Coco Chanel said, “Before leaving the house, a lady should look in the mirror and remove one accessory.” Going even one step too far can ruin your whole look. This analogy can also be applied to a PR push that went at least one step too far and fucked up the intended appearance. But instead of taking off one accessory, they should have removed a scarf, sixteen pieces of flare, the brooch someone’s grandma smuggled out of occupied Belgium, one of those chains that attaches from an earring to a nose ring, all of the bracelets Johnny Depp owns and a floppy hat the size of the Lido Deck. Because they did the absolute most and it backfired.
i love my stabby tiefling dex cleric…….. she’s a swashbuckler who has like six gold earrings on each one, a gold nose piercing, and gold jewelry/chains woven into her hair………….. she’s literally the most Extra motherfucker
With this post I hope to give some historical, cultural, and yes, spiritual information on nostril piercings, as it can be difficult to find facts through the “fluff” of the internet at times.
·Nostril Piercings: nose rings are dated as far as 4000 years ago in the Middle East. The practice of nose piercing is still followed among the nomadic Berber and Beja tribes of Africa and the Bedouins of the Middle East. The size of the ring gifted denotes a family’s wealth. It’s given by a husband to his wife when they marry, and it represents financial security for her in the event that she and her husband are divorced. In India, a stud or a ring is usually worn in the left nostril, although both nostrils are pierced in some areas. The reason the left nostril is more commonly pierced is due to that spot being associated with female reproductive organs in Ayurveda (i.e. Indian medicine); the piercing is supposed to make childbirth easier and lessen period pain. An Indian woman’s nose piercing is sometimes joined to her ear by a chain. In the west, nose piercing first appeared among the hippies who had traveled to India in the Late 1960s. In the 1970s, the practice of nose piercing was adopted by the Punk movement as a symbol of rebellion against conservative values. Nowadays it’s fairly commonplace among facial piercings. It is still quite common for women in contemporary India, and women of South Asian descent living elsewhere, to get their nostrils pierced for cultural reasons.
So where does your nose come into all of that? Your piercing could be for a variety of reasons. Firstly, a new body modification gives you a rush physically, your mind and emotions are often in a heightened and alert state before you get the work done, then afterward your mind and emotions have shifted and your energy is raised.
·Period pains or childbirth (if applicable)
·To mark a spiritual transition, as the transition can be marked visibly for the world to see
·A commitment ritual to a deity, especially one that comes from a country or culture where nose rings are common
·Reducing distressing energies
·After an illness or traumatic injury, some people like to get a piercing as an act of spiritual healing. It’s an attempt to “reclaim” the body from its trauma. This would also apply to mental and/or emotional trauma as well.
He was everywhere. The boy no one spoke to; the boy
everyone avoided. Lee Taemin. He walked around with this dark, mysterious aura
around him which seemed to warn everyone off. Rumour had it that he even had a
gun. Some people said that he kept a knife in his bedroom drawer. You weren’t sure what to believe. Though, you had to admit, you thought he
was the most beautiful boy you’d ever seen.
Recently, he seemed to be wherever you were; you’d
never seen him so much before. In every class you had with him, you caught him
looking at you in a way you’d never been looked at before; like you were
someone different, someone worth bothering with. Unlike Taemin, you seemed to
bring unwanted attention to yourself. The popular girls would make fun of your
makeup, the way you did your hair because it wasn’t like theirs. The boys used
to throw paper balls, kick your chair, irritating you until you couldn’t bare
it anymore and left the room. They didn’t know it but it made you cry; you
hated school with such passion that you’d debated dropping out.
That day, in the hallway as you were putting your
books in your locker, you felt another paper ball hit your back. Letting out a
loud sigh, you turned around to see the same group of girls and boys that found
it amusing to pick on you.
“Awww, did we upset you? We’re sorry.”
One of the girls,
Kennedy, mocked you, pouting sarcastically.
“What’s your problem?”
finally picking up enough courage to stand up to them.
You heard someone mutter in the background.
The bullies all looked at
each other, smirking and laughing. They made you feel small, insignificant;
they made you wonder why you even turned up at school. Kennedy stepped up to
you, standing in your face. Even though she was around the same height as you,
she seemed to tower over you like a giant, making your heart pound frantically
against your chest. Suddenly, she grabbed hold of your T-shirt by the collar,
almost choking you.
“What did you say to me bitch?”
She said in your face. You
were so scared that it felt like your whole body was paralysed.
Frightened, you stuttered, completely unable to speak.
“Hey! Get your slutty
hands off her Kennedy.”
A voice came from behind her. When she let go, Taemin
was there. In a leather jacket, his blond hair, the chain from his nose to his
ear; he looked perfect. By this point, a crowd had formed to watch and through
the crowd of people, Kennedy’s boyfriend, Simon appeared. The sight of him made
your throat dry. He was broad and muscular; a whole lot bigger than Lee Taemin.
“Did you just call my girlfriend a slut?”
“Someone might get shot.”
You heard someone say, under their breath.
He growled walking up to Taemin,
getting in his face just like his girlfriend did to you.
“That’s right. No one
else would take her but you.”
It was crazy seeing him stand up to one of the
school bullies. No one had ever done that before. You were so scared for you
and Taemin; you watched in horror, afraid Taemin would get hurt but when Simon
went to punch Taemin, Taemin got hold of Simon’s wrist, twisted it and kicked
him in his crotch. Dramatically, everyone gasped, including you.
shouted from the crowd of students and Simon threw a harsh punch at Taemin’s
chest. Attracting the whole school’s attention, the boys started fighting
roughly, bringing each other to the floor. You didn’t know what to do; you
froze stiff where you were standing. Taemin was stronger than you thought,
punching Simon right in the jaw. You could almost feel the punch. Just then,
all the students parted to the sides of the hallway as a few of the male maths
teachers grabbed both boys, yanking them off each other. Then, sending chills
down your spine, the head teacher marched through in her long dress and loud
shoes. Her face was stiff; she was angry as hell.
“Taemin! Simon! My office!
Taemin stared at you with his intense eyes like he was reading your soul
before storming off down the hall.
As it was settling in to the winter months, it was
pitch black as you were walking home with only the tall street lights to guide
you. You could barely see in front of you due to the torrential rain. It was
cold, the rain was soaking through your clothes and home seemed so far away. On
top of the appalling weather, you couldn’t stop thinking about Lee Taemin and
about how he stood up for you today. That was the first time you’d ever heard
him talk. His voice was on replay, his gorgeous face playing a video montage in
your brain. Yes, of course you knew he was dangerous but, he saved you. Was he
really the villain? A flash of lightening cracked through the sky, followed by
a ground shaking rumble of thunder. All of a sudden, you heard the piercing
screech of wheels spinning. On a pitch black bulky motorbike, Taemin pulled up
next to the curb, kicking all the water up. He looked insanely hot, soaking wet
in his leather jacket and tight jeans, his eyes glistening under the moonlight.
He called to you. Without thinking, you ran to him like he had this
magnetic pull; you were under his spell. Like a gentleman, he took his helmet
off and gave it to you. You’d never been on a motorbike before and you never
expected it to be Taemin’s motorbike.
Assuming he meant his waist,
you wrapped your arms around his stomach. Once more, kicking up water, he
revved up the loud engine before speeding off down the road. You had no idea
where he was taking you but it was a risk you were willing to take.
“Here. Put these on. I’ll put your clothes in the
Taemin handed you an oversized white T shirt and some grey boxer
You uttered, water dripping off your hair which was
stringy from the water.
“My room is over there.”
Taemin pointed to a chipped
black wooden door. You started heading over to his room when you decided you
should thank him for what he did.
You questioned, turning to face
He replied, peeling his wet shirt off in front of you. You could
feel yourself blushing beetroot.
“Thank you for what you did today.”
very first time, you saw him smile and you wished he would do it more; he had
the most jaw dropping smile.
Taemin’s room was pretty basic, white walls, a simple
pine wood floor, a dresser to put his clothes in. His bed had plain white
sheets. You should have guessed his lived on his own. It was just a small
apartment in a block of flats but it was all he could afford. As you got
changed in to his clothes, you wondered if he kept his gun in here or even
other weapons. Your underwear was soaked from the rain too and even though you
wanted to keep them on, it would ruin his clothes too so you put them with your
wet clothes to give to him.
“Thank you for letting me borrow your clothes
You thanked him as he put them in his dryer.
“It’s okay. I don’t wear
those much anyway.”
He replied. Taemin was topless, wearing grey pyjama
bottoms; he looked delicious, it was so hard to think around him. Through his
huge windows, you could see it was still pouring with the many droplets hitting
the window and trickling down slowly. Awkwardly, you stood, watching him put
his clothes away, not knowing what to say or do.
“You can sit down or move you know? You look
You had no clue; you didn’t mean to be rude.
You mumbled, fiddling with your finger nails. Taemin snorted.
“What is it with
you people?! You all look at me like I’m a murderer or something.”
his jaw was stiff like he was pissed off. Anxiously, you gulped.
um..people say you’re dangerous.”
You told him, your heart pounding, thinking
he was going to go mad. Taemin grinned, completely the opposite of what you
He asked, raising his eyebrow.
All of a sudden, he marched powerfully to you, pinned you to
the wall and grabbed your wrists, putting them above your head. Not being able
to breathe properly from the intensity, your chest heaved up and down against
Taemin’s body that was pushed up against you.
“This kind of dangerous?”
questioned, smirking. Biting your lip, you nodded; you weren’t frightened
anymore, just turned on by that gaze he gave you that made you feel like the
hottest girl in the world. Taemin gazed at your lips. Slowly, he brushed his thumb
across your lower lip, causing you to shudder, while still holding your wrists
with the other hand. Suddenly, he crushed his lips against yours and dominantly
kissed you, claiming your lips as his. Like butter, you melted in to his touch,
letting him do whatever he wanted. You were his now. Taemin let your wrists
fall as he clasped both sides of your face, intensifying the kiss. Like magic,
his tongue caressed yours; he felt so good you could explode. Proving just how
dangerous he was, he grabbed your wet hair and pulled it down, moving your head
back so he could access your sensitive neck, kissing and biting it messily. The
feeling sent electric pulses all the way down through your body until it hit
your pussy; you’d never wanted somebody so bad in your life.
groaned, enjoying his teeth pulling at the flesh of your neck.
“Dangerous am I?”
He growled before grabbing your ass hard, pinching your cheeks. A cry of
pleasure escaped your lips. The way he took control was so arousing. Taking
advantage of his strength, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and ripped it open,
exposing your breasts. Wasting no time, his mouth went straight to your nipples
which were already hard from arousing.
You cried again, running your
hands through his wet, wavy blond hair. Throwing your head back, the feel of
Taemin’s lips on your breasts made you soak his boxer shorts in your juices;
you wondered if he knew how wet you was for him.
“Do you believe them?”
asked in a husky voice, gazing in to your eyes as he began to slide his fingers
down your boxer shorts.
You replied, your voice almost a whisper as his
fingers found your clit. Taemin took his hand out of your boxers, leaving you
on edge; your pussy throbbing from the lack of attention it needed. Like you
were light as a feather, he lifted you up and you hooked your legs around him
for support. You knew you were in for a rough, delicious ride as he carried you
to his bedroom.
Your head hit his
soft pillows as he dropped you on the bed before crawling seductively on all
fours on top of you. Taemin grabbed the top of your boxer shorts and rampantly
yanked them off, throwing them on the floor like they were a nuisance.
Thankfully, his fingers found your now incredibly swollen clit. Whilst moaning
like crazy from the pleasure, you cupped Taemin’s solid dick through his
bottoms and rubbed him, craving his cock. You soon decided that apart from his
stunning hard on, his lips were your favourite part of him as they returned on
top of yours. As he kissed you roughly, tugging at your bottom lip, you tried
to pull his pyjama bottoms off that were restricting you from your prize. You
felt Taemin grin in to the kiss. Helping you, he pulled them off himself whilst
still dominating your mouth. Finally, you got hold of the bad boys cock and
stroked it hard. The sounds Taemin made were like sex to your ears, sending you
to cloud nine. It was hard not to pout when Taemin got on his knees, pulling
away from you.
“Are you on birth control?”
He questioned. You could barely
thinking straight, gazing at his beautiful, athletic body. You shook your head
no; you’d never been in that sort of situation before. Teasing you, he pulled
your boxer shorts off, taking his sweet time. When they were off, he began to
place lingering kisses up your legs.
You panted, begging, not being able to
stand it anymore; he was driving you mad with lust.
“You’re beautiful. Remember
He whispered in your ear, his warmth caressing your skin, making your
heart swell up like a balloon. It was the first time a boy had ever called you
beautiful. Taemin placed a kiss on your jawline then your neck, causing the
hairs on your body stand up from the electric sensation. Every second that
passed felt like forever. Impatiently, you watched him pull the condom down on
his manhood with lust marbled in his eyes. Usually, you felt nervous and uncomfortable
when naked with a man but something about him made you feel protected as well
as filling you with adrenaline. With one rough push, he buried himself deep
inside of you. The whole neighbourhood could have heard your cries and screams
of pleasure. Taemin knew what he was doing as he figured out what made you
take. Clawing at his back, almost drawing blood, you held on to him tightly.
Your whole body was on fire, feeling stronger than ever before. He made you
feel like a sex goddess, like a real woman; the girl no one appreciated was now
the smartest, most beautiful girl in the world. You knew that’s how a man
should make you feel; that’s how Lee Taemin made you feel.
Midnight. It was
still bucketing it down with rain outside. Together, laid naked in his bed, you
listened to the rain pit-a-pat on his window. Resting your tired head on his
chest, you smiled to yourself, enjoying the feeling of Taemin gently running
his fingers through your hair.
not really dangerous are you?”
You heard him sigh.
“Only to protect the one’s I
care about, (Y/N).”
Looking up at him, he was smiling sweetly down at you. It
melted your heart.
“You care about me?”
You asked, curiously.
“You were the
only one that ever gave me a chance. Of course I care about you.”
you knew he wouldn’t hurt anyone; he was a man of feelings.
dangerous, then I’m your partner in crime.”
“someone talk to me about rule 63 exR with punk enjolras and good girl!R” - upstairsinmysocks
grantaire works as a summer camp counsellor and whilst they’re at the pool enjolras, with her half-buzzed natalie dormer hair and 9837 piercings in her ears and nose and eyebrow, leans on the chain link fence and flirts with grantaire and smokes a cigarette and grantaire blushes and blushes and the little kids ask her “is that your giiiiirlfriend” and grantaire’s eyes widen and she says “NO oh my GOD no way ha ha nooo way”
and then one day grantaire has had it UP TO THERE with enjolras always loitering about and second-hand smoke and so she marches outside to give enjolras a stern talking-to but ends up getting debauched against the wall (away from the kids of course) and she learns exactly how soft enjolras’s lips are - surprisingly so, for such a hardened looking person - and she comes back in looking a FRIGHTFUL MESS and blushing like mad
one day enjolras has grantaire over and decides to give her a makeover and that’s how grantaire showed up to her parents’ garden party the next day with smudged black eyeliner and hair a wild tangle around her head, with a pair of enjolras’s ripped jeans and vintage band tees turned crop top, and she finds that she likes it, much more than her oxford button-downs and her khaki shorts and her sperrys
One of the more subtle dangers of goth is oftentimes the bohemian/free thinking people you encounter. You may find yourself questioning many things like sexuality, gender, relationships, etc. Goth is one of the few areas where men and women can be equally as beautiful. They may express themselves however they choose. A dangerous world for any well-to-do suburbanite Yuppie indeed. XP
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So yesterday I was at warped tour and went to the NYD
signing at their tent (I was so nervous and anxious I was very obviously
shaking but anyway :p) and had them sign a poster for me. I
complemented Jeremy on his cool chain-nose-to-earring thing and told Ash
Costello she was one of my style icons :D I took a picture with Ash but
I realized that the sun had washed both of us out horribly in the pic
that you couldn’t even tell who we were. Ash was so so SOO sweet and let
me retake it later in the day as she was leaving for break!!! Everyone
in the band was so nice and their performance was definitely my
favorite. I was hugging the barricade their entire performance and
caught one of Nikki Misery’s picks. I can’t wait for them to tour with
their upcoming album Malevolence!