I hate this new thing where makeup companies come out with makeup that’s supposed to make you look like you have no makeup on like “Our new (x) gives you that ‘no makeup look’ that everyone loves right now! Like when did “no makeup” stop meaning not wearing any makeup and start meaning doing your makeup a certain way like kids are looking at models and celebrities’ “no makeup looks” and wondering why they don’t look like that and it’s because they literally have on a full face of makeup. Like why are girls expected to wear makeup even when they’re “not wearing makeup”?
So are we ever gonna talk about the fact that in 1.06, Wyatt is apprehended looking like this
but when he wakes up handcuffed to a chair, he is missing his jacket, his tie, and the first few buttons of his shirt?
Also his sleeves were rolled up?
And he does not get his stuff back by the end of the episode. It’s just gone. Gone forever.
What happened that made this necessary? Rufus is intact: jacket, tie, buttons. Even his press pass is still on. Did someone have to resuscitate Wyatt or something? Make it easier for him to breathe? Is taser/chloroform that bad of a predictably bad combo? (Chloroform will affect the heart/lungs.) And after all, we do know that, canonically, Wyatt just does not handle his vapors well. (He’s also the last one to wake up in 1.11. By at least twenty minutes.) I’ll just imagine Flynn begrudgingly giving Wyatt cpr so he doesn’t die.
Why did this dressing down occur?
And were Lucy and Rufus similarly drugged here, or did they go quietly and willingly after Wyatt was incapacitated? We see them get grabbed, but did they just… go along with it?
Makkachin is a "he" or a "she"? I always see both of them in fanfics... what do you think?
Neither! According to the YOI Wikia, “Makkachin’s gender is not explicitly stated.”
For some reason, I always assumed Makkachin was a he? Maybe it’s because he/him pronouns were used in the first fics I read. I remember reading @thehobbem‘s Write Me In C Major and seeing that she was using she/her pronouns for Makkachin and having my mind blown because I was like “WAIT A SECOND HERE” ASKLDJFLKJASFLJK
“Did you know that every girl I’ve ever tried to date has died?” “I’m not even anatomically correct. I run around naked and I have no Junk.” “Like a bum on a baloney sandwich.” “That’s not even an appropriate lab coat.”
I know the lyrics were written by CL.... but it’s strangely perfect how they fit each of the girls individually.
CL: Does anyone know how it makes me feel?
People keep blaming CL for 2NE1′s disbandment, and they assume she stopped caring about her group once she got her solo gig in the U.S. But she never stopped caring, ever. So she’s saying, “Does anyone see how affected I am by this? Do you know how hard I fought to keep 2NE1 together? Or do you all just see me as some two-faced bitch who let the group fail?”
Dara: Will I be able to go on without you?
People always say that she has no talent and is just a pretty face, and sometimes I worry that she genuinely believes it. It’s absolutely not true, but how many times can you hear “you’re worthless” until you start to internalize it? She might honestly wonder if the end of 2NE1 means the end of her career, and the end of the fans’ love for her.
Bom: Don’t trust the broken stories. Don’t lose faith.
Some people honestly still think she’s a drug smuggler. Antis and netizens twisted the story so damn much that she’s been demonized solely for taking a prescribed medication…. But Blackjacks know the truth, and I think she sees that now. But she’s still saying “Please don’t believe those messed up rumors. My story is so different from what they’re telling you. Please believe me, and please believe in me.”
omg can we talk about getting a matching tattoo with Harry and how cute and comforting he would be during the whole thing
I love this idea. Thank you for bringing it out for tonight.
What if.. you both gave each other tattoos? Like your initials? You’d get it on your hip, and Harry would get your’s right next to his heart.
At a friend’s house you’d both do it. Harry would have to hold your hip down and you’d curse when the needle hits your skin. You’d bite your lip and hold onto a pillow or something. “You son of a-”
“Cut it, love. It’s not even that bad” he’d say and smirk up to you. The buzzing of the gun would start to ring in your ears and the pain would add up when Harry goes over the same lines. It honestly feels like he’s tracing a hot knife over your skin.
“Your skin is covered in them of course they don’t hu-” you’d start off but Harry cuts you off and wipes away the extra ink. “Done”
BTW someone has written about Harry giving Y/N a tattoo and it leads up to some sexy times, AND IT’S BEYOND GOLD. Does anyone know who is it by and what is it called?? HELP A GIRL OUT.
Summary: basically mean jerk face horny Niall Smut
Pairing: Niall x reader
Disclaimer: yall i’m not even going to censor my words(?) so yea gonna be short smut but im doing my best. thankies happy read
“UGH I HATE HIM!” I turn towards the voice. Ah just another one of his victim. Niall, talking about that particular Horan. Or should I say whore-an fits better. “Babe, I wouldn’t even go near him, I’m sorry” I said to the crying girl and offered her my sad smile. I do really pity her. But everyone knows his reputation, nonetheless it still his fault not the girl. All I know in mind is
I get why girls are all swarming around him. The blue eye? Blond hair now brunette? Fuck, even I would be flustered if only his attitude balanced his appearance. I really don’t understand what happened. His major personality change is a typical story plot line. The good awesome sweetheart guy by 17, jerk horny asshole by 18. Or right about when he is accepted into the Beta Theta Pi. He became a jerk, a typical frat boy jerk..
Finishing of, I grab my book and turn to leave. Lecture today is so boring. I just wanna sleep.
As I turned right through a corner, there stands the whore-an himself. “Hi Y/N!” he chirped with a sweetheart smile. “Hi Niall.” I respond back politely. Gotta keep manners..
“Watcha doin? Wanna hang out?” He asked with the same smile. “Hmm, sorry but I’m busy Niall thanks for the offer tho.” I said and walked again.
See Niall is the ‘sweet-friendly approach kinda guy’. not the ‘hey-babe-wanna-date-cos-i’m-so-hot’ type. The guy know what he’s doing.
“Oh c’mon Y/N.” “If I hadn’t known any better Ni, I would say your smile is genuine cute guy next door smile. Except it’s not.” I said. My bad mood is getting to me.
“Except I am the cute guy next door. Right about when we’re 3 until now eh?” He smirked.
“Yea and my parents still fall for that. Unbelievable, not me though.” I said now pushing him out of the way.
“Y/N” He called me again this time his voice deep and god, it’s like sex. control your whoremones Y/N. “What?” I turned facing him irritated.
“Well you look so tense.” He said and put his hand on my back going up to my shoulders.
“No shit. I’m in bad mood especially with you here.” I said flatly.
“Want some relaxation?”
“No thanks amigo.” Wait what? Amigo Y/N? Really? hard to think because his hands is starting to work magic on my shoulders. His other hand starts to rubs my arm.
“Just relax Y/N. I can make you feel good.” He said getting close and whispering the words next to my ear. “Really good princess.”
I just stand there unable to speak. I was actually getting along with whatever he wants to do. “I need to go home Ni.” I said.
“Well let me drive you there then. I was gonna drop by anyway.” He said and lead me to his car.
This is not good. I can feel myself getting turn on.
When he parked, I immediately jump out the car. “Thanks, for the ride Ni.” I said dismissing him. “Oh no problem. I was actually thinking about saying hi to Y/M/N (your moms name).
I opened the door and let him in too. “mom?” I called out. Just then I realised it was Thursday. She must’ve gone out with my aunt.
“Sorry she’s not home.” I turned and said to Niall.
“hmm. Good. I was thinking of an excuse to be alone with you anyways.” The bastard. I think to myself. He planned this.
“I can’t focus today in the lectures. I kept thinking about you. That body of yours.” Niall said his hand starts to roam down my back side.
“and that mouth.” I let out a soft sigh. “I wondered what it’ll look like taking my cock in.” Niall said and his finger trace my lips. I licked his finger that was on my lips.
Niall kissed my neck and led me back. When I opened my eyes we were in my mom’s room. The nerve..
“Be a good girl and suck my cock won’t you princess?” He said more than asked while pushing me to kneel.
Unbuckling his belt I take out his hard cock and start to pump it slowly.
“Suck it.” He ordered. Licking the tip I finally suck a little of it before going down as he want. His soft moans and grunts is making me really wet. Niall start to thrust his hips making me choke a little.
“Just like that babe.” He cup my face. “Such a good girl. Does anyone know how dirty slut you are? Sucking me off like this? Right where your parents could be home and walk in right now? I bet that thrill you baby. Your sweet little pussy is dripping and wanting to be filled my cock right?.” he asked pulling my hair making me answer before back to sucking him again. “Yes Niall.”
“That’s right. Oh god, that feels so good Y/N, cmon baby I’m so close.”
Right then i heard a car. Shit. Mom’s home.
“Cmon babe. I wanna cum on your face before she walk in.” Niall pulled out of my mouth. “Open up.” He said pumping himself and cum on my face some in my mouth.
“Thanks babe, That was good.
gotta get going now.
” He quickly pulled up his pants and jump of the window to the back.
“Well fuck me..” I said and head to the bathroom before my mom walks in.
Cleaning my face I think to myself why the fuck would i do that earlier. The prick was sweet talking me and i feel for it. Fuck!
∙ Miss Darcy was tall, and on a larger scale than Elizabeth; and, though little more than sixteen, her figure was formed, and her appearance womanly and graceful. She was less handsome than her brother; but there was sense and good-humour in her face, and her manners were perfectly unassuming and gentle. Elizabeth, who had expected to find in her as acute and unembarrassed an observer as ever Mr. Darcy had been, was much relieved by discerning such different feelings