My little mermaid…

Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest             cornflower, and as clear as crystal


What makes me so happy about this is that she isn’t telling you you must love your body or that you are obligated to. She saying you have permission to. And that’s important, because there are a lot of reasons why people have trouble with self-love.  But the idea that you aren’t supposed to love your body, that you aren’t allowed to for whatever reason, needs to be crushed. If you can’t love you body right now, if your body causes you pain or disphoria or distress, you aren’t required to love it. But you are ALLOWED to. You are entitled to the chance to make peace with your body, if you ever reach a point where you are ready to. No one else should be trying to stop you.

(Source: beyxnika)

treskift replied to your post “starting school tomorrow yes I’m going to Hogwarts”

Woo me too! I started at 8 tho so I have to get up at like… 6am. Not excited. Although my first two courses are “3D graphics for games” and “Interactive storytelling” so I can’t really complain ^w^ Hope you have a great first day? ?? :D

I did have a great first day! Sort of.. Too much information, not enough coffee ;)

Interactive storytelling sound like alot of fun??

pistasch replied to your post “starting school tomorrow yes I’m going to Hogwarts”

You will be madam Pince ;P

Getting nicknames after hp characters actually seems to be a bit of a tradition here, at least we have “Dobby” and “The Quaffle” (they’re dating)(I do not want to read that fic) but I think there might be bit of a fight over “Madame Pince” 


"An Up-to-Date Elegance" by Sølve Sundsbø | Vogue Italia, March 2014.


"An Up-to-Date Elegance" by Sølve Sundsbø | Vogue Italia, March 2014.

Anonymous said: “The One with All the Cheesecakes”


okAY. so i did the Phoebe/David storyline from the episode and it got a million miles away from and basically this destroyed me to write and i listened to this on repeat while i did it. Also I’m kind of considering putting it on ao3 since it’s a lil bit longer so please send me an ask if you think i should!! um…enjoy?


Stiles is late for his dinner with Lydia.

They’ve been planning this dinner for weeks since they’ve both had to reschedule at least four times. She’s even making him wear a suit and take her to the fancy restaurant that neither of them can afford. Lydia likes to do their monthly bitching sessions in style.

He’s hurrying down the street, trying to respond her increasingly threatening text messages when he walks straight into someone else. “I’m sorry!” he apologises quickly. “I wasn’t looking where I was-“

The words die in his throat when he sees who he bumped into.

“Derek?” he asks in astonishment.

Derek’s frozen in front of him, eyes boring into Stiles’ like he can’t believe it’s really him.

“I thought you were in Russia?” Stiles asks because it looks like Derek is having trouble forming words. Derek’s been in Russia for five years. Stiles met him two weeks before he left. Stiles fell in love with him two weeks before he left.

“I- I am,” Derek stutters. “I’m only here for the night,” he adds apologetically.

Stiles feels his face fall – he hadn’t even realised he was getting his hopes up in the first place. “Oh,” is all he can think to say.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” Derek asks suddenly before his eyes flit down to Stiles’ attire. “What am I saying? Of course you are, dressed like that. I shouldn’t have-”

“I’m not,” Stiles interrupts, surprising himself but ploughing on anyway. It’s Derek. “I’m not doing anything.” Lydia can kill him tomorrow if it means he can have this night.

Derek stares at him for a long time, trying to figure out if he’s lying probably, but then he starts to smile. “Wanna go somewhere?”

Stiles nods fervently, tentatively reaching over and taking Derek’s hand. He still feels a shiver run through him like he used to. The only thing that’s surprising is how unsurprised he is.


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Lydia Martin Appreciation Week Day 7: Free Choice

      Lydia  + smiling with the girls


tyler hoechlin being his dorky self


The moment when the table turns.

(Source: baahts)

Catching bad guys and look good doing it. 

(Source: hos-tility)


Let’s go home.

When I was 12 boys slid their hand up my thigh and slapped my butt. I smiled and took it because I didn’t know it was okay to say stop. I didn’t know that I could say no. So, when the principal calls telling me my daughter is suspended for punching a boy who wouldn’t stop touching her, I will cook her favorite meals. When she tells me how she cursed at the boy who wouldn’t move his hands off her knee even though she asked him to, I will smile and pull out her favorite movie to watch together. I will celebrate the fact that she accepts her body as her own and knows she has the right to say no. I never want my daughter to think her body belongs to men, because it is her own and my god should she be proud. I will teach her it’s more than okay to say stop, something I wish I had known when I was that age.
g o n e.

(Source: canislupusalces)