fancy-things

anonymous asked:

I agree with u on realism! realism only needs to be present if the media you're creating NEEDS it to make its point. and why would blissful fun porn fic need reminders about the day-to-day struggles of trans/gay ppl IRL? so we can be reminded of the unfortunate aspects of our existence even when trying to have fantasy fun?

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this is fallout, it’s 200 years after a catastrophic societal reset, why does that automatically have to be a thing. there are sentient radiation zombies and paladin danse isn’t a canonical gay pretty boy power sub, there are more fanciful things in in this current iteration of the text than post-post apoc people being a little less homophobic

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It isn’t until October but Frank has some fancy military thing where he will be wearing his dress uniform so I need an evening gown.

I own the blue dress above but honestly, it is a tad too tight. And I hate the color. It’s so hard to find plus size evening gowns and would it really kill designers to put fucking sleeves on dresses?!? Ugh. And I need a dress that can camouflage my stomach.

Rent the runway only goes to size 22. I was a 20 in the blue dress shown above but should have gotten a 22. But I’m a 24 or 26 in other clothes so who knows. Maybe I’ll see what brands Rent the Runway has and try to find them in stores to see if their sizing fits me.

anonymous asked:

fun fact: those "handles" of armor on salarians' chests (like mordin's) are apparently the salarian equivalent of ties, according to an interview. they use them to look fancy in front of the other species bc they're self-conscious about their concave chests :(

Oh my goodness :O 

Mordin cmere bud you are beautiful with or without your fancy tie handle thing

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.