Do you ever just... take the time to appreciate the little imperfections of your body?
Those imperfections you were taught to hate, that you had to teach yourself to love.
The lightning bolt stretchmarks, the cellulite.
The way you smile, and the way it makes you look when you do.
The freckles that no one ever wished to have.
The imperfect teeth fixed by years of braces, and yet, they'll never be completely perfect.
The pouch of your stomach.
Skin showing in places you were taught was sexual- your stomach in crop tops or small shirts, your thighs in shorts or bathing suits, your chest in anything that doesn't COMPLETELY cover it.
The hair on your arms, your legs, your armpits. The hair you were taught you can't have, that was gross to have.
Learn to love your body, learn to love the person within it.
You are the only one who REALLY notices the smallest of imperfections on yourself because you are your worst critic. So, become the person who worships those parts of you because only YOU know how much it means to have those specific imperfections loved.
Love yourself because the love you have for yourself is the most important love you can have.
(This may or may not be a little offering to Aphrodite. But it's also something i know people need to hear.)
(Had to write this even though it's nearly 3:30 am. My brain wouldn't shut up 🤷‍♀️)
How I imagined drug dealers as a kid:
Actual drug dealer:
“You need to pay better attention.”
Stranger things, Steddie, friends AND lovers, Steve tutors Eddie (unsuccessfully), soft!Eddie
Prompt thanks to this blog
“You need to pay better attention, Eds.” Steve sighs as Eddie hands him his report card with a frown, the paper crumpled from being at the bottom of the bag.
“But look! I got a C in english!” He exclaims, trying desperately to distract him from the F's in math and science.
Steve shakes his head with a fond smile, pulling Eddie down to sit next to him as he looks over the grades.
“I swear I thought we went over this stuff, babe. What did you struggle with?”
Eddie shrugs, leaning into Steve's side, pressing his face in his shoulder. “I dunno. Its just hard.”
Steve frowns, glancing over at him when he notices Eddie's withdrawing tone. “Lets drop this for now, okay?”
Eddie nods, standing as he pulls Steve up and towards his room, discarding his boots as soon as they're through the door. Steve follows promptly and lets Eddie pull him to lay on the bed.
Steve's face is in Eddie's hair, the boys face shoved into his chest. He smiles softly, pulling him closer, running his hand soothingly over his back.
“How'd your day go, baby?” Steve asks, pressing gentle kisses to the top of Eddie's head.
“Alright, I guess. D&D had to be canceled, though.” Eddie scoffs, tightening his grip around Steve's waist. “Some stomach bug is going around.”
“Aw I'm sorry, Eds. But it can always be rescheduled once everyone's feeling better, okay?”
Eddie nods, pressing a kiss to Steve's cheek.
“I know. How bout you? How was your day, Stevie?” Eddie asks, his voice slowly turning into a mumble.
Steve smiles and begins on how his day went, rambling on and on. But after a bit, he notices that Eddie went unnaturally quiet. He smiles softly when he realizes that the boy was fast asleep.
He moves him to lay back, unbuckling his belt and putting it to the side, along with his various rings and necklaces. He covers him up and presses a kiss to his forehead before getting up and rummaging through Eddie's drawers for clothes he could change into.
Once he finds something, he lays down next to Eddie, pulling him into his arms, smiling softly as he falls asleep.
“I'm proud of you, Eddie.” He mumbles, dozing off.
walburga: you’re not good enough for my son
remus: you’re not good enough for your son
walburga: excuse me?
remus: you heard me.
sometimes you just have to draw Dean's lips as slutty as possible
Marauders;
Remus; I'm going to study
James: Oh ill join you
Peter: Me too!!
Sirius: Remus I need help with my homework
Remus...
Sirius: Please?
Remus: *sits down immediately* What's up?
An underrated Sirius moment in Goblet of Fire where Sirius lets Harry talk and talk, and Harry lets out everything he's been holding in since he became an unwilling Triwizard Tournament champion.
Oohlala, I am halfway done.
Coloring didn’t come out how I imagined but hey, that happens…
Day 14
Well that explains Ayzee’s freckles.
Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad.Â