be your friend? What if it’s only the top one? Why do they travel around like this? I have so many questions!

So Anon, I have basically just assumed that you are, in fact, two short people wearing a long coat, hat, sunglasses, and a fake beard. But it would be kind of cool to have a friend (friends, I guess) who do/does that…

I was tagged by @tibetianights Thank you!!!


NAME: Elina





A FOOD: Eggs with bacon


A PLACE: Easter Island

A REASON FOR BEING LATE: Eagles were flying low in the sky so I had to stop and watch them :P




AN ANIMAL: Elephant

A TYPE OF CAR: E Class (Mercedes) (I suck at cars I had to look this up)

TITLE OF A SONG: Ederlezi (because I am still not over Time of the Gypsies)

I tag:  @dammitsully, @birdymary, @sarahthecoat, @swimmingfeelsinajohnlockianpool (if they want) and anyone else who ‘d like to do that xx

I love myself because...

I’m awesome. Okay let’s do this.

I was tagged by fellow weird person @madman-with-a-snogbox 

Rules: Post a selfie and list 5 to 10 reasons you love yourself. Then tag 10 others who need to know how much they love themselves. Because we all need a reminder of how amazing we are!

I am so sorry but this was last minute and I look like crap but good news is look at that hair <3

  1. I love my eyes, they are hazel (you can’t tell in that picture) anyway they change shade depending on the shade of color I wear and they are similar to my uncle’s who is my favorite uncle
  2. I love my sense of humor. I don’t like seeing my family sad or anything so I always come up with bad jokes to make them smile or laugh
  3. I like my hair, i guess. I mean it’s naturally straight but I like it cause I don’t generally do anything to it, it just…is
  4. I like that I don’t care what people say. Like I’ll totally agree with you or be indifferent to is cause ha I don’t care, I like who I am and you saying this bs isn’t gonna change that
  5. I am bisexual and I’m totally cool with that cause there’s nothing wrong with it and I have my families support on being who I am
  6. I love that I’m introverted. I’m not sure why but I do
  7. I have a somewhat care free personality sometimes, well my personality in general is all over the place, like I think I’m bipolar but aren’t we all?
  8. I love being me! A weirdo who is usually always quiet and has a natural bitch face and give no craps about what people say about me. But say something about someone I care about and all hell breaks loose. 

Tagging: @zoevesper @doktorswho @uncomfortable-writers @shinydixon @thatimaginewriter and anyone who wants to partake in this is free to do so :)

Congrats @11thsense on 4,000 followers! That’s nuts and I’m so happy for you cause your art is fantastic. I cannot art but I can write so here is my submission for your contest (I wanted to go with one of your aus cause I love them so much but I couldn’t get your one of Jason and Duke sitting at a bus stop wearing crop tops and drinking smoothies out of my head so this happened).

Jason slammed the door to the dryer shut and looked over at Duke who was sitting just behind him on top of the row of washing machines. Duke had an old Gameboy in hand and seemed to be swaying from side to side, mimicking the movement of the character on the screen. Suddenly he groaned, “Come on!”

Jason walked over and was able to just catch sight of the screen as it flashed the words You Lose. “Well that sucks, man.” Jason told his friend with a less than sympathetic grin.

Duke glared, picking up the book Jason had been reading between switching loads. The younger boy opened the washer Jason had just filled with Kori’s, Roy’s and his own T-shirts then held the worn copy of The Horse and His Boy aloft. “Don’t make me,” Duke said with a cruel eyebrow raised.

Jason’s eyes widened in true horror as he gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

Duke smirked, “I would.” He dangled the book above the soapy water.

Jason’s gaze darted between the novel and his friend’s face, trying to judge whether Duke was bluffing. The risk was determined to be too great. “Ok, I’m sorry! I’ll try and cut back on the biting wit!”

Duke nodded and closed the lid of the machine, setting the book back on top. “Thank you. I also believe a smoothie is in order.” 

“Now you’re pushing it,” Jason replied and hopped up beside him.

“You could’ve just gone to the Manor with this.”

Jason shrugged. “Nah. I get a kick out of the looks the little old ladies give me when I come in wearing my crop top.”


anonymous asked:

Jesus CHRIST what the hell was that "playing with Freddie" thing. What is WRONG WITH PEOPLE!??! I think it's ok to coo a little over celeb babies when it's been approved by the parents & put out for people to see(like John and Chrissy's Luna and Baby Chanel Nicole who yes, I follow on Twitter bc her parents set it up and only post what they are ok with). But I'm not making fan pages or picking outfits!! That is CREEPY. If I saw them on the street I would just keep walking and let them live. Ugh!

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:That ‘contest’ on polyvore for playing with Freddie: surely you’d wear over-the-knee boots and a very short black dress? That’s what the baby mama chose, anyhow…

First anon, I know. I felt my skin crawl when I saw that

 It’s literally an one year old, this people have issues. Serious ones. 

Second anon, lol. Unfortunately we had to see that 

anonymous asked:

My university has a study abroad program in Seoul and I'm thinking about applying. But I've read so many stories about Seoul not being a very friendly place for minority foreigners. That's kind of made me afraid to apply.

As I am not a minority, I can’t tell you about that experience. But I had minority friends who were also studying there at the same time as I was and they all had a great time. One of them actually came back to visit me recently in Seoul because she loves it here.
My opinion is, if you want to come to Korea, then do it. I saw a few women wearing hijabs on the subway the other day and no one bothered them at all. I can’t say that Korea is the most tolerant place, but compared to America when I left, no one here is going to be brutalized by police for having a different skin tone and there haven’t been incidents of cruel people threatening minorities to get out of their country while waving Trump flags or guns. Guns are illegal here. It feels safe to me.

- Admin J

anonymous asked:

I understand if you aren't comfortable with writing this but could you do a scott imagine where the reader self harms in different ways and she's always wearing long sleeves so at a pack meeting everyone bombards her with questions about why she's always wearing long sleeves and Lydia pulls up her sleeves and everyone sees the burn and cut scars? She runs out and Scott follows and there's fluff? Sorry it's so long...

Thanks for requesting! Also I just wanted to say that if you or someone you know is self harming you should get help or be there and help the person who is self harming. Nobody deserves to feel the need to harm themselves. Be there for them. Help them find their way again because everybody deserves to be happy and healthy. I hope you guys take the time to read this and help make a positive difference in somebody’s life.

Warning: Self Harm

Readers POV

Not pretty enough. Not smart enough. Not strong enough. Not good enough. Those were the thoughts that went through my head as I cut myself on my arms over and over again. Once I thought I had enough I leaned against the wall in my bathroom and just slid down until my butt touched the ground. I stared at my arms as the tears slowly slid down my cheeks one after another. After sitting there for what felt like hours I stood and cleaned up my mess. I got into bed and fell asleep, still feeling the emotional pain I went through each and every day.

The Next Morning at School

I walked through the school doors, making sure to pull down my sleeves. It was a very hot and sunny day but I couldn’t risk exposing my cuts to the pack. We usually meet in the schools library before school starts so that’s where I was headed. I walked in and took a seat next to Lydia.

“Hey Y/N.” Stiles greeted me.

“Hey Stiles. So what’s going on?” I asked trying to be casual. Lydia stared at me with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t know, you tell us. It’s like a million degrees and you are wearing a hoodie like it’s Winter.” She pointed out.

“I’m just cold that’s all.” I said shrugging and trying to play it off as nothing.

“Really? Because you’ve been wearing hoodies and long sleeved shirts everyday, even on the hottest of days. I’m sorry but I don’t believe you. What are you hiding Y/N?” Lydia pushed the subject further.

“It’s nothing really! Can’t I just wear what I want without the fashion police being on my ass!” I exclaimed and stood up, almost knocking down my chair.

“I sometimes smell blood on you too, Y/N and I know it’s not your period.” Scott spoke up.

“Well maybe your senses are just off.” I said and went to grab my bag so that I could leave, but Lydia had other ideas. She grabbed my hand and pushed up my sleeve, revealing each and every one of my scars on my arm. The pack gasped and stared at my arm with wide eyes. My eyes started to water with tears.

“Why couldn’t you have just left it alone?!” I said to Lydia and ripped my hand away before exitting the library and then the school. I almost made it to my car when I heard footsteps running after me and someone gently grabbing my shoulder and turning me around to face them. It was Scott.

“Y/N, why? Why do you do it?” He asked with sadness in his voice. I shrugged my shoulders.

“Why not?” I responded back.

“Come on, Y/N that’s not a real answer.” He said. I looked into his amazing chocolate brown eyes and I knew I couldn’t keep it from him any longer.

“Because every morning I have to wake up is another morning I dread. I am so sick and tired of being labeled every where I go. I can just never be enough for anybody. So I thought I could ease my emotional pain with physical pain.” I told him as more tears fell down my face. Scott didn’t say anything for awhile and I thought he was just going to give up on me. But instead he picked me up bridal style and used his werewolf speed to take us to his house. We got to his house and he carried me up to his bedroom. He set me down on his bed and crouched down in front of me, resting his hands on my waist.

“I want you to understand one thing. You are enough. You are so incredibly beautiful. You are smarter than anyone I know including Lydia. Your kindess and your strength are both just phenomenal. The day you aren’t enough is a day that won’t exist, because you will always be enough, Y/N.” By the time he was done I was sobbing. Nobody has ever made me feel so special before. He made me feel as if I had the world in my hands and I never wanted that feeling to go away.

“Now whenever you feel like you need to cut or that you aren’t important or needed I want you to call me because I will make sure that those thoughts leave your head immediately. You are my inspiration and my hope, Y/N. I love you.” He pulled me into a hug and I held onto him like my life depended on it.

“I love you too, Scott.” I knew that it wasn’t going to be easy. It never is. But with Scott being by my side every step of the way, it made it less hard. I’m thankful I have someone like Scott to help guide me and I wish that every lost soul had someone to help them find their way again.

Warcraft Glory Days

I no longer play World of Warcraft. I did play though back in the early days when the whole concept of interacting in a beautiful rendered 3D virtual world was still new and amazing. I was an old school gamer who had made the transition from text based MUDs (you enter a clearing and see a large chest) and so actually SEEING was nothing short of a miracle.

In those days I played a paladin. A paladin was a holy warrior who could heal but also wear armor. The trade off was that he didn’t do a lot of damage with his hammer. These days the classes in Warcraft are so  customizable that the difference between them is almost non-existent. In those days you were what you were. If you were a Paladin you couldn’t heal as well as a priest nor fight as well as a warrior. You were kind of in the middle. Many people tried Paladins early in the game because they were hard to kill but then got bored with them after a few levels.

Playing a paladin was a true art. It was for the humble since you were never going to be the star. There were a lot of lame Paladins. Oh, but a good paladin was a thing of beauty in a boss fight. I remember one battle against a really nasty boss. I stood my ground healing the better healers. All the while taking damage. One by one the healers with their cloth armor dropped out. Then I healed the Mages until they died. Finally everybody was dead except me and the warrior. I popped healing and mana potions and cast heals on him until finally despite my good armor and potions I was down to next to nothing. The boss was right at the end of his health too but was still slamming the warrior really hard. Finally just as I was at the end I cast a spell which filled the warrior back to full health but which had the effect of killing me. I dropped to my knees and then died just as the warrior killed the boss. My whole raiding group was yelling in the headphones. I became a legend that day.

๑ Samsaran ๑

its so petty to shit on other girls but here goes: man i live with some girls who are like 21 and literally the most excitement in their life comes from buying the right name-brand porcelain for when they get their own house, and they all have a favorite celebrity chef, and when one of them suddenly decides to bake some bread the other ones are always like oh is this [x celebrity chef]’s recipe? i just love that :-) like STOP it youre in your twenties why cant you just wear the same shirt three days in a row and forget to do your homework and get a mental illness like the rest of us 

can you imagine being phichit…. you live for six years with this nerd who clearly has the biggest fucking crush on living legend viktor nikiforov and keeps posters of his face plastered on every square inch of his bedroom wall that you share and you watch videos of said godlike skating adonis with him every day after practice, and then a year later your nerd roommate shows up at this figure skating championship with posterman as his coach after you’ve seen them kiss on live television right in front of you and they’re wearing gold fucking wedding rings on their fingers and your mind just has this whispered moment of “what hte fukc”

tres horny boys as people i encountered in NY
  • Magnus: the 6ft tall dogwalker with like nine dogs who, when i asked if i could pet one, informed me that they were in fact his volunteer attack dog armada but he did let me pat the first officer, a dalmatian named Scamper
  • Merle: this guy who walked into the washroom, stood there for five seconds, went "im sure youre wondering why ive gathered you all here today" and then started ranting about the state of healthcare in this country
  • Taako: a man wearing a pink overcoat, knee-high boots, and carrying a plastic shopping bag full of prunes, which he then proceeded to empty by throwing them by the handful at the doors to trump tower
Let me tell you a story that melted my cold child hating heart

Today at work a little boy came in dressed as Kylo Ren with his family to see Rogue One. The family is going about their business purchasing tickets and concessions, filling their drinks and buttering their popcorn, and I’m just standing in the corner watching this tiny dark side loving little boy. Two of my employees were like “but.. Kylo isn’t even in this movie” and I almost smacked them because who cares. I mean, I’m wearing my BB-8 earrings all weekend so back off. Then it’s finally time for the kid to approach and he whispers something to his dad before handing us the tickets. “Go ahead and tell them,” the dad says. Tiny Kylo: “I’m here to see Darth Vader, my grandpa.” And then I died because that was a level of child cuteness I had never encountered before. I almost cried in front of all my employees, but none of them seemed as moved by this encounter so I held my shit together.

I sincerely hope he enjoyed the movie.