The trouble is Lord Mitsuhide doesn’t feel sensible around you. Not when you’re pouring his tea and leaning over him, the smell of fresh green leaves in spring tickling his nose. Why Lord Nobunaga would think this a good idea, he’ll never know, only that he’s now stuck between a rock and a hard place working in close proximity with you. A thrill courses through him, but that’s to be expected after five consecutive days together.
“Milord, may I start collating these files?”
When you both look up he feels himself slipping. His gaze sinks to the papers in his hands. He can’t let you know. He’s a gentleman. The perfect gentleman.
“Of course. Thank you.”
But he’s not privy to your thoughts, and if he could comprehend the state you’re in, he would drop those files and run out the door. Or drop those files and run to you. A buzzing under your skin races along your nerves, slithering and swirling through your system, to make an odd, tingling warmth in your stomach. Watching him melts your brain to soup.
You want to slip your sandal off and trail your socked toes up and down his thigh, where his hands perch lazily atop, drumming absentmindedly. You want to slide your fingers under the crisp fabric of his kimono and run your fingers across the muscle and veins and feel the beating pulse under your thumb. But most of all, you want to drag his mouth down and kiss that soft, dissolute mouth senseless.
he will kiss you like springtime and you will feel the sun chase away the winter of your bones. he will make beds into castles and his couch into home. he will be a safe space, a deep sigh, a caffeine jolt. he will spread your clothes on the floor and spread butter on your toast. and you will love him, because refusing to is impossible.
he will buy you the same gifts he has given to the eighteen girls he’s been with before us. he will take you to the same starry places he bit my lip and called me perfect. he will tell you the same secrets that he fed to me. i got high on it, finally felt complete.
one day the texts stop, one day he starts standing you up, one day he only kisses you when he’s drunk. one day you’re crying with your arms wrapped around a bottle of vodka because you don’t know what you did wrong but he doesn’t really love you but you’ll fucking die for him and
one day you’re alone at night waiting for him to come home even though you know he’s out with someone else who actually makes him whole and i know this because right now i’m writing a poem from the dark space of our kitchen with my bags packed but too scared to leave yet and i just know if he could ruin me he could ruin you
you’re gonna be his little toy because that’s just what he makes girls into
and i fear for you
i fear for you
i fear for you.
- avoid panty liners as much as possible. It’s not good to have that chemical pad all day that locks in moisture. it can lead to infections and rashes. you already have to deal with that once a month. with that said…
- CHANGE YOUR PANTIES FREQUENTLY. have 14+ panties so you can wear 2 a day (one during the day + one once you get home)
- free ball it as much as possible. if you hate lounging around the house without panties, at least take it off when you’re asleep.
- opt for loose 100% cotton panties w/o any lace/rough materials.
- throw out your panties every 3-4 months
- hand wash always. if you can, soak them in hot water to disinfect. make sure you rinse out the soap thoroughly.
- wear looser panties during your period. you’ll probably be bloated and also all that moisture is breeding ground for bacteria. designate 4-5 panties for that time of the month.
- smaller high absorbency pads > large regular ones. again with the moisture and bacteria.
- don’t leave your tampon in for more than 4-6hrs. I know most brands advertise that you can wear it up to 8-12hrs but it’s better to change it.
- with that said, don’t worry too much about toxic shock syndrome. that was back in the day when they had ultra absorbent tampons that they left in for extended periods of time. contemporary tampons aren’t built that way.
- check to see that you don’t already have a tampon up there before sticking another one in. it happens more often than you think.
- wash your private area with warm water when you get home. if you can, try to wash it with water/wet toilet paper during the day too. toilet paper just isn’t enough.
- avoid douching and vaginal washes/wipes at all cost. water is more than enough. the soaping you do during your showers is also more than enough.
- don’t let soap too close around the vagina (the opening not the labias). it messes with the pH balance and can cause infections.
- avoid tight/non-breathable clothing in hot weathers. it causes chaffing and hyper pigmentation.
- for those who masturbate, make sure you buy good quality sex toys. don’t be sticking just anything in there. if you’re using your hands, make sure they’re squeaky clean.
- see a gynecologist at least once a year
*i know this has nothing to do with hygiene but take off your bra as much as possible, especially while you sleep. the fact that most women wear the wrong size bra means you really aren’t helping your back/shoulders.
also reminder that not everyone with a vagina is a woman/feminine. the title isn’t trying to imply that. I was just going with the general term they use in medical situations.
I have a little cousin who is around seven and he is a very gnc little boy, and my family has a gross history of denying him toys and clothes and hobbies that he wants because they are girl things. This week I was in touch with his mother and she was telling my mother how he started asking her if boys can have their ears pierced, too, and that he wants it. She obviously didn’t want that so she told him that he was too young and that he has to grow up first.
And his 1 year old sister got her ears pierced against her will when she was one week old. I pointed that out to her, and she said, “well yeah, but she’s a girl”.
Girls are expected to suffer. Girls are meant to suffer, and to be branded as the lesser sex; the second category, the subhuman. My heart goes out for my little cousin who has so much suffering ahead of her, already marked in her body with metal and pink. My heart goes out for every little girl, because I have been there, and I know the marks it leaves. I know how hard recovering from the trauma of having your girlhood stolen is.
i dont know what she does but i do know that i had one set goal in mind when designing her: to make her the most fABULOUS walter girl there ever was u_u i even listened to nicki minaj the entire time while drawing her to ensure Maximum Fabulosity. do you guys think i succeeded?
i think this is her solidified design until i shove her in an actual walter girl dress— i lOVE DRAWING WALTERNATES BTW, its so fun having a set color scheme and idea to toy around with u_u someday i hope i can cosplay this chick too
summary: I don’t even know how to explain it? I had the idea to write that while listening to ‘what would you do’ covered by Bastille
THI IS YOUR POV:
You were a great A student in high school, you rarely failed the thigs you were doing. You were smart and everyone knew you for it. You weren’t a party girl, you prefered to study until falling asleep. You always planned on having the best grades so you could have the job of your dreams. But you wanted to go out a little so you went to a big party, it was the holidays and you just wanted to have fun for once
You spotted a blond boy talking to some girls and you recognised him. Luke Hemmings, he was at the same school than you. He wasn’t a bad person but hey was known for drinking at parties. You went to talk to him, you drank with him a little. You enjoyed his company and so did he. Things went fast, you end up really quick naked in his room. But you didn’t plan that this night would ruin your whole life.
I was at my best friend’s party and I was kinda bored. There was girls, beers, again a lot of girls and a group of strippers. Yeah, he know how to party. I was about to go home when I made eye contact with her. I remembered her, she was in high school with me. And to be honest it was a big shock. How could she end up here? As a stripper? The last time I saw her was like, 2 years ago?
“Hey you, you’re Y/N Y/L/N right?” I said as I walked towards her. By the look on her face I could say that she knew me too “Yeah. I remember you, Luke Hemmings” she answered me, as cold as ice. Not going to lie, I had a best memory of her when she was in my bed. I took her right arm and dragged her outside the house.
“You’ll have to pay me Hemmings if you’re bringing me at your house” she said crossing in arms on her breast. I openened my eyes wide open “What? No! I lean. We’re not here for that”. She breathed loudly “Then why are we are? I need to go back inside, it’s my job. I don’t think my boss will be hapy if he finds out that I spent the night doing nothing but talking” I looked at her. “I just want to ask questions” I told her, scratching the back of my head.
THIS IS YOUR POV:
You sat on a chair. You knew what kind of questions he was about to ask. They all ask the same things and you always answer with the same things. But this time, you couldn’t tell him everything. “Okay. Ask” you told him, a little nervous. “Well, why did you becamme a stripper? I mean I was in high school with you. I knew your reputation: always good grades, rarely go out. And why did you disapear after we slept together? I mean, no one saw you at school after that” You had to cut him to avoid more questions. “Slow down a little. Okay, listen. To begin, I had to move out, my dad got a promotion in another city. And you wanna know why I’m doing this? It’s because I need money. My parents kicked me out when they found out I was pregnant. I couldn’t go to school, so I had to find a job to feed my baby. And I found this one” you answered him, doing your best to not burst into tears.
“This is stupid. You could have found another job! Looks like you like it at the end They’re always others job, like barista? Cashier?. And where’s the dad of the baby?” He asked you, definitely wanting more explainations. How dare he talk to you like that?! He didn’t know anything about you. You felt sick and wanted to yell at him but you knew that you could lost the job too. “You don’t know anything about me” you spated at him “You don’t know what kind of nightmare for me this is. You don’t know how it feels to be with those pigs, making them have a good time when all you want is to die because you can’t handle to live like that. I tried to find better jobs but you see, I didn’t finished school so no one wanted to hire me. But I love my baby girl, she’s my sunshine. I’m doing this so she can have a great life, clothes, toys and food. You can’t judge me when you don’t know me Luke.” You tried to talk to him nicely but you ended up screaming at him.
He stayed silent for 5 minutes and so did you. It was the first time that you told someone about you wanting to die and by his sad eyes, you knew he was truly sorry. “I didn’t mean to upset you Y/N. I’m just sorry for you, you deserve so much better, you’re still young, you can still go back to school and leave this job to find your dream job” you cut him by putting your left hand in front of his mouth “I don’t have enough to pay school Luke. And I dont need your pity. I hate this job but men are saying I’m good at it. I’ll stop this when my daughter have a safe life”
“God you’re so stupid Y/N” he yelled at you “This is not safe for you! Let me help you! I can ask my mother to help you study, or have classes by correspondance. I know we were not friends but since you and I slept together, I kinda think you’re my friend. I can’t leave you like this” he told you to stay here and went inside to come back 2 minutes later with a paper. “This is my number. Call me if you want my mother’s help” he handed you the paper and you had no choices to take it.
Luke was right, you couldn’t do this your whole life. What if your daughter’s friends found out? Everyone would laugh at her, saying that her mom is a “slut” or a “whore”. Luke left the party after that and you went back inside to finish the night. You won a lot of money, it look like they enjoyed having you with them. To be honest, you couldn’t be mad at Luke for trying to help you. You were scared that he would found the truth about you.
It was around 2 in the morning when you went home alone. You had to walk because you didn’t buy a car yet. The first thing you did when you closed the door was running to your daughter’s room, checking on her, to see if she was sleeping goog.
I went home a little worried about Y/N. It was stupid to be worried about her but she just didn’t deserve all of this. We never talked before the day we slept together and I’m not really the type of guy who would ignore her the next day. I really want to know her when school was starting back but she just ever came and I didn’t know why until today. I decide to go see her at her work one day, to see how she’s dealing with it.
THIS IS YOUR POV:
You sat next to her bed and watch her sleep like an angle. God she was so beautiful, she had her dad’s nose and his beautiful eyes. “Hey baby girl, you know what? I saw your dad tonight”
Harry: You giggle as he hovers over you on the couch. A quiet night at his house turns into a night full of laughter, and playful remarks. His curls brush against your face as his lips kiss your cheek. You desperately want to feel his lips on yours but you don’t want to kiss him first. You have a strong desire to feel his lips on yours. “You’re cute when you laugh” he whispers before getting off the couch. He takes your hand and hurries into the kitchen, he spins you around sweetly, before pulling you into his arms, like a perfect dance routine. “You’re not bad yourself when you laugh” you smile before he spins you around again. “you like to dance don’t you?” you question,
“not really, but the smile on your face is beautiful when you dance.” Harry sweetly comments, his eyes shinning down at you. You look at him and a smile appears on your face, he leans down slowly before his lips press onto yours, a sweet kiss taking place. Butterflies in your stomach form and flutter uncomfortably. Harry smiles into the kiss before pulling away. His lips on yours feels perfect, it’s a sweet sensation you can’t explain.
Liam: You lay on your bed quietly, Liam in front of you, looking down at his phone. His eyes beam down at his phone, not taking his eyes off it. Your eyes gleam towards his lips, so plump and sweet. You force your eyes to move away from his lips, the lips you desperately want to lock yours on. Your hormones raging at the thought of his lips on yours, a want to feel them. You scoot closer and get his attention, he looks at you, with a sweet glisten in his eye. He smiles at you before placing his phone down. He knows what you want, he knows you want the attention you crave from him. He takes your hands, and runs his fingers over your knuckles. You lean up and kiss him sweetly, a few pecks before the kiss deepens.
Louis: He looks at you, ignoring the game he was playing moments ago, for an unknown reason. You don’t look away from your book, more interested in the book than Louis at the moment. He pushes the book down, wanting your full attention. You look at him confused, usually he wants to play the game in peace. He gives you a crooked smile, before trapping you in his blue eyes. They have a slight twinkle to them, a twinkle that makes your heat beat faster, unaware of what they are planning, and unaware of what he is thinking. Niall is a hard person to read, you barely know what’s going through his mind. When you notice him lick his lips, you know what he wants, you know what he is planning and you know what he is thinking. He only licks his lips when he has a desire for something, a desire for passion, love, and affection. His smile begins to grow wider before he finds himself hovering over you. His beautiful blue eyes start to sparkle, they have found what they love, his breathing is a little heavy, his own butterflies starting up in his stomach. His finger trails down your collarbone, before he bites his lip, trying to stop the temptation. His eyes leave your gaze, making their way to your exposed neck, before they make contact with your lips. He makes you think he’s going to kiss your lips before you feel tender kisses being trailed down your neck, he slowly moves to your jaw line, messing with your emotions. You can’t resist his soft kisses down your jawline and neck, they are irresistible. You love the way his lips feel when he kisses your soft skin, being gentle and careful not to leave any marks.
Niall: (This is a bit touchy so read at own risk)
You pull at your sleeves, hiding the marks on your beautiful skin, your having an off day, you’re up and down with how you feel, some days you are okay with wearing short sleeve tops, some days you just can’t bare to be reminded of what you did. You can’t help but keeping pulling at your sleeves, paranoid that you’re exposing too much. Your dinner lays untouched, as you’re more worried about keeping your wrists covered. Niall notices your discomfort, he isn’t the one to like talking about these things. Although he would listen to you day and night. He watches as you continue to tug the sleeves, his eyes are soft, showing sympathy for you. He doesn’t open his mouth to say a word, instead he gets up, pulling you away from the table. His cold hands tug you into the living room, where he sits you down on the couch. He doesn’t say a word still, he is still speechless, but he won’t be for long. He starts to pace around the room, a finger to his chin as he deeply thinks of something, something you’re unaware of. You watch as he continues, starting to make you anxious and nervous, the anticipation of what he does slowly eating away at you. You pull once more at your sleeves before Niall looks at you. He sits next to you, making you face him. He takes your arms before gently rolling the sleeves up on each arm. You go to pull them down but he shakes his head, his soft dark eyes looking at you. His eyes move to your hands before he turns your left wrist over. “you’ll never treat yourself right darling but I want to too. If I let you know, I’m here, for you, maybe you’ll love yourself, like I, love you.” he softly sings before he lays a few kisses down in your wrist, where your scars lay. He looks at you before trailing kisses again on your scars. Your heart flutters at the feeling, the feeling of him kissing away the pain he knows that you have to live with. You love the way it feels to have his care, love, trust, commitment and most of all you love the way it feels to have his kisses along your scars.
Zayn: You stand in the spare room, the room that will one day be your kids room, but for now you’ve been holding off on that. Zayn wants to make it ann cave but you don’t want too. You stand in the room looking at the walls, and admiring how you could paint them a pretty purple for a girl or a blue for a boy. All the shelves that could be lined with toys, and baby things. Meanwhile Zayn smiles at the wall where he wants another 3D TV, and turn to the corner where he can see a pool table being placed. You cross your arms not agreeing with him, he knows very well he will lose out on his plans and ideas. He rolls his eyes knowing he has no chance. He takes a step close to you, his arms wrapping around you, before drawing circles on your hips, his hands slowly trail further up your body before he rests them back down at your waist. He leans over your shoulder, his taller frame making this easy for him. He kisses your cheek unexpectedly, and you love that. Usually he whispers something that makes no sense, or tells a joke that isn’t even funny. But you love when he kisses you off guard, even if it is nothing but a kiss on the cheek. He knows secretly he can’t resist just having one kiss, and you know just as well be cant contain himself.
It’s almost Christmas! I have gingerbread cookies in the oven and I just iced some reindeer. I finished shopping today. Time to sit down with a cup of spiked cocoa and relax. (already had a glass of wine!) I love all the wonderful news about our favorite girl. She had a nonstop year! I hope she is relaxing too and I know she’s so happy to be at home with her family.
K: hey Santa I need some ginger if you can tear yourself away from the toy store
R: hi honey. I’m leaving now. I got the 5 foot unicorn. Have you started the cookies I asked for?
K: You better be kidding and not yet. And before you ask - NO I am not making anatomically correct gingerbread people. You are so one track even with cookies
R: So I won’t be nibbling a robust gingerbread bottom? It was only a suggestion. I have a surprise for you. There’s a red bag in the kitchen pantry that says Mrs. Claus
R: go open it. It’s an early Christmas gift
K: OK. Hold on
R: I’ll wait :)
K: O.M.G. DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
are you fucking kidding me??? A storm trooper nutcracker?
R: thought you might like that
K: are you kidding? I LOVE IT!!! And the cookbook!
R: I read on twitter that you said your character Maureen was a little nutty
K: I hope your New Year’s resolution is to get off twitter
R: honey you know that’s how I keep up with us
K: yeah whatever
R: they were talking about my guitar case
the fact that you travel with my guitar seems to bother some. Really so fucking stupid. Some insist it’s yours
K: I have my own guitar case. Maybe you need a new one from Santa
R: I like that one just the way it is. I’m glad you like the nutcracker. It was just a little something to get you in the mood
K: the mood?
R: the holiday baking mood
K: ha ha. I know what kind of “mood” you’re in
R: if you are thinking “Christmas nibbling mood” you’re spot on
K: you are ALWAYS in the nibbling mood
R: only because you are so delicious to nibble on
K: did you get the stocking stuffers on my list?
R: I would like to stuff your stocking
K: Shut up
R: don’t be a scrooge
K: never. I’m just sitting here looking at our tree and smiling
R: the tree looks amazing
K: I love how each ornament means something and I love the ones you picked out. That crystal carriage is perfect
R: for my newest princess
K: I love how you’re so sentimental
R: that’s what Christmas is to me. Being sentimental & being with my family. It’s so good to be home
K: I know it’s been a crazy busy year
R: NYC in a couple of weeks and it will start up again.
K: you can read her the NYC books you got last week
R: I can’t wait to read The Night Before Christmas
K: you’re the best Santa ever
R: it’s the most wonderful time of the year
K: you’re wonderful
R: you’re more wonderful. I love you
K: Merry Christmas dude. Love you more
So sweet Maya
I have lots to do in the next couple of days but I’m looking forward to a family Christmas. That’s what it’s all about. Family and sharing the magic together. No Scrooges here! Just love. That’s all we need. It’s going to be OK.