you are fine just the way you are

The Wedding Planner (Part 2)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Author’s Note: at last! part 2 of this series. thank you all so much for all the positive feedback I’ve been receiving, it means the world to me. I’ve had to re-post this a couple of times because it seems as if Tumblr is just preventing me from uploading new things I guess. Hope you like!

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Nonbinary people might not be completely comfortable with their bodies.

They might go on hormones.

They might use binding.

They might present more masculine or feminine.

In addition to this, they might feel just fine the way they are.

That’s okay.

You are not any less nonbinary by taking hormones, binding, or presenting as more masculine or feminine.

It’s okay.

You might not do any of these things because you’re comfortable with your body, and that’s okay too.

You might not be able to do any of these things because you don’t feel safe, and that’s alright; don’t force yourself to do any of these and put yourself in danger.

You know your limits and what you want.

You should love you for you, and that’s okay. 💕

Today’s Prisma Visions reading Feb. 25, 17: Queen of Swords, The Devil, and Knight of Pentacles

Just a heads up, this was a little rough.

You’re losing sight of what’s important. That’s fine, it happens to all of us. It’s time to look with a clear mind and sharp intellect at what’s really important, not just what you want, what you actually need. Sometimes we get distracted by materialistic goods and what you think will make you feel better. Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Giving in to those temptations is a thinly veiled attempt at taking the easy way; life isn’t easy, so stop treating it as such. Vanity and trying to give false visions of who you are ruins your chances at acceptance, both of yourself, and robs others of their ability to make true connections. We are 3 dimensional beings, living a fantasy takes away your depth, and you are left as a cheap imitation of yourself. Concentrate, prioritize and end naive notions of being someone else, be true to you.


“Are you sure you want to be here?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need some time away from my parents, yknow?” 

“Can only imagine what it’s like for them. Must be hard.” 

“Especially with a baby on the way. Mom doesn’t even talk anymore.” 

“Didn’t they notice you guys left?” 

“Not really. Guess it’s a good thing cuz we’re all here now” 

anonymous asked:

demon hunter Bones sounds good tho. I'd really like to read something about it!

I’m glad u asked!

  • “Have you heard anything from Uhura and Spock lately?” Bones asks into his phone. “No,” Sulu replies, “last I know, they were hunting that nest of vampires in Montana. They’re not nearby.” “Jaylah, Scotty and Keenser?” “New York. I can ask Chekov-” “No,” Bones says, “Chekov’s our primary researcher, keep him that way.” “I don’t have anyone else, Bones,” Sulu says, “you’re going to have to go in by yourself. You can wait a few days, but we’ve not seen any demons leave the premise in three days. You’re our demon specialist.” “Fine,” Bones sighs, “but just for the record; I hate you.” He hears Sulu chuckle at the other side of the line. “Noted.”  
  • Bones is by no means a specialist in any way. He just happens to send more demons back to Hell than most. Often he works together, though. Most of the time, Bones teams up with Spock and Uhura, two fellow hunters who aim to make the world a bit safer. Often with the help of Chekov and Sulu, who are their general contact persons if they need any research on lore. Scotty’s gang has the cool gadgets, but Bones likes his weapons old fashioned.
  • He makes his way inside the abandoned warehouse, guns loaded with rock salt and a flask of holy water at the ready. He holds on to his gun tightly, quietly following the dried blood trails on the ground. Clearly, whatever they got dragged down here, Bones is too late to save them. That’s going to gnaw at his guts for a while. He finds the body, tortured and mutilated on the floor. A mere second later, they crawl out of their hidey holes. Demons. At least six of them. Bullets don’t kill them, but at least they’ll hurt.
  • Within a minute, though, he’s getting his ass handed to him. His nose is bleeding, his entire body is sore and covered in bruises, and Bones thinks he might just end up in the same position as the corpse. Was bound to happen at some point, anyway. Today is not that day, though. Because just as he fights one of the demons to the ground, the demon drags him down with him, and Bones finds the demon on top of him, strong hands closing around his throat. Before the demon can actually kill him, though, Bones watches the demon’s skull get stabbed by a long dagger. The demon possessing the human body vanishes, and the body collapses on top of him. By the time Bones pushes the body off of him, the other demons are on the ground, too. “I can’t believe how dependent on me you’ve become,” Jim says, putting the dagger back in his belt. “Jim,” Bones groans out his name, “took you long enough.” Jim reaches out, grabbing Bones’ hand to help him up on his feet. “You’re bleeding,” Jim says, reaching out to run his fingers gently over Bones’ cheek, and he watches the other tense under his touch. “Come on,” Jim says, “let me get you cleaned up.”
  • “You really ought to take better care of yourself, Bones,” Jim says once they’re in Bones’ motel room. Bones shrugs lightly. Jim has been cleaning up the wounds on his face, and Bones’ nose is no longer bleeding. “I would’ve been okay,” he says, “just needed to perform that exorcism.” “Bit difficult to say that out loud when you’re being choked, and not the good kind of choking,” Jim replies, lips turning into a small smirk. “Why’d you come and help me?” Bones asks. Jim sits down next to him, resting his hand on Bones’ leg. “I’ve been good,” Jim says, “but I’m starving. Figured I’d stop by you and see how you were doing.” Bones sighs, though not entirely annoyed at that. “Fine,” Bones says, smiling lightly when Jim’s eyes glow a little lighter when Bones reaches out, pulling him in a little closer.
  • Sleeping with an Incubus is a generally terrible, frequently fatal idea. Jim is different, though. Doesn’t take much, just enough to survive. Jim also joins him on hunts occasionally. Bones knows teaming up with a demon is a little unethical, considering he’s hunting them, too, and he makes a point not to trust Jim for anything other than the occasional intimate company, and someone who has his back on a hunt when no one else is available. 
  • Jim rolls on to his side, his hand running over Bones’ naked chest. “You’re my favorite hunter,” he says, and Bones smiles lightly. “That because I didn’t kill you?” “It’s not for your lack of trying,” Jim huffs with a grin, “no, I like you because you trust me. Not a lot of people do.” “I trust you for about as far as I can throw you.” “So, against the wall or the mattress, huh?” Jim teases, straddling Bones’ lap and kissing him. Sweet at first, but quickly more passionate. “Wanna go for round two?” “You gonna feed off my soul again? Then no,” Bones replies, and Jim laughs. “No, I’m good. Don’t want to end up swallowing my favorite hunter,,” Jim says, pressing gentle kisses over his chin and his neck. “What I am gonna do, is swallow something else entirely.” Bones rolls his eyes at that, pushing the Incubus off of him. “No, you’re not. Not when you say things like that.” “Come on, Bones. I need sex to survive. You’ll literally save my life by getting naked with me again.” “Nice try,” Bones says, feeling a little amused when Jim obviously looks defeated when Bones pulls on a shirt again. The hunter reaches out for his phone, checking for messages. “Sulu says there’s a wolf pack nearby.” “Ugh, I hate wolves,” Jim says, “with their pack mentality, weird sexual appetites-” “You’re one to talk,” Bones says, “weird sexual appetites? You’re literally a sex demon.” “Hmm, always consensual, though,” Jim points out with a grin. “You coming with me to hunt them down or what?” Bones asks, and Jim smiles. “Absolutely.”

hanakofairhall  asked:

((Sorry to use your ask blog this way, but I wanted to ask privately so I don't scare your viewers! Haha! I'm sorry you've been so sick? You say your stomach's been hurting [saw that on Picarto when I clicked the link]? Is that why you had to see a doctor? Are you going to be okay? ;___; ))

((Hey Hanako. Thanks for your message, I appreciate your well-wishes, hun. I’m going to be just fine. 

I hope you won’t mind if I use this post as an opportunity to explain my situation properly. I feel you have provided me with a good opportunity to finally do that.

I have three chronic illnesses. Though they are all manageable, they all tend to flare up from time to time, and not always one at a time. My diet is very restricted as a result of these illnesses, and if I don’t keep track of what I’m eating, it can be tiring at best, debilitating at worst. I also have depression and anxiety, but I’m sure that comes as a surprise to no one, haha.

On top of this, I work a full-time job, and a freelance job outside of work hours. Pair this with all my illnesses, and what little time it leaves me to work on my personal projects… I tend to get stressed out easily. And stress flares up my illnesses. And the cycle begins anew.

I am currently seeing my doctor about these problems, and I am making further adjustments to my diet and vitamin intake, which should hopefully yield improvements. You all have been very understanding whenever I have had to put my health ahead of this blog, and I thank you in advance for your patience, for “Levity” was the only post I will have time for this weekend. Thank goodness I prepared buffers in advance.

TL;DR: I am always sick, tired, and busy. But I try my best to find time for my projects. They make me happy. Thanks for your patience. <3))

Dear transphobes,

I’m sorry but I have to say something and i don’t give a shit wether u wanna listen or not. I’m gonna explain to u what being transgender means despite the fact I’m not transgender because I went out and educated myself and became less ignorant. If you don’t want to listen fine, but that means you are ignoring facts and are therefore an asshole for not wanting to listen and care for your fellow human beings. Being transgender is when a person born with a penis or a vagina does not identify with the gender they were assigned at birth. Gender is how you identify, your biological sex is just the body parts you happened to be born with. How you choose to dress is gender expression and the pronouns you use (aka she/her, he/him, they/them etc…) are your choice.

The way people talk about transgender people is just like how people used to and still do talk about other minorities through out history “they’re perverts” and “freaks” and “they need help because they are mentally ill,” (for example black people, gay people etc…) all through out history. People use words like “tranny” and “faggot” - discriminatory words without even knowing or understanding or even caring about the meaning behind it. Your views are so old fashioned and so ignorant that you are discriminating and segregating and have not learnt from the past. Have you ever met a transgender person? What if your mother or farther was transgender? What if your brother or sister, daughter or son was transgender? Would you want them to live depressed in society, fighting who they are, feeling uncomfortable their whole lives and fearing for their lives every time they leave the house because uneducated bigots are too full of themselves to understand that we all live on the same planet? That we all want the freedom to be who we are and to be loved for it in a safe environment?

Wether you like it or not trans people will always exist, have always existed and they won’t stop existing.

What you are worried about is that a cis (non transgender person) man will go into the women’s bathroom and dress “like a women” and take advantage of the fact he is in there. You do know not all trans people have a penis right? They don’t all have a vagina? They could even be intersex? Did you know there have been no reports of abuse from transgender people in bathrooms but there have been MILLIONS of cases of abuse to transgender people? Rapes? Fights? MURDERS? Did you know last year was the deadliest year on record for transgender women in the U.S alone? All because they want to go to the toilet and then leave??

You can’t tell who is transgender unless they tell you, you probably walk past people who are transgender everyday and have no idea. That nice lady you had a talk with whilst waiting at the checkout? She’s trans and lost all her family because of it. She’s got barley anything, no job because she’s trans. Yet she still smiled and helped you with your shopping, probably petrified you would pick up on the fact she’s trans and yell abuse at her or ask her intrusive questions. That boy you saw crying in the street but said nothing to? He’s trans, his family just kicked him out, he wants to die and hates himself, he has no idea how he’s going to get through this without support. That person you saw saw with a black eye? Yeah they were beaten up in school because they identify as non-binary.

You want to tell me “it’s a choice.” Why would ANYONE choose to have to fight their WHOLE lives, having to come out to people through out their lives fearing rejection, abuse, murder, rape? 43% of trans people attempt suicide. Who would choose this? Who would choose a life that’s going to be made more difficult?

What you don’t seem to realise is that gender is a social construct. Everything in our society is a fricken social construct and just because they don’t fit into the box you have for them doesn’t mean they aren’t going to exist. You know studies show that trans people are happier after they have transitioned and get to be who they are. The suicide rate goes down.

Don’t tell me you support the LGBT community when you don’t support the T because some of our trans people are LGB and you don’t support them for being trans. I’m gay and have grown up in a very lucky background, and I’m not trans but I can still try my hardest to understand and to care for people who exist around me everyday.

The fight isn’t over. Unless you educate yourself and at least try to understand, you will be one of many through out history that people look back on and think “how could people be so selfish?” And “how could they treat other human beings like this?” How do you want to be remembered? As a bully? As a friend? It’s your choice. But I for one will not stop fighting for people who need help finding their voices.

When you try to silence us, we will scream, we will shatter every glass bridge and every glass wall you build for us. Your words are just glass, they will hurt even when broken, but that’s what we’re going to do.

If a bullet should every enter my brain, let that bullet destroy every closet door. - Harvey Milk.

anonymous asked:

whoever runs this blog You are promoting the worst way to live your life and making yourself live in a fantasy world. Why? I was 285 lbs at 5'8", prediabetic, back problems, pains in my knees, etc. And actively looked in the Fat acceptance tag thinking I was fine just the way I was. It took a gigantic Fast Food binge to finally get myself together. I'm at 185 lbs and exercising everyday. it took me a year and determination, but believing fat is beautiful is like saying death is beautiful.

I’m so proud of you for the progress you’ve made! Just because you have decided that self hatred works for you personally doesn’t mean it is a fact for everyone. 

ALL of the stats and peer reviewed medical studies prove that body acceptance is a far greater motivator towards health than shamehumiliation, or judgment. 

Seeing as you’re someone who is short (5′8″) and overweight, bordering on obese by current medical standards, its shocking to me that you are so determined to try and shit on other women in your position. Just because you thrive on hating yourself doesn’t mean that is in ANY way indicative of what actually promotes health and self love.

So, anyway. Self hate isnt a healthy motivator and self love is. Fat women are fucking gorgeous and magical and health has literally NOTHING to do with weight. 

Otayuri content

Ok, I guess there are people who are not particularly fond of seeing NSFW Otayuri, or even Otabek and Yuri in a romantic setting on their dashes.

Which is absolutely fine. 

Since I do not plan to refrain myself from reblogging posts like that (if I like them), though, I figured it’s only fair to offer you guys to add another tag for non-platonic Otabek x Yuri posts. This way those who’d rather not see can blacklist it.

Feel free to suggest something for the tag, or to unfollow this blog, if that’s not good enough for you.

Ok, since no one has reached out to me so far, I’m just gonna use the tag #non plat

anonymous asked:

Thank you for sticking to your guns on the whole submissive!Hinata matter. One reason I love your Kagehina fics are that no matter what AU you're writing, they feel in character. Hinata might be nervous, and awkward, and clumsy sometimes, but he is not submissive in the least. The whole point of fan fiction is to take characters you love and put them in new situations, settings. What's the point if the characters don't even act like themselves?! Anyway, thanks. :)

ANON. Anon this message made me the happiest person, what a Nice Thing to heeeearrrrr. 

I dunno, at some point I’ll probably end up spewing some sort of alarmingly intense rant about Hinata and the odd way he’s sometimes perceived as being totally obedient/submissive to Kageyama, when in fact, it’s more often the reverse that is true. In truth, they actually have, as far as I can see, an incredibly equal relationship as far as “power dynamics” go, which makes sense, because they have opposing strengths and weaknesses.

But man, Hinata is not submissive at all. I don’t know where that misconception comes from. Most of the series is built upon the premise that Hinata Shouyou doesn’t know when the fuck to quit. And in large part, that’s because of Kageyama. Let us not forget that this kid stood at the top of some stairs and dramatically screamed at Kageyama, who was just like, walking along minding his own business, that it would be Hinata’s destiny to defeat him some day. 

Also, you make a great point about how Hinata is kinda skittish and awkward a lot – but he’s still a small ball of “fight me” 95% of the time, even when he’s about to shit himself from nerves right before a game. Like, that kid is clutching his stomach and about to puke and is still trying to talk a big game when Ushijima/IwaOi ignore him to glare at each other instead. He’s ridiculous. 

And so, yeah! These are the reasons he’s one of my two favorites – because he’s not just one thing or another (just like Kageyama), he’s got a whole bunch of little details that add up to form his entire character, and if I’m going to write about him, then I want to make sure I’m including all of them in some way, shape, or form, to try and portray him as accurately as I possibly can. “Submissive” isn’t a trait I would generally put on that list, and so that’s why I will probably not write him like that in any meaningful/lasting capacity. 


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“Psst, Tumblr. If you could stop blurring my pictures, that would be…”

are you giving it enough time to load? sometimes my pictures are blurry too, but if you sit on it for a second and give it time to load all the info it’ll go back into HD quality. Lemme know if this helped! :)

Yeah, I’m giving it enough time to load. When I’m making a new post and import the pictures they load fine and are HD. The issue begins when I save the post (in my drafts), everything just becomes gross and blurry and when I click to edit the post again, the pictures stay that way :( 
Also, when I click to preview it on my blog everything’s back to being HD and pretty, it only shows up wonky on the dashboard.

anonymous asked:

Do you ever edit a fic in your head to make the reading experience more tolerable? For example: Someone repeatedly uses the wrong word and replacing that word with something else whenever you see it.

i edit papers as a part of my teaching. so i can’t do it in my head, like, i need to finish the circle by talking to someone. otherwise i just feel like a dick. if i feel like editing something it’s almost always because i want to help. 

there are times i want to reach out and say “this is a really solid plot you’ve got going here, the characterization is on point, but you’ve used the same word four times in a paragraph, let’s find a new way to express this. let’s find the fine line between purple prose and a really monotone vocabulary.” but i don’t because nobody fucking asked me. 

i really don’t like to criticize what people write unless it’s just desperately awful and widespread (for example: using “the older/younger person” in fics). if the grammar is egregious and the vocabulary terrible i’ll usually just exit out. but i’m not a great or special authority on what is or isn’t good. i have my opinions and that’s it. i can’t imagine how bad i’d feel knowing that someone was editing my writing in their head to make it better. god, it makes me sick to think about it. especially since i have brain damage and i write things that make no sense constantly.

fic writers are cramming time to write in between jobs, school, kids, whatever. they are doing their best. 

so fic writers, don’t be paranoid. you are doing a good job and learning and getting better with every word. 

Universe Falls Preview 4

Ugh fine… ok. I normally never do this, so don’t expect this in the future but… I’ll give you guys one more scene from this chapter, but just because I think its pretty funny. Here you go:

“You want our help?!” Jeff asked hotly. “After you left us at the alter? No dice! Unless…”

“Unless what?” Dipper inquired, almost afraid to ask.

“Unless you hook us up with that other cutie you got there,” Jeff smirked, sending a flirtatious wink Connie’s way.

“What?” Connie asked with a confused frown. However, she didn’t have a chance to really react further as a small crowd of gnomes emerged from the nearby greenery and surrounded her, all of them poking and prodding at her in curious inspection.

“Ooo, her hair is so long and full!” one of the gnomes exclaimed, standing on the shoulders of his companion to run his fingers through it. “And luxurious!”

“’Course, the glasses are gonna have to go!” another gnome quipped, snatching her glasses away from her. “Can’t have them flying off and stabbing one of us in the face!”

“Hey!” Connie protested, grabbing them right back as yet another gnome forcibly grabbed her hand.

“Say, what’s your ring size, sweetie?” he asked with a charming grin.

“O-ok, this is getting too weird and uncomfortable for me,” Connie quickly said, making sure to put distance between herself and the very forward gnomes.

“You guys can’t marry Connie!” Steven exclaimed, rushing to stand before her.

“Oh look, it’s that Gem kid again,” Jeff remarked dryly. “Are those three knockouts you live with still playing hard to get?”

“Uh, yeah…” the young Gem frowned. “Pearl’s still kinda mad about the last time you guys tried to sneak into her room and sing that love song to her.”

“Hey, not all our plans can be winners,” Jeff shrugged apathetically before turning to Connie and Mabel. “We’re still short one queen here, no matter how you cut it. So, are one of you two dolls gonna marry us, or what?”

anonymous asked:

Hey! Are you sad? If you are just punch the one in the face who made you sad. You know what ? There are so many people who write on their blogs and just leave them because people are asking them to update . I admit everyone have their own lives and I'm also sad if people are forcing you to update. Plz ignore everyone and live your life but plz don't leave your blog . Don't leave what you have built through years for some stupid sh*ts. I love you . And by the way your stories are awesome

Thank you for this. Im doing fine. Plus i will literally n e v e r leave this blog. So dont worrym i have too many good things on here like you guys ❤


…I wonder if that was actually a good decision to make there, Kuroo

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On what she’s learned from her parents: It made me realize that you can’t judge anyone especially your parents for what they’ve done in their past, because people change. I’ve noticed some people get very enthralled with people bashing. Sometimes people can’t help themselves. But I find a way back out and not talk about other people. Even when people are so judgmental about what you wear or your weight, you just have to step away and be like, ‘I’m a normal, fine human being.’

Only Told The Moon
  • Only Told The Moon
  • Camila Cabello
  • Only Told The Moon - Single

Stay back, stay long, and you move on.
I stress, come close, move on, please don’t.

Hello how are you? How you been?
Lately I wonder how it feels to steal your kiss
Nothing much, just fine, I’m doing well
And you can read between the lines, but god, I fell.

I only told the moon, tonight up on the roof
I told her that I’m scared that all my thoughts, they look like you
I only told the moon, about the way you move
I asked her to please tell me if you tell things to her too.

Silence. Too loud. Say it, not now.

So how are you? How you been?
Lately I wonder how it feels to taste your lips
Nothing much, just fine, I’m doing well
And you can read between the lines, but God, I fell.

I only told the moon, tonight up on the roof
I told her that I’m scared that all my thoughts, they look like you
I only told the moon, about the way you move
I asked her to please tell me if you tell things to her too.

That I give it all to you, I give it all to you, I give it all to you
I only told the moon.

Aahhh and another loves song will play on the radio, you know.
Aahhh and I’ll wait for the moon to lean in close and say…

That he only told the moon, tonight up on the roof
He told me that he’s scared that all his thoughts they look like you
I only told the moon, about the way you move
I asked her to please tell me if you tell this to her too
That I give it all to you, I give it all to you, I give it all to you
He only told the moon.

He only told the moon.

Okay, let me put this in the clearest terms possible:

Yuuri and Victor are not breaking up.

I know that no one can think rationally right now and everyone is panicking, but step away from the anime for a moment and look at the bigger picture.

What do the authors want to do by having Yuuri say “Let’s end this” and ending the episode right after that? Because this isn’t just Yuuri’s words - it’s the context in which they are said that matters.

They’re purposefully trying to make you feel a certain way. I think we all know what way. Remember the episode with Maccachin’s accident? Or shall I say: the episode that ended with Maccachin’s steamed buns incident that shook all of us but was resolved the next episode with everything being fine?

It’s their way of making sure you keep watching, and yeah, it’s absolutely shitty of them, but they love playing with our feelings, I mean that’s sort of their job.

What I’m saying is: The end of ep 11 will not impact the anime negatively as it is merely a trick of the authors to make sure you worry and return to watch next week. It hardly has anything to do with the actual story.

I mean, of course, Victor and Yuuri’s heart to heart will be absolutely relevant and important, but I wouldn’t get hung up on the “let’s end this” line if I were you. That’s what they want you to do. It’s not worth the stress. They’re not sinking this ship now - they know exactly what they’re doing.

Don’t let them play you. Believe in the power of Victuri.

no more apology texts. no more reckless highway speeding. no more scribbled poetry in the back of spanish class. there is nothing left to lose. there is nothing left for you.

you haven’t seen me since i dyed my hair and it’s nice to have something you didn’t get to ruin. i’m dressing different too and lipsticking my way out of the girl you tore apart. i can finally breathe easy. i can finally be grateful that i never really meant it when i kissed you.

look, it’s me without you. look, i’m doing just fine. look, goddamn it, i’m lighter than i’ve been in months. there are seven billion people on the planet. i don’t think you matter so much anymore.


Nonbinary people with specific limits on what is misgendering and what isn’t are excellent!

You’re excellent if she/her is fine, but being called ma’am makes you bristle!

You’re excellent if he/him is good, but ‘gentleman’ and ‘Mr.’ make you feel weird!

You’re excellent if they/them is your pronoun of choice, and you’re just fine being called ma’am, but miss isn’t something you’d touch with a ten foot pole!

You’re excellent if it’s the other way around! You’re excellent if your misgendering is specific!