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Cat Ear Pattern

An easy-mode pattern for beginners. Perfect for costumes or anyone who just likes wearing cat ears!

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View of a Native American Lakota Sioux camp on the Pine Ridge Reservation, South Dakota, includes men and women, tepees, covered wagons, horses, and drying racks with cloth or hides - Morledge - 1891

Naruko + Sakuo !

Ilvermorny Houses as Winter Things

Thunderbird: The first snowfall. The excitement for holidays. Cold, crisp air. Winter boots. Being the first to get up on Christmas day. Counting down on New Years eve. Enthusiasm for special occasions.

Horned Serpent: Staying in because it’s too cold outside. Winter scarfs. Christmas movies. New years resolutions. Icicles. The elegant scenery. Winter solstice.

Wampus: Making snowmen. Getting warmed up by the fireplace. Snowball fights. Rosy cheeks. Skating. Fuzzy sweaters. Occasional sunlight.

Pukwudgie: Hot chocolate. Pajama days. Presents. Homemade soup. Christmas lights. Candy canes. Spending time with family and loved ones.

you have been visited by the seven magic dragon balls your biggest wish will be granted but only if you reblog

The most important exercise you’ll do all day.

I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

To prove something to a friend, please

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

being a female means needing to see 10 different doctors to get a proper diagnosis because they always think you’re exaggerating and/or lying

Gom s/o are pregnant and leave them because she says the baby isn't theirs a year later they visit their ex s/o and the baby looks exactly like them and she is acting very suspicious. She didn't want to hinder them with a baby. Happy ending?

WOW I WENT OVERBOARD WITH THIS ONE. I apologize for the slow responses. I’m trying. I’ve been working on this one for a week.

Note: Assume that it’s a happy ending in all of them, it’s sorta implied.

Midorima: The spontaneous sound the doorbell chiming throughout the house had you rushing to the door. You quickly dried your hands as you made your way from the kitchen to the foyer. “What can I-,” you stopped in mid sentence, as you came face-to-face with your ex-boyfriend, “Shintarou?” You closed the door a bit, leaving enough space for your head to stick out. “What’re you doing here?” you whispered angrily.

“_____,”he mumbled as he busied himself absorbing every detail of you. He quickly cleared his throat and picked up the box in front of him, “Here. These were just some of your things I found as I was cleaning. I thought you would have some sort of use for them again.”

You opened the door slightly, taking the box from his grasps, hoisting them up against your abdomen. “Thanks,” you flashed a half-hearted smile. “Well, it was nice seeing you agai-.”

“Mommy,” a young girl called for you. You looked at your daughter in shock as she came running up the sidewalk with her backpack bouncing up and down. Midorima looked at her with bewilderment, his green orbs widen at the sight of the child. Deep green eyes, long lashes, and green tinted hair in which resembled the colors of both his and yours mixed together. “Hi hunny, go inside okay? Mommy will be right there,” you talked in a sweet tone to your daughter, who wrapped her tiny arms around your legs in greeting.

“Mommy, who’s that,” she asked while eyeing the tall unfamiliar man.

“This is Mommy’s friend. Now run along inside. I’ve made your favorite snacks on the table, go wash up and eat, okay?”

She nodded her head and sprinted between the door and you, into the kitchen, dropping her backpack next to the stairs. You turned back to Midorima and began to step back into the house, “If you don’t mind, I’m a bi-.”

“She’s mine,” Midorima spoke in form of a statement than a question. “You lied to me. You said she wasn’t mine,” he raised his tone. He pursed his lips tightly together which was covered by his hand as he grasped this jaw in anger.

“Shintarou, look I… I didn’t want to burden you,” you admitted, as you sat the box in the corner by the doorway. “You were in medical school and your schedule got busy,” you exhaled as you threw your hands in the air quickly, only for it to slap against your sides. “I couldn’t,” you whispered.

“_____, 5 years,” he stepped toward you, “I’ve missed five years of my daughter’s life. Don’t make me miss the rest,” he slowly closed the gap between the two of you. You could feel his shaky breath run along your cheekbones in which brought back a familiar sensation whenever the distance between the two of you lessened. All you could do was nod your head in agreement as you tried to restrain your tears from emerging.

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