ALL RIGHT, I’m tired of trying to sell this.
LET’S DO A RANDOM GIVEAWAY YAAAAAAAY.
I bought a new tablet to replace my old Wacom BAMBOO FUN (CTE-650) tablet (because I thought I had lost the pen and jumped the gun, thereby buying a new one for no reason, yay~! My malfunctioning mind is to your benefit!)
I will include the tablet drivers CD, the pen, the mouse, and the little software bundle it came with that has Photoshop Elements and some other photo-editing software (Corel Draw or something?)
DEADLINE WILL BE 31 MAY, 2013 at MIDNIGHT!
HERE ARE THE RULES:
- Likes will not count!
- Reblog up to 5 times—but don’t be that guy who spams your followers, please.
- I will use a number generator the night of 31st May/ morning of 1st June—AT THE DEADLINE
- The winner will have 24 hours to respond with his/her address or else another winner will be chosen.
- Oh look, since it’s a giveaway, FREE EXPEDITE SHIPPING.
- You don’t have to be following me to be a participant! But, follows would be nice!
Well. Have at it.
yes goodI love them so much
I downloaded all their music a little while ago. They’re so gooood ;w;
my favourite thing to think about is jim not being able to pronounce s’chn t’gai and affectionately calling spock “chicken tender”
OKAY HERE WE GO THEN.
1. The meaning behind my URL:
It’s an inside joke kind of thing from my roleplay blog and partners. My Loki’s Tony Stark eventually started calling him an ice cube, and at one point there was the “My little ice cube~” and I really loved that. Soo now it’s my URL. :3
2. A picture of me.
This one is on my About page and I really like it so:
5. Piercings I have:
Just my ears. I want to get my eyebrow pierced though, I think.
6. Favorite Band:
I have so many that I love uggghh. Florence + The Machine, Nine Inch Nails, The Pretty Reckless, My Chemical Romance, Owl City fjgksdfjg
7. Biggest Turn-off(s):
I usually don’t have many, I’ve found and the one that I do have isn’t relevant to my own sex life? But calling someone’s partner nasty names and saying stuff like “You like that, bitch?” just…no fucking thank you.
8. Top Five Songs:
9. Tattoos I want:
1. The Supernatural demon-possession prevention tattoo.
2. T’hy’la written in traditional Vulcan Script
10. Biggest Turn-On(s):
I think my biggest one is when Edward basically teases and touches me in public. Mostly because it’s like he can’t contain himself enough from doing so to wait until we’re alone. That’s really fucking hot.
I’m 19, going to be 20 in September.
12. Ideas of a perfect date:
Honestly, we don’t really go on dates often? I don’t really have a “perfect date” kind of thing…as long as we’re together enjoying each others company, I’m happy.
13. Life Goal(s):
Right now, to get my license and a job! Edward and I are planning on living together soon.
14. Piercings I want:
An eyebrow piercing~
15. Relationship Status:
Engaged. Which means, we’ll marry at some point in time in the future.
16. Favorite Movie:
Someone asked me this same question this week. I said Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home. I MEAN, KIRK, SPOCK AND BONES HAVE TO GO BACK IN TIME TO SAVE WHALES AND THEY’RE WANDERING AROUND IN 80’S SAN FRAN. WHAT COULD BE BETTER THAN THAT?
17. A fact about my life:
Living where I do right now, I’m stressed and frustrated and annoyed nearly all the time, even though I try to make the best of it. I can’t wait to get out of here.
That someone I really, truly care about doesn’t like me or care about me as much as I do them.
19. Middle name:
Dolores, after my grandmother(my mom’s mom).
20. Favorite Time of the day/night/ect:
I’d have to say around dawn when it’s just lightly lit outside and everyone and everything is quiet.
1. The meaning behind my URL
2. A picture of me
5. Piercings I have
6. Favorite Band
7. Biggest turn off(s)
8. Top 5 (insert subject)
9. Tattoos I want
10. Biggest turn on(s)
12. Ideas of a perfect date
13. Life goal(s)
14. Piercings I want
15. Relationship status
16. Favorite movie
17. A fact about my life
19. Middle name
20. Anything you want to ask
Everyone has rolls when they bend over. Everyone. Lets just get this out of the way right off the bat. In the last few months, I’ve had over 30 women ranging from rail thin to extra large naked in my bed and I would routinely ask them to hug their knees. You won’t believe this… ALL OF THEM HAD TUMMY ROLLS. Not one was exempt. Even my super fabulous professional model 6 foot tall and some amazing Katie had rolls. The stomach pictures turned into some of my favorite images from the project… so quit thinking they’re bad, and try accepting (dare I say embracing?) yours!
When people say “you’re gorgeous”, believe them. I tend not to, and it’s a cryin’ shame. When people genuinely compliment you, it’s because they really see it. Try to not dismiss their perspective as wrong and assume that you know better. They see all of you. We see our flaws. Believe them.
“Arm flab is embarrassing.” No its not, go fuck yourself. No, not you. The people who tell us that, silly.
You’re not stunning despite your body. You’re stunning because of your body. There is a distinct difference. I grew up in a culture that would deem “unattractive” women as “special spirits”. A degrading categorization that implied that the only thing worthwhile was whatever was inside. Well, yeah. We are all much much more than our bodies, but our bodies are a beautiful part of us too. Beauty comes from the inside AND the outside. I am of the firm belief that every person is beautiful, and so this leaves the inside to be the part that is the most telling when it comes to true “beauty”.
A guy can pick you up off your feet, and it won’t break his back. “Wait, whaaaaaa Jes? You’re full of shit.” Nope. This just happened to me for the first time in… six years? I’m considerably heavier than I was 6 years ago (like… 70 pounds heavier) and so when I ran up to my friend Eric for a hug and he picked me up with my heels in the air… it left me breathless. I had forgotten that it was possible; I had accepted a life void of being lifted. So exhilarating. Eric didn’t suffer any injuries and walked away unscathed.
You don’t need to exercise every day in order to feel better about yourself. Many believe that someone who’s fat needs to exercise as much as possible in order to prove that they’re committed to becoming “less fat”. As if accepting one’s body as is would be a sin, and that’s just silly. Yes, exercising has wonderful physical and mental benefits, but you don’t owe it to anyone else to make an effort to change your body unless you wanna. You do not have to alter yourself to be okay. Period.
You’re allowed to fall in love with yourself. I promise. This will be the scariest thing you will ever do, and that’s okay. It will also be the most amazing (albeit super gradual) experience you will ever have. It doesn’t make you narcissistic. It doesn’t make you vain. It is liberating in every form of the word.
It’s also okay to have days where you don’t love yourself. Read this. No really. Read it. And then realize that we’ve grown up learning and internalizing that we are not okay our entire life. For me, that’s 26 years of self-hate indoctrination and brainwashing. It’s going to take a lot longer than you think to reverse this thinking, and it’s definitely not going to happen overnight. Allow yourself to have “weak” days. Cry, mourn, sob, yell, throw things. Whichever. Then get up, brush yourself off, give the media the finger, and move forward because you’re a warrior.
Everyone’s boobs are uneven. If you have a lot of boobs, they might be way uneven. Don’t stress. This is totally normal.
There are people who prefer large ladies. And I mean all sizes of large. I thought that my best bet in life was to find a partner who accepted my fat. Pause. Give me a minute to hang my head and shake it at myself. Not only are there people who adore “thick” women, but a LOT of them who prefer it. This eventually ends up in an interesting territory which Marianne talks about here, but the point that I’m trying to make goes back to the “despite vs because of” argument. Here is what you need to know: you do NOT need to settle for a lover who is “okay” with your body. You have the right (and millions of opportunities) to find someone who is infatuated with your body. You deserve to be worshiped, woman!
Fat chicks bang hot guys… ALL. THE. TIME.I know that hot is relative and all inclusive depending on who you chat with, but for these purposes, lets talk about the “universally attractive” kind of hot. Y’know, the kind fat chicks don’t deserve? We want to pretend that we don’t know what I’m talking about, but lets be real; we totally do. The fact that “fat chicks bang ‘hot’ guys” was one of the most powerful realizations I’ve had thus far. In line with the above paragraph, I knew that there would be someone that would find me attractive but the pool would be small (because of my body) and potentially full of guys I didn’t personally find sexy. So I would have to settle for anyone that would take me. After all, how could a conventionally gorgeous man (tall and with tattoos of course) like fat chicks? Weh-he-hell, let me tell you somethin’: through various sites, events, parties, and corner store meetings, I found myself with over a hundred men who were champing at the bit to get with this. I was the one who had to sift through and pick the hottest of the hot. Ladies, over a hundred. “Girls” showed what society thinks about that when Hannah’s character has a weekend romance with an attractive and wealthy doctor. People flipped their shit. “Patrick Wilson is so hot he would never do Lena Dunham” was the most eye catching. Wilson’s wife responded to that rubbish here, but the tweet speaks volumes about what the majority of people think unconventional women deserve. Jesus christ, it’s annoying. I won’t spill the details of my bedroom coming and goings, but lets just say this: the hottest guys in Tucson and I get along just fine. I would recommend reading Emily’s article on xoJane for a better explanation of what I’m struggling to say. Know this: the myth that “atypical” bodies can’t be paired with “typically attractive” bodies is false. Women need to know that all bodies can be paired with all bodies.
Riding during sex will NOT collapse his insides. Just trust me on this one, what you fear is totally false. Here’s a great article that changed my life.
Wearing whatever you want is a political statement. Join the revolution. Throw style rules out the window. Wear the tutu. Wear the horizontal stripes. Wear the turquoise skinny jeans. Wear the see-through blouse. Wear the bikini. Wear the sweat pants. Wear the shirt that says “Does this shirt make me look fat?”. Wear whatever it is that makes you happy. This is your life.
You are fucking beautiful. I’m saying this with a straight face and seriously meaningful look where I maintain eye contact for an uncomfortable amount of time. I know you don’t feel like you fit into the category of gorgeous that our world creates. I know that its hard. I know that its a daily battle. But fuck their fascist beauty standards. The second you stop looking for a skinny model in your mirror and start looking at YOU… is the second you will start to appreciate what you are. Stop looking for flaws. Stop looking for differences. You are perfect. You are more than enough. You are the best thing that has ever happened to you. And you are fucking beautiful.
Say it with me.