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.
i was considering doing something for @siderealsandman‘s au fic [read it if u haven’t!!], but then frickin’ abbey broke me with her day 5 prompt last night
[read it read it read it!!!]
and i am a huge a sucker for angst, so i needed to draw for it… mostly the last pic, but the others, i imagine that’s how things went lmao.
as most of you know, I was in the hospital this month. why? my heart. again. always. two cardiac arrests within a fifteen minute span as I was getting ready for work; an ambulance came and got me and everything. after that, it was two weeks of tests and surgery and new medications and short-term disability and ultimately, no answers. my heart condition remains a rare and mysterious jewel. so good news: I’m alive. bad news: I’m an american who just spent two weeks in the best electrocardiology ward in new york city. which means medical bills. so many fucking medical bills.
now, I have insurance, but before it kicks in I have a significant deductible to meet. every scrap of every paycheck is going towards those bills for the foreseeable future. which isn’t great, considering I took two-thirds of my closet off to a consignment store about a month before this happened. You guys know me, I’d like to be able to fill it out again. so I’m proposing a trade: I’ll dress you if you dress me.
style consulting - rates and services
$15 option - one time occasion styling! if you have a wedding or a graduation or a big date coming up, I’ll hop on skype with you for a half-hour and see what we can do with the clothes you already have.
$20 option - fashion guidance. I’ll ask you to send me five to seven pictures of outfits, styles, or fashion icons that you like. from there, I’ll write up my impressions of your fashion goals, advise you towards certain trends, and help you solidify your sense of personal style. (here is an example)
$40 option - fashion guidance + personal shopper. You’ll receive all the services of #1, plus I’ll discuss your budget and then go shopping for you. I’ll put together ten items within your price range that will help you meet your style aspirations.
$65 option - fashion guidance + personal shopper + skype consult. You’ll receive all the services of #1 and #2, plus I will set up a 45 minute in-person skype consult with you. We’ll go through your closet (or whatever items you choose) together, and I’ll help you pinpoint which garments will work with your new look, and which ones won’t.
**request via an ask - include your email address, your name, and which service you want - I’ll send you an email and we can begin the conversation there.**
(note: all these prices are suggested. obviously if you’re willing to donate more, I’d appreciate it, each option takes about an hour and a half more to do than the option preceding it. if you want something different than what I’m offering, send me a message and we’ll talk details.)
(second note: I’ll be doing these requests in the order I get them. When I get your inquiry, I’ll let you know where you are in the queue.)
I’ll still be giving out style advice all the time on this blog, don’t worry! But in-depth, individually tailored stuff takes me a lot of time, and I’d like to be able to turn that into something I can use to buy shoes that won’t fall apart with nyc wear.
I am really annoyed with the idea that Slytherins are always cool, calm and unemotional. Most of the Slytherins we see are very emotional, and make a lot of important decisions based on strong emotion, and even foil themselves
because they get too emotional. They’ll absolutely tear themselves
apart for whatever they love, whether that’s a person or power. You have to feel strongly about something to be truly
I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THE EXAMPLES. Someone insulted you/your
family/someone you care about? Forget the snide comebacks, it’s time to
SCREAM, YELL, CURSE THEM WITH BOILS. Family doesn’t approve of your
boyfriend? ELOPE, it doesn’t matter whether this turns out to be a terrible
decision. Boy Who Lived refuses to be your friend? OBSESS OVER HIM FOR
THE NEXT SEVEN YEARS. Telepathic Dark Lord is threatening your son/childhood
friend? Lie on the spot AND RISK A TORTUROUS DEATH TO DEFY HIM. Dark Lord is threatening
your house elf? DRINK POISON AND THROW YOURSELF INTO A PIT OF ZOMBIES.
Slytherin is the House of cunning, not the House of rational
Transitions between the Wheel (For the four seasons)
This is from my personal practice with observing the wheel of the year and my focus on each transition between the sabbats. I honor the current seasons in between. Each transition has it’s importance to self care and managing the home and garden. I will probably add to this later cause some paragraphs I wrote I feel like are a bit vague. Some of these transitions are not meant to be 100% literal and static but I feel like they are good areas to focus on for that moment in the year.
During the thick of winter when it’s too cold to do anything and always dark, it’s the perfect moment in the year to rest. The focus is on relaxing, taking extra time to sleep and care for the body especially to not get sick. Winter is also ‘spa’ season because the air is so dry and harsh it’s a good time to soak in hot baths and scrub away dead skin and moisturize with protective lotion. Do not try to make new plans, yet sit home, rest and reflect.
Imbolc -> Ostara Cleansing
When winter thaws it’s a great time to clean the home and prepare for spring. Personally, I also like to do a body cleanse since I tend to eat a lot of processed (yet delicious ;-;) foods all year round. This also makes up for all the heavy foods I’ve been eating since Summer (all the BBQs) to Winter comfort foods. As I clean the home and get rid of stuff that has accumulated over the year, I clean the body. Also the focus is on cleaning the home as well. Breathing in the same air, especially if its full of dust, is really unhealthy and it’s good as the days are getting a little warmer to open up the windows for a few minutes to allow in fresh air to circulate. This is also the time of year I throw out old furniture, accumulated things and rearrange furniture in the room as well.
Ostara -> Beltane Sowing
Spring is a great time to germinate sprouts along with other seeds and clean the backyard or garden to grow plants. If you like to compost it’s a time to start mixing in the vegetable/fruit/plant scraps with the soil. Spring is also a great time to sow bigger changes in life as well. Something about the warm new season brings an air of flirtatiousness and ‘socialness’ that makes it perfect for making new friends or finding a partner. (Probably because people can finally come out of hibernation). It’s also a fantastic time to work on your image and portfolio and apply for long term jobs that begin in the summer or fall. Spring is the season for new beginnings and putting long term plans into action.
Beltane -> Litha Growing
A tradition I like to do on Beltane is repotting of plants and gardening. Repotting plants is a tradition I try to focus on every year because it’s very easy for house plants to die due to dead soil. Plus it makes the inside of the house super vibrant and lively to have fresh new soil in pots. From this point to summer solstice is the point of growth. Growth in the garden but also growth of personal goals. May and June feel like hectic months where there are so many events and opportunities to advance your work or change your social scene, that if I am not personally progressing, I focus all of my attention on my growth.
Litha -> Lughnasadh Thriving
Its the heat of summer! It’s time to get out and feel the intense hot energy and use its power to focus on goals and networking! Where I am there’s usually an exciting event every week where it’s an opportunity to make more connections and meet more friends but also since its warm and nature is so vibrant it’s time to take some days to relax and get away to enjoy the heat and life of nature. Go to the beach, go hiking, swim in a lake, sleep under the stars. Be active since the efforts will pay off.
-> Mabon Reaping
This is the time you earn what you’ve sowed both literally and metaphorically. If you have a garden its the time it will start giving back. If you are an active goer of a farmers market you will notice how beautifully abundant the stands are. If in Spring you’ve sent out tons of job applications, and in Summer got the job you’ve wanted and worked hard, then by now you should start seeing some results. If there are no results being seen it’s a time for reflection and re-strategizing. There is a second chance in this time to start again before the cold and the holiday season bulldozes through.
Mabon -> Samhain Harvesting/Gathering
This is the time to gather and harvest. Usually family tends to gather now since it’s the holiday season. There’s not much other than gathering to be done since family and holidays are bombarding you from all sides. Also there is an abundance of food. This is great to store for the next transition which is
Samhain -> Yule Preparation
This is the moment to prepare for winter. My warddrobe completely changes here, I take up knitting projects that were abandoned last Imbolc, and I store food and herbs for the winter to use. Also making preserves from things in the garden or hand knitting clothes make great presents for the winter holidays. This is also a time to prepare the garden for hibernation. Take in potted plants, harvest the last of the herbs and food (that are not potted). Make sure plants you do not want to die have a place to chill in the house.
• He’s probably big spoon
• Holds you close his chest
• Most likely spent in silence with another hug and a hum every now and them
• Sleepy, sleepy smiles
• Kisses in your hair
• Him rubbing your sides
• Being all the way under the covers.
• You guys sleep facing each other
• Waking up to him holding your hand
• Smiling and forehead kisses
• Kissing him on the nose
• Gentle touches and poking each other’s faces
• Messing morning hair
• Jaebum being soft in general because he melts for you
• Waking you up w/ kisses
• His morning voice tbh
• Probably a lot of butt grabbing
• Laughing at each other bc of said butt grabbing
• “I love you.” “Jackson, that’s the ninth time you’ve said that.” “But it’s still true so…”
• Being nose to nose
• “Go brush your teeth, nasty.”
• His cute sleepy eye smiles
• Jinyoung totally steals all the covers so the first twenty minutes of the morning are spent fighting over it
• Hand holding
• Neck kisses
• Things almost getting too heated ;)))
• Planning outfits for the day out loud bc why not
• “We have to get up, Y/n.” “Yes, Mother.”
• His loud yawns
• Him too sleepy to open his eyes
• Small pecks on the lips and nose and forehead and face in general
• Him laughing at your sleepy voice
• “You’re a ray of sunshine.” “Y/n….” “My beautiful ray of sunshine.”
• Holding you close and never letting go
• Him playing with your hair
• Him sticking his cold hands up your shirt
• You yelling at him and hitting him in the chest
• “It’s that time again.” “Bammie…” BamBam: *dabs*
• Holding each other for body heat
• Bareface beauty
• Tangling your legs together
• “Morning, Beautiful.” “Morning, Handsome.”
• Moving his bangs away from his eyes and laughing
• Him nuzzling into his forehead into your shoulder
• Cute sleepy baby Yugyeom
• Being obnoxiously loud to annoy you
• You shoving him to shut up
• Curling up while he holds you
• Hair Petting™
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Both Receiving), Mentions of Public Sex, 69, Orgasm Denial, Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, A LOT OF FILTH
Notes: This is 100000000% for my precious Camile, @minhosmeanhoe because she wanted something involving Stiles and masturbation because this is all we ever talk about (we are horny fuckers lol). But, even better, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAMILE. You are one of my bestest friends I am glad I am able to talk to you daily. I don’t know what I would do without you. I LOVE YOU!!!!❤️
I love your writing so bad! So I got this idea and hoped you would write
it? So, reader is Archies girlfriend, Kevin’s sister which makes her the
daughter of the sheriff. Since Jasons dead it has been forbidden to go to the
river, but she and Archie sneaks out in the middle of the night and go there.
The get in the water and make out. Things heated as her dad aka the sheriff
finds them and takes her home. He forbids them to see each other, but the keep
doing it, tho. U decide the happy ending :)
Pairing: Archie x
sheriff’s daughter and her boyfriend are quite the trouble-making pair.
Word count: 940
A/N: ahh my first
archie imagine!! hope you all enjoy!!
You and Kevin sat in your room together, listening to Taylor Swift’s
“I’m just not feeling the country,” Kevin critiqued. “Even in the Red album, she was leaning
“But this is classic Taylor!” you protested. “You’re telling me you don’t like Fearless?”
“I’m not saying that,” he raised his hands in defense. “I’m just saying 1989 is way better.” You rolled your eyes.
“Whatever, Kev.” Before he
could think of a clever remark, a tapping on your window interrupted the two of
you. Sharing puzzled glances, you and
Kevin slowly moved towards your window.
You pushed back the curtains to reveal your boyfriend, Archie Andrews,
standing on a ladder.
“Can I come in?” he asked cheekily. You rolled your eyes, but smiled and opened
the window. He climbed in and closed the
window behind him. Listening to the
music that was playing, he shot you a raised eyebrow. “Taylor Swift?”
“Hell yeah!” you nodded, but lowered the volume a bit. “So what are you doing here?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the river,” Archie
suggested with a small smirk. Before you
could respond, Kevin cut you off.
“Dad said we aren’t allowed,” he shot you a warning glance.
“So what?” you rolled your eyes.
“He’s not gonna find out.” Kevin
pursed his lips and crossed his arms, sending you a pointed look. “You wouldn’t.”
“I will,” Kevin warned. “There’s
a murderer in Riverdale right now, and going to Sweetwater River is like
walking into death’s trap.”
“Come on, Kev,” you whined.
He shook his head.
“No. There’s nothing you
can say that’ll convince me not to tell him.”
You furrowed your eyebrows trying to think of something you held against
him. Finally, you reached an idea and
“I’ll tell him about Joaquin,” you declared. His face visibly paled as his eyes widened.
“But… but you can’t!” he stuttered.
“I won’t tell dad if you don’t tell him about me going to
Sweetwater River,” you bargained. He
huffed and rolled his eyes, but agreed.
You smirked triumphantly and smiled at Archie. “Let’s go.”
He went down the ladder first to make sure he could catch you if you
The night was dark and silent, and you and Archie stifled
your laughs as you ran towards the river.
“This is such a bad idea,” you whispered, but he just waved
it off and kissed you. You smiled into
“Let’s go into the water,” he said, and you nodded. The two of you, holding hands, ran into the
water. You shrieked with delight as the
coldness of the water enveloped the lower half of your body. Archie snuck up from behind and grabbed you
by the waist, twirling you around as you laughed. He set you down and turned you around so you
face him. Still grasping onto your
waist, his lips connected with yours.
This kiss was not like the ones the two of you had shared before; this
one was rough and passionate. You
wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Archie’s fingers traced the hem of your
shirt. You were about to prompt him to
take it off, but the shine of a flashlight caught your eye. The two of you separated and looked for the
source of the light.
It was your dad.
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, squeezing Archie’s
hand. Your dad approached the edge of
“(Y/N)!” he yelled, shining his flashlight directly in yours
and Archie’s eyes. “Get out of the river
right now!” You and your boyfriend
obliged, slowly trekking onto the shore.
The two of you were dripping wet, and your dad, who had come prepared,
threw each of you a towel.
“Sorry dad,” you mumbled, keeping your head down.
“Sorry?” he demanded, his voice cold with anger. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, (Y/N). As the sheriff, I have to protect this entire
goddamned town, and my own daughter won’t listen to me. My own daughter! Do you know how that ruins my reputation?” You had no reply, so you just kept your head
“We’re sorry, Mr. Keller,” Archie apologized. “This was all my fault. I convinced (Y/N) to come out here with
me. Don’t get mad at her, please, I
should take all the blame.”
“Another reason why my daughter should have never started
dating you,” the sheriff spat. “Get in
the car, both of you. I’m taking Andrews
home and having him explain to his dad why the sheriff had to escort him
home. And then, (Y/N), we’re going to
have a nice long chat.”
You sat in your room, dismally staring out of the window.
“I didn’t tell him, you know,” Kevin said, not bothering to
knock before he entered your room. “He
walked into your room and saw you weren’t there, and I guess he just had a
hunch.” You turned to face your brother
and rolled your eyes.
“That’s great, Kev, but it doesn’t help the fact that I can’t
see Archie anymore,” you responded, and then turned back to the window. Kevin sighed and exited your room.
Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the ginger climbing
towards your window until his face was right in front of yours.
“Archie?” you whisper-yelled, opening the window. He grinned, but didn’t climb into your room.
“Hey,” he said.
“What are you doing here?” you asked. He just smiled and kissed you.
“I had to see you,” he answered after you two pulled
apart. You smiled and shook your head.
“God, you’re an idiot.” He
pouted, causing you to peck him on the lips.
plot : after his mum’s new boyfriend kicks him out, Justin only has one thing to do
word count : 1403
notes : for two people who wanted Justin Foley but I forgot their accounts so I’m sorry for not tagging
Running out of his house, bag slung over his shoulder, Justin wiped his wet eyes on the sleeve of his varsity jacket, only for the tears to be replaced with new ones. He didn’t stop until he couldn’t run anymore, legs aching, throat burning. He had no idea where he was, he couldn’t tell with his blurry vision. It was almost nightfall, not a person In sight. He fell to his knees, bag dropping with a loud thump, as a quiet sob passed his lips.
There was one thing Justin could think of doing. One person he wanted to talk to now, he needed to talk to right now. He reached into his pocket, hands trembling as he did so, retrieving his phone. He somehow found your contact, a picture of your beaming face on his screen, the image alone calming him down the tiniest bit. He shakily pressed the dial button, holding his breath while waiting for you to pick up. Begging you to answer.
One ring. Two ring.
More tears gathered in his eyes.
You were probably busy. You didn’t need him as a burden.
More and more tears fell as another sob racked his body.
The world stopped. Justin’s voice was caught in his throat, no words forming.
“Justin? You there?”
He couldn’t help the cry he let out of his mouth.
“Justin?! Are you okay?”
The sound of your panicked voice, filled Justin’s heart. You cared, you were the only one who cared.
It was only a whisper, something you shouldn’t have caught but you did.
“Justin? What happened? What’s wrong? What did they do?”
“I- I can’t. I-”
The words wouldn’t come out, as much as Justin tried.
“Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up” you stated.
Justin heard the jingling of keys through the phone.
“I- I don’t know. There’s houses and- and a-” he stuttered, trying to speak through the suffocation he was feeling.
“Justin. Stop. Breathe in. Breathe out. Now tell me, can you see a street sign anywhere?”
He did as you instructed, following your smooth, familiar voice.
“Risely Avenue” he said after a while.
“Stay where you are, I’m coming. And Justin?”
He blinked back more tears as he listened to you talk.
“Everything will be okay”
It was a mere 10 minutes before your familiar car drove up the street, headlights illuminating the otherwise dark road. Justin looked at the ground as he stood, ashamed to look at you in his current state. He heard the click of the car door opening, followed the by the clicking of your shoes on the gravel road. He managed to look up, eyes meeting with your warm ones. You stood right in front of him, inches away. You held your arms out and in less than a second, Justin fell into your arms.
He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat.
“Hey” he replied, his voice a tiny squeak.
You pulled away, much to Justin’s dismay. You picked up his bag from the floor and he didn’t have the energy to protest, taking his hand in yours, you walked back to your car, settling them in. And then you drove.
You turned to look at your boyfriend of more than a year for a second before fixing your eyes back on the road.
“I- uhm I-”
“You don’t have to explain Justin. Not now anyway”
You pressed your lips together, gently placing a hand on his knee while keeping the other on the steering wheel. He flinched at the sudden contact, but your hand stayed where it was.
“I’m sorry, I just I-”
He immediately started to apologise, even though you thought nothing of it and completely understood.
“Sh, Justin. Just relax, you’re with me now” you assured, running a thumb across his jean clad knee.
He nodded, swallowing thickly, shutting his eyes and focusing on your soft touch. You flicked your eyes to him, watching his long eyelashes fall on his cheekbones. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, dried tears on his cheeks.
Soon enough, you reached your house, parking the car in the driveway. Justin opened his eyes, blinking a few times. You silently hopped out, grabbing his bag from the backseat before opening the passenger door.
“You don’t have to do all this” Justin mumbled.
“Come on” you urged, ignoring his statement.
The two of you walked into your house, the warmth engulfing you both. You took his hand in yours, leading him to the spare bedroom.
“Have you eaten yet?” you questioned.
Justin shook his head, like you expected.
“Well, you know where the showers are, I’m going to heat up dinner okay?”
He nodded, looking at the floor. You could tell he was on the verge of another round of tears. You frowned, walking up to him and wearing your arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek. You felt him smile, even if it was a small one.
You stepped away, smiling at him softly, before leaving the room. You walked to your kitchen, getting the leftovers from Robert out to heat them up. Nobody should be treated how Justin is. Justin didn’t call you about this, usually going to Bryce’s house or Alex’s but not yours. He never wanted to bother you with his problems, thinking he would be a burden to you. It took Justin almost a year before he even told you about his condition at home and that was only after Zach accidentally mentioned it.
You took the food out of the microwave, placing it on the dinner table while waiting for him to arrive. Your parents were big business people, meaning they were out of town a lot of the time, so they bought you your own little house to stay in which they occasionally visited.
Ten minutes later, the sound of water running stopped, meaning Justin was out of the shower. Another ten minutes later, Justin padded into the dining room, where you were waiting for him. His hair was dripping wet, droplets trailing down the back of his neck. His eyes were redder, even puffier while his bottom lip quivered. What you noticed now was the significant bruises that had formed around his neck and the sight of all of this made you shatter a little on the inside. He tugged at his sleeves, still looking at the floor. He had changed into a pair of sweats and a t shirt.
You went to him, pressing a slight kiss on his shaking lips. You gripped his jaw with a feather-like touch, tilting it upwards to expose the purple and blue skin of his neck. You gingerly touched the large bruises that were vaguely in the shape of fingerprints. He gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing under your thumb. You sighed and pulled away.
He listened to your words, taking a seat next to you. He picked up his fork, staring at his food with no intention of eating it.
“I’m not that hungry right now Y/N, I’m sorry for making you go to all this trouble-”
“It’s fine Justin, I understand. Want to go to bed?” you offered.
He nodded, standing up from the table with you following suit. You put his plate back in the fridge before taking his hand and walking back to bed. You got in first, opening your arms and inviting him to lay with you. He complied immediately, putting his head on your shoulder, intertwining your legs.
“You have to report them Justin. Those bruises… they look bad. It’s the worse it’s gotten so far” you gulped, your own heart becoming heavy with the thought.
“I can’t Y/N, I’ll be shipped off to some foster home with people I don’t even know and I might even have to move away. I’m not risking that”
You nodded, it was a hard decision for anyone.
“How are you feeling?”
As the words left his mouth, you felt wetness on your shoulder.
“Oh Justin, you don’t need to act strong now. It’s okay to be human” you whispered into his ear.
And those were all it took before he broke down for the third time that evening. His body shook violently as you held him tight.
“It’ll all be okay Justin. I promise”
And in that moment, Justin realised that the only real place he felt safe was with you.
Am I the only one whose still laughing at Ravens entire attitude during the fight with Jess like home girl really thought she was killing it and spilling tea but she just looks like a rabid shih tzu barking at the mailman
So I was gonna try and get out some Jared size!kink smutty goodness out today, but it looks like it’s gonna be longer than I bargained for (pun intended)
That will be posted at some point, but for now I thought I’d compile all of my smut fics and series’ with smut into one place so y’all can read away to your heart’s content - got a whole lotta Sam, a decent amount of Dean, and a smattering of others.
Happy Smut Appreciation Day, y’all
Sam x Reader
Soy Un Perdedor- You reluctantly go to a male strip club for your friend’s bachelorette party, but when you get a lap dance from the gorgeous Orion, your opinion of the night changes dramatically. - 5.8k, stipper!Sam, size/height difference
Forgive Me, Father - You find an unusual customer at your workplace, and end up getting more than you bargained for when you offer to take him to a back room. - 3.7k, virgin!priest!Sam/stripper!reader
My Best Friend’s Brother - You’re not prepared when your best friend and roommate’s handsome as hell brother shows up on your doorstep, and you quickly realise the attraction isn’t one sided. - 3.4k, reader gender unspecified
Ask For What You Want - Your husband, Sam, is a big-shot business owner. His employees don’t know what goes on behind closed doors. - 3.1k, sub!Sam/dom!reader