a pretty girl is nothing if

Where’s the movie in which two girls do everything together until one of them gets a boyfriend and everything changes. Except, no one gets a boyfriend and instead of everything changing, nothing changes and they move in together and decide two beds are too expensive and ten years down the line realise they’ve pretty much been dating since they were fifteen and get married and have the Disney themed wedding they had been planning together since they were five. Bonus points if they have their own dance routine.

anonymous asked:

Sleeping meme with Becca x Mc?

Pit Stop Promises

Becca x MC: Sleeping/Shipping Meme | Rating: Pretty mature, so… yeah. 😉 Enjoy.

Who is a night owl:

There’s something intoxicating about 3 a.m. with Becca. This is the time when she is at her most bare (literally, metaphorically) and you love every. single. minute. of it. It’s worth the two shots of espresso you take in the afternoon. When midnight hits, your very own Cinderella sheds all pretensions of being Hartfeld’s It Girl. All through the wee hours, you talk about nothing and everything, building up, always building up, to a climax of conversations that lead your lips to hers and her hands digging through your hair.

Who is a morning person: 

You’ve discovered Becca’s weakness - the sun. Numerous vampire cracks have been made but she refuses to let the sun touch her face. Wrinkles, she says. Sun spots, she groans. You’re so vain, you tease, as you caress her porcelain face. She frowns and turns away, but not before throwing a pillow at your face. You tease her again that if the sun won’t give her frown lines, her consistent scowling would. She doesn’t hear you. She’s already fast asleep.

Are they cuddlers: 

You do not cuddle. Not yet anyway. “This is a pit stop,” Becca tells you as she undresses before you. That was Friday night. She said the same thing on Saturday night when you had taken her in her walk-in closet. She said the same thing on Sunday morning when she had pulled you into her tub. Even on Monday night when you had stayed overnight (“to work on a dance routine,” she had told Madison), this is what she said. It’s a pattern in the nights that followed. There is no cuddling, but a lot of groping, touching, feeling, yearning.

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:

You don’t cuddle through the night. But after a wild round of sex, Becca has no qualms of collapsing in your arms and pressing herself against you. You both stay quiet, catching your breaths, giggling at some insanely sexy or funny thing either one of you did. When the moment becomes too intimate, Becca pulls away.

What is their favourite sleeping position:

You don’t tell Becca but you love it when she rests her head on your chest, her blonde locks spilling over her face and bare shoulders. You look down and see her sleeping, smiling, content. It makes your heart race.

You do not know it because she will never tell you, but this is Becca’s favorite sleeping position too.

Who steals all the blankets:

You haven’t stayed over long enough to discover this, but you have a hunch that Becca is the blanket stealer between you two. You’re looking forward to finding out.

What they wear to bed:

What don’t you and Becca wear to bed? You’ve finally seen that sexy Catwoman suit she teased you about your first night together. It was everything you imagined… and more. You have been paying special attention to what you wear when meeting Becca. You’ve noticed she gets turned on more when you’re in black lingerie. As for Becca, she’s come to you in white negligee, flimsy blue-gray lace the color of her eyes… She likes dressing up for you. You like undressing her even more, but only if she’d let you. 

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:

This has not happened and will not happen. Your clothes aren’t designer enough for her anyway, and she’s a size smaller than you are. And you have yet to see Becca wear a T-shirt. The last time you were in her closet, no T-shirts were spotted (but you were both too busy with your mouth and fingers to do a closet check anyway).

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:

Conversations in the wee hours become more intense with the presence of wine, and you’ve noticed Becca falls asleep after she’s had two glasses of Cabernet. The last time she fell asleep mid-conversation, she was talking about how incredible she felt when you were around, how insanely sexy you made her feel. You wanted her to keep talking but she had fallen asleep with her head on your lap. She denied saying anything like this when you brought it up the next morning, reminding you of your “pit stop” arrangement.  But the blush in her cheeks betrayed her tone, and you smiled a secret smile. 

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:

The few times you had stayed over, you had woken up to Becca sobbing. It was always about her parents and she asked for comfort from you in the way that best made her forget about her worries – pressing her full lips against yours, sliding off your shirt and panties, nibbling on your earlobe, your neck, flicking her tongue, licking, lower, lower, lower… When nightmares come, she dominates you, the night, and everything that follows. You can do nothing but submit.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:

Thankfully this has not happened. The last thing you’d want is to bruise each other unintentionally.

Who can’t keep their hands to themselves:

It surprises you each time. When Becca texts you, the text you know is that secret invitation to her bedroom, you shake your head in disbelief. Pit stop, right? When you’re at the steps of the sorority home, the door always opens before you ring the bell. Becca is there, her arms folded, saying that you’re late, even if you aren’t. You follow her up the stairs, into her room, and as soon as the doors are locked, the night’s activities begins. Dance practice? Psychology homework? Biology? That’s what your suite mates and her sorority sisters know.

“It’s a pit stop.” That’s what she always says when she places her hand on your thigh and lets her fingers trail gingerly up under your skirt. You always answer with a smirk, asking her if it’s a pit stop for real this time as you slide your hands under the front of her shirt. “I promise,” is what she says, what she always says as she nibbles on your bottom lip and licks it. You believe her. You always do.

freakshow-dawes replied to your post “freakshow-dawes replied to your post :sometimes I think y’all really…”

I’ve only seen him from the TV show, but do plan to read the book. What I don’t like about the TV version of him is how distrustful, standoffish, and sometimes hostile he can be with strangers. I said nothing of him controlling Naomi or imprisoning Prax. Having a girlfriend doesn’t make him a misogynist, I didn’t say he was. I was replying to a different individual who used the term. I’ll be honest when I say the male lead always getting the girl trope is OLD.

Holden in the books is pretty great, and Holden in the show isn’t too far off from him, minus his goofiness, which Show!Holden is finally getting. But to address your points.

1. Holden doesn’t owe anyone a damn thing. Remember Kenzo? How he was willing to trust him and it almost got his crew killed? That would make anyone a bit wary of trusting any ol’ dude. Also, Holden is skeptical of people. He’s dealt with a lot of uncertainty and he prefers to sit back and wait, to make sure that he can trust who he’s dealing with. Hell, he worked with Miller pretty quick. But with everything that’s happened, can you blame him for being wary of people? Again, I think this is a lack of people considering how he might feel about things. Don’t have to like it, but at least figure out where it comes from. Certainly not nowhere.

2. You didn’t. But people did. I was saying people don’t give him fair assessments when explaining my post.

3. Again. You didn’t say it. I was talking about my original post, not you. 

4. Sure. But they’re a pretty healthy relationship in the books and it’s super refreshing in that sense. Full honesty, separating work from play, talking things out, respecting each other, apologizing for hurting each other. The show is gonna get us there a different way and it feels super organic. I’m not as bothered by the Naomi/Holden thing as everyone else is because I really like how it plays out over the books.

anonymous asked:

you should make up a wish list. knowing someone as hot as you is even in the same country makes me want to spend everything i earn on you!

Uhm… nope 😂 I know that this thing is pretty popular between 18/19 y.o. girls, but I’m 26, I have a bachelor’s degree, a master’s degree and a good job that allows me to buy pretty much everything I want… I don’t really need gifts from my followers. I’m here to share my pictures/videos, nothing else 😊

Thoughts at 3am

Mystic has been my rock.. I always came home because I had a reason to come home.. he was that reason.

Now that reason will be gone and I am contemplating my wanderlust

Before he got sick, we traveled the world together, nowhere was too far, nothing was out of reach… we snuck into Australia, we went to Haiti, we wound up in Duluth MN for a girl with really pretty eyes….

But these last few years, he hasnt been able to travel, or be by himself.

I didn’t even realize how long it’s been, it felt like just yesterday we were jetsetting around…

I didn’t even miss it at all because I had some great memories… and I was so happy to just sit in my chair and hold him :) 

I am, above all else, a man of simple pleasures… and nothing ever made me happier than sitting in my chair with him!

But now, now I am starting to wonder… the new quarter starts next week…. I used to go to class and come home as soon as I could because of him… now… I have no reason to.

I could fuck off for days and as long as I made it back by class time, who the fuck cares? I could run away to a study abroad program for a year or 10, and who gives a shit? 

I do not feel anything yet… no need to explore, no feeling of cagedness like I used to, no excitement…

I feel nothing but him in my arms as I type this, a feeling I love and have loved for over half my life. 

But these next few days, these next few weeks…. I know that I will feel a rollercoaster of emotions and I will be torn a thousand ways and nothing will be the same. 

I think back to Sally, how I took care of her day in and day out and what it was like that night she died. I woke up that morning excited, happy, we were going to finally start getting the ball rolling on getting married, and the docs were really hopefull and excited that the new meds would help with the MS. She was even speaking better. For weeks and months, I did everything from wash her, to help her eat, dress her, to even learning how to brush her teeth and hair. 

And that night she was gone. 

I adjusted fast. I went into autopilot mode. I got out of bed, did my stuff, came home, laid down with mystic… sometimes I slept, often I didn’t. I was angry, and that anger filled the void that she had occupied. 

With mystic, I wonder what will fill the void… because I’m not angry…. I will be sad, I will be hurt, I will miss him so very much, but I know with time, well, time fills voids. 

I know that I should go see my mother. I might drive out there for a long weekend. I haven’t seen her in years. 

I can do that now.

I will also take down the cameras in my room. I won’t need them anymore.

I will put all of his stuffed animals and toys in a box…. I will keep them… Maybe some day I can get pass them on or throw them away, but not for a while. The box will be fine. 

I will have to remove the reminders from my phone, morning meds, afternoon meds, night meds, fluids, reminders to buy food and litter, spreadsheets to track the stuff, barcode scanners to track what foods he liked and didn’t like, catnip puzzles and treats all over for him to explore and find, tunnels for him to play in behind the desks and behind the couch. 

I’ll finally be able to close the window and blinds. He hated them being closed because he loved to sit on the ledge and look out and feel the clean air.

When Sally passed away, it was easy. I grabbed mystic, I flew back to the united states, and I left everything behind. We lived in a house her mother owned, Sally had lived there 8 years prior to me moving in, my 2 years amounted to nothing much, but her family took care of it all… it’s what they wanted, it was for the best. 

I ended up back in the states, and taking care of dad soon after.

I’ll be 40 this year, life has a nasty habit of repeating itself. 

I think when you have had the experiences I have had, it warps you in some ways. For me, I treated every day as if there was no tomorrow. Too many times, there wasn’t one. How many nights did I go to bed thinking everything was fine, only to be woken in the middle of the night, handed a box and said “you’re moving in with ___, pack what you can and get out?” Fuck… way too many times. How many times did I lose friends while deployed? They were there that morning, but gone that day. How many times did I start a shift thinking it was a nice day, only to have to deal with situations that ripped my heart out … from child suicides to parents OD’ing with little kids running around, or spending 45 mins cutting open the wreck of a van because you can hear a kid crying, but … we were too slow. That day that I woke up and knew Sarah was gone. That night that I lost Sally and they told me they were sorry, they didn’t understand what happened, no one understood, … I didn’t understand either. I just felt angry. 

Thats why with Mystic, it didn’t matter if i had homework, or wanted to go and do ____… i hugged him, I kissed him, I held him. Cause I didn’t know if I’d get a tomorrow, I just knew there were a finite number of them and I made each one count. And I took pics, and I shared with friends all over the world stories of his shenanigans and I made the most of it. 

I have no regrets. :) I just wish it could have lasted another 20+ years. 

And now, now I have to figure out what I’m going to do with the next 20+ years without him… 

PETS SHOULD NEVER DIE, THEY SHOULD JUST TURN INTO STUFFED ANIMALS YOU CAN KEEP AND TAKE WITH YOU EVERYWHERE FOREVER

There is nothing by itself bad with stylizing female characters so they look bigger or are hairy, if anything I want more female characters who are big and hairy.
The ISSUE is when women of colour are portrayed as borderline animalistic big creatures and white girls are more human and allowed to be petite and pretty.
You can do diversity without dehumanizing WoC and butchness or implying femeninity can only be white.

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Protect Yourself With Government-Issued Sailor Moon Condom Packs

25 years later, Sailor Moon is still protecting us, though the Dark Kingdom’s got nothing on real-world dangers. Japan’s Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare launched a public awareness campaign on Monday to warn of sexually transmitted infections or diseases (STIs or STDs) such as syphilis which are spreading rapidly among young females.

The ministry turned to the Pretty Guardian herself for 5,000 posters and 156,000 leaflets. It will distribute these through 142 local governments and groups such as the Japan Medical Association, Japanese Society for Sexually Transmitted Diseases, Japan Foundation for AIDS Prevention, and Japanese Foundation for Sexual Health Medicine at January 15’s Coming-of-Age ceremonies and other venues.

Appropriately, the poster’s tagline reads, “If you don’t get tested, I will punish you!!” The ministry asked for and received the cooperation of Sailor Moon creator Naoko Takeuchi, since her work is popular particularly among women in their 20s.

- via Anime News Network

Nothing can stop Victor...
  • Victor: why so nervous?
  • Yuuri: In don't know how my family would react to me marrying a guy. They would rather me marrying a pretty, asian girl.
  • Victor: I can be pretty and girly, I just have to grow my hair.
  • Yuuri: but you're not Asian.
  • Victor: of course I am, where do you think St. Petersburg is.
  • Yuuri: Europe.
  • Victor: but hear this, Eurasia.
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it’s been a week since YOI has ended and all i had to contribute are these bad genderbend doodles :’) 
I’m doing a lil’ explaining below about my thoughts n headcanons about this au. 

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What if Sala...was the girl in Detroit?

The  girl that hugged Yuri, which he mentions in ep04?

Waiwaitwait put the pitchfork’s down I’m not going to suggest this will turn into some bullshit love triangle!

To recap, ep04:

“One time, a rink mate got into an accident. I was pretty torn up with worry. I was in the hospital waiting room with that girl. When she hugged me to comfort me, I shoved her away without thinking.”

Back to Episode 08…why am I even assuming they know each other?

When they meet, it goes..strangely, to me. Yuri is waiting for the elevator and when it opens there’s a scene hapening between skaters.

Rather than Yuri look worried, embarassed to witness it or exhasperated, he is mildly surprised and looking down, at Sala:

(note: there is no blush or anything. Nothing here indicates something like attraction)

Considering Yuri had just  thought “there’s no one I know here”, had he thought that then met someone he knew and hadnt been expecting, his reaction makes perfect sense.

Sala in turn focuses on him, then cheerily says “Hello Yuri” and doesn’t wait for him to reply (and interesting: Yuri is usually polite yet he doesnt) before turning to Seung Jil. Whats weird about this is that she then invites Seung Jil to join them, not Yuri. And he isnt close to her. If Sala already knew Yuri and their last interaction didnt end too well, it would make sense that she doesnt expect him to go with them.

(counter argument: She’s interested in Seung Gil so she wants him to go with them, but not Yuri)

In the end of the episode, she’s listening to Victor and Yuri’s “argument” while hiding. Why do so when they’re the ones talking in a public space, and they werent even making a big scene at that point as you can see others weren’t looking at them yet, so why such interest in them? If she knows Yuri it makes sense that she might be interested in checking out his relationship, as well as not wanting to make things more uncomfortable by being seen.

Now, if Sala was that girl, it would explain why Yuri is quiet and almost uncomfortable in that elevator scene: his last memory might be him shoving her away and he still feels bad.

Given Sala is a skater and follows her brother, it would make sense that she was near skaters to witness and help take one to the hospital.

Also, she and her brother seem to like physical contact, so it wouldn’t be out of her character to hug Yuri. And we see that she’s strongwilled in the episode (reacting strongly in the elevator) and to Yuri -in his old unsure, shy, self deprecating self- that might have come off as “pushy”.

And finally: if yoi isn’t above using a choking dog to forward development  and tie it with a similar situation (Yuri’s dead dog) there’s no reason why they wouldn’t be above bringing this up.

EDIT: I’ve seen people question this because they thought the composer girl was the girl that pushed him away. I never interpreted it as both being the same girl; Yuri even mentions things were awkward with the composer girls because he didn’t use the song she made. 

Also, the episode he mentions the composer to Victor is the same episode he mentions the girl that hugged him. Yet instead of going “that composer hugged me” he introduces the story with “there was a girl in Detroit” meaning he was speaking of another girl. And Yuri wasn’t that recluse, he could have interacted with more than one girl.

So if she is that girl…what would this mean? 

I don’t believe that, if she is that girl, that this is any way a threat to victuri or an attempt to add drama. It would be the opposite; Yuri, now in a happy relationship, finally having the courage to apologize and maybe even explain why he pushed her away then. And Sala would see how healthy the relationship is (which we’ve seen a hint of at the end of ep08) and how much Yuri grew and be happy for him.


And that’s the theory. I don’t think it’s that likely (they might not even really know each other) but I don’t think it’s impossible either

Ethereal (M) || Yoongi AU!Smut

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Genre: Hella fucking Smut || Fluff (ish?) || Angst 

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Description: ethereal; extremely delicate and light, in a way that seems not to be of this world.
If there was a moment that Min Yoongi could beg to forget, it would be the moment he could feel pain from seeing such a pretty girl, like you, cryingIt was a terribly beautiful concept, but he wished he hadn’t lived through it…

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anonymous asked:

Batkids as book first lines

Dick:“He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.”
(Scaramouche)

Tim: “I’m pretty much fucked” (The Martian)

Jason: “When you have to kill the same terrorist twice in one week, then there’s either something wrong with your skills or something wrong with your world. And there’s nothing wrong with my skills.”
(Patient Zero)

Damian: “Everyone had always said that John would be a preacher when he grew up, just like his father. It had been said so often that John, without ever thinking about it, had come to believe it himself.” (Go Tell it on the Mountain)

Cass: “I was an ambitious girl child. I knew even then that I had to be, in that environment of thugs, thieves, killers, prostitutes, gamblers – you name it, you’d find it in Trench Town.”
(No Woman, No Cry: My life With Bob Marley)


Babs:“No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy, would have supposed her born to be a heroine.”
(Northanger Abbey)


Duke: “I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen.”
– Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Steph: "For the better part of my childhood, my professional aspirations were simple–I wanted to be an intergalactic princess.”(Seven Up)

My asexuality/”why awareness is important” story

When I was a teen, growing up in a small town in 1980s Mississippi, there were only 2 options as far as I knew:  Either you were gay or your were straight.  Because I was exceedingly liberal for the time and place (though probably less liberal than I am now) and because I wanted desperately to leave Mississippi, I spent a lot of time learning as much as I could about the outside world.  I spent hours at the library my high school shared with the local university reading the Village Voice and dreaming of going in New York City.    Because of this, and because I was a huge fan of Erasure, I figured out that there was nothing wrong with being gay.  Which was good, because I knew I wasn’t straight.  I couldn’t be:  I liked looking at pretty guys too much, and I got crushes on my male friends.

On the other hand, I also knew that I liked looking at pretty girls too, and I regularly developed crushes on my female friends.  So I lay awake at night, my thoughts spinning in my head  “I like boys, so I can’t be straight.  But I like girls, so I can’t be gay.  But I like boys…”  Repeat ad nauseum.

Fast forward to the early 90s.  I was going to college in New Orleans.  This exposed me to much more of the world than I would have seen had I remained in Mississippi.  But it didn’t bring me any closer to figuring things out until my second semester, when there was a rash of people in the dorm coming out as bisexual.  Aha!  A lightbulb went on in my head.  THIS must be what I was.  I could like both boys and girls!  But something still didn’t feel right.  Though I made out with people and liked it, I passed up chances to have sex with people of both genders.  Finally one of my female friends basically harassed me into sleeping with her (at the time I didn’t recognize date rape for what it was - the early 90s were a much less aware time, at least for me).  And when I met the woman who later became my wife, she was the one who made the first move sexually, as well as the second and third moves and most of the others.  

Fast forward again, last 2015.  My wife and I are still together and have had 2 kids.  But no one looking at our sex life would ever mistake it for a “normal” sex life (to the extent that there is such a thing).  But I still feel that something’s not right.  I’m not unhappy, but at the same time, my main feeling about sex is a resounding “meh.”  I research various fetishes and relationship styles on the internet, but nothing really feels right - some seem like they might be a lot of fun, but the whole idea just collapses for me once genitals get involved.  When I watch a TV show about pickup artists, and besides being repulsed at all the dishonesty involved, my thought is “That seems like an awful lot of work for sex.”  

Then one day I stumbled on a page about the difference between romantic orientation and sexual orientation.  And then I learn about asexuality.  And finally, after all this time, I figured it out.  I’m panromantic and asexual.  All of a sudden so many things from my past made sense.  SO MANY THINGS!  And while I’m very glad that I understand it now, I’m also rather frustrated at the time lost because I didn’t have this knowledge years and years before.  I could have been spared so much mental anguish and so many sleepless nights if I had known.

Which brings us to why I think awareness is important:  Because kids aren’t going to be straight just because they don’t know about the alternatives.  They’ll still be whatever they are; they’ll just feel confused and agitated and WRONG because they don’t fit in to the alternatives that they’ve been told about.

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In the Archie comics, Archie gets everything he wants and treats Betty and Veronica pretty badly. On the show, we basically have everything turned upside down. In the comics, Betty and Veronica are always fighting over Archie, and on our show, Betty and Veronica couldn’t really care less! It’s three girls doing their own thing — my character and her two minions — doing everything we can to find out who killed Jason. Nothing really involves men. I feel like that’s rare for TV, there’s always a strong love influence with the main character. Of course there’s some making out — gotta keep it steamy — but we’re all very independent which I love.

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Sasuke Uchiha’s tips for being a real hetero guy

- Be irritated when women find you desirable

- Show clear distaste when you’re touched by a woman

- Reject every girl that confesses to you

- Show an abnormal amount of interest in another boy

- Display more happiness around this boy than any women you encounter

- Allow great amounts of sexual tension to build between you and this boy 

- Constantly repeat how important he is to you 

- Mention nothing of a girl being of importance in your life

- More or less confess you have loved him all along

- Most importantly…NEVER kiss a girl, EVER. Kiss only your main bro and think about it as you die sacrificing your life for him. 

- That’s it, you are now  #hetero