cotton & curls

Things that remind me of the signs (aesthetic):

Aries:
Aesthetic- warm fireplace, morning coffee, busy city streets, red leather.

Taurus:
Aesthetic- Redwood forests, tranquil nature walks, listening to old records, worn denim.

Gemini:
Aesthetic- Quiet library, spearmint gum, thin-rimmed oval glasses, subtle smiles.

Cancer:
Aesthetic- Overcast sky, light rain, clear water at the beach, movie quotes.

Leo:
Aesthetic- Gold glitter eyeshadow, bold statements, fur coats, late night clubbing.

Virgo:
Aesthetic- Fishnet stockings, light pink lipstick, white marble floors, white stone statues.

Libra:
Aesthetic- Cotton candy, ribbons, curls, visits to the carnival.

Scorpio:
Aesthetic- Black nail polish, red gems, slow dancing by candlelight, leather jackets.

Sagittarius:
Aesthetic- Soft violin music, black & white balloons, latticed windows, hot showers.

Capricorn:
Aesthetic- Long car trips, woollen scarves, road maps, picnics in the shade.

Aquarius:
Aesthetic- Messy art studio, sunflowers, old books, 90’s cartoons.

Pisces:
Aesthetic- 60’s flower power era, hesitant skinny dipping, warm days at the beach, your favourite pillow.

(I’ll edit it later adding songs and such if it gets a lot of likes 😊)

Part Two - Chapter One: Curls and Cotton.

You can find links to previous chapters here.

August 20th, 1948; Boston Common, Boston USA.
Claire.

“You gonna have baby?”

The question made me jump. I turned to see a little girl standing next to me, I swear she hadn’t been there a moment before.

“Ah,” I stammered, gripping the edge of the bench I was sitting on. “Yes, I am.”

She smiled at me, “My mama too.”

Nodding, I stared at her. My voice seemed to be having troubles working properly and the baby chose this moment to do an intricate gymnastics routine within me. The little girl didn’t seem to notice. She was looking past me, to a nearby fountain where a few birds were exploring the water.

Her skin was fair, almost translucent. The blue of her eyes so deep they were almost black. She had a smattering of freckles across her cheekbones that only increased her overwhelming aura of childlike innocence. Sticking out in every direction, her brilliant auburn curls danced in the late summer breeze. It looked as though she had had a ribbon tying them back from her face at one point, but the pale blue satin hung loose above her ear.

“My birthday tomorrow.” she informed me nonchalantly.

A shiver ran down my spine. Tomorrow would have been Julia’s third birthday.

“Is it?” I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible. An invisible band of sorrow tightened around my chest and I was finding it very hard to breathe.

“Mama maked me a cake! I share with Daddy. He like cake,” she supplied as she twirled around beside me, her flower-sprigged skirt puffing out around her.

I shifted on the park bench, hoping the movement would urge the baby to settle into a new position. It didn’t work and I placed a hand where a pointed foot was trying to impale me. The movement quieted slightly, but didn’t stop altogether.

“That sounds wonderful. Will you have candles to blow out?”

“Yes!” The little girl beamed up at me, holding up three pudgy fingers. “Mama say I big girl now!”

“You are indeed.” Tears filled my eyes without warning, threatening to pour free at any moment.

A voice called from somewhere behind me, “Julia!”

“Wait!” I cried as the little girl waved to me and turned to go.

She froze in place and tilted her head in question.

“Happy birthday, Julia.” I whispered.

Skipping towards me, she stood on tiptoe and gave me a kiss on the cheek. The touch tickled, almost like the brush of a butterfly’s wing. Another giggle escaped her rosebud lips as she left in a swirl of curls and cotton.

One hand covered my mouth, suppressing a sob, the other placed a hand on my now still womb.

You know her, don’t you, little one? That was your sister. Isn’t she beautiful?

She's Still Pretty

A reverse crush au where Adrien can’t get a fucking grip on himself

Pairing/s: Adrinette
Fandom: miraculous
Summary: Adrien has bruises on his ribs bc even Nino is fed up with his awkwardness around Marinette


“Dude, there’s Marinette,” Adrien’s sides had suffered way too much pain from Nino’s sharp jabs in the past week. He was almost one-hundred-percent sure that there was a permanent bruise now.
“Please stop poking my side,” Adrien grumbled, turning his head away from Nino as he squirmed further to the side.
“Didn’t you hear me?” Nino rolled his eyes, hiding his expression of exasperation behind his hat. “It’s Marinette!”

“She- where?” Adrien jerked up, head banging into the wooden bench-back with the force of an ocean. Mouth twisting into a gape of pain, he craned his neck low and rubbed the throbbing lump. Now he had two bruises.
“Oh- hi, Adrien,” Adrien ducked his head even lower at the sound of her voice, a mix of sugar and butterfly wings (maybe that was a bad thing).
“Hi- um- hey- What’s up?” he puffed his chest and tried a confident grin, lifting his head to face Marinette.

Well crap, Adrien’s eyebrows contracted into a line of pure nervousness. She’s still pretty.

“Nothing much,” Marinette’s cotton-candy-pink lips curled into a tiny smile, and her sapphire eyes sparkled. She tugged her backpack strap. “What about you? How’s modelling?”
“Fine.” Adrien let out a tiny sliver of his breath to speak the word.

You’re a goddamn idiot, Agreste.

“Well that’s good,” Marinette continued to her seat behind him, and Adrien’s eyesight followed the entire way.
“Morning, Adrien,” Alya looked up from her phone, brow furrowing. “You seem a little puffed out. Your face is going red.”

Adrien let out his remaining breath slowly, hoping he didn’t sound like a dying horse, and tried his luck with another smile. Alya was much easier to talk to.
“Yeah, I… Ran to school.”
“That’s odd,” Marinette blinked. Adrien bit his lip. “I thought I saw your limousine headed towards the school.”
“Oh! That! Well, I really…” Adrien swallowed the nothingness his throat threatened to produce. “I wasn’t supposed to be running. Actually. Father had Nathalie and Gorilla chase after me.”

A wave of relief swashed his insides as Marinette giggled. He turned to Nino for a reaction, and the DJ held up two thumbs of approval.

“Hey, Mari,” Nino leant back on his desk with one elbow, raising an eyebrow. “Adrien and I are heading out to the Eiffel Tower this afternoon to see Alix beat Kim’s ass in a commando course-”
“We are?” Adrien, taken aback, turned to Nino.

Another jab in the ribs, and another wince.

“Yeah, dude, did you forget? Anyway, did you and Alya wanna come?”
“Oh, that sounds great!” Alya clapped, and nudged Marinette (Adrien silently wished Nino would take a leaflet out of Alya’s book and be a little softer) with her shoulder. “You busy?”
“No, I don’t have a shift at the bakery until tomorrow,” Marinette nodded. “We’ll be there!”

“Great!” Nino twisted back to the front. He flashed a smirk at Adrien, hidden from the girls behind him.
“What?” Adrien narrowed his eyes and fish-puckered his lips in annoyance, the pink ebbing away from his cheeks.
“What? Not even a thank you?” Nino whispered.
“You know I’ll just make a fool of myself,” Adrien looked down at his hands, and noticed he had been subconsciously tapping his pen on the desk.
“Nah, bro, you’ll be fine,” Nino waved his worries away.

“I didn’t even know Kim and Alix had another bet!” Adrien tucked the pen into his bag so he would stop picking it up and fidgeting with it.
“You don’t need to know, they’re probably always betting against each other,” Nino replied.
“Wait, there’s an actual bet on today, right?” Adrien’s eyes doubled in size, his eyebrows flying into his straw-coloured hair.
“Yeah,” Nino tipped his head back, laughing.
“Because I don’t want Marinette to think we set her up, she’d think so badly of me!” Adrien whispered frantically.
“Dude, I sad there was a bet!” Nino shook his head. “Lighten up. You’ll get her one day.”

Yeah… Adrien looked back down, a shy smile stretching across his face. One day.

anonymous asked:

you should write a fic where eric finds the reader's vibrator

here ya go, it’s all smut. a smutty lil drabble just for you, nonnie. 

word count: 640


Eric smiled to himself at the scene in front of him as he walked into his bedroom. You were spread out across his mattress, fast asleep. He licked his lips, stepping closer while eyeing the the bare leg that stuck out from under the sheets. Slowly he ran a single digit up your calf until his fingers came to the covers. Curling the cotton in his fist he yanked his arm back, pulling the bedding to the floor, exposing your body to the cold air. He could feel his blood rush south as his gaze slowly traveled across your form, taking in every detail as you shifted, unconsciously pulling your limbs in for warmth.

That’s when he noticed the small purple object on the bed next to you. Reaching across your middle, he picked up the mechanical phallus before looking it over. Of course Eric knew what a vibrator was, he had just never seen one in person. He had never had reason or need to, and honestly he was a little surprised that you owned one.

Clicking the button on the bottom it jumped to life, humming quietly as it shook in his hands. He pressed the button again, thinking it’d turn off but instead the vibration grew. As he fiddled with the mechanism, figuring out how it worked, he began to wonder about it. Eric was never a fan of competition, be it human or machine but he was curious just how effective this thing was.

Carefully Eric climbed over you, onto the bed before running his hand along your inner thigh as he gently moved your legs apart. He quickly ran his fingers across your lips, testing how wet you were before letting his palm rest on you bottom, squeezing your flesh. With his other hand his turned the vibrator to the lowest setting before bring it between your legs. Teasingly he ran the length of the shaft along your clit, watching as your sleeping body responded. Your hips jerks as he moved the toy, slowly with each pass it became progressively covered in your juices.

When he deemed the plastic object ready he lined the head with your center and began to press the vibrator into you. Carefully working it back and forth, he eased it deeper with each stroke. Once he was able to fit the entire length inside of you he stalled, shifting his hand to click the button a second time.

With a moan you woke up, instantly confused, trying to look over your shoulder you tried see what was going on. “Eric, what are you–,” you began before he cut you off, pumping the toy between your legs. You bit the bedding with your teeth as he moved his free hand to the small of your back, easily pinning you in place while he held your legs open with his knees.

He continued to move his arm rapidly as you groaned into the pillow, increasing the pace when he noticed the tell tale sign of your toes curling. Suddenly the coil in your belly snapped, and you couldn’t fight back the yelp as your hips jerked while your walls spasmed around the electric toy. Your legs shook, but remained held in place by Eric’s body.

He smirked to himself as he gingerly removed the vibrator, leaving you limp on the bed, taking deep breaths as you watched him stand up. He turned off the mechanism, discarding it with a toss before bring his attention to his clothes. Quickly he pulled off his uniform and climbed back onto the mattress. Rolling you to your back, he moved between your legs, leaning forward to kiss as the base of your next as he rubbed the head of his dick along your sensitive clit, whispering in your ear, “Now let’s see how it compares to the real thing.”

Hoseok Scenario: Slippery.

Request: Hey c: Can you do a funny hoseok story? Y/n is best friend with hoseok but both of them have secretly a crush on each others. The first time hoseok cames/comes to Y/N home and she has a boa(snake) as a pet? 

Genre: Fluff / Comedy


Nobody made him feel the way you did and Hoseok was decided, third time’s the win. Or well, he’d already lost count of how many times he’d tried to say that he liked you, each time he thought he was about to say it, something happened or came in the way and his crush for you was still a secret. You were best friends, Hoseok wouldn’t think about anybody else to put that title to and yet, he was crazy for you too; maybe it was a mixture of how attractive you were to him and how good you got along with each other.

Hoseok took a few deep breaths, this was the first time he was visiting your house so he had to get himself together and follow through with his plan, he’d memorized the things he could say to possibly lead the conversation to something more intimate about your relationship so he could at least test out the waters, see if you really only liked him as a friend or what. He rang the bell and hoped for his nerves to not show on his face.

–I’m coming! –

He smiled ten times wider than he was already doing, why was he so nervous? He was just going to chill with you alone at your place and possibly get beyond that of mere friendship if he was lucky, piece of cake.

–Get it together, get it together… Y/N! hello–

–Hobi, hi… – you giggled, standing at the door and looking at him funny. –What  were you saying? –

–Nothing! I brought ice cream – You beamed delighted at the ice cream Hoseok was giving you and went inside with him. You were wearing skinny jeans with a deep green blouse a little see through and looking bomb, if Hoseok was the one putting a definition to your look.

You showed him around the place and left him at the living room to wait while you dried your hair since he’d arrived earlier than planned. Hoseok sat on the couch to ponder his options, should he start saying that he thought you looked beyond pretty or maybe that you should go out like a date sometime?

God, he was going crazy already. He made himself comfortable against the cushions and closed his eyes for a moment, you got him this way, all over the place but he’d had enough of thinking and trying to decide between a friendship and a romance with you, why couldn’t he have both? There in your couch, thinking about you, he could imagine you so clearly, your hand sliding down his arm,  curling around his wrist maybe to pull him closer for a kiss, whatever you wanted Hoseok was going to comply. He smiled because the feeling was so real, then the smile died down for the same reason. There was definitely something sliding down his arm, curling around his wrist.

Hoseok opened his eyes and he wished he didn’t, the first thing he saw was yellow snake skin, the second thing were a pair of tiny red eyes fixed on him as if he was the most delicious piece of meat ever. The third thing, wasn’t about what he saw but about what he did. Hoseok screamed, hard.

He backed off with such force he fell back and down with couch and all and the snake still curled around his arm.

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The Ultimate College Packing List

The further I get into my senior year, I realize I need to start thinking about what I need to move out next fall, and instead of keeping my packing list to myself, I decided I’d post it here for any other curious college bound seniors :) 

*This is mostly what I think I’ll need, you may not need/want/be allowed to bring everything on this list and you may need more so use it as a reference*

Bedroom!

  • Alarm clock
  • Blanket
  • Bulletin board 
  • Dry erase board
  • Cushion to desk chair
  • Down comforter
  • Duvet cover
  • Jewelry/Makeup/Hair accessory storage/organizers 
  • Curtains
  • Curtain rod (if needed)
  • Floor lamp
  • Desk lamp
  • Desk organizers 
  • Foam mattress topper
  • Decorative lights (like Christmas lights)
  • Full length mirror
  • Photos and picture frames
  • Pillows
  • A low maintenance plant
  • Wall art
  • Area rug
  • 2 sets of bed sheets
  • Trash can

Bathroom!

  • Face wash
  • Body lotion
  • Comb
  • Hairbrush
  • Hair conditioner
  • Cotton balls
  • Curling iron
  • Deodorant 
  • Facial moisturizer 
  • Floss
  • Perfume/body sprays
  • Hair dryer
  • Hairbands/Hair ties
  • Bobby pins/hair pins
  • Hair spray
  • Hair mousse 
  • Kleenex 
  • Chapstick
  • Lint brush
  • Loofah
  • Mouthwash
  • Nail clippers
  • Nail file
  • Nail polish remover
  • Nail polish
  • Q-tips
  • Razors
  • Robe
  • Shampoo
  • Shower caddy
  • Shower shoes
  • Bar soap
  • Body wash
  • Soap container
  • Makeup
  • Hair straightener 
  • Sunscreen 
  • Toothbrush
  • Toothbrush case
  • Toothpaste
  • 4 bath towels
  • Tweezers
  • Wash cloths
  • Hand towels
  • Feminine hygiene products 

Cleaning Supplies!

  • Bleach
  • Broom or short-handled brush with dustpan 
  • Clorox disinfecting wipes
  • Dish washing soap
  • Febreze
  • Rubbing alcohol 
  • Laundry detergent 
  • Lysol spray
  • Swiffer mop
  • All purpose cleaning spray
  • Small vacuum 
  • Window cleaner (the wipes are great!)
  • Air freshener
  • Garbage bags

Kitchen! 

  • Bottle opener
  • Can opener
  • Coffee machine
  • Storage for Bowls/plates etc.
  • Eating utensils and dishes
  • Paper towels 
  • Water filter pitcher
  • Travel coffee mug
  • Plastic wrap or foil
  • Ziploc bags

School Supplies!

  • Day planner
  • Backpack
  • Binders
  • Storage for folders/papers
  • Push pins
  • Dry erase markers
  • Calculator
  • College-rule line paper
  • Colored markers/pens/colored pencils
  • Laptop
  • Stationary (for sending letters and thank you cards)
  • White, letter envelopes
  • White erasers
  • Graphing paper
  • Highlighters 
  • Mouse 
  • Mouse pad
  • Notepads
  • Note books
  • Paper clips
  • Pencils
  • Pencil case
  • Pencil sharpener 
  • Pens
  • Post-its 
  • White printer paper
  • Rubber bands
  • Sharpies
  • Stamps
  • Stapler and Staples
  • Tape dispenser and tape refills 
  • Three hole punch
  • White out tape
  • Scissors 
  • Glue
  • Ruler
  • Book ends

Medical!

  • Allergy medicine 
  • Anti-itch cream (for bug bites)
  • Bandages and band-aids
  • Bug spray
  • Cold and cough medicine
  • Multi-vitamins
  • Ibuprofen 
  • Stomach pain relief 
  • Hand sanitizer 

Random!

  • Batteries
  • Board game(s)
  • DVD player with Netflix 
  • DVDs in soft-shell case for space saving/travel
  • Flashlight
  • Folding chair for tailgating
  • Step stool (If you’re vertically challenged)
  • Hammer
  • Noise canceling headphones
  • iPod
  • Laundry basket/bag
  • Playing cards
  • Command hooks and strips 
  • Power strips
  • Bible
  • Reusable water bottle
  • Tool kit
  • Sunglasses 
  • TV
  • Video game console and games
  • Duffel bag
  • Clothes hangers 
  • Fan
  • Sewing kit
  • Rain jacket
  • Safety pins
  • Lanyard for keys

1.

Cotton balls and cotton swabs and soft cotton underwear and pin curls and violet toilet water and lipstick the color of your gum and chewing politely with your mouth closed and keeping your bedroom eyes in the bedroom in a water glass by the bed by the foot by the drapes your mother drew with her magic marker making the rounds, making off.

3.

See, first I put on the petty dress. No, I meant pity. No, pretty. First I put on the pretty dress. Then I twirl around and say, “Look at me! I am so pretty and petty! Pity me!” And then I say “Fuck this shit!” And then I lift my skirt. And then you do.

2.

Spin spin spin spin. Run run run run. Nylons don’t if you clear them first with your nearest acquaintance who paints a transparence that it is so clearly apparent to anyone who looks (and everyone does) at your stockinged toes and the alluring ice-cream dripping down your luscious wrist.

–Cati Porter, “What it’s like to be a girl”

Pastel Fashion Masterpost

Based upon Pastel Bomb - Fashion Blog

Finally did it. Finally made a clothing & tutorial master post, including all of the references I use. Will be updated as more are discovered. 

Table of Contents: 

♥ Pastel Goth & Nu Goth ♥

  1. Major Shops - General
  2. Major Shops - Shoes
  3. Etsy Shops - General
  4. Etsy Shops - Accessories
  5. Storenvy Shops
  6. Big Cartel Shops

♥ Tutorials ♥

  1. Hair
  2. Make Up
  3. Nails
  4. DIY - Clothing, Accessories, Etc.

♥ Discount Codes ♥

♥ Shopping Blogs ♥

♥ The Master List: ♥☽

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your teeth tore into my shoulder
smearing crimson & stardust
vibrancy curled into
cotton floss hair
eyelashes speckled dark
against alabaster skin
snarling
you gripped my face
asking if I’d live for you
‘my sweet’
—  Inkstay prompt #78; good girls and bad boys | (e.l.)

Cas falls asleep early on the 27th of September - out like a light by 8 o’ clock.

Normally Dean would let the guy sleep, their hunt from earlier in the day was a rough one and Cas - being the martyr he is - took the brunt of a beating from a particularly angry spirit; but the moon looks fucking amazing and so Dean shakes him awake, one hand on Cas’ shoulder and a soft mutter of the former angel’s name on Dean’s lips.

Cas blinks awake, scowls at Dean and burrows deeper beneath the covers.

“Babe, come look at the moon.”

Castiel rolls over with an angry sniff, his cotton clad back curling away from Dean’s incessant fingers.

“I’ve seen the moon.” He grumbles.

“Seriously man, it’s awesome.”

“Dean.”

Dean shakes him again. “C'mon it’s a supermoon lunar eclipse. Won’t get to see it again until 2033.”

Cas doesn’t move.

“I’ll make you some tea…” Dean bribes, and after a reluctant second, Castiel twists, frowns at Dean.

“This is important to you.” He observes.

Dean rubs a hand across the back of his neck, eyes falling away from Cas’. “Kinda.”

“Okay.” Castiel says, and he drags his weary body from the bed.

Several minutes later the two of them are wrapped up in a blanket, mug of tea warming Cas’ palm, and faces turned towards the sky.

“It is awesome.” Castiel agrees. He’s less prickly than he was just a few minutes ago and Dean wraps an arm around his shoulders, draws him in and kisses his temple.

“Told'ya.”

For a moment they’re quiet. Crickets chirp, the wind runs through the air with a gentle hum, and the world feels still. Quiet.

Castiel takes a sip of his tea. “I didn’t know you were so interested in the moon.” He says, dark eyes swooping in Dean’s direction.

Dean shrugs, admits, “I was more interested in watching it with you.” His words are mumbled, but he knows Cas catches them anyway.

Cas smiles at him then, a brilliant flash of white, and it comes with that encompassing feeling of floating Dean gets every time Cas smiles at him like that.

“Shuddup.” Dean grumbles, smiling back.

“ I didn’t say anything.” Cas’ tone is innocent, but Dean knows better, and he reaches out to tug Cas’ face closer, slide their lips together in an easy kiss.

“Moon’s pretty cool though.” Dean says when both their attention is turned back towards the sky.

“Yes,” Castiel agrees. “It is.”

Cupid Hyejin

Character: Solar (Mamamoo)
Word count: 1848
Summary: You’re a businesswoman who can’t help but long for the beautiful stewardess, Solar. But you never make a move, afraid of being unprofessional. Luckily, best friend Hyejin doesn’t care for professionalism (ft. Hwasa) | #fluff #stewardess!au


“Do you need assistance with anything?” Solar asked politely, a professional smile plastered on her lips.

The button to call for help had been pressed so frantically that she had rushed down the plane isle as quickly as her heels and short dress allowed, while still maintaining composure. It wouldn’t be good to frighten the other passengers, now would it? And after all her rushing, Solar had not found what she had expected; someone dying, someone choking, someone getting brutally murdered.

No, instead, she found Hwasa.

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