great taste in clothing

Imagine James and Maggie walking into each other and they are legit wearing the same outfit

And then Alex and Kara see them and never let them live it down but they take it in full stride and joke that the Danvers sisters have great tastes

They make sure to wear very similar clothes whenever all four of them hang out

12 Reasons to love Gray Fullbuster

(An independent-of-ships Gray appreciation post)

1. The cool guy
Literally and otherwise. He’s pretty chill when not being challenged to a fist fight and practically oozes calm.

2. Relatively “normal”
A rarity in the Fairy Tail guild. Minus his stripping, he’s probably one of the sanest people around.

3. An artist
Makes pretty things with pretty magic so pretty even when fighting. Have you seen his swords, bows and shields?

4. Pretty smart
Aside while fighting Gray also likes to read and is probably one of the smartest in the guild when you average on and off battle times. Also puns?

5. Great taste in fashion

To match his good looks…when he has his clothes on, that is. 

6. Character development af
From someone willing to sacrifice himself for an intended result or let the past weigh heavy on him, he has grown into someone who knows the value of his life (to himself and others), who looks to the future.

7. Great actor
He’s fooled his own guildmates about where his loyalty lay and/or what his intentions were twice now - if you include a filler arc.


And a total cat person.


Been travelling and training since he was teeny, and is part of Fairy Tail’s strongest team. Plus, how many others do we know who adopted a Slayer magic mid-way through the story and perfected it off the bat?

10.Quite the dancer
While only really mentioned in a filler arc, it doesn’t seem like too much of a far cry that he can dance.

Originally posted by takasquid

11. Big bro af
Wendy has an array of elder near-sibling figures in her life, not in the least Gray. Whether he’s accompanying her on the dance floor or making cute ice crowns for her, looks like he does keep an eye out for the little dragon slayer.

12. Generally a nice guy
He’s a gentleman when he needs to be, is sensitive to what others feel, is quick to forgive (though not foolishly so), apologises when he must and genuinely cares a heck ton for his guildmates and friends - even ones he may claim to dislike.

Just look at the cutie:

BroTPs and ships everywhere. He’s like the male Lucy that way.

Ed: Oswald was amazing! I’ve been admiring him since the first time I laid my eyes on him. He was reluctant toward me first, but then I tried and tried, took him to my place, nursed him back to health… and finally manage to have him as a friend and mentor! He was the only one who could see me as I truly was. I owed him everything: my freedom, my house, my clothes, my job… He could enlighten a room with his presence, his class and his great taste of clothes! My world use to revolve around him… and now I feel so lost without him! I can’t sleep, I take drugs just to see him again… I miss him so much!
Lucious: Then why did you kill him?
Ed: That’s right, why did I…? Oh right, Isabelle… IsabellAH God damnit!



Ayu is supposed to have great taste in fashion he does but I’m not 100% sure whats the green cloth hanging around oh well super pretty

Ran has an AWESOME coat I LOVE IT and Kiku has huge sleeves I’m jelly also makes me think of a big bird

MC has a GREAT dress I want it, Akira finally has her casual sprite the outfit was seen before


Title: Λόγος
Summary: Bill Cipher and the Axolotl were simply never meant to see things eye to eye.
Characters: Bill Cipher, the Axolotl.
Rating: K

A/N: this is for @cipherpeaks. Thanks a lot for your donation, I hope you like it!


Bill knows nothing about him, and that annoys him to no end.

He’s supposed to know all about everyone; knowledge is his gimmick, along with power beyond imagination and a great taste in clothing and drinks. And the best sense of humor. And singing voice. And eyelashes.

Basically everything about him is great, really, but knowledge is supposed to be the thing he’s best at, what he has in spades. His eye is supposed to see into the most secret truths of the Multiverse and, for the most part, it is true. Yet, when he turns it to the Axolotl - the oh-so-great divine being everyone keeps going on about - he sees nothing. Nothing.

“What are you, you overgrown space salamander?”

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effleurermonamourgravel  asked:

Greaves x younger reader- possibly something about how the reader feels that she needs to live up to his level, so when she fails at something she has been trying to achieve for a long time, she breaks down and Graves fluffs us all up <3333

It’s finally done!! @effleurermonamourgravel I am SO SORRY this took so long, but the story turned out longer than I expected! I hope this story is what you were expecting, and that it’s not too bad!! 

So This Is Love (Percival Graves x Reader)

“Hey.” You felt a gentle shake. “You need to wake up now.” You mumbled something incoherent and turned your head, but the voice was persistent and it (maybe it was a he?) was now calling your name urgently, but it was still soft, and was that… was that amusement? Your eyes snapped open and your attention was caught by the weight on your shoulder, which turned out to be Percival Graves’ warm hand. His slightly amused gaze met your embarrassed one, and as he motioned for you to focus on the terribly boring meeting, you couldn’t help but notice how the slight crinkles at the edge of his dark eyes added to his attractiveness, to his charm. You noticed that his body was subtly angled so your sleeping form had gone unnoticed by everyone else in the room, something you were extremely grateful for and you made a mental note to get him one of those apple pies he seemed to love.

When the meeting was finally over, you made a beeline to the door, hoping to escape any questioning or beratement about why you chose what was perhaps the most important meeting of your fledgling career to fall asleep. You cringed however, when you felt a light tap on your shoulders, and hanging your head, you immediately followed your boss to his office, praying to the gods that you weren’t about to be fired. Because that would suck. A lot.

The heavy oak door closed behind you with a thud that sounded disapproving, and you shifted uncomfortably while you waited for whatever scolding you were sure you were about to receive from Mr Graves. Bracing yourself, you were surprised when a cup of hot cocoa was placed on his desk in front of you. You cocked your head confusedly at the director who sat down comfortably, sipping on his own cup of cocoa. Gesturing for you to sit, you did as he asked, and he scrutinised you, though not unkindly. It was silent in his office for a while, and you sipped tentatively at your hot drink, unwittingly letting out a quiet moan because it was just so good. You peeked over the rim of the cup to see Mr Graves with a slight smirk on his lips as he watched you enjoy the cocoa and you reddened, which just made his smirk grow.

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Breakfast Talks

a/n: hope you guys like this! feedback is appreciated and requests are open :-)

word count: 1.2k+

summary: you and josh cook breakfast and talk about your future together.

“Starting without me, hm?”

You start when you hear your boyfriend’s voice, not having expected him to wake up for another hour or so, and reply, “I was planning on bringing you breakfast in bed. Are you sure you got enough sleep? You didn’t even come home until a few hours ago.”

“I’m alright, hon,” Josh assures you, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “What’re we making this morning?” He nuzzles your neck with his nose, planting a small kiss on the top of your shoulder.

“Caramel apple french toast,” you supply with a smile. “Mind getting the vanilla out?” Josh detaches himself from you with a playful pout and you bend down to retrieve a mixing bowl from a cupboard beneath you.

“The recipe is right here. Can you start on the apples?” you ask once he’s given you the needed ingredient, handing him the piece of paper.

“Sure thing, babe,” Josh agrees, and inspects the recipe for a moment before pulling out a cutting board and a frying pan. He gets to work cutting up an apple while you mix together the batter for your meal. You and Josh’ve been doing this - cooking breakfast together every Sunday morning - since the beginning of your relationship, and even when you’ve been so angry you can’t look at each other or so exhausted that you can barely keep your eyes open you’ve spent the morning in the kitchen together, making memories over a new recipe and a carton of eggs. Many an argument’s been resolved in this kitchen, along with inside jokes made, hugs and kisses shared, even tears shed (it’d been a long week and you’d had little to no sleep for days - you’d dozed off while watching the pancakes cook and had jerked awake to the smell of burnt batter, causing you to spiral into a meltdown Josh had had to put a stop to). You’ve come to cherish this time with your boyfriend - with your busy schedules, you being a full-time student and Josh working hard on growing his YouTube channel, it’s nice to have an hour or two set aside for you to be together. You glance at Josh, noticing the angle of his shoulder blades and the smooth surface of his bare chest, the reddish-brown scruff he’s sporting, his black plaid pajama pants cuffed at the ankles. He looks so handsome, so safe and warm and homey and you’re reminded of how lucky you are to have him.

“Hey, am I doing this right?” his voice slices like butter through the comfortable silence you two have assumed, and you jump a bit before joining him at the cooktop. The apples he cut earlier are now caramelizing in the pan, butter sizzling alongside them. “Are they supposed to turn brown or something?”

“Just a bit,” you answer him, grabbing a fork and poking at one of the apple slices. “They’re soft - I think they’re fine.” You pass him the ingredients he’ll need and go back to whisking up your batter, once it’s finished pulling out a few slices of brioche.

“So how was class this week?” Josh wonders, leaning against the island behind him. “Get that group project done?” “It was a mess, but yeah,” you reply. “I’ve got another twenty thousand papers to write this week, though. I was hoping to start on a few after we eat.” You grab a new pan and turn on the burner underneath it, waiting for it to heat up as you ask, “Do you have your video for this week edited?”

“I’m almost done with it,” Josh affirms, turning to look at the recipe before taking his pan off the heat. “I think it’ll go over well. Are we still planning for you to be in next week’s video?”

“Yep, I think so,” you agree, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Have you got a plan for it yet?” You look over at your boyfriend when you don’t receive an answer and find him staring at you, a soft smile on his lips. “What?” you blush.

“Nothing,” Josh smiles. “I just feel like I don’t see you enough during the week, and I’m really glad we have this time to spend together. And you look really cute in that shirt.” Your cheeks are warm and you’re sure you’re red as a tomato, but you pad over to your boyfriend to give him an appreciative hug.

“I feel the same,” you giggle, “on all counts. I have great taste in clothing, don’t I?” Josh chuckles at you and runs a hand through your hair, following up with a peck to your hairline.

“I don’t know about that,” he smirks, and you move to playfully smack his arm but he slips out of your reach and reminds you, “We have to finish breakfast.” You give him a look, but return to your place in front of the stove, dunking the bread slices in batter and plopping them down in the pan. For a minute or so, the kitchen is filled with the sound of sizzling; Josh stands behind you, his arms looped loosely around your waist, his cheek resting against the top of your head.

“Will we keep doing this when we have kids?” Josh wonders as you lean forward to flip the bread in its pan. You cough once, twice, then a third time in shock; kids? You and Josh have talked about a future together, but haven’t discussed anything involving children.

“Um,” you start carefully. “Well, I’m not sure. We haven’t really talked about children yet.” At a murmur of agreement from your boyfriend, you stumble on, “Um, well, if we were to have kids, then, uh, I would hope so.”

“Good! Me, too,” Josh says, and elaborates, “I can see us with, like, five kids in our kitchen with finger paintings hung on the fridge and a complete mess on the countertops, and there would be music playing and everybody would be singing along and decorating pancakes or whatever we’d be making, and then we’d eat together and hear about the kids’ schoolwork and which of their friends are pissing them off and what sports or activities they want to be in…” he trails off, lost in thought, but picks up a moment later, “And we’d tell them stories about us when we were younger and probably gross them out, but they’d get over it because we’d be the cutest parents.” He kisses your temple and waits for your response.

“Five kids? Josh, no,” you frown. “Two, maybe. Three is where I draw the line.” You can feel him pouting against the top of your head and laugh. “But that sounds really nice,” you add. And it does; you can imagine the exact scenario Josh just rambled on about, and the idea of it warms your heart.

So as the two of you finish cooking, you run the scene over in your head, adding details: at least one of the kids will have Josh’s fiery red hair, and most likely his freckles. Another will have your eyes, maybe your nose, maybe your smile. You don’t know - Josh doesn’t either. But the possibility of a future similar to the life you’re living at present is a future you look forward to with him at your side.

My opinion on the signs, ranked from who I get along with the best to not at all

1. Taurus - Simply the best, hands down. Head and shoulders above everyone else. Determination, extreme focus and goal attainment are all part of this sign’s personality. Once a Taurus sets his/her mind to doing something, there is nothing in the universe that can stop them. They will pursue their identified goal until it is reached – even if this comes at great personal sacrifice (health, relationships, etc). They’re determined, stable, they prefer simplicity, and they’re goal driven They have a thing for beauty. Creative and talented. They don’t complain and they’re not precious or delicate. The women generally are good with finances, independent, intelligent, and have an undeniable but reserved earthy femininity and sensuality. Definitely much more a fan of the males than the females, though. The men are my kryptonite. My thirst is real for Taurus men. The men are very protective of me and strong. Generally don’t like to start or have arguments. Equanimous. Sexy as hell. Tough, hard-hearted, extremely helpful, forgiving. Don’t take them for granted. Don’t fuck with them. EVER. Protect at all costs. Logical. Stable. Steady as a rock…there’s just something about them that makes me feel safe and secure. No bullshit with them. Taurus guys are earthy, lusty, manly, sensual, affectionate, and ooze sexuality. They’re also charming, magnetic, independent, genuine, great listeners, sexy, charismatic. Taurus men tend to be gentle and tolerant of others, with a strong sense of honour and integrity. They’re honest, communicative (but not annoyingly so), expressive both verbally and physically. The men are emotionally and mentally stable and smart. They’re possessive but not jealous. They are also rather dominant but mostly in the bedroom. Taurus men are the epitome of what I find truly sexy in a man. They’re practical and have an above average level of common sense. They’re about action, not words, and I love that about them. You could throw anything at them and they’ll handle it with strength, intellect, and class. They’re kind-hearted, generous to those they care about, and extremely focused. They love deeply and completely and are highly successful in business and financial ventures. My best friend, a couple of my very very close friends as well as my father happen to be Taureans. They really make me feel special, so seriously thanks to all the Taurus men for being who they are. Lovely, lovely guys. My favourite earth sign.

2. Aquarius - Cool, detached, aloof, and cerebral, just like me. The geniuses of the zodiac, by far. Visionaries. Impartial and original. Objective. Independent and individualistic. At peace with themselves. Weird. Frequently labeled “cold”, although I love it. Their adaptability and humanitarianism is admirable. They take all sorts of people as they are and I love this about them. Curious. Charismatic. God-complex. Unconventional. Loyal people. Open-minded. Rational. Not precious or delicate. Leaders. Some of the kindest people I know. Its not a smothering kind that freaks one out,its a pure, no silly intention type of kindness that is so soft, but still leaves a mark. And to me, they’re easy to understand - they care, but they also want their own separate lives. It’s lovely. There’s an Aqua girl I used to work with; she’s a really smart girl and everything that comes out of her mouth is interesting and hilarious. Although I liked her, it was usually from a distance because I could never tell if she really liked me as a potential friend. Yet there were times when I was the indirect target (by a Leo) in our meetings, and the Aqua always came by and subtly let me know in various ways that she cared. It was weird, but it was like she never wanted me to feel alone or bad, and I always appreciated that. It’s like we can’t say more than a few words to one another without quickly going back into our “own” space, and I’m thinking that’s maybe because we possibly felt our individuality would be threatened in some way if we got too close, and also maybe we retreated because we both were/are sensitive to the other, but we supported each other on a deeper and more emotional level. It’s hard to explain, but yeah, that’s been my experience. My older brother, whom I love more than anything, is one. More than a few of my favourite associates are Aquarians. What’s not to like? Hands down my favourite air sign.

3. Capricorn - They’re the hardest workers, they have high standards, and they’re pretty engaging; extremely intelligent and have an interesting way of drawing you in. Regal. Never loses their cool unless there’s a valid reason. Witty. I’m totally in love with their ambition. Have been labelled as “mean” or “loners”, but I have a general respect for them, even if I don’t like some of them. Quiet leaders. Untrusting like me. Also equanimous. Patient and calm. They’re bosses. Thinks in advance. Not to be fucked with. Doesn’t let get things get under their skin, very classy and tough like that. Sensible. Pragmatic and practical, but also can be a bit fanciful. The females are very feminine and have great taste in clothing. The men are in control and more often than not, CEOs. The men also make me feel so protected. Two very good friends are Caps. The Cap girls I know are really selective over their friends; they won’t talk to everyone for the sake of it…if they don’t like you or find you interesting then they probably won’t say a word to you or look at you. But they’re all funny, classy, and grounded and I love that. They possess winner’s minds; look at the late David Bowie: classic example of why Capricorns are the shit.

4. Sagittarius - You’re assholes, but you’re my kind of assholes; you’re blunt, you don’t sugar-coat the truth and you people are just brilliant. Absolutely hilarious. Funniest sign in the zodiac. Love having fun with them because their confidence is infectious and inspiring. Not gonna kiss your ass. Brutal. Insensitive. Sometimes downright inhumane. Sociable. Go-getters. They’re about their freedom and their power. It’s onward and upward with these folks and I respect that. Tends not to hold grudges (something I need to work on). They use their asshole-ism for good and for things that make sense (instead of evil and general bullshit like Scorpios do). Will speak their mind even (and especially) if it hurts your feelings. I love it. A couple of very good acquaintances are Sags. The only fire sign that I can stand.

5. Libra - Also protect at all costs. Love, love, love. Complete cinnamon rolls and are diplomatic, charming and fair. Tendency to be lookers. Great friends. Terrible flirts. Intellectual savages. Great personalities. Fun. Love getting guys with these ladies. When we choose to go out, we shut it down in a club and all eyes are on us. Also love how peaceful and easygoing they can be. Warrior’s mentality with a poet’s soul. They tend to be a doormat at times, tend to enjoy being volatile shit-starters on occasion (especially the females), and tend to be liars as well. Usually have good intentions. Indecisive, just like Pisces, but unlike Pisces, their indecisiveness is in a charming, yet slightly maddening way. More often than not, a pleasure to deal with. Another close friend and a few dear acquaintances are Libras. My kind of folks.

6. Gemini - Paraphrasing from Joni Mitchell’s song “Help Me”: “[They] love their lovin’/ But not like they love their freedom”…engaging and usually intelligent conversationalists. An ex-roommate is one. Charming, if not a bit fake, flighty, and two-faced. On the other hand, Stevie Nicks. Marilyn. Fetty Wap. I like that they keep things light and hate dealing with too much emotion, although their “lightness” tends to border on the superficial and shallow. Adventurous. Craves variety. Batshit crazy. Liars. Fucked up when drunk. The children of the zodiac, by far. I mean, bipolar creatures; their mood swings make them excellent case studies. Totally schizophrenic, they specialize in mind games and are the best players, hands down. Flaky. Thirsty as hell. Desperate for attention. These people have issues. Sociable and tend to be very popular for whatever reason. No slouches for sure, they’re definitely entertaining if nothing else.

7. Leo - They remind me of the famous line that Jareth said to Sarah in Labyrinth: “I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.” LOL. Overrated. Unconscionably selfish. Some of them are cool, but for the most part, I’m not impressed. A cousin that I used to be close with is one, we don’t really talk as much anymore, since I’ve outgrown her due, in part, to her tendency to be a bit jejune and silly as well as a drama queen. On the other hand, J. Lo. Jackie O. Kate Bush. They’re sexy, stylish and entertaining, but they’re just short-term/one-night stand material to me; they’re quite pretentious, have delusions of grandeur, and a bit sensitive for me (can’t take criticism, too dramatic, etc.) and as such, there’s nothing of real substance there with them. Tend to be liars. Animated and melodramatic (there’s a reason why most of the best actors are Leos)…they’re overgrown babies in the sense that they have a pathological need to have their asses kissed, they’re bossy, temperamental, and have a tendency to be arrogant and disrespectful (but don’t be this way to them, though, lmaooo). Very childish. Have a tendency to be something they’re not and truly believe that they’re more than what they actually are or ever will be, which is slightly amusing.

8. Scorpio - Ah, the sociopaths of the zodiac. I guess this would be my favourite water sign, if that’s possible. Not a fan of water signs in general, tbh…but out of all of them, you people are the only ones I can somewhat stand, for some strange reason. Probably because my mum is one, with whom I have a love-hate relationship (the only complicated relationship that I’m willing to have ever), as well as an ex-boyfriend. I’m a lot like them in the sense that there’s no room for ambiguity, either people hate you or they love you; regardless, you are who you are and that’s the way it is. As well as the fact that everything’s a state secret with them. However, if one wants brutal honesty, then like the good old Sags, these people are good for that, if nothing else. Opportunistic. Impossibly sexy. Bad to the bone. I’m a sucker for these men; most of the men I’ve “known”, whether we were in a relationship or not (including my current one) are Scorpios. Where we part ways: they (mainly the females, who are just unnecessary cunts, for the most part) are jealous, obsessive, love to be as negative as possible, have a crab-in-the-barrel mentality, and tend to be miserable and like making everyone else miserable as well. Tends to like having their asses kissed. Like all water signs, to me, life’s too short to really deal with them.

9. Cancer - Again, not a fan of water signs and Cancers are some of the reason why. A bit too moody, sensitive, temperamental, and clingy for my taste. Passive-aggressive. Possessive and needy. The females seem to be quite jealous of other females for some odd reason. The men tend to be kinda wishy-washy childish mama’s boys. Protective of those they love and care about, which is nice. Homebodies. Home. Like all water signs, they tend to think they’re billy badasses more than they are and their insecurity drives them to bully folks just to feel good about themselves, which is quite pathetic. These guys are crazy, but they have great music taste, good with money, and are kind of manipulative…the ones born in July tend to be temperamental as fuck. I’ve not gotten along with one ever (which is curious, since I am one), my associate’s boyfriend is one, and he’s a bitch; I have an older half-sister who’s one. To put it succinctly, we no longer speak. But, on the other hand, you guys tend to fly under the radar a bit, so I guess a scant few of them all are actually alright.

10. Virgo - Don’t really get the big deal about these people. I respect their propensity to be analytical, attention to detail and hard working natures, but other than that, you guys are completely irritating; a couple of colleagues are Virgos. They tend to be more sensitive than they like to let on (hence their moodiness), when jealous or self-conscious, they tend to act childish by getting angry and saying things they don’t mean. High maintenance. Self-serving. Also quite opportunistic. Martyr complex. Loves intellectual hair-splitting. Too much insecurity and bullshitting around with you all. Prides themselves on being harshly critical of everything and everyone, but if you tell them about their bullshit then they want to play victim and can’t handle it. People who can’t take their own medicine I don’t respect. Fussy and persnickety as hell; nitpicks everything and are often impossible to please and cowardly. They think the world should stop for them. Liars. Sneaky and shady as fuck. Doesn’t breathe unless it’s planned out thoroughly in advance. Tries too hard to be perfect and omnipotent. I’m sure OCD runs rampant in this sign as well. Control freaks, just like Scorpio. They will self-obsess over their imperfections (and are very quick to point out others’) and think they’re right all the time. Especially applies to those born in September.

11. Pisces -  Again, I truly don’t get the big deal about these people either. At all. Emotionally exhausting. Victim complex. Very artistic and musical, however. Creative. An ex-roommate and former friend are this sign. The main reason why water signs repel me. Evil as hell because they’re disasters who always project their own insecurities onto everyone. Like all water signs, they start drama and then expect you to feel sorry for them. Manipulative. They never take responsibility for their actions, and hide behind gullible people. Spineless. Feels the need to test people (like Scorpios and Aries) and be quarrelsome, then loves to turn around and play the victim (which they do exceptionally well), which is completely pathetic. Indecisive. Indirect. Adores getting offended, just like Virgos. Very passive-aggressive. Easily led. Disingenuous. Emotions/moodiness > logic. They live in a dream world, thinking everything revolves around them. They just annoy the crap out of me. Too co-dependent and (possibly due to low self-esteem) likes to suck the strength from others to validate themselves because they have none of their own. Tend to be harsh in order to overcompensate for how hypersensitive they actually are, which is exasperating. Tends to overreact and are way too emotional, reactive, and sensitive for me to deal with. February Pisceans = barely tolerable (I love you Rihanna); March Pisceans= pieces of shit.

12. Aries - Stay in your lane perhaps? Get some therapy maybe? These people see everything as a fight or an issue, and they need to chill. A boss and a couple of co-workers are this sign. Lack of foresight. Also reactive, loves confrontations just for the sake of having confrontations. Lives for being combative. Very ram-like. Fighters. Malcontents just like Scorpios and Virgos. One of the most ignorant signs.They tend to be outgoing and extroverted generally. I associate them with the colour orange or fluorescent yellow or some other grating colour. Very fast. Very bold. Courageous. Ultra-competitive. Energetic. Dynamic. Loud. Not one to mess with. Always has the need to be right. Downright rude and childish. When volatility, rage and anger is your default emotion (Leo, ARIES, SCORPIO), I dismiss it and completely have no respect for it, since that’s the way you are, so what’s to take personally, really; I have extreme distaste for grown-ass people that insist on acting their shoe size. Quit being so fucking aggressive and pushy all the time. It’s obnoxious.


Sugar babes are now, unfortunately, a dime a dozen. It’s still not completely publicly known but it’s gotten a lot more attention over the years through word of mouth. It’s position got promoted from prostitution and gold digger to companion and gold digger! Haha! It’s become something an individual may come to accept while it’s still taboo to the mass majority. Now you got sugar cubes runnin’ around thinkin’ they know what they’re doin’, and that they got it allllll figured out. 

Well good for them! Here’s a frickn’ gold-star sticker!

These days, it’s a little harder for SD’s to find the right SB’s, just like how it’s getting more difficult for us SB’s to find the right SD’s. The amount of salt and pepper has risen. The salty are cheap in all manners. The pepper…….well let’s just agree that they just don’t belong because they don’t know what the hell they’re doing.

Something to help you along the way to bring your best to the bowl. My advice? Be gold!

And I don’t mean consider yourself to be the prize of the picking, the top of the top, best thing since sliced bread. That’s kind of just shy of being full of yourself. Be confident and classy, not entitled and trashy.

Did you know that gold, unlike other metals, are always cool to the touch. Gold is relatively un-reactive and the temperature of gold becomes unaffected by body heat when touched. 

When discovered it was considered, and probably still is considered, to be the perfect metal. Precious, rare, un-reactive, and, of course, pretty and shiny!

1. Be rare!

You want to be like a travelling show that only comes into town every three years. Of course, invest in your looks because that’s what will allow you to have the foot in the door from day 1. But looks will only get a girl so far into the game. Makeup has made it possible for almost any girl to look like a hot piece but what makes a girl rare is looks and brains. You have to keep in mind, SD’s aren’t sniveling 20-something year olds, complaining about how their manager put them on a double shift. No, SD’s are more than likely, well-educated, well-mannered and well off individuals. They know how to invest and increase their value by triple in the next two years. They know how to work the room and have an intelligent conversation with business partners and strike a deal at the end. Looks just won’t cut it. Invest in your own intelligence and know about the world and current events. Don’t just learn what you’re studying in school, know it. Intelligence will make you out to be that rare girl who has a bangin’ body but has the sexiest mind.

2. Be precious!

Just as much as you want to invest in your intellect, invest in your attitude and personality. No SD is going to want a SB that is negative with a sailor’s mouth. You want to be a babe that an SD feels the urge to want to take care of and provide for. Be sweet like the sugar babe you are! Be optimistic, because that’s what an SD will probably want to look forward to when he’s with his SB. Be that warm and inviting light that SD’s will have no choice but to flock to, like a moth to a fire. Be understanding and kind, so that your SD finds comfort in your company. Another thing I feel like I have to point out to those that are learning to be sugars, or are currently trying to find an SD, is check yourself out emotionally. Be emotionally secure with yourself, be genuinely happy for who you are as a person. Have an appreciation for the things you have in your life. Being a sugar babe is not easy. When it comes to the nitty-gritty it can be very difficult. If you can’t handle an email that has gone three days without a response back, then I suggest you work on your emotional mentality first. An SD is not going to want to deal with an SB’s emotional outbursts or issues. Be confident and radiate it like the sun! When an SD sees how precious you are, he’ll handle you with proper care and won’t ever want to damage or affect your radiant personality.

3. Be beautiful!

Looks are important and when you’re in an SB/SD you have to strive to always look your best when you’re on a date or together anywhere with your SD. Don’t bake your face and create a cake of makeup. Strive to make your appearances look effortless and natural but striking. You want your beauty to emanate from within and just enhance your outside appearance. When I say, be beautiful, I don’t mean only your looks. Of course make sure you go with a beauty routine and invest in your skin and makeup, but also invest on how you carry yourself. Nothing in this world is ever dependent on only one thing. It takes two to tango! Like I said before, any girl can look pretty and beautiful with makeup, but match your elegance with your beauty. I see lots of girls who are just beautiful, pretty face, fit body and great taste in clothes, but they walk down the street like a hunched over old grandpa. Carry yourself like you’re a million bucks. Walk the walk and talk the talk. Walk like a lady, have straight posture and know how to use a fork and knife. Stand up straight, shoulders back and head held level. Your body is the main piece, not clothes and makeup. Clothes and makeup should be considered accessories to complement your body and yourself to present the best you, you can display. 

4. Be mysterious!

When you do the job right, a sugar babe will always continue to create an air of mystery about them that seems unending. Be a mystery that no amount of education and intelligence can crack. SD’s are usually men who get what they want all the time because they have the ability and the finances to obtain it. You want to be the one thing that an SD can never obtain no matter what. You can let him look at you, feel you, and know you, but never let him have you. Golden Rule: Never break Alice’s looking glass. Don’t destroy the fantasy. Some examples of destroying the fantasy would be burping in front of your SD, slumping into a bad posture or wear sweatpants to a date and think you’ve been with one another long enough to be comfortable like this. This is not like a traditional relationship where you can get comfortable with one another and think that your flaws should be accepted by your SD because you’ve been together for a whole year. Once you break it, you can never go back and soon both you and your SD will fall back into reality and we all know reality bites. This is something that I feel every SB has to figure out on their own though because mystery can’t be explained. 

5. Be GOLD!

Be yourself! Gold is unique and special and you are too! Bring out that weird something that makes you different from the rest. Everybody has something within themselves that make them unique. Don’t think that you are better than all the rest of the sugars out there because in the sugar bowl we must support one another and we should strive to create a positive outlook for others looking in. Every babe has a little something extra that other babes can’t do. Show that little something to your SD and it’ll make you seem like one of a kind that he just can’t be without in his SB. Just like being mysterious, I can’t help you babes with this one either. Every babe should find out where their gold is within themselves and show it to the world! 

I hope this has helped out some of you girls out there! Sometimes it’s the little things that matter the most, so keep with these fundamentals of a sugar baby and you’ll be golden and hopefully on your way to meeting a great SD! 

Ciao babes!

Reasons you should watch take my wife

-it’s absolutely hilarious
-it has lesbians in it
-that don’t die
-and are played by a real life married couple
-representation for butch and androgynous lesbians you can’t normally see on tv
-serious but good discussion about rape jokes and sexual assault
-rhea and Cameron have really great taste in clothes
-and amazing hair

The first episode is on YouTube for free and in the US you can watch the rest of he season on SeeSo, use the code TAKEMYWIFE to get two months free. And then someone please put it online for free so the rest of us can see the whole thing.

Best Friend Series; Joshua/Jisoo

- you met joshua in high school
- you were having a really bad day; you got a bad grade on your exam, felt like you failed the one you just took, forgot your lunch at home and the person you liked started going out with someone who’s not you
- you just wanted to be alone so you decided to spend lunch period on the roof of the school
- you get there and you’re so glad that it’s empty because you could feel the tears forming in your eyes and you didn’t want anyone to see you crying
- while you were crying, you didn’t even hear the sound of the roof’s door open
- you suddenly feel someone’s hand on your shoulder and when you look up you see a boy with a concerned look on his face
- he asks you “are you all right?”
- you wipe away your tears and say “i’m fine, i’m just having a bad day. thanks for asking though.”
- the boy sits next to you and says “you can tell me about it if you want”
- you’re just like dude i don’t even know you but you’re sad and might as well just tell him about it, not like you’re ever going to talk to him again right
- so you tell him everything and he listens attentively and when you get to the part about you forgetting your lunch he says “oh hold on” and reaches into his backpack
- he then takes out some sweet bread and holds it out to you saying “eat this since you didn’t get to eat lunch”
- you’re like “oh no!! it’s your lunch, i’m fine really” but joshua doesn’t take no for an answer and he just puts them in your hands with a smile on his face
- you say “oh… thank you” and he says with a smile “it’s nothing. i’m joshua btw. or jisoo if you prefer.” you tell him your name and after that, the bell rings signaling that class is going to start in like ten mins so joshua gets up
- he says “i hope you feel better” and you watch him leave with a grin on your face because you’re like WOW WHAT A GENTLEMAN
- after this you start bumping into him randomly like sometimes you see each other at the school cafeteria or during afterschool club activities or at sports events
- it was a friendly stranger kind of relationship but one day while you were walking home, someone taps your shoulder and when you turn around, you see joshua
- he’s like “hey!! it’s been a while since we talked” and you’re like “oh hey!! are you going this way too??” and he’s like “well yeah lol” and you’re like “well OF COURSE I’M SO STUPID”
- you guys somehow always manage to catch each other every day after school and it turns into some kind of routine where you both walk home together
- during lunch, you guys arranged to meet up every friday so like you guys eat with your regular friends on all the other days but on fridays it’s just you two
- but that didn’t last very long lmao you guys end up eating on the roof together every day but when it’s raining or snowing you guys eat in some empty classroom
- your friends don’t mind at all because they’re good noodles
- eventually you guys become really close and BAM BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE
- joshua’s the kindest person you’ve ever met and it’s kind of intimidating tbh
- your biggest fear is disappointing him
- makes puns whenever he gets the chance and you’re like shut the hell up
- “language”
- is a huge anime fan and always forces you to watch a few episodes with him whenever you come over. he probably loves studio ghibli and mamoru hosoda movies and you guys never get sick of watching them over and over and over
- doesn’t shut up about his favorite characters and cries at sad scenes no matter how many times he’s watched them
- always makes anime references and you’re like please stop
- you call him “shua” when you’re excited (or when you want something lmao), “jisoo” when you’re mad and “joshua” when you’re normal
- always knows what to get you for your birthday like you don’t even need to tell him he probably already pre-ordered it
- joshua doesn’t like making a huge deal about his birthday because he gets embarrassed from the attention. he’s perfectly fine just eating ice cream on a roof with you under the stars or while watching the sunset
- spoils you way too much and you’re like JOSHUA STOP but he loves you a lot so he never listens
- plays the guitar for you whenever you ask him to and probably wouldn’t mind singing to you until he lost his voice
- remembers every single thing you tell him and you’re just like how
- midnight convenience store trips because he’s always craving ramyeon
- joshua likes to take pictures of everything, so your phones are full of selfies, candid shots of each other, food you ate together or views you went to see together
- likes walks on the beach but every time you go together, he pushes you into the water
- you retaliate by pushing him into the water as well and by the end of the day you’re both soaking wet
- he’s your first choice as a date when there’s a wedding or special occasion to go to and you’re his
- has great taste in clothes so you’re always dragging him to go shopping with you
- probably chose/bought you all the clothes in your wardrobe
- calls you every day. they’re quick calls like “have you eaten yet?” and “are you feeling better?” but they still make your day
- deep talks in the middle of the night during sleepovers
- you guys always eat chicken together when you’re tired or sad because in joshua’s words “it’ll heal your hearts”
- doesn’t swear, instead he says those kid-friendly substitutes like “oh poop” and “holy moly” lmao
- probably cried every day when you went on vacation for a week
- joshua loves you very much and isn’t shy when it comes to expressing his love for you
- he never lets you forget it
- “(name) i love you!!”
- “joshua how could you say that without getting embarrassed”
- (eye smile)

anonymous asked:

For fairy tale suggestions, Gladio and prompto as fox and the hound? Becoming friends and not understanding why they're supposed to be enemies (although I suppose this could be Pocahontas too). Or goldilocks prompto stealing from three 'bears' ;)

Prompto and the three bears! (This came before I said no more Prompto centric ones, I haven’t broken my own mandate.)

Again, straightforward, Prompto is lost in the woods, starving, cold, wet from a storm, stumbles across and then into a cozy looming cabin. He finds food (three different dishes, whoever cooks here is pretty impressive, one is too sweet for him, the other too salty, but the last one is perfectly balanced between meat, starch, and veg and tastes great. So he eats it.) Warm dry clothes (But one set is far too big, the second not at all his style and too big, but the third is just right. The pajama pants have fucking chocobos on them!) And beds waiting to be slept in. (Except one of the rooms is messy and has a weird creepy looking crystal in one corner? And the other is ‘neat’ But the bed is covered in scrolls and books and clothes that need mending and are those daggers? But the third is cozy and warm, the bed soft and worn with sheets that feel like heaven.) He resolves to thank and pay whoever lives there when they come back and hope they understand the situation (he’s not a total heathen, you know?)

But what he awakens to is three mildly annoyed daemon hunters who’d been out clearing out the woods and came back to find their food eaten, their shower used, clothes worn, and bed slept in. They’re gonna need some serious compensation.

The big one points out that Prompto is pretty cute.

The medium sized one chimes in with “And he seems very eager to try out all of our things.”

And the little one grins. “I can think of three things he can try out” (The big one rolls his eyes at that awful line but, also, agrees.)


“(Y/n), meet my mother. Rowena” Crowley said gesturing to the woman that stood before you.

“Mom, meet (Y/n). My daughter” he gestured back to you and you smiled widely.

“Very nice to meet you, Miss” you extended your hand.

“Very nice to meet you too, dear” she smiled sweetly and you heard your father scoff, rolling his eyes.

You shoot him a look “Dad” you hissed at him.

“If I may, I think that you have a great taste in clothes” you said truthfully and she smiled.

“Do you, dear?” she asked and you nodded with a big smile.

“Yes, and believe me when I say that it is hard to believe that you are actually my grandmother. You seem so young to be that” you said honestly.

“My my, you, dear, are such a smart and beautiful girl” she said with a wide smile, putting a hand on top of her heart.

“Not that my beauty can compare to yours” you said with a shy smile and she chuckled.

“Oh my, dear, why thank you!” she said and then turned to look at your father.

“Such an interesting personality and unique beauty. Crowley, are you sure she is you daughter?” she asked him with a smirk and you could help but snicker.

“Yes, mother. She is.” he said pursing his lips into a fake smile.

[Request by Anon]

One of my favorite summer dresses.  Like many of my favorites, I saw a girl wearing one of these one day and just knew I had to get one for myself. I didn’t know her, but her great taste in clothing made an impression on me.

 ‘I have always depended on the stylishness of strangers’  (Blanche DuBois, ‘Streetcar Named Desire’)

Inserted (Chato Santana)

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request: Imagine Chato developing a crush on you. Just imagine all the glances, stares, and smiles at you. And when you sit next to him at the bar.


Could you please do an Imagine of El Diablo when he meets you for the first time in the yard, with all the bad guys? Please and thank you

requested by: anon

tagging: @aya-fay

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