okAY I’ve literally had this in my inbox for months i’m so sorry (it’s from my old blog lmao that’s how old it is hence the screenshot) buT if it’s any consolation this is actually massively long (just under 5k lmao whoops whats a short fic i’ve never heard of that). also, while i’m pretty satisfied with the job i’ve done, i would like to disclaim that i literally know NOTHIGN about porn like i don’t think anyone expects me to be a porn expert but literally if there’s ANY accurate knowledge about filming porn in here whatsoever that’s entirely a coincidence. i made this shit up. all of it. okay. on with the fic.
Zayn doesn’t think he’s been this nervous since his A
levels. Maybe not even then. This may actually be the most nerve-wracking
moment of his life, excluding the time he went on a plane for the first time
and fucking Louis told him it was going to do loops in the air. Come to think
of it, Louis’ been involved in all his worst moments in one way or another.
It’s certainly his fault that Zayn’s here now. Well, his and Harry’s fault, if
Zayn’s being completely fair, but he prefers to blame Louis for everything
because he knows that if the positions were reversed, Louis would do the same.
Hi! I want to start learning how to speak and read/write Korean, but I have no idea where to start. What do you suggest?
Hi, we started by learning the alphabet and numbers first then learnt how to say basic things like greetings, days of the week and colours. There is also grammar to learn, but we suggest learning a bit of the basics before you try to learn that as it is a bit confusing.
Does it sound too demanding to demand you to continue the fake dating prompt you just continued on your drabbles? Tbh i just confused myself with that statement. But i just really need a continuation of that masterpiece you're killing me with. :):):)
hehehe continuation of this, this, and this. I don’t know why I wrote these all in different tenses, sorry :P
“You really don’t have to keep me company,” Jemma told Daisy as they sidled along the front row of the mostly-empty bleachers. “You should be out there playing.”
“Nah, I got kicked off the team,” Daisy shrugged, waving the bright pink spoon that had come with their ice cream cups. “Something about embarrassing everyone with how good I am.”
“You did not!” Jemma laughed.
“It’s true! Ask Trip.”
Jemma rolled her eyes but didn’t push it. Truthfully, she thought Daisy felt bad for not being attentive when Jemma had had her last panic attack, and though she didn’t blame her friend, she also didn’t want to prompt a discussion.
“Look at us,” Daisy chuckled, “sitting on the sidelines together, cheering on our boyfriends while they dominate a badminton tournament. This is the dream, girl.”
Jemma opened her mouth. She’d promised herself – without consulting Fitz – that she’d talk to Daisy, tell her the truth. Because if she kept going down this road with Fitz, she’d be fully in love by the time they made their revelation and everything would go to hell in a handbasket.
Next thing he was jogging towards them, and Jemma only had a second to process Daisy’s catcalls before he leaned over the barrier and kissed her, one hand on the back of her head, like a boyfriend could be expected to do with his girlfriend after a victory.
He tasted like sweat and chapstick and heat radiated from his body, and then he was gone, leaving Jemma’s fingers curling where his collar had been a second before.
“Ow ow!” Daisy called after him. “That’s right, Trip, take notes!”
Jemma pressed a trembling hand to her lower lip, still salty from Fitz’s kiss. Her gaze followed him as he trotted away, as he stooped to get his racket and as he caught Trip’s enthusiastic high-five.
“Aren’t you glad I set you two up?” Daisy chortled.
There it was. The perfect opening.
She squeezed her eyes shut, though the outline of Fitz still burned against her eyelids, and said quickly, “Daisy, Fitz and I aren’t actually dating. We’ve been pretending, to wind you and Trip up. A little prank, as punishment for trying to fix us up against our will.”
She expected an explosion, indignation, protestations – but Daisy just snorted.
“I’m serious!” Jemma cried, eyes flying open. “We plotted the whole thing out, that day we first had dinner–”
Daisy was shaking her head and smirking, though her exact expression was difficult to ascertain as she struggled with brainfreeze from the giant glob of ice cream she’d just inhaled. “Girl, whatever you think you’re doing, you and Fitz are definitely dating.”
Simultaneous soaring joy and crushing panic filled Jemma, and she suffered in silence as Fitz dove across the court to bat the birdy up for Trip’s excellent delivery.
Then, Daisy twisted to her and yelped, “Hold up! Does this mean you guys haven’t had sex?!”
opinions on the makeup industry? whats your relationship to the new "makeup artist" movement on social media? sorry ive been really fixated on this topic and i wanted to hear your cup of tea on the issue
To be honest, I’m kinda an outsider looking in here. It’s kinda a painful point for me - I kinda desperately want to learn to do my makeup, but nobody I know does it, and I cannot learn from videos, which are increasingly the only teaching tools available.
That said, I have managed to form a couple of general opinions:
The makeup industry, like any industry, is exploitive as fuck. This goes double for any industry that can be filed under “beauty.” Not only are there the incredibly shady practices (I’ve seen/heard of makeup distributors ripping each other off, outright scam artists selling cheap stuff with a new label more expensively, questionable ingredients, etc), but the whole thing is predicated on the idea that a woman’s value is in her appearance, and her appearance is never good enough. It’s toxic as hell. There is no ethical consumption under capitalism or kyriarchy.
Makeup artists are artists. As I alluded to above, I don’t really follow any youtubers, so I have literally no idea if you were looking for commentary about a specific social dynamic. But I’ve seen a fair amount of downplaying of makeup artistry, and I don’t really get it. I mean, as far as I can see, the difference between makeup artistry and, say, painting is that makeup artists are working on a way more complex canvas, and their work is inherently temporary. So yeah, they’re artists, full stop.
(I have a strong suspicion that a lot of the downplay and trivialization is because it’s seen as feminine, but that’s really a whole other post.)
Society’s ideas about makeup are toxic as hell. Makeup is both mandatory and proof that women are inherently manipulative liars. How messed up is that? In my ideal world, it would be something that you could use to look the way you want to look, regardless of gender, period. Not required, not a sign of anything except what you’re putting on display.
who’s the one to cry for everything: Felicity, but Oliver is 100% sniffling right beside her
who’s the more discipline parent and who’s the more lenient one: I think they’re both pretty lenient, but Felicity more than Oliver.
who helps with the science fair: Felicity duh, but Oliver is there watching them, both out of curiosity and worry that they are going to destroy is kitchen.
who does baby talk: Oliver good lord he’s so bad about it. Felicity’s like “If we talk in full regular sentences they’ll pick up the language better and faster.” “But look at her wittle feets.”
who wakes up for midnight feedings: Both
who’s the one who always worries: Oliver is the biggest worry wart
who picks up the kids early from school for some fun: depends on the day. If there’s an exciting museum exhibit or something fun/educational going on Felicity is yanking their asses out of school. She’s pretty sure she’d be a better teacher anyway, but she has a company to run. Oliver wants his kids to be better in school than he was, but there’s nothing wrong with ice cream or a movie once in awhile.
who’s the competitive parent: Felicity
who kisses the ouches: Oliver gives the best booboo kisses
who’s the sucker for the puppy eyes: Oliver. He can’t resist.
who makes the “dad jokes”: Both of them. Oliver’s specialty is food puns while Felicity’s is science puns
who embarrassed their kid for fun: Felicity (she’s more like her mother than she thinks)
> [Chen] “No celebratory sex until we finish our contract, but I think a hot, steamy makeout session is in order?” > Suho turns bright red. > [Suho] “Ch-Chen!!” > [Chen] “I’m just kidding! In any case, it’s getting dark, so we should head home. Thank you, Jongdae. I’ll be sure to treasure Junmyeon the way he deserves to be.” > Chen bows deeply to Jongdae’s grave, shortly followed by Suho. > [Suho] “Jongdae… I promise to live my life to the fullest, for the both of us. Thank you for being part of my life.” > The stars seem to shine brighter tonight.