one of my goals for 2017 was to get comfortable with myself without makeup and it’s only february and here i am in class totally bare faced feeling good as hell and it’s so great. i didn’t understand before what a weight off your shoulders it is to be able to rush out the door and not worry about painting on a whole face every morning like it’s so convenient. also i started a dream journal to keep track and understand my dreams better and it’s been kind of therapeutic? honestly for the past 3 or 4 years my yearly resolutions have centered around finding a relationship and this year my goals are much more self oriented and it’s been a lot more rewarding

So much of this long ass fart worthy liberal discourse on this stupid fucking hell site is just trying to find magical progressive grey areas for rape. Literally fuck you!!!!!!!! Get your fucking buzzwords out of my face, get your nasty hands off of the conversation, don’t try to reason with me on this with your boo hoo terfs are incapable of stringing a sentence together bullshit. If you give a shit at all about the person you want to have sex with, like bare minimum plain old normal human decency care, there should be nothing controversial with “consent is enthusiastic” and “don’t fucking lie about something important.” But whatever!! Let’s bring dog collars into the public sphere, porn’s great for children, @ me that fucking cartoon about what color your sex partner’s face should be when you’re choking them complete with titties. If getting laid is the fucking center of your politics, you have shitty fucking politics. At best.


‘‘Hey, (Y/n), have you seen my…oh.’‘

You shriek as you swirl around, quickly crossing your arms in front of your barely covered chest. ‘Of course he just had to walk in while you were standing in your bra…’ you grumble in your mind.

Harry in the meantime is standing in the doorframe with his eyes glued on your body. When he sees your glare, he couches and a smile creeps on his face.

‘‘Well, I was going to ask if you had seen my red T-shirt, but I guess this is alright too…’‘

He quickly ducks as you throw a pillow at his face.

‘‘Get your ass out of here, Potter!’‘

(Gifs not mine)


Black Sails meme: [¾] pirates
 ↳ Billy Bones

“Have you ever been tortured? Suffered pain applied by men who saw you as less than a man? Saw you as an animal? ‘Cause it isn’t actually the pain they’re inflicting that’s the most frightening part of it. It isn’t the fear of future pain. It’s the knowledge that even when the pain stops, even if they were to let you go, that they’ve changed you. That pain, that fear, that despair has made you someone else, someone you barely recognize. Against your will. I said what I had to say to get out of that place, but I have no intention of honoring their offer. Ten pardons? I would fight to the death to ensure not a single one of my brothers ever has to face what I faced. Now, if there’s a man on this crew that feels differently, that feels as though he’d be willing to accept another brother suffering that fate so that he might avoid it, then that’s a man I need to remove from my crew.“

Nothing like sleeping with bare feet pressed in your face.

During the holiday season, myself, my sister, and my nephew would travel to my mom’s for the holiday break or during the summer time. A lot of the time I would try and sniff my nephews feet when he’d sleep. He used to put his feet in my face a lot but now that he was getting older, he was phasing out of that so the only way to sniff his feet now was when he’d be sleeping. He was 17 at this time and just gotten back from a tournament which was close to where my mom’s house was.
Anyway, we were down in the basement watching tv. As I said he had just gotten back from a tournament so his feet were still a little smelly even though he had quickly showered. Now we always sleep on the couch and my mom’s couch is this wrap around couch, well more like an L shape. So he always takes the long end and would lay down opposite of me and put his bare feet under the blankets. We’d continue watching tv until like 12 or 1 in the morning until I would hear him lightly snoring. I’d turn off the tv and quietly lay down right by his feet. Normally his knee’s would be bent so his feet weren’t fully extended out so it was perfect to get my face situated just in the right spot so it would line up in the path of foot in face destruction :) I’d grab the big blanket he was under and stretch it out so he was covering my face as well. It was pitch black as I waited and listened to his deep sleep breathing. 

It didn’t take long for him to start stirring in his sleep. I waited and finally heard him kind’ve move his body and extend his legs. I soon felt the very warm padded bottom’s of his bare feet press up against my face. His feet pushing into my nose as I took a good inhale. I’d just lay still letting him get situated. One foot usually saying situated against my face, either the center or the bottoms of his toes pressed against my nose. The other either ride by it or slightly resting on my body or on top of my head. I would lay there feeling the pressure of his naked teenage foot pushed into my face. After awhile I would have to slightly back my head up so I could breathe more easily but I’d still maintain my nose pressed into his sole. 

He’d shift every now and then throughout the night but it was so hot having his teen bare feet and toes press into my face. As it got light out I could see the bottoms of his feet more clearly and would still just lay quietly under the blanket, letting a little light seep in. He’d shift in his sleep again and I’d watch as one or both feet would press up against my face and keep themselves pinned there as I breathed in the faint dry odor. I’d pretend he was awake and would play out cocky comments he would say to me in my head as his feet would come extending toward my face. 

“Sex On The Ceiling”....Pt.3

As soon as I caught my breath, I realized what just happened. Trey already popped up fast as hell and was getting dressed. Mortified, embarrassed, and apologetic, barely described how I felt at that moment. Even so, the more I thought about it, the more I realized how much worse this must have felt for Trey. Shit, having the girl you’ve been dating, call out her Ex’s name, while your face is buried between her legs, has to be top on the list of the worst things that can happen. Still dwelling on how crazy this was, I sat up on the bed putting my face in my hands. I let feelings that I had towards Moses resurface and get the best of me, fucking up our situation…Damn. I knew it was more than over between Trey and myself, which I was okay with. I also knew I needed to apologize but I had no clue where to start. He silently stood by the dresser aimlessly scrolling on his phone, making me somewhat apprehensive. It was clear that he was waiting for me to leave, but It wouldn’t be right if I just left without saying a word. Even though I had a hunch this would go south, I said fuck it and spoke to him


“Oh so know you know my name?”

“Trey, I am so sorry…It just slipped out. ” I said, taking a deep breath as I got up.

“It just slipped out???  A curse just slips out!  A fuck, or a shit.  Not another mans Name!” He said walking over to me. “I may be a nice guy but I’m not a fucking fool. You called me Moses, your EX’s name, and Mogul which I’m guessing is his nickname. That’s twice!!!! You obviously still have feelings towards him…Am I right?”


Am I right?”

“I don’t know.” I said, hesitantly. 

“You don’t know?…Humph, yeah right.” He said looking away as he shook his head. “I knew something was still up between you two when he popped up at the cafe. Shit, the way you looked away when I introduced myself to him, as if you didn’t want to hurt him?? This is some complete bullshit! You knew you weren’t over him and yet you continued to date me. You had me flying out here for no damn reason. Why the hell would you waste my time like this?”

“Trey, it wasn’t even like that. You’re acting like I was plotting or some shit. I honestly didn’t even think about Moses until then.”

“Until when?? At the cafe? or when I was eating you out?? Which I’m glad you enjoyed by the way. You know what, don’t even answer that. I’m pretty sure I know what you meant, which means you knew you were using me to try and get over him. You’re wrong as hell, Teeleah. Shit, even more so, standing here practically naked in front of me, when I didn’t even get my dick wet. This shit could have at least happened after that.” 

“Oh really?? Humph, fuck you!” I said, as I turned around to gather my clothes. “I’m over here trying to sincerely apologize and you wanna act like a fuckin ass…What the fuck more do you want me to say?? It was a terrible mistake that I’m truly sorry for!”

After I quickly got dressed, I sat on the bed. He pulled out his phone and began aimlessly scrolling again. I felt awful and being over-emotional, I started to tear up. Trey took notice and sat next to me.

“Look, I could’ve handled this better….I’m sorry and I know you are too. I took it a little too far, especially with my last remark. To be honest, my dick was getting hard again staring at you practically naked, which made me more pissed.” He said, laughing. 

“Yeah”, I said nervously laughing, “My bad…I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s cool…So, are you ready for me to take you home?”

“Na, I think I’m just gonna call a cab…I need time to think and it seems like I do that best while riding around.” 

“I completely understand.” He said, as we both got up.

After we hugged and said our goodbyes, I left his hotel room. While I was happy to part ways with him on a better note than I expected, I still felt like shit. Here I was back at “square one”…Alone again and still in love with Moses.    


An ocean lies between your body and mine. Dark blue, freckled with yellow specks, and static-y beneath my scraggly socks when I cross it on my way to the bathroom. I can see you breathing, the slight rise and fall of your chest, a ship bobbing among the waves. Your lips are parted, inviting and I suck in a breath, barely holding myself back from pushing myself out of bed and stealing the air right out of your lungs.

The moonlight casts a shadow through the window and sprinkles stardust on you face, appearing as tiny dots on your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and leaving a small one right on the edge of your mouth.

I wonder what you’d do if I actually tried to kiss you?

I don’t though, not tonight. Maybe soon, if I ever get up the courage.
Instead I close the fettered expanse of water between us as much as I can, sleeping on my side, facing you, my hand outstretched and hanging between our beds.

You sleep towards me too, body always ready to protect.

“Sammy,” you mumble, voice hoarse and cracking like drought-wracked ground and you scoot over, closer, and teeter on the edge of the mattress.

I wonder if it’s a sign, my name finding you even in sleep.

I wish it meant you wanted me back.

Get Past This Part4

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           “Why do I feel so nervous?” You asked Kate as you fixed the sleeves of your barely covering your ass black dress, scrunching your nose after you pulled on your black heeled booties. “I’m missing something,” You held out your hand to Kate and she quickly threw you the dark grey sleeveless zip coat. You put it on and faced her for expection.

           She nodded in contentment, “Yep all good, why’re you nervous? It’s only dinner.”

           “Only dinner,” You echoed, “with two boys I used to call my brothers.”

           Kate cupped your face and smiled, “You’ll be fine, if anything goes wrong I’ll come and pick you up.”

           “Why can’t I just take the car?” You asked.

           “Because the last time you drove upset you nearly got in a crash and I nearly lost my baby,” Kate answered while handing you your black purse. “Now please, go have fun; dance a little, laugh a little.”

           You sighed with a smile, “Okay,”

           Kate smacked your bum and you laughed while you walked out of your room and out of your apartment, you got into the cab and told him where to drop you off. On the way there you glanced down at your phone and saw a text message from Johnson, telling you not to be surprised if he kissed you because he was so excited to see you. You felt yourself grinning down at your phone as you typed back that it was okay because Jack had basically done the same thing, he told you that him and Jack were already there and for you to get here quicker. Your stomach burst with butterflies when you realized that you were pulling up to the restaurant that Johnson told you to come too. You quickly paid for the ride and found yourself walking towards the table they were sat in.

           It was like Johnson had a radar for you because the second you stepped into the eating area, following the lady who was bringing you to where the boys were sitting, his eyes hit yours. Your lips spread into a shy smile as Jack turned around in his seat, a sexy smile on his lips as you walked towards him.

           “They look overly happy to see you.” The lady teased as Johnson stood up. You gave her a smile and she stopped walking, holding out her arm as if you didn’t know where you were going already.

           Your legs just carried you and suddenly your heart started beating faster, to say you dreamt about seeing Johnson again was an understatement, you had thought about it so many times, you had imagined it happening again and again, in the most surprising places. Sometimes you dreamt that they would show up at some frat party, just because, or if you were walking around the mall with Kate and you bumped into them at the cash register, and even thought about it happening at a coffee shop, but you never thought it would happen.

           The look on Johnson’s face was just pure happiness, his eyes were gleaming and his smile widened with every step you took to get to him. His arms immediately opened for a hug and you walked into him, pressing into him as far as you could get because this felt like a dream. If it was a dream, then you wanted to hold onto him until you woke up. With his arms wrapped around your shoulders and your face dug into his shoulder, his cologne wrapped around you and tears sprang into your eyes because at one point you didn’t know if he would actually come back for you once his life calmed down.

           “God,” Johnson sighed into your neck, “I never thought I would see you again.”

           “Well,” you pulled back with a smile, “you never did say goodbye.”

Your cheeks burned because of your smile, but Johnson took no notice as he grabbed your face and kissed your cheek, halfway thankful he didn’t attack your face like Jack had done. When he pulled back he reached for the chair that was between him and Jack and pulled it out for me, you sat down and smiled at Jack. “Hey,” you breathed.

           “Hey gorgeous,” Jack grinned and leaned over to kiss your cheek, “how’re you?”

           “Yeah, fuck, you have to tell us what’s going on with you?” Johnson sat as he sat down.

           “Well,” You leaned back into the chair, placing your hands in your lap. “I’ve been doing good, Kate’s made sure I haven’t gotten too lonely without you guys.”

           They gave you a sad smile but Johnson asked, “Do you know what you’re going to major in?”

           And that’s how it went for a good hour and a half, between the eating, laughing and drinking, you just talked. About everything, not one thing was left out. You told them about meeting some creep at a party, told them that he followed you into your room and you had to kick him in the balls and call the police. You told them about the first time you got drunk here, about how you and Kate scaled a fence and skinny dipped in not only the pool but also the ocean. They told you about Digitour, told you about all the drama. They told you about MAGcon ending, but also that they still hung out with the guys and talked with them nearly every day, they told you about their trip to London and how they had their first legal beer and told you about how they got their hearts broken.

           And then you made the mistake asking about Nate and suddenly the table got awkward and quiet. “I genuinely want to know,” You told them. “Not because I think we’ll ever get back together, but he had been my best friend before my boyfriend.”

           Johnson looked over at Jack and tilted his head while fiddling with his straw, “Should we tell her?”

           “Tell me what?” you asked, looking between the two wondering who was going to tell you.

           Your eyes settled on Jack and he placed his elbows on the table, rubbing his jaw. “Nate’s been with this girl for 3 months now,” Jack said slowly.

           You hadn’t meant too, you thought two years had been enough for your heart to get over it, but you guess it hadn’t been enough because when Jack told you, the words sank in and hit you like a ton of bricks. “Oh,” you said and recovered, “is she, you know, treating him well?”

           “Nadia is no you, Y/N.” Jack said softly.

           “Nadia is a mistake for Nate, they aren’t good to each other.” Johnson said, bringing your eyes to him.

           “How’d they meet?” You asked, trying to keep your voice calm and level, instead of giving in to wanting to cry. It had been two years, what did you expect? Were you really that naïve to think that Nate would wait for you? That naïve to think that a gorgeous guy like him wouldn’t find a girl?

           Jack sighed. “I’m not telling her this.”

           So you looked at Johnson, pleading his eyes with yours to just tell you, to not dance around your fragile self, that you thought was stronger than this. But Johnson saw right through your pretty eyes, he saw right through the strong persona that you put out and right into the fragile girl he befriended in first grade. “After the first year,” He paused and looked down for a second before continuing. “Losing you was really hard on him, he really wanted you back but he knew UCLA was your ticket away from your dad so he stayed away. He and Nadia met last year and they used each other for hookups and three months ago she demanded to be in a relationship or she’d cut him out of her life, and he thought you weren’t coming back. So, yeah.”

           You nodded  and picked at your nail polish, “Is he in love with her?”

           “We’d like to believe he still loves you, but he doesn’t tell us what he’s feeling when it comes to you.” Johnson answered and you nodded again.

           You took a deep breath as Jack’s strong hand touched your inner thigh, giving you a squeeze, telling you to look at him and when you did he gave you a smile. “He’ll realize the mistake soon enough.”

           You sat up straighter, shaking this feeling away. You gave both Jacks smile, “Well, it’s in the past and I’ve gotten over it.”

           The Jacks saw right through it, but they didn’t call you out on it.


You know what. Sometimes you gotta step out the shower and show your bare naked face to a bunch of people on the Internet. Why? Because it’s taken me so long to be confident enough to do so. I’m not perfect. My eyebrows aren’t kept. I have freckles and my skin isn’t even. But who cares? I don’t. And that’s all that matters. As Supermaryface says: YOU EXIST FOR YOU. That’s all.

Confidence doesn’t appear overnight. It’s something you work hard to get. I know you can all get there and if showing my face like this helps in anyway then of course I’ll share it with the world.

Before people say ‘YE but they’re filtered blah blah blah’ yes. 2 are. 1 isn’t. Deal with it.

I want this community to realise how incredible they are. Inside and out. Now. Let’s all start to help build each other up. Maybe one day we’ll have the epic handsomeness which Mark seems to feel he has. Maybe.

Oosh out
Thank you for existing

Magnus cleared his throat. “Quick warning. The guy who just walked in is an ex,” he said. “Well. Barely an ex. It was very casual. And we parted very amicably.”

At that moment, Richard caught sight of him. Richard’s whole face spasmed; then he crossed the floor in two steps.

“You are scum!” Richard hissed, and then picked up Magnus’s glass of wine and dashed it in his face. “Get out while you can,” he continued to Alec. “Never trust a warlock. They’ll enchant the years from your life and the love from your heart!”

“Years?” Magnus spluttered. “It was barely twenty minutes!”

“Time means different things to those who are of faerie,” said Richard, the pretentious idiot. “You wasted the best twenty minutes of my life!”

Magnus grabbed hold of his napkin and began to clean off his face. He blinked through the red blurriness at Richard’s retreating back and Alec’s startled face.

“All right,” he said. “It’s possible I was mistaken about the amicable parting.” He tried to smile suavely, which was difficult with wine in his hair. “Ah well. You know exes.”

Alec studied the tablecloth. There was art in museums given less attention than this tablecloth.

“Not really,” he said. “You’re my first ever date.

—  The Bane Chronicles, The Course of True Love