bobby pinned

Tonight’s tally

1 day in lab with no WiFi

2 bottles of wine + ? Cans of beer + 5 fingers of bourbon

3 bridesmaids

4 onlookers,

3 curling irons

2 straighteners

Infinite Bobby pins

1 bacon-addicted dog

1 hell of a good Thursday

1 rough Friday coming up

Shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t look like they belong on the street style blogs, shout-out to girls with hijab that are not fashionistas, shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t have strong eyeliner game, shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t wear any makeup, shout-out to plus sized girls with hijab that feels like no hijab suits your face shape, shout-out to girls with hijab that gets catcalled on the street despite the coverings, shout-out to girls with hijab that have to remove so many pins when they’re shopping for clothes, shout-out to girls with hijab that are having a bad hijab day where everything is wrong and you feel like you just look plain messy, y'all look beautiful today. Thanks.

Witch Tip:

Put enchantments on hair ties. You can even incorporate colour magic (if thats your thing) into it. Its so inconspicuous no one would even think to suspect a thing. You can wear them around your wrist, in your hair, or just carry it in your pocket!

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there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // panic! at the disco

Young Viktor Nikiforov dressed like a Disney Channel main character and you can’t tell me otherwise.

There were pastels and patterns and so many layers? Sometimes Yakov got migraines just from looking at him???

Viktor kept a lot of those clothes even after he developed a more masculine and mature aesthetic and sometimes Yuri P shows up unnanounced and throws himself into the back of Yuuri and Viktor’s closet.

“Would you like a cup of tea, Yura?” Yuuri asks, leaning around the corner.

“No,” Yuri snaps. “What do you think of this?” He’s wearing a peasant top and jean vest tucked into a tulle skirt.

“Is it a pretty day or a handsome day?”

Yuri frowns down at his shoe choices and says, “Pretty.”

“Very pretty, then.”

Yuuri isn’t sure what Yuri was dressing up for, because he appears to spend the rest of the day lounging around, viciously pummeling Viktor at video games. He only stops insulting Viktor briefly, for about fifteen minutes, as Viktor puts an intricate braid into his hair and mumbles about choreography through the bobby pins in his mouth.

“Why don’t you just give him all your old clothes?” Yuuri mumbles after Yura leaves.

“I’ve tried,” Viktor says, shrugging. “He won’t take them. I think he wants to have a reason to come over here and be told he looks pretty. He’s a teenager. He needs reassurance.”

Yuuri nods slowly. “Does he know that he doesn’t need an excuse to come over here and be told he’s pretty?”

“He’s sixteen, Yuuri. Do you know how uncool that would be?“

“Fair enough.”

Hot water in my hair. Buttons. Small legs of insects
like bobby pins. I touch my ears. I touch my throat.
I like the small skin between my fingers. The flat of
my nose. My face so close to the floor. I have the
tiniest dreams to pin like butterflies beneath glass.
Baby dreams for baby dead boys. Nobody tries to
wake me anymore, because I’m headed nowhere.
Quiet. Who am I waiting for?
—  Haan, “Disassociating Like A Faucet,” SHAME NAMJA
Fall Fashion for Trans Guys Who May or May Not Still Be Closeted

In my opinion, Autumn is probably the best time to be a trans guy! Just look at what comes up when you search “men’s fall fashion!”

But why does this make me so happy? Because it instantly gets cold enough for big sweaters, long-sleeved plaid shirts, closed-toed shoes and long pants. And what’s more, the department stores carry this clothing in bulk.

But what if you’re not really out yet? What if you can’t sneak over to the boys’/men’s section while you’re clothes shopping with mom?

The most besterest thing about fall is you can find all these things also in the girls’/women’s section.

Some things that can be a closeted, dysphoric trans guy’s best friends during fall:

Boyfriend pants. I shit you not, they’re literally fitted like men’s pants. Buy them a size larger than you need and you’re instantly presenting as masculine, and make sure they’re not cuffed. The pockets are big, and if you can’t find them at walmart, the best brand I found is on wish.com by the store helen belli. They’re soft, inexpensive, durable, and arrive in about 2 weeks.

Button up white shirts. Women’s button up whites are easy enough to find, but they’re often fitted in the waist and have little boob-pockets. So what do you do?

Stick a vest or a nice sweater over it! Vests and sweaters are always available in stores during fall and winter. Buy some in different colors that make you feel more masculine. Maybe buy a size larger than you need if you feel self-conscious about the fit around your bust or waist area.

Large sweaters and sweatshirts! These were my life-saver in my youth. I would get the most neutral-looking ones (usually black or gray) and I would buy them two or three sizes too large. They would engulf me and give me a shapeless figure, which I loved. Worn with a pair of baggy pants, or cargo-shorts my brother outgrew, this outfit gave me a less-feminine appearance and helped make me feel more like myself.

Beanies and knitted scarves! Beanies. They’re good for attempting to tuck up your hair (bobby pins are your bffs in this case), or if you have a short cut they’re good at hiding it if mom likes to style your hair like a cute little pixie cut or with little clips and such before you leave for school. I never went anywhere without my beanie. And why scarves? I never liked them, but they can be used in different ways to hide a thin, feminine neckline or collar bones, or just because scarves look cool and keep you warm.

Socks and shoes? So, my sock choice was always meant to make my legs look more boyish. Now I like crazy socks. But if you’re looking for less femininity in your ankles, mid-length black or white athletic socks are good. And shoes are generally neutral, go for a pair of black or tan vans, or some kind of high tops or hiking boots, and you’re good to go!

Plaid. Enough said ;)


I hope this has helped, It is in no way intended to uphold gender roles, only to help those of us who wish to feel more comfortable in our own bodies.

I had a dream last night that I was Megamind

and it was E X C E L L E N T.

It was pre-movie; I was in the middle of an evil plot that was outside the Evil Lair and Roxanne was there (!!!) and tied up, only it was really windy out and she said she hadn’t gotten her hair cut in a while, so it was a little long. 

And it kept blowing in her face, so she finally got annoyed enough with it that she told me to get a pair of bobby pins out of her purse and pin it back for her.

(!!!!!)

aaaaaaahhhhhhh and I brushed her hair back from her face and I ALMOST DIED OF HAPPINESS, LET ME TELL YOU.

Also, it is INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT to pin someone’s hair for them when you have never had hair of your own, so I was S T R U G G L I N G, but Roxanne thought it was funny and she laughed (!!!)

And I finally got her hair pinned out of her face, and she jokingly asked if she looked funny and I was already pretty flustered so I was like “no no; you look really pretty!”

and she raised her eyebrows at me and said I must rate my skills as a hairdresser pretty high and I started babbling about how she always looked pretty and it was EXCRUCIATINGLY EMBARRASSING OH MY EVIL GODS.

But Roxanne seemed to think that was funny, too, which (!!!! ??? !!!!)

And then Metro Man showed up, only I’d been so busy with Roxanne that I hadn’t actually even set up the evil plot, so I decided to pretend that there…wasn’t an evil plot. And we were still technically on the Evil Lair grounds, and Metro Man isn’t supposed to attack there unless there’s an evil plot happening.

But Metro Man was all suspicious, so I was like “no, really, nothing happening here” only he insisted that Roxanne was there, and barged past me to look for her and I was like ‘shit’, but when we got to where she had been tied up, she wasn’t there.

(she must have escaped while I was gone)

So Metro Man left and I was like “well, this day is a bust, might as well take a nap,” so I went to my bedroom and took off my shirt and lay down on the bed and okay, maybe I wasn’t exactly intending on napping, per se, but luckily I didn’t do much more than think about…that…because 

THE CLOSET DOOR OPENED AND

ROXANNE POPPED OUT

And I screamed and launched myself off the bed.

When Roxanne finally stopped laughing at that, she told me she’d gotten lost looking for the exit after she escaped, and had hidden in the closet. 

She also added “now you know how it feels when people break into your house and jump out at you, Megamind.”

I was like “I HAVE NEVER JUMPED OUT OF YOUR BEDROOM CLOSET AT YOU, MISS RITCHI; THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR.”

And she was leaning up against the doorframe of the closet and I was on the floor in front of her, trying to find my shirt so I could put it on, only it was all inside out and I was flustered because Roxanne (!!!) was in my bedroom (!!!) and she was looking at me with this–expression of amused fondness and it was really difficult to try to function with that happening–

She was teasing me about screaming, which she never does, when I woke up.

…and I just realized, typing this out, that she could have easily waited for me to fall asleep before sneaking out to find the exit, but she deliberately came out of the closet while I was still awake, so she must have wanted to–see me–talk to me–interact with me more–

DAMN IT, WHY DID THE DREAM HAVE TO END THERE?!?

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hopped on the bnha OC wagon!! you guys probably know but im not good with ocs, so this was a challenging exercise tbh but as i thought a lot about her i ended up loving tetsuko a lot!! so i hope you will love her too!

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apologize

summary: You get to teach Ivar a lesson. || bucky barnes x reader x ivar the boneless || 

warnings: soooooo NSFW, poly relationship, cursing, come-eating, bdsm elements, punishment, oral, fingering, lots of sin tbh

notes: This is a little bit different form my usual sin. (Never thought my first time writing a threesome would be between these two) So some lovely anon started this thing called WinterBoneless and spammed me, as well as @persephone-is-here-omg and @captainpoopweinersoldier, with marvelous asks. It’s the ship between the beloved Murder Daddy, Bucky, and the adorable Murder Baby, Ivar. Those of you who don’t know who he is, go watch the show Vikings. You won’t be disappointed. Not one bit.

I didn’t add my usual tag list bc I don’t know who’s really into this.

MASTERLIST

“I fucking hate you!” 

Bucky peers over the back of the couch, watching curiously as you storm through the door, the shoes you wore for the evening clutched in your hands. You turn. the skirt of your dress fluttering, chucking one heel at Ivar as hard as you can, narrowly missing the side of his head. As it clunks to the floor, you hurl the second one in close succession, and if Ivar hadn’t been paying attention, it would’ve nailed him straight in the eye. He catches it with ease, holding it in his palm with a glare. 

Bucky almost expects you to lunge at him, wrap your hands around Ivar’s throat and make him pay for whatever offense he’s committed this time. Instead, you make a mad dash for the bedroom you share with both men, slamming the door shut behind you. 

The silence that follows is a bit deafening.

“You two are home early.” Bucky muses eventually. Ivar drops the shoe he’s holding to the floor with an angry huff, running a hand through his thick hair in frustration. It was out of it’s usual, messy knot, hanging freely around his shoulders. Bucky thinks it’d make him look less abrasive if it weren’t for his angry expression. “What did you do to her now?”

This was not an unusual occurrence in your household. Ivar liked to push buttons, liked to provoke you, in turn causing you to provoke him. Things would escalate, such as now, and Bucky would have to step in and try to restore peace. 

Bucky rises off the couch quietly, took in the hard set of Ivar’s jaw and the anger brewing in his eyes. He cups his face, smiling gently when Ivar’s lashes flutter. Some of the tension drops out of his shoulders and he sighs quietly. “I called her a whore.” Ivar mumbles quietly. He doesn’t meet Bucky’s gaze as he says it, listening to the way Bucky sucks in a surprised breath. “I thought she was flirting with our waiter.”

“And was she?” Bucky asks. Ivar just shakes his head, biting down on his lip with a pained look on his face.

“I fucked up.” he admits. “I fucked up bad.”

“Go fix it. I don’t like going to bed when our girl is angry.” The soldier shoves Ivar in the direction of the bedroom, following behind closely. They open the door slowly, finding you standing in front of your vanity to take down your hair. The dress you wore to dinner is strewn on the floor, leaving you in nothing but a lacy black lingerie set. 

Fuck.” Both men say in unison. Twin sets of blue eyes are as wide as they can be, eyeing you up in down like a hunter would it’s prey. 

If it were any other time, you would preen under the attention. Instead, you shoot them the meanest look you can muster, shaking your head. “There’s no way in hell.” 

Bucky is the first one to inch closer, sidling up next to you to help remove the bobby pins holding your hair up. Ivar tries to do the same but you immediately wrench away from his touch. “If you lay even just a finger on me, I will break your goddamn hand.”

Ivar sits on the bed, watching dejectedly as Bucky gets to run his hands through your hair. Bucky presses a kiss to your shoulder, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I think Ivar wants to apologize to you, doll. You gonna let him?” he asks. His hands grip your waist, turning you around so you can see the guilt crossing Ivar’s face. His eyes are wide, pleading.“He wants to treat you real good, show you how sorry he is.”

“No, he doesn’t.” you say, sneering. “He doesn’t want to touch a whore like me.”

“I didn’t mean it, dove.” Ivar brings out the tried and true nickname, trying to diffuse someone of your anger. The hopeful smile that crosses his face nearly cracks through your resolve. “Let me make it up to you.”

Bucky strokes down your side, hiding his own smile in your shoulder. “He’ll do anything you want, babydoll. Just say the word.”

The smirk that rises to your face can only be described as evil. Ivar feels his heart start to accelerate at the look you pass his face. “Ivar,” you say and he straightens up, ready to do whatever it is you ask of him. “You only get to watch.”

“Now that’s just cruel.” Bucky chuckles. You just shrug, not caring in the least. He was cruel to you, it’s time you do the same to him. 

Grabbing the chair from your vanity, you place at the end of the bed. “Sit, Ivar.” He rises without a word, settling down into the chair nervously. You drag Bucky to the bed by his shirt, pushing him to lay down against the mattress. 

Bucky’s immediately pulling you down into a kiss, lifting you up only to have you straddle him. Ivar’s sharp teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches you grind your hips slowly against the soldier, nearly drawing blood when he hears you moan quietly. The two of you part with a gasp. 

“Turn around for me, baby.” Bucky instructs. He maneuvers you so your chest is to his back, his strong thighs holding yours open, both of you leaning against the headboard. Like this, Ivar can see your entire body, can see everything Bucky’s about to do to you.

“Ain’t she a beauty?” Bucky asks. He unstraps your bra, tossing it to the side with a smile aimed at Ivar. His metal hand plucks at a nipple while the other one smooths its way down your stomach. His fingers slide smoothly underneath your panties, cupping you with his palm. Your back arches, another shy moan falling from your lips, and Bucky can’t help but laugh at the desperate look on Ivar’s face. “She’s so wet, babyboy. Don’t you wish you could feel it?”

Ivar nods eagerly. Bucky runs two fingers up and down your slit, circling around your entrance and just barely bumping your clit. When he pulls his hand out of your underwear, those fingers are glistening. Bucky pops them into his mouth with a grin, moaning loudly when he tastes you on his tongue. “You’re missin’ out, little one.” Bucky tells him. Ivar can only whimper, hands shaking where he’s laid them on his thighs. “She tastes so fuckin’ sweet.

Bucky looks down at you, then, sees the smug, impish grin you’re sporting. He captures your mouth with his once more, tugging your lip between his teeth. His metal hand wraps around the side of your panties, ripping them down the seam. Even though you should be annoyed that he ruined them, heat rushes up your spine, making you keen as he dips two fingers into your entrance. 

“Look at him, baby.” Bucky orders. You find Ivar with his mouth hanging open, hungry little pants falling from his lips. His eyes are glued to your cunt, pupils overcoming the blue in them as he watches the metal slowly slide into you. “He’s a wreck. We’re torturing him.”

“G-good,” you stutter out, hips titling upwards. He’s languidly fucking you, palm brushing your clit gently. Your body trembles at the slow pace, wishing he’d take it up a notch or two. “He deserves to be tortured.”

“I didn’t mean what I said, dove.” Ivar tells you again. His voice is low, the tempting image in front of him crumbling his composure. “I don’t know what else to say to you.”

“Sweet talk her a little.” Bucky curls his fingers, pressing against your g-spot roughly. Ivar’s chest heaves as you cry out, moaning Bucky’s name. He doesn’t know how the soldier’s so calm. Ivar’s not even touching you and he’s a fucking wreck

“C’mon, Ivar.” Bucky says when his boy stays quiet. Their gazes lock and Ivar could just melt into the floor at how glazed over Bucky’s eyes are. He grunts when you squirm against his erection, throwing an arm around your waist to hold you still. “Make her feel like you want her.”

“You look so delectable, my love.” Ivar rushes out. He’s trying to keep his voice as steady as he can, but when Bucky starts moving his fingers harder, faster, he knows that’s going to be an impossible feat to accomplish. “Y-you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”

“You can do better than that, sweetheart.” Bucky chides. “Tell her what you want to do to her.”

“I want to get my mouth on that pretty little cunt of yours.” he groans when Bucky spreads apart your folds, gives Ivar a good look at just how much you’re dripping. He focuses on just your clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles. “I’ll eat you out until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Is that all?” Bucky asks teasingly. Ivar shakes his head, sees the way you start to tense and knows you’re about to come.

“I’d fuck you slow, so slow until you’re slurring your words because the pleasure is that intense.” Ivar grinds out. His cock is pushing painfully against the zipper of his tight black slacks. He wants to get a hand on it, palm himself to relieve some of that pressure. But you said he couldn’t touch, so he’s gonna listen. “I’d make you come, over and over again. I wouldn’t come until you let me, until you were so euphoric that you were melting against those sheets.”

You come with a shout, nearly rolling off of Bucky as you writhed against him. Bucky fucks you through it, slowly easing the pressure until you settled down once again. You’re gasping for breath, gulping down air as he strokes your hair. 

“What now, babygirl?” Bucky questions. “You think he’s learned his lesson?” Your head tips side to side sluggishly. “No? What then?”

You grind against him, grinning when he moans into your ear. “Fuck me, soldier.”

You lift your ass, letting him shimmy his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock. It’s glistening, the head an angry pink as it drips precome. Ivar whines at the sight. “What’s wrong, babyboy?” you pout mockingly. “You want Bucky’s cock?”

“Please.” he whispers, hoarse. His eyes are watering as he watches you jerk the soldier off, whom of which has his tilted head back, eyes squeezed shut as you play with him. 

“Too bad, baby. It’s mine.”

“You can share, doll.” Bucky rumbles out. There’s a smile on his face. “There’s more than enough of me to go around.”

“Right now I’m not sharing. You’re mine until I say so.” 

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky shifts you around until his head is pressing against your entrance, hips clamping down heavily on your hips as he thrusts into you. You keen at the stretch, hands flying to your breasts as he bottoms out with a sigh. “How do you want me to fuck you, babydoll?”

Ruin me.” Your smile gets wiped away as Bucky starts drilling into you, taking no mercy as his hips slam into your ass. He’s biting down on the skin of your neck to muffle his noises, both of you watching as Ivar shifts helplessly in his seat. His face is red, shirt sticking to his skin from where he’s sweating.

It doesn’t take long before the two are are practically screaming your release. It takes a minute before Bucky’s recovered enough to slip out of you, his come dripping from your entrance and onto your thighs. 

“You think he’s had enough now, darlin’?” Bucky inquires. “You think he’s been good? You wanna let him clean you up?”

Ivar waits with baited breath, practically vibrating in his seat at the thought of getting his tongue on you. At your nod, he bounces out of his chair, lying between yours and Bucky’s legs on his stomach. “Be gentle, babyboy.” Bucky laces a hand through his hair, pulling him closer towards your cunt. “She’s sensitive.”

Ivar drags his tongue gently up your slit, making sure to avoid your clit. He slurps quietly, whimpering as he tastes both his lovers. You’re sighing softly at his ministrations, eyelids fluttering as you try to fight the exhaustion coursing through you. When your cunt’s clean, he licks over both your thighs, sucking kisses into the skin when he’s finished. 

“That’s a good boy.” Bucky praises. Ivar smiles shyly, licking the corners of his mouth.

“Have I been good enough to come?” he asks quietly, fearing your answer. Both he and Bucky look to you for an answer. “I need it. Please.”

“Let me take care of him, doll.” Bucky tells you. “I think he deserves it now. He was so, so patient, didn’t even touch himself once.”

Ivar could nearly cry in relief when you give the permission. Bucky gently slides you off of him, making sure you’re comfortable before pulling Ivar into a kiss. shushing him quietly when he mewls. “It’s alright, baby.” Bucky coos. He gets Ivar’s pants undone, sliding them down to his knees. 

The front of his grey boxers are soaked with the evidence of his arousal, his dick begging to be touched. Bucky pulls them down slowly before wrapping his flesh hand around it. Ivar hisses through his teeth. It only takes a handful of strokes before he’s coming, spilling over Bucky’s fist with a loud, startled cry. “There we go, baby.” Bucky whispers. “Feel better now?”

With a weary nod he grabs Bucky’s wrist, bringing it to his mouth to lick the come from his fingers. Ivar hesitantly turns his head to find you staring back at him. “I’m sorry.” he apologizes. “I love you.”

“I know you do.”



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