you look more beautiful with it

✨Bye Bye Beautiful✨ -
First of all, super excited that it’s the weekend! Hope you all enjoy it to the fullest 😌. Was a bit more playful with the colors than usual on the hair, wanted to leave the texture of brush strokes of blue to accentuate the composition a little better. Went with trying to get the likeness too. I wanted to accentuate the jacket a little more but changed my mind. Anyway, some experimentation going on here. Thanks for looking you guys <333 

anonymous asked:

i think phil is jogging and going to a gym because he realizes how much weight he has gained. i mean it is pretty noticeable in his chest and stomach. i mean i don't think it flatters him, dan is taller so he can gain more weight and it looks fine but phil, he is like losing any appeal - i mean i am sure dan notices...


minghao is GORGEOUS. he has surpassed all possible levels of beauty at this point. just when you thought his looks have reached its peak BOOM he switches that hair up on you, throws on some eyeliner, and takes another iconic selfie to let you know he’s got more tricks up his sleeve. I’m terrified. what’s he gonna do next? he’s already a top visual out of basically every idol group ever. you think I’m exaggerating? I’m not. he’s just too attractive. Its honestly infuriating now,, I don’t know what else to do except get physically angry whenever I see his perfect face. fucking angel faced piece of shit. how dare he.


Imagine. Being Harvey’s daughter and dating Jerome. 

“Dad, I have someone I would like you to meet.” You more skipped then walked in holding Jerome’s hand. He walked a bit stiffly obviously shy you thought. Harvey, your father, looked up from his newspaper only to gape. “This is Jerome. Jerome this is my father, Harvey.” Jerome smiled. “You have one beautiful daughter Harvey, must I say.” Harvey stayed seated and didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with arresting your potential boyfriend, not that he would allow that to escalate more than it already had. “Thank you, son.” He said calmly. 

  • Bokuto: god I'm just so frustrated nothing works out! Damn it!
  • Kuroo: oh my god bokuto will you just stop-
  • Kuroo: -breaking yourself like this. Come here babe. Come into my arms. You know what? You deserve the whole world. Look at you. You're so stunningly beautiful that I sometimes forget how to breathe. You guide your team so perfectly, you're a great captain, and it's normal to have a stressful day from time to time. That doesn't make you a bad Person especially because you can't control your mood swings. Please know I'm here for you and that you can always talk to me. I will never hate you or be mad at you for being yourself. I love you more than anything bo.

anonymous asked:

Recommendation of books for Lucrezia/Cesare relationship lovers?

Hi! In non-fiction Sarah Bradford is probably your pick, she’s such a shipper. In Lucrezia Borgia in particular.

Fiction is very much all for Cesare and Lucrezia, it just depends on what kind of relationship you’re looking for. Sarah Bradford’s (again!) The Borgias is quite romantic and star-crossed-lovers-y (you might watch the show from 1981 before you search for it to check if you like how it’s handled), Mario Puzo’s The Family is more sexual/scandalous although there’s still a big love there. Blood and Beauty plays it subtle but that love was one sided iirc. Overall if you liked The Borgias I’d say go for Puzo.

anonymous asked:

You are the most amazing person I ever met and I love being apart of The Crew. I look forward to whenever you bring new content cause it's always the best and I know your book is gonna be just as or even more amazing than what you already do. It's honestly an honor to get to see you grow in your career because you are truly a talented and beautiful person inside and out.

I’m a person who prides themselves on having the right words. But right now I don’t have any. I’m not sure what the perfect thing to say is, or even the best. So i’ll just say thank you. 

There are so many moments in my life where I don’t believe in myself, for one reason or another. I don’t have any words at all or pictures to share, and I get frustrated. But then I look over my shoulder and notice, quite suddenly, that I never took a step back, I didn’t so much as stumble. Because when I get lonely or frustrated I find that I have people behind me, every time. I am very very lucky to have that. So thank you <3 It means more to me than I can say, but I will keep trying to find the right words to express what this kind of support feels like

Originally posted by twelveslapels

and please know i always stand behind all of you too <3

anonymous asked:

I realized something looking at the Beauty and Beast sorting. That's if you look at the bestselling books and most popular movies and you try you sort the characters into houses you can't get just one. Because more than likely they fit into more than one. Just like people and that's why we fall in love with them. Any books or movies or tv that stood the test of time. It's just another way for people to make complex characters.

It’s very true! It’s rare for a character or characters to fall completely into one house, especially because different people will interpret them differently. 

There are, of course, exceptions to that. There are characters and books and movies where one house stands above the others.

But it’s like we’ve always said, unless we have an actual sorting hat or JK Rowling decides to sort every fictional character ever, we will never know what house everyone belongs in.

-Amy (Hufflepuff)

I look at the hummingbird and the way she gracefully flies…”teach me,” I say. Teach me of the way you calmly rest upon a branch, unknowing if it will break. Yes, you are light, but your reliance on God is heavy. Oh little hummingbird, tell me why you settle in the tree when you have the whole world to journey through? You are small, but your wings are mighty. “Go,” I say to the hummingbird. You have this vast land all for you to soar through, yet you stay nestled right where you are. I watch you flutter your beautiful wings in all directions, flying forwards and backwards, but you always come back to this same spot.

The hummingbird looks back at me and responds, “while I am able to fly anywhere, this is my home. Yes, there are larger trees with more room for me to nest, but I am happy with this tree. Yes, there are many more beautiful places to go, but I am pleased with the beauty that surrounds me here. I am able to fly wherever I want, but I choose to stay…”

Podcasts and genre weird, or, what the everloving fuck is Greater Boston

So podcasts are this quirky little medium in that most of the time, you have no visual in what you are consuming. Because of this, I feel that the bounds of genre are a little bit blurred because you can’t see some of the defining characteristics of what makes a certain genre, like you can’t see the magic wand, or the starship, or the monster lurking in the shadows. Now obviously there are other ways than visuals to get this across from the obvious “hey look at the dragon over there”, to the more subtle hum of a spaceship locked on some beautiful sound scapes, and things like horror use the lack of visuals for there very purpose. This works for some of the more “high” genres, like sci-fi and fantasy, but what about the more down to earth “slice of life” podcasts? Especially difficult in that a lot of pods are non-fiction, and some audio dramas like to use the “mockumentary” style storytelling (hello the black tapes).

I’m talking, of course, about greater Boston.

When I first started listening, I thought greater Boston was pretty sturdy magical realism, mostly normal but with a few weird quirks like Leon Stametes ghost and the redline, but then I remember back to many hours I spent researching that same genre for when I had to do a paper on chronicle of a death foretold. One of the main characteristics of magical realism was that people saw “magic” as normal and seemingly mundane things as fantastical or sublime. By that metric, welcome to night vale would be magical realism! But I think that show has enough what-the-fuckery that’s off the walls enough to be considered surrealism or something. And the citizens of greater Boston don’t think things like the referendum to make a city on a train are normal, but they aren’t completely shocked by it either, same with Leon and the writing tree, so what does that make it? And it’s not like the “magic” isn’t a part of the overarching world, I mean the situation of redline even takes into account racial housing issues and other social factors! (Which I am thoroughly enjoying by the way, it feels very refreshing and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a media, especially one with fantasy elements, tackle these issues so head on before, but I digress). But like, it’s not realism so

What is greater Boston? Id love to hear some thoughts or the genre-weirdness of other podcasts, due to the medium or not!

So, some people got quite irritated that someone in the tag compared Lyanna with Arya AND Sansa instead of just Arya, so let me stoke up the fire even more~ 

One of the quotes about Lyanna ‘You saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath’ actually fits really well with Sansa. 

Sansa is often viewed by other characters as Joffery, Cercei and even Tyrion as just a pretty girl. Tyrion notices she is a little smart, but mostly still a dreamy, silly little girl who can’t keep secrets. Both Joffery and Cercei make comments about how she is nothing more than a pretty face. 
People focus on her looks, her ladylikeness, her ability to smile and please, but none of them notice how strong she is. Sansa has a pretty face, but also an iron soul. She is incredibly strong and has so much spirit. She doesn’t show it much because of her hostile environment and because she is not allowed to, but when you read her thoughts, the girl has so much spirt and power. She is incredibly tough, she knows how to survive and knows how to handle hostile environment after hostile environment and still come out stronger and stronger. Very few people notice that.  

anonymous asked:

what do you like about The 100? I've never watched it but it looks pretty good i think i ship bellarke because of your gifs XD

I love Bellarke, obviously. I love Bellamy Blake most of all though. He has such a beautiful character development and Bob Morley puts everything into making the character what it is. I would die for Bellamy Blake, honestly. My favorite season is the first season. I like the original foundations of the show more than what it’s become now.

anonymous asked:

Good morning you beautiful people! I am set to travel for the next week and was wondering if you have any good Sterek Fics. I am looking for Military Stiles and/or Derek. No death fics please 😉 Thank you so much

Since you have a time limit here’s our military au tag. If you want more send us another ask but it’ll take a month give or take for us to get to it. Hope this suffices for now. - Anastasia

Originally posted by freaksofwar

like u know that coco chanel line about how after you get dressed you should take one thing off before u leave the house???? that should apply to leotard design. if ur designing a leotard and u think it looks great, take away one (1) thing and then its perfect. bc some of these leos are SO SO SO PRETTY but they have just one thing that ruins it or distracts from the overall beauty of the design. sometimes less really is more…..

“I told you, all it took was one look. One look and I felt like I’ve known you all my life, but I’m seeing you for the first time ever and that’s even more… electrifying. It’s like, I knew you were coming and I had anticipated that moment. So when finally that moment arrived, I just didn’t want to let go of you anymore." 

Poison & Wine by thesecretsociety

the-season-is-here  asked:

I honestly don't very much like the kravitz = keetz theory, if he was their sibling wouldn't he also have to be an elf of some sort

he would. and like the liches dont have to have been elves in their original lives actually because they can look however they want? but its the logical thing and also fucking all taz bosses are elves, have you noticed

kravitz has also been described as a man which theyve all been very careful to dance around, like when they accidentally call taako or merle a man for instance.

third point ive always felt like it was a reach but the scenarios people built out of it were too cool for me to resist. theyre all in the garbage now but whatever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ they got me just hooked enough to be disappointed that the liches are already dead and died with no mention of any of this

Chuffy Fic - Part 7 - "You're beautiful".

Charlie broke their kiss, turned to put the whiskey glass on the mantelpiece at the side of them, then looked steadily at Duffy. His eyes revealing his intense feelings for her.

“Are you sure?” Charlie whispered.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Duffy replied, taking her hand in his.

Charlie smiled back at her as they walked out of the living room, upstairs.


She hadn’t expected to have such an eventful day as yesterday. Meeting her granddaughter for the first time was always going to be a momentous occasion. But to deliver her herself, then find out she wasn’t breathing. That was the one of hardest things she had ever had to deal with. If it wasn’t for Charlie keeping her focused, she doubt her granddaughter would have survived at all. But he kept her strong, and kept her from crumbling into pieces. Mr Charlie Fairhead, her friend, best friend. And now? Now he lay at her side, in his bed.
The emotions of yesterday, her son’s outspokenness, and admissions from them both had finally brought them together. After thirty years. Thirty years, that’s how long they’d known each other. They’d been nothing more than good friends. She smiled to herself recalling the brash, curly haired Charlie, with his soft puppy dog eyes. Ha, she won’t admit it was instant attraction, but she had always had a soft spot for him, something that grew the more she got to know the real him. And because of their friendship it became increasingly hard to actually make a move and declare her feelings to him. So, she resisted. All those years of friendship. She knew it was more than that, and he finally admitted that to her yesterday.

It’s funny thinking about it all now. But even if Peter hadn’t mentioned anything would she still be lying here sharing Charlie’s bed? When Charlie asked her that morning if she was free to come to his for dinner and wine that night, she accepted instantly. But she couldn’t help but feel like they were like a pair of teenagers so nervous and embarrassed. But inside she was doing cartwheels. Charlie boy had finally done it, he’d asked her out. And she couldn’t have felt more happier if she’d tried. And now, well, now, she was sharing his bed.

Charlie moved slightly, as he felt fingers running softly against his cheek.

“Charlie, Charlie?” Duffy spoke softly against his ear.

“Mmmm?” Charlie groaned, and then slowly opened his eyes.

“Morning.” Duffy said, her hand rested on his chest, as she propped herself up on her elbow, looking intently at him.

“Good morning.” Charlie replied, a smile spread across his lips.

Charlie looked up at her, her hair draped slightly across her face, he raised his hand and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“You’re so beautiful.” Charlie remarked, grinning at her.

“Oh Charlie.” Duffy responded, blushing.

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Stop it.”

“Why? You are.”

“I’m nearly sixty.” She blushed.

“Well then, you’re a stunningly beautiful, gorgeous, almost sixty year old.” He said, winking at her, as he smirked slightly.

“Ha, ha, oh Charlie.” She patted him on his chest.

“Just don’t make a habit of mentioning my age will you? Inside I’m eighteen, honestly.” He remarked, smiling at her.

“Ha, ha, oh really?” Duffy replied, giggling at him.

“I don’t mind showing you?” Charlie said, he winked back at her, as he put his arm around her waist.

“Is that so, Charlie boy?” Duffy said, as she leaned in to kiss him.


Charlie stood at the oven flipping over the second pancake he’d made. Whilst Duffy sat at the kitchen breakfast bench drinking her cup of coffee.

“I feel thoroughly spoilt.” Duffy remarked.

“Hmm?” Charlie said, as he rested the frying pan on the hob.

“Toast, pancakes, freshly brewed coffee, orange juice.” Duffy replied.

“There’s even some cereal, if you’re feeling extra hungry.” Charlie said, winking at her.

“Oh, no, no, they’re all perfect. Thank you.” Duffy said, after she took another bite of her pancake.

“No, trouble. You’re worth spoiling.” Charlie replied, smiling back at her, as he rested his elbows on the breakfast counter in front of her.

“Oh Charlie.” Duffy replied, as she smiled back at him.