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Small tips that make a (healthier) difference

Hey you! I dare you to try your best to follow this checklist tomorrow! But hey! Not so fast. Why not try it again the next day (and every day after that)? Sometimes it’s the smaller changes that can in fact help improve our health and wellbeing, especially when we think we’re short of time. School stressing you out? Everything is going to be ok. Try a few little things here. Tick everything off that you completed! Tell me how it goes for you!

This was a spontaneous post and I’ve found that I’ve been making errors in my posts recently! Plz correct me bc I am an egg. Hope u like it anyway.


Morning:

  • Wake up as soon as you do naturally or when your alarm goes off. Make your bed! Open the blinds!
  • Get out of bed and s t r e t c h – all the way from the very tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. (Trust me, this feels good)
  • Set your intention for the day. This might be weird for some, but try it. Example: Today I will be productive. I will be focused on my tasks and I will take the time to relax when needed. It doesn’t have to be as complicated – Example 2: I can do this. Remind yourself again.
  • Eat breakfast. A MUST. Try my favourite: eggs (poached, scrambled or fried) on toast with avocado or baked beans. Yes. We are on a roll today.
  • Drink one full glass of water within the hour of waking (don’t down it all in one go though!).
    • Add 1/8 of a lemon to this. Lemon is great to alkalise the body and getting that digestive system of yours goin! This will flush out toxins in the body and support your immune system too!
      • Side note: Wait half an hour before brushing your teeth after this (or maybe do it before) because lemons are acidic after all and can probably do some damage to your shiny whites.
  • Try having a water bottle by your bedside and beside you throughout the day as a constant reminder to drink water as you see it. Trust me, this has helped improve my water intake a lot.
  • Organise your day. What are your plans? What are of priority and what are not? Try brain dumping this, and then organising each task/item into a list, categorised in importance. This will help decrease stress throughout the day and easy referral back to this list.
  • Dress in some lovely clothes! Your fave sweater and some cool black tights? 100%!! What about that pretty skirt you like with a nice top? HECK YEAH!!!

Midday:

  • Lunchtime! Eat again. Wholesome foods are an absolute must whenever you can.
  • Aim for 3-4 cups of water by lunchtime (inclusive of the glass of lemon water you had this morning).
  • Remember that intention you set this morning? Say it again.
  • Throw a compliment at someone. Be genuine. This will have a butterfly effect. If someone throws one at you to – don’t disagree! Say thank you. You rock, don’t doubt that.
  • Are there any ticks beside those tasks on your checklist from this morning? I hope so!
  • Throw in a random burst of exercise! In public too – who cares! Pick one of these: 50 starjumps! 3 sets of 10 squats! A quick walk around outdoors!

Arvo (/Afternoon… Straya):

  • Hit that 3pm slump? Same. Here are a few ideas to get you going, especially coming home from a long day:
    • NAP! 15-20 mins. No longer. No less. Be strict here or your sleep pattern might go funny and we don’t want that. (And groggy headaches are gross)
    • Exercise! This is so fundamental to our health and wellbeing. Try out short pilates videos (no equipment) here (that as living proof, work) or some really cool yoga videos here, here, and here. Yoga is great. Try this daily. Or take a brisk walk for 30 minutes  = wake up your brain, pick up your mood AND burn some fat. C’mon, go get your shoes!
    • Have a healthy snack, such as those listed in this great post by @tbhstudying. Get your brain and bod going, my friends!
  • Write down your to do list for any work, study or event related things that you need to complete this afternoon. Set out all your equipment, sort out your papers from the day and get organised!
  • Clear your (bedroom/bed/desk/floor/work/closet) space for 5 minutes every day. I’m guessing that you’ve started to pile a few things here like I do. This will save you time and help maintain cleanliness, staving away from the complicated stress that comes from having to reorganise just about everything which we all know to hate when we’re busy with other things.
  • Have you had your 5th and 6th cups of water of the day yet? Get to it!
  • Sit up straighter and you’ll look more confident and feel more confident. Your back will also be very grateful for this.

Night:

  • Continue all your extra to-dos. Get this done. You can do it!
  • Make sure to put something in your body guys. I’m talking food here by the way… don’t let that sentence mislead you! This is especially important for those of you probably thinking “I’ll just eat later” or “I’m not hungry”.  Eat. EAT NOW. PleASE.
  • Spend some quality time with your family. How’s their day been? Tell them about yours too.
  • Glasses of water No. 7, 8 and beyond should be here.
  • Prep your meals, lists, notes, outfits, etc. for the next day. Getting these things sorted now will help you get it out of the way and save you time!
  • Settle down a little. It’s time to wiiiind doooooooownnn. Read a book. Scroll through Tumblr (aaayeee!) – but not too deep into the pits okay guys. Watch a little TV.
  • I know a lot of posts say to switch off 1-2 hours before bed. If you’re literally glued to your electronics, try switching off 5 minutes earlier every day and replace that with something else. What about doing your prep items for the next day (listed two points back!!)? Or, do get those pesky chores out the way.
    • Side note: Cleaning your room often will help freshen it, get rid of itchy dust and decrease the chances of bugs and other smol random things to crawl around your room. (If that’s not a little motivation then I’m not sure what is…). It’ll also keep your space maintained so you don’t have to do it all at once. *Shudders* Plus the likelihood of those gross germs from the world hanging around and building up in there is a no-no.
  • Sleep! 7-8 hours. Your body will thank you for it. CRUCIAL for healthy brain and body function. Plus your mood and skin will improve (i.e. gOODBYE EYEBAGS and hELLO GLOWING SKIN).
    • Side note: I see you reading this at 12am when you should be sleeping. I see you.

I hope this has helped you guys a little or at least inspired you to make a small change to your daily routine! Try doing a few items here (e.g. glass of lemon water, sitting up straighter, 8+ cups of water) and record this on a habit tracker! The smallest changes often have the greatest effects!

Don’t forget to let me know how you go.

Kalyisah (@studywithkal)

Reaper: Chapter Two

His hand was warm.

Isa pulled me to my feet. “Just a second,” he said, scanning the area.

I didn’t feel dead. I could feel the wind on my skin and my heart hammering in my chest. My hands were trembling with adrenaline. That had to be a good sign.

“Kat,” Isa said, startling me. I had been staring at my hands so intently that I hadn’t noticed he was holding out his hand to me again.

“I’m not dead,” I informed him a bit giddily, taking his hand again.

Isa didn’t smile, but the corners of his eyes crinkled. “This way,” he said, pointing with his free hand. I looked, but he seemed to be pointing towards thin air.

He led me away from the broken highway and my silver car, wading through the faded brown grass. After about twenty yards he stopped and turned to me.

“I need you to think of a place,” he said, “Any place.”

My mind went blank. “Any place?”

“Anywhere. Visualize it in your mind. Got it?” I hesitated before nodding. “Good. Now we’re going to take one more step together.”

I looked at the grass before us. It didn’t look any different from any other patch of grass we’d passed. I drew a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“And go.”

As we stepped forward together, the air went…soft. Like a deep, thick mattress. Like holding an overripe peach in your hands and slowly pressing in your thumbs, letting them sink into it. Not hot or cold or anything like that. Just soft.

Less than a moment passed before the softness was gone; I didn’t even have time to blink. We were still standing in the grass by the highway. I could see my car close by and the mountains looming in the distance. But the edges of the mountains were vague and unclear, and the light that filtered through the clouds was tinted red, almost as though it was shining through rose-colored glass. More telling was the quiet. The wind had disappeared, and the grass was silent and still.

“You know,” Isa commented, “I think people usually choose somewhere other than the place they’re currently standing.”

“I panicked,” I responded, taking in everything around me, “Which seems to be my basic state of existence at this point.”

Unlike everything else, Isa seemed more real than ever. The basics were still the same: pale, ashy skin stretched tight over his body, white hair, and jet black eyes set deep in their sockets. His fingers and limbs were overly long for his body, and he was wearing a black hooded coat with loose sleeves, grey pants, boots, and a t-shirt with a vintage ad for spam.

However, his skin lacked the translucent quality it usually had, and his shadow -

“You have a shadow,” I blurted out, “You have a - the grass. You’re actually crushing down the grass.” I knelt down and confirmed for myself that yes, the grass could be pressed down, and then I turned around and thrust out my hand. The softness was waiting just feet behind me. “Where are we?”

“This is an inbetween place,” he replied, watching as I shuffled a few feet to the side and stuck out my hand again, “We needed somewhere safe to talk.”

I pulled my hand from the softness and tried again. “And the deserted highway wasn’t cutting it?”

Isa pressed his lips together. “It’s not humans that I’m worried about overhearing us.”

I paused mid thrust. “Oh.” The fear which had almost been forgotten in my wonder flared up.

“Here,” Isa said, and he took my hand again, leading me around whatever invisible portal we had passed through. Almost mindlessly I walked towards the car.

“Are we safe here, then?”

He shrugged. “Should be. I don’t think I was followed - there’s no good reason anyone would, really, I’m not a major player. But it’s not wise to talk about these things in the open on principle.”

We reached the car, and I stretched out my hand to touch it. It was solid under my fingers, but the numbers on the license plate were scrambled, changing every time I blinked. 

Isa stopped me as I went to open the driver’s side door.

"I just wanted to see if it would start,” I said.

Isa shook his head. “It might, but it’s not wise to go through any doors here. There’s no telling where you might end up.”

A little disappointed, I perched on the trunk instead, pulling up my legs and wrapping my arms around them. Isa stood before me, hands shoved in his pockets.

“So…” I started, Isa looking at me expectantly, “Are you an angel?”

Isa burst out laughing. It was an odd sound, out of place in the unnatural silence of the inbetween.

“No, and I wouldn’t let an angel hear you say that if I were you. Actually, it would probably be fine; most angels I’ve met are quite nice. But trust me, if you ever meet an angel, you’ll know it. People tend to fall over when they show up.”

“Okay, not an angel.” There went half the theories I’d ever read. “Then what are you? And don’t say a reaper.”

“I never really liked that name anyway,” he replied. He kicked the ground for a moment, thinking. “I’m the guardian of your soul. I’ve been with you since your soul first joined your body. I will ensure no one touches it until your life is complete.”

“…And when my life is complete?”

“I take your soul,” he answered nonchalantly, “ - Kat?”

I rolled off the car, running into the field, running towards the softness.

Maybe he wasn’t an angel after all. But there were other theories about the reapers.

“Kat?” he called after me, “I’m not taking your soul here and now.”

I stumbled to a stop in a panic. The grass all looked the same. Whatever gateway we’d walked through wasn’t marked by any kind of visual cue. I was effectively trapped.

“Maybe you’re not taking it now,” I said as I turned, arms tight by my sides, hands clenched, “but you’re going to.”

Isa walked towards me slowly, “That probably wasn’t the best way for me to phrase that.” I shrank away from him instinctively, and he sighed. “This would be easier if I was an angel. They’re good at explaining things. Can I try again?”

He waited until I nodded hesitantly.

“I’m the guardian of your soul. I was bound to you the moment your soul entered your body. While you live, I’ll protect your soul from harm. When your days are complete, I’ll carry your soul to its rest. I’m not going to kill you, consume your soul, drain your life force, steal your corporeal form,  keep you in a tortured disembodied state devoid of all sensation, or anything else of that kind.”

I stared at him. “That’s…really specific.”

“But you’re not running this time,” Isa noted.

“If you’re lying, I’m screwed anyway,” I retorted.

“Ah.” Isa’s body seemed to droop ever so slightly. “I liked it better when you just trusted me.”

“And I liked it better when I wasn’t afraid I was going crazy,” I snapped. I shut my eyes and paused, willing myself to breath deeply. “I’m tired. I’m stressed and exhausted and I have no clue what’s going on. You disappeared for two weeks and I didn’t even know reapers could do that, and now you’re talking and you touched me and I’m somehow not dead and we’re in a freaking alternate dimension or something and it’s just a bit much.”

“I didn’t intend to let things get this out of hand,” Isa admitted, “I only thought I’d be gone for a few hours at most.”

Finally, the question that had been burning in my chest for weeks. “What happened? Why did you leave?”

“There was a reaper who needed help. He and his human were being targeted, and they weren’t going to make it.”

“Are they okay?”

His face brightened a bit. “They are. The woman died and he was able to deliver her soul safely.”

“Your definition of a happy ending and mine are a little different,” I muttered, “What did they need protection from?”

Isa looked grim. “There are many beings who would want to misuse a human soul,” he said softly, “And there are others who would like nothing more than to see a reaper give into the temptation to take advantage of their charge. Some of these were attacking this reaper in the hope of either claiming the soul for themselves or, if nothing else, forcing the reaper into a position where he drew on the soul for power. I thought they’d back off once I came to his aid, but they fought until the end.”

Behind Isa’s shoulder, I saw something like a dark smudge on the horizon where the mountains met the sky. A horrible sense of wrongness settled in my gut.

“I didn’t mean to leave you for so long,” he continued, “And it shouldn’t -”

“Isa,” I interrupted, pointing urgently, “There’s something here.”

Isa turned to look. The smudge was getting larger. “No,” he said, “No no no no!” He grabbed my hand.

“We need to move now!” He took off across the field, dragging me behind him. We passed through the softness and the world shifted, the rosy light turning grey. We sprinted back to my car.

I looked back towards the mountains. I couldn’t see anything.

“Get in the car,” Isa ordered, and I hurried to do so. After buckling myself in, I looked up to see Isa pull out a gun.

“Drive home as fast as you can,” he said, ignoring my shock, “And don’t stop until I say so.” With that, he swung himself onto the roof of my car.

I turned on the car and made a U-turn, pressing the pedal to the floor. A minute later gun shots rang out, and I looked into the mirror to see something burst through the portal and hurtle down the broken highway in pursuit.

signs as dumb YA novel clichés

Aries: The Chosen One~ “This wasn’t how my life was supposed to go. When I turned 18, I wasn’t expecting to be thrust into the Underworld. I was gonna go to college, be a normal student and rush Sigma Phi Chiapet my sophomore year. But everything is different now. The prophecy has spoken and I’m going to go through a training montage and become really badass really quickly even though I was against being the chosen one in the first place but now I have a black belt after a month of punching bags of sand and now I’m ready to save the world. And guess what. At the end of the book…………. I save the world.”

Taurus: The “you don’t know think you’re beautiful until a boy tells you so / not like the other girls” average looking protagonist~ “Hi. My name is Tookiewisp Flowerspark. I’ve got mousy brown hair and bright brown eyes. I’m tall and thin and I don’t have boobs yet. I love to wear my worn out high top converse and skinny jeans. Maybe if I wore a dress, boys my age would notice me. But to be honest, I’m just not into girly stuff like most other girls are. You could say I’m different.”

Gemini: Crush throughout the entire novel turns out to be an asshole~ “He’d never notice a girl like me. He doesn’t even know my name!’ *sudden makeover transformation where she takes her hair out of a ponytail and takes off her glasses* Boy: ‘Wow, Winteria Snow. I never realized how pretty you were until you put on makeup and put in some contacts. Will you be my girlfriend?’”

Cancer: Instant love~ “That’s when a saw her, walking down the street. She was coming my way. Her hair blew in the wind like a majestic mane of gold. The way she walked made my heart skip a beat. I started sweating and I couldn’t stop my heart from racing. I stared at her as she walked past and I tried to say hello, but my words came out in a jumble. She gave me a weird look and walked away. It was at that moment that I knew I had fallen in love and found my soulmate. Also, by the end of this book she falls in love with me even though I basically obsessively stalk her throughout the entire novel and have no redeeming qualities.”

Leo: The Queen Bee~ “That’s Brooke Richardsworth. She’s the coolest, most popular girl in school. She’s got long, straight blonde hair and wears pink skirts, pink cardigans and pink headbands. Those are her two slightly less attractive friends, Chelsea and Paige. Brooke is also dating my crush. We used to be friends, but ever since I accidentally spilled my chocolate milk on her back in the third grade, she’s done everything she can to make my life miserable.”

Virgo: Problematic parents~ “My parents recently got divorced, so now on the weekends I hang out with my dad, and during the week I hang out with my mom. It gets pretty tiring going back and forth after a while, but every other Saturday my dad (who is also a professor at a university) takes me camping and we roast hotdogs over a campfire which really makes up for it. Recently though, he’s been hanging around a new young blonde woman named Tamara Blake. He’s been spending all of his time with her. We haven’t even gone camping since they met!”

Libra: The improbable love triangle~ “What am I going to do? I have two boys who just got into a fight at school because they both are in love with me, average annoying weird superiority complex girl. On one hand, there’s Jackson- the brooding bad boy who wears leather jackets and rides motorcycles and treats me like garbage when he’s in a grumpy mood. Then on the other hand, there’s Theodore- the quiet sensitive one who reads books and drinks tea and I always catch him watching me from behind a bookshelf in the library! This is the hardest choice I’ve ever had to make in my life. I HAVE to choose one of them. But… who?”

Scorpio: The dystopian society~ “Hi, I’m Bland McBore. In our society, the rich and the poor are divided into two groups and all the rich people are evil and live in a city where there are floating vehicles and all the buildings are white marble and/or chrome, and all the poor people live in mud huts and have to eat bugs and also everything is a weird shade of gray to represent sadness or something. I am going to start a revolution and overthrow the government with the help of my two best friends and once we start to cause trouble with our rebellion, the leader who is probably an old white guy with a pointed beard will offer us riches that we originally fought against in the beginning but don’t worry we will heroically reject them and fight for equality and won’t stop until society is no longer divided. Also people will definitely die but it will all only be people we are conveniently close to. Me and my two best friends get to live until the very end because we move the plot forward.”

Sagittarius: Protagonist just moved to a new school~ “My dad got a new job so we had to move across the country. I’m really shy and quiet and dorky so I know that my first day is going to be horrible. The teacher will make me stand up at the front of the class and then I’ll cry because I’ll be thinking about my life in my old town. Then as I sit back down at my desk, the teacher will keep on teaching instead of addressing that one of her students is visibly upset and crying. Then, the boy behind me will tap on my shoulder and introduce himself- this boy will be the guy I keep as my friend until the end of the novel where, plot twist, he ends up being my perfect match all along.”

Capricorn: The Intellectual~ “My favorite past time is to go to this tree up on a hill where my mom is buried that is also conveniently in the middle of the woods but also within a short walking distance from my house. I go there and I just think. Not of a lot of kids from school do that these days. Everyone is so obsessed with the latest gossip or the latest trend that it seems like everyone forgot how to, well, think. Sometimes I wish I was like them. I wish I could turn off my brain and mindlessly walk around without a care in the world. But I can’t because I’m different and smarter than everyone else and I also like to read and I love the smell of old books and reading and did I mention that I also love to read.”

Aquarius: Really weird “quirky” names~ “Hi, I’m Ingridagelica Applewindbalmkettlefish and this is my story. I know, I know, my name is pretty strange. My parents picked it because they said that when I was born they knew I was going to grow up and do something really great and unique and they also said that it means “not like the other girls” when spoken in Latin.” 

Pisces: The “nice guy” guy friend who turns out to be The One all along~ “I just can’t believe my crush won’t notice me! Tell me Carter, what am I doing wrong?” “Nothing, Skylightquia. If it’s worth anything, I think you’re pretty…. uh, pretty awesome, I mean.” *Skylightquia sighs and looks up at the stars from the rooftop they got onto somefuckinghow* “The stars are really beautiful, aren’t they?” *Carter looks at her meaningfully* “Yeah they are”

La Douleur Exquise Pt 1 | Incubus!Yoongi AU

summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.

warnings: demon summonings, lots of swearing, and a grumpy min yoongi (what’s new?)

genre: fluff, angst, humor, eventual smut (none in this chapter!)

words: 6.2K (FUCK!)

a/n: the preview got such good responses that I had to finish this right away! hope it stands up to your expectations! enjoy~ (pls ignore some grammatical mistakes; i still need to edit it a bit)

➵  part 1 (you’re here!) // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 (coming soon!)


In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea trying to recreate an ancient demon-summoning circle in the middle of your living room. If anyone asked you what had possessed you to do so regardless, you’d point fingers at your history professor for assigning the task in the first place. Although, you might concede that he didn’t technically ask you to assemble the summoning circle; all you were assigned to do was do some research about ancient summoning techniques with five to ten sources maximum. The problem with the assignment lied with the latter part of the requirements: the motherfucking references.

No matter how hard you tried to search for reliable photographs of professionally reenacted summoning circles, none of significant quality had popped up anywhere. You were seriously starting to consider attaching some DeviantArt fanart by the time you had reached page 67 on the Google search page.

In short, you were desperate—and desperation meant that you didn’t really think things through.

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the best part about this entire thing is that it took me seeing this and only this and it inspired 6k+ worth of smut, fluff, and drunk!harry being cute. so it’s really cute, then filthy, and then cute again, and then filthy one last time so it has BALANCE. also based on this blurb i posted yesterday! enjoy <3

“Think it’ll be the best night f’my life f’you go an’ catch that bouquet,” he says in answer to your earlier question, and your eyes go wide and you shake your head almost instantly. “Absolutely not – have you ever been part of a bouquet toss? Those women will claw me t’the death tryin’ t’get it,” you reason, and he pouts.

“Please, baby – promise I’ll kiss it better,” he says, and you almost give in because he’s properly pouting like a child right now, but you look over to where all the bachelorettes have gathered, and you scrunch your nose. “Y’can buy me a bouquet f’roses and throw ‘em at me, ‘f that’s really what you want t’see happenin’,” you offer, and Harry literally whines. “Baby–” he starts, and you cut him off, “No.”

“Princess–”

“No.”

“Sweetheart–”

“No.”

It goes on like that until the final call for the girls to gather and Harry shrugs. “Fine then. I guess I’ll go,” he says, and you give him a look of confusion, your eyebrows knitted together, until you realize he means he’s joining the bouquet toss.

or

Harry and Y/N go to a wedding in Hawaii and he joins in on the bouquet toss when you refuse

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all jokes aside, it really hurts my heart as a black girl that when asked what she would do differently if she had another chance inside the house, dominique said she would keep her mouth shut. last season da’vonne said, if not the exact same thing, something very similar.

yall, big brother is just some shitty reality show. but this just goes to show the sad truth in our society: black women are constantly narrowed down to a single stereotype and are generally not respected as people. whether it be the angry black women or the strong black women trope (both limit our ability as women to emote, as if the only emotion we can express is anger and our only quality is strength), there’s no denying that these negative traits are pinned on black women as a means of oppression and to undermine the way we feel. dominique – who was aware of how her (completely valid) emotions could be stereotyped – fell victim to a multitude of microaggressions that black women endure everyday in the real world. if dominique was white, would she have had the same experience as she did this past week? hell no.

point blank: black women in life and in big brother can’t voice their opinions without being stuffed into a stereotype by their white counterparts, or in this case, being evicted 

You once said that a step towards recovery means I’ll need to break myself into pieces, darling I’ve been trying to put my heart back together. I like to step on myself sometimes, I don’t take compliments well because I don’t think too highly of myself. When you step on the same lego piece everyday even your ego starts to melt a little. You once said that if I find someone to hold my thoughts before I hold their heart– then maybe she’s the one. Or maybe there’s no one out there, who knows, right? We can circle around this a little longer than always, but I’ll always run back to the why. Why do I want to conquer my memories? Each city that I’ve built for them inside of my head is still bright and I’ve not let a single light bulb blow out, I’m so out of it– while thoughtlessly I’ve been reaching out of my head, my heart likes to beat me to it. It says that love can only be achieved if I chase after it. You once said that I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. Do you still believe in those words? Because if I’m not cruel to myself, I could be cruel to someone else. If I read enough books, do you think I’d finally own a chapter in my own life? If I open up some more, will I close off opportunities for myself to the prospect of loving myself? And what about them? Vanity is my master and I’m a slave. It’s okay to be a little vain sometimes, right? I’ve got it in my veins, maybe I’m the only honest one. You once said that if I trip over the same rock and stub my toe a million times within a week, you’d still say it’s okay. Like falling requires gravity to bend to my whispers. Like drowning demands my lies to swim back to shore. Like dying seeps through my eyes, how can I love if all I’ve got is missing pieces? You once said that a river flows like time and if I’m out of seconds– you’ll just record your voice saying I love you until I finally get it. I remember everything that love has to offer, but never the person. I remember the feeling of infection that is affection. And if I walk alone and get hit by a car, maybe it’s just another story that I won’t write. Some words live in between the lines, I’ve been seeing dualities. Life and death is just a kiss and hug. Black and white, storms and clouds are just pears and apples. Poetry and prose likes to sound sweet, but it’s the bitter bits of me that’s suicidal. Love and hate was born from strangers, so you never knew the difference between the moon and the sun– the lightness of tomorrow likes to coat the darkness of past days. Cigarettes and lung cancer, a dance of smoke that disguises itself as stress free, do you think I’ll die healthy? Drugs and my body, which one will make me feel better if I’ve been sweating for a week? You once said that we’re spinning around in a circle just waiting for someone to stop by– grab my attention and you can have my voice, steal from my hands and you can have my poems, which hurts more to have loved or to not have loved at all? An empty silence that’s so full of itself– I can’t hear myself think inside of my own head. I’ve got file cabinets tagged under read later, but I’m a sucker for love– so I feed into it. You once said if the sky breaks into a brighter day, you’ll be there. That is wishful thinking, my favorite kind. Words can’t give meaning to our story, but we still write. You once said that it has to mean something. Every statement paused long enough for several lifetimes to become real again. It feels like such a long time, but we’re still in love with them in there somewhere. It’s buried. It’s in a coffin, but it’s there and we know it. We can hear it. We can hear it. Fuck, we can hear it. That little beating that isn’t ours, it’s always theirs. And that’s my fear, you once said that maybe that’s my fate– I’m supposed to cling onto that strand of innocence, of who I used to be, to remember what it feels like to feel, it has to mean something. Giving meaning to nothing, my favorite pastime. Giving something to someone, the only way that I’ve been living. You once said that until I learn to keep more for myself, I’ll always end up in square one– alone, but as long as I’ve got you, it’s not true, right? Some thoughts like to sleep alone, that’s not one of them. Hold onto that piece of us, the poetic storm that is joy. Keep your kindness to a burn, a stretched out sunrise screaming your name is my simmer. I know about nothing and that’s my one redeeming quality. I know that I don’t know shit, and that’s why I write like this. I know that I don’t love like I used to, and that’s why I love like this. I know that I’m not the same person from last year, and that’s why my guilt likes to trip up. I know that I’m no longer in love with her, but I can’t seem to explain the empty feeling unless I spell her name backwards under a star somewhere that I can’t touch. I know that I’m still messed up, but I’m just taking advantage of my youth. You once said some people will get over you in a week, but it’ll take you a lifetime to get over someone. If forever is a drug then I’ve overdosed. If always is a lie then I’ll take the beautiful. If never is more and a secret is sore– then I’m sorry about the words that didn’t stop, I am trying. I am always trying. You once said that if we kiss the ocean long enough, the mountains will answer. I’ve buried my love letters on the highest mountain and emptied my heart into my art. If I live long enough to spread my wings, do you think I’d still be condemned? Life is too short to live in the past, but I can’t stop asking about my what ifs. Love is too long to just be over, but I’ll just keep painting over it with a new layer of red. If you’re still reading, then I’m still writing. This yin and yang battle of ours has no meaning. Tortured souls live in the canvas and I’ve seen enough chains– I shall be unbound someday. You once said I love you– darling, that’s the only fucking truth that I believe in. You once said that soulmates aren’t always lovers– I guess it’s just you. You once said that flowers don’t just bloom, they wilt– so I guess I’m just withered. You once said that if you had your way, I’d own the universe. You don’t get it. When you became my best friend, I got it.
—  You once said

heello! i recently ordered from acorn press and still have a couple chillypig charms still in my possession so i thought it’d be a good opportunity to do a comparison/review! all the charms are 2″ clear acrylics

this’ll mostly be for people scoping out new companies, or for people who’re interested in making charms for the first time!

NOTE: in all the pictures, charms with a phone strap are chillypig and without are acorn press

i’ll be fairly nit-picky about everything and be as in depth as i can to provide max info, but please keep in mind this is all from personal experience! it’s not the end all be all

this is gonna get pretty long so under the cut we goo

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Investing in yourself as a Sugar Baby!

Taking care of your mind and body is important especially when you expect men to drop thousands of dollars on you every month for the pleasure of your company! Personally before even thinking about becoming a sugar baby this year, I’ve been taking care of myself for years because appearance is very important in my line of work. Keep in mind that I’m in my late 20s so some stuff you might not even need at this point since most of you are in your late teens or early 20s. Enjoy those years haha well I can’t complain, I have a baby face ;) So here is a list of things I’ve done or I will be starting this year that keeps me looking good and feeling awesome plus it makes for a hot SB:

  1. Manicure + pedicure - I do them professionally in a salon every 3weeks.
  2. Laser hair removal - I’m doing my whole bikini and underarms right now and will start my legs in the next year..shaving is a pain and too much work..laser is painful especially the whole bikini but worth it!
  3. Removing stretch marks - I will do laser for that when I move to LA because those stupid marks on my butt are a pain in the ass for my confidence sometimes..I have awesome 34DD natural breasts but my ass needs some perfecting to be at the same level lol
  4. Removing cellulite - I just finished a 10 weeks treatment with the Velashape 2 in a beauty clinic for my thighs and butt..I think it helped although I only had a low amount of cellulite and it’s still not perfect or all gone..I think I was expecting too much of a VS model’s perfect ass haha drinking water, exercising and eating healthy plus putting firming body cream (I use an expensive one from my clinic with 10% caffeine) everyday helps plus I’ll need to do maintenance treatments every year to maintain the results.
  5. Removing spider veins on legs - I started treatments this year, it helps but spider veins are a recurring issue for women especially with age so I will have to do maintenance treatments every year but it’s very good that I started young even if I didn’t have a lot but the ones behind my knees were bothering me a lot. I have very white skin so my veins show easily haha I need to tan more!
  6. Dermabrasion - I started dermabrasion aka removing dead skin on your face this year..I used to have bad acnee when I was young but now my skin is much better although I still get occasional pimples and don’t have perfect skin without makeup.
  7. Acnee creams recommended by my dermatologist that I apply every day or 2 days - I mostly only have some redness and occasional pimples but the products help for that and to make my pores less visible.
  8. Laser eye surgery - I wear contacts and I’m thinking of doing the laser surgery but I’m not sure since lots of people have horror stories so I’m still thinking about it but being free of glasses and contacts would be awesome..I’m just scared of surgeries and try to avoid them as much as possible.
  9. Spray Tan - I don’t want skin cancer so I prefer spray tan when I need to have a nice tan although the maintenance is a pain in the butt..I sometimes do tanning creams at home since I’m pretty good at applying it but that’s annoying to maintain also.
  10. Gym membership - I started going to the gym finally this year although I have always had a pretty athletic body but since I like to eat wtv I want and I’m getting older lol I need to watch out!!
  11. Personal trainer for the gym - I’m going to get one soon so I can learn what to do to target the issues I want to work on plus it’s good to have someone to motivate you since I’m lazy lol
  12. Martial arts or self defense classes - Personally I do martial arts because it’s for my line of work but also because I love to kick ass. I took some self defense classes years ago and it was amazing..I think every woman should do that especially sex workers and SBs..I actually need to brush up on those moves especially the ones when your assailant is on top of you.
  13. Hair and eyelash extensions - I need to get new hair extensions because the hair dresser messed them up when she cut them although I basically never wear them lol too lazy to put them on every time so I’ll look into other options soon and get a SD to pay for it and for eyelash extensions. Never tried that and want to see how it will look and feel.
  14. Makeup and hair tutorials or classes - I started watching more videos on youtube to learn more tricks especially with hair since I suck but I’m getting a lot better..I might get a future SD to pay a hairstylist to show me 5-10 ways to do my hair haha.
  15. Good hair products and makeup - Start investing in good products that don’t ruin your hair and face..When you can it’s good to invest in more expensive products when they are better quality and less chemicals.
  16. Keeping your body soft like a baby’s skin - I put cream every night on my body to keep my body all smooth and soft plus to keep my boobs, stomach, thighs and ass all firm..better to start young!
  17. Facial creams - Very important to keep your face moisturized plus eye cream is always good to start young..those SDs want a baby face not a face ruined by sun and age.
  18. Drinking lots of water - You need minimum 2 liters of water everyday..I basically only drink water..no coffee or soft drinks but juices on occasion and I do love wine when I go out.
  19. Eating healthy - I need to be more disciplined for that because I like to eat wtv I want although I do eat vegetables and fruits everyday.
  20. Be happy and confident - Keep yourself healthy mentally..those men pay for no drama..I actually tried hypnotherapy by curiosity this year..only did 4 sessions to work on my self-esteem and confidence and it was pretty interesting to realize how I bring myself down sometimes.
  21. Teeth are very important! Having a nice smile attracts people including SDs! - Keep your teeth clean and white..I do my teeth cleaning every 9 months now (instead of 12) plus I bought a whitening kit made for me from my dentist to use at home although my teeth are pretty white already. I had braces when I was young so I have perfect teeth..I wear my night retainer occasionally to keep them straight and perfect. 
  22. Massages and acupuncture - I did both this year and need to start doing massages every 2 weeks for my back lol I’ll get a SD to pay for that!
  23. Investing in a new wardrobe - Dressing the part is important and you need something to wear for all those awesome dates you will be going on! Get a SD or POT to take you shopping and choose classic pieces that you will be able to mix and match and pull off multiple outfits with. If you don’t have anyone to pay for it, take some of your money and start buying some nice pieces or even just adding an accessory to your outfit might make the difference. You don’t have to buy expensive brands (wait for a SD to do that for you), until then buy pieces that are good quality and in solid neutral colors. Go for classy not trashy!
  24. Reading more about current events, finances and how to invest money but also some of those self help books. Be aware of what is going on in the world. - I need to start doing this more because I personally don’t follow the news or politics (too depressing) plus I want to learn how to manage my money. It’s always good to be able to hold a conversation with a SD especially if you go to events with him! You want to be the whole package of looks, brains and personality!!
  25. Learning new skills is important in my opinion plus it keeps you busy and SDs will be impressed by your hobbies, interests and skills. - Personally I love reading, cooking (I want to take some classes to get even better), dancing (I took a lot of different dance classes but I want to learn the waltz and other more conservative dances for black tie events), learning new languages (I speak multiple languages and it always impresses people especially in the US for some reason), etc.. With my line of work, I like to acquire new skills as often as I can so I can add them to my CV and stand out..plus it’s fun!

Ok so I’m going to stop here because this post is freaking long lol I’ll add more if I think about something else but just remember that you are selling a product which is yourself and you need to stand out! Being a SB is not just about looking pretty..you have to be interesting too! I see a lot of SD’s profiles that mention personality and not just looks. So take care of yourself mentally and physically :) You got to invest in yourself (the product) to make money..that’s how marketing and business work and it’s the same with sugar dating! Pay your bills and then use some of that allowance on bettering yourself to catch an even bigger fish (or whale lol)!! Go get them girls! xoxo

Thoughts on Season 3

The Good:

  • The Galra generals are a badass bunch of ladies and I literally cannot wait for them to be on screen again. Literally every single one was interesting and had a distinct personality. I am 100% convinced  Acxa is Keith’s sister.
  • Lotor is an awesome villain. Like, wow, I was not expecting to like him that much, or at all really, but he’s a serious guy who is going to be a major opponent for the paladins and maybe also his father.
  • I REALLY  liked Zarkon and Honerva’s backstory. I was incredibly surprised that the creators of Voltron were able to handle the story with some tact and nuance. Theirs is a love that was corruptive and unhealthy and lead to their deaths. It’s a tragedy, and I loved that Honerva is the one that led Zarkon to the dark, and Zarkon’s motivation was always his love for his wife and his people. A+ villain development
  • We got to see sniper!Lance become canon. I really liked that they showed Lance being a part of the team. I also like that they have finally been exploring Lance’s insecurities a bit more.
  • I loved the alternate universe, and the Sven and Slav interaction was a lot of fun. I loved how badass Slav was in that universe. He’s a great character and needs to be recurring.
  • We are finally getting some emotional displays between paladins, particularly Lance and Keith.
  • Pink Paladin Allura????? Saved my life????? (I wanted Black, but I will take Pink)
  • Alfor was like…. cute? And I have a crush on Gyrgan???? Blayatz hit on a male Galra??? When Zarkon looked at Honerva the first time he actually looked…. dare I say cute?
  • The Shiro clone plotline has potential
  • Dare I say Shlav confirmed???? In at least one reality.

The Bad:

  • WHERE. WAS. LANCE????
    • Since the season was so rushed, a lot of things fell through the cracks, but I think the biggest was potential character development for Lance. Just like Alfor agreed that being Zarkon’s right hand man was a better fit for him than leading, I would have really loved to see Lance step up and realize that Blue would accept Allura and he was needed in the Red Lion. I would have loved to see the conversation between him and Blue where he says goodbye (for now). Instead, we have Blue refuse to open up to him in the middle of a battle (which I think is more a quality of Red) which put the team in danger.
  • Coran had, like, 1 line. Coran needs more attention, he’s a very interesting character, and all too often he’s written off as solely comic relief.
  • Spending a whole episode on Shiro’s time alone didn’t add anything to the plot. His stay on the ice planet did nothing to further the story, and didn’t hint as to whether or not he is actually Shiro. All it did was muddy the plot.
  • Did not see enough Hunk or Pidge.
  • I’d also like a little more Allura time, too, thanks.
  • We’re finally getting to see some emotional interactions between paladins, but it’s not enough. Lance and Keith had a few talks, but where’s Allura and Hunk’s bonding moment? How is Pidge doing? She’s lost both Matt and Shiro?? There needs to be a lot more emotion happening.

The Ugly:

  • It seems like the writers don’t have an endgame. From a narrative standpoint, this season (and the whole show, really) makes no sense. It doesn’t follow the traditional hero’s narrative, which I think for this case, would have worked out a lot better. Because they were a bit lazy and cut the season in half, this season didn’t move the plot anywhere. Because 2 of the 7 episodes were episodes about characters never met before, the main plot was lost and stunted.
  • What makes a story good is the action, consequences, and reaction. The best stories can take have a single action have lasting consequence for years (seasons, chapters–whatever). Voltron has yet to explore any consequences in a significant way.
    • Coran and Allura are literally the last of their kind. There is no way to get over that immeasurable grief and they do both characters an incredible disservice by not exploring that more.
    • Shiro was gone. We got to see some consequences but they barely scratched the surface. They had to switch around Lions and Keith became leader. But we really only get 2 episodes of barely any explanation. It’s devastating to lose your leader, and Keith’s learning curve was ridiculous. He made 1 single mistake and then all of the sudden was as good a leader as Shiro.
    • Shiro came back after being gone for some time. This, too, has significant emotional impact and the consequences of this return should last a long time and be a point of conflict. 
  • I hated the origin story of the Lions and have retconned it already. It’s a horrible narrative choice for a lot of reasons.
    • The first one is the dichotomy between Altean=good, Galra=bad. The writers tried to address this by introducing the Blades of Marmora and the alternate universe Alteans. But at the same time they still keep hitting us over the head with the Alteans as pure, white, good, light imagery and the Galra as evil, dark, and bad. Why couldn’t the Lions be their own entity, created by themselves or by an outside force? 
    • This means that there has only been one set of Paladins before the show. Since the universe is, y’know, massive and time is relative there is no way that Voltron would have become a universal “legend” over a single lifespan. There should be countless Paladins before even Alfor and Zarkon (think Avatars from ATLA).
    • Having Alfor as the sole creator of the Lions rings so, so false. First of all, they claim he’s an alchemist… so like engineering isn’t really a part of that. Second of all, the Lions have their own sentience. This elevates Alfor to a literal god-like figure. He created life. And that just doesn’t fit the story at all. This was a huge huge narrative mistake.

Overall Review: Better than season two but still lacking. Not a bad season, but a directionless one. Rushed and choppy,  5/10

anonymous asked:

My ideal placement for paladins would be Sh/iro returning to Black and they can switch later BUT K/eith not being a paladin anymore but the leader of the Blade. VERY UNPOPULAR OPINION I know. What is your purrfect one? JUST FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES no meta needed

u said no meta needed but i can’t shut up… i have a lot of thoughts bout this… 

i’ve never thought of keith being the leader of the blade. in theory, i think that’d be pretty cool but his bond with red was focused on way too much in season 2 for it to just be tossed aside; he’ll be going back to her. he’s perfect for red, anyway. also, he…….. he doesn’t want to be the leader of anything. he has always shown resistance to leading. my ideal is there’s another lion—a white one (there are theories going around about this)—which shiro will take. lance goes to black and keith goes back to red. allura stays with blue, hunk and pidge stay with yellow and green. this way, no one would have to be without a lion.

lance’s goodbye to blue and the passing of his bayard to allura felt very final, there was closure. so, i do not think lance will be going back to blue. allura bonded with her and unlocked a whole new power, she connected with blue on an emotional level… so, her position on the team seems very locked in. but we don’t get anything like that with keith and black or with lance and red. with keith and red, there wasn’t even a goodbye scene—which is very odd considering how much focus they put on their bond in season 2—and we didn’t get a scene with keith handing over the red bayard to lance, either. we also didn’t see any important scene with keith and the black bayard. keith and lance both just… started using their new bayards and we were like OH…. well… okay then? 

there was absolutely no closure with keith and red and he also didn’t have any big bonding moment with black. the only notable one being when they find “shiro” (even that isn’t really a bonding moment between keith and black, but yeah), which i think is part of the reason why black chose keith in the first place… they both want to save shiro. like in episode 1 of season 2, black lets keith pilot her so they can save shiro. when black responds to keith, the scene is not happy. it does not feel like you’re watching a rightful leader take his place. the scene is sad and keith is sad. he is being forced into this position and he doesn’t want it, he never ever did. the only reason he is doing well at leading atm is because of lance… and in regards to lance, he hasn’t had any big bonding moment with red, either. the only notable moment is when red roars for lance, but this can also be taken as her wanting to go to keith’s aid because he was calling for lance to get out there. this fits because of the focus they put on keith’s bond with red in season 2. lance also just… he doesn’t fit what the red lion looks for in a paladin, whereas keith is literally perfect for red… heck, the sword is literally the right hand of voltron’s weapon—keith’s weapon. 

i think lance is fit to pilot red while keith is piloting black because he’s the one who can help guide keith the best and keep him from making bad decisions in the heat of battle. he is his voice of reason and he grounds him. lance is who keith is closest to after shiro, it makes sense that he’d be the only one fit to be his right hand. it’s been a point to show how well these two go together and balance each other out. they have been coined as two halves of a pair from the start. “neck and neck”…. where one is, the other isn’t far behind. fighter pilot keith? fighter pilot lance. red paladin keith? red paladin lance. black paladin keith? black paladin lance….? i think lance needed to pilot red and take that position in order to grow into himself more. when lance accepts keith as the new leader / black paladin, he starts really showcasing those leadership qualities of his, subtly so… he has a subtle through line and he has a show-spanning arc, that has been said. in season 3—namely episode 3—when he is holding the team together, reassuring his teammates / checking up on them and keeping them from falling apart… that is a leader. they would’ve crumbled without him. even just the first episode of season 3, with hunk and the BOM… he was in charge of that situation. one of the most important qualities a leader needs is the ability to communicate with their team and lance excels at that. he’s a people person and he’s good at dealing with all kinds of team dynamics. it seems like lance simply needed to make the choice between his “need for glory” and his team, then he slowly but surely started becoming the leader that voltron needs.

lance wanted so desperately to pilot the black lion but at that moment, he wanted to pilot her for the wrong reason—to prove himself. he was only viewing piloting her as “his moment” and that is not what a leader would do. lance was much too focused on his ego and his need for glory when he was trying to get her to respond… but that doesn’t mean he isn’t fit to be the leader, he actually fits what the black lion looks for in a paladin very well. he is similar to shiro, he’s just young and not as experienced. he’s also not taken seriously as a leader… by his teammates but also by us as viewers (at the start, at least). most people look at lance and do not see a leader—or someone with the potential to be the leader in the future—because he was pigeon-holed as the comedic relief character right off the bat. but like shiro, he is extremely well-rounded, which is what a leader should be. he’s adaptable and slots himself into whatever is tossed at him and makes the best of it. you don’t want a leader who is the best at one single thing, you want someone who is versatile and can make something happen no matter what situation they are thrown into. one who can communicate with their team well, take suggestions from their team when they don’t have any ideas themselves. a leader needs to be someone that everyone trusts to make the right decision, someone everyone feels comfortable following. a leader needs to be someone who puts their team before themselves and so on. in short, the perfect leader is a well-rounded one. 

when lance was talking about his teammates to laika in season 2, the only thing he says about shiro is that he’s their “awesome leader”. he does not pinpoint one single thing about him that he excels at because shiro is well-rounded, just like lance (which he doesn’t realize the importance of because he oh so greatly values standing out and wants to have his own special thing. he thinks he needs to be the best at something). lance has the qualities necessary to be a leader but on top of not being taken seriously as someone who could lead due to his usual goofy nature and such… he has not grown into himself and still deals with insecurities / self worth issues; he doesn’t even think he has a concrete place on the team. he needs to mature, he needs to become secure in himself / his abilities before he is fit to lead. 

i mean, cmon!!! how compelling of a story would that be? we’re given shiro, a perfect leader, already well fit for the role…… and we’re also given lance, a boy who looks up to shiro (”that guy’s my hero!”) and has all the potential to lead, but still needs to grow into himself to reach it and realize it.

just a quick doodad bc I don’t blog about it bc this is a horse blog but I brought the drama to it:

I super support rescue. I also super support responsible breeding and buying of pets and working animals.

I have two rescue horses, a rescue cat, and a dog that came from a breeder.

The first three I was able to adopt because I was happy for them to be pets. I didn’t know anything about their backgrounds, I didn’t know anything about them, and I was happy to rehabilitate them.

I got my dog from a breeder because she’s a service dog prospect, and so I wanted a very specific type of dog, with certain guaranteed physical traits and certain genetic behavioral predispositions. I wanted to be able to guarantee that she was raised and socialized to fit my needs. None of these were things I could guarantee from a rescue dog.

Responsible breeders do not contribute to pet overpopulation. Irresponsible breeders, who are trying to breed for money, who had an oops litter, who do not test their dogs for genetic disease or physical flaws, who do not track bloodlines, who do not plan homes for their puppies, who are not working specifically to improve their breed, who just breed for the funzies, are the ones contributing to pet overpopulation.

Responsible breeders aren’t working to turn a quick buck. They’re working to preserve or improve a breed. Depending on the size of their operation, maybe they’ll have a litter a year, maybe a litter every few years. They’ll usually have a waiting list. They’ll carefully scope out candidates who want a pup, find out what kind of dog they’re looking for, examine all of the puppies’ different traits at an early age, and work to put the pups in the right homes. If there’s a super drivey pup with maybe a tiny physical flaw that means it won’t do well in the show ring, they’ll give it to a working home. If there’s a more low-key pup, they’ll give it to a pet home. If there’s an absolutely perfect puppy, they’ll probably keep it for themselves, to work and show and use to (again) improve the breed. And almost every single one of them will ask that the puppy be returned to them if the new owner can’t keep them. Many of these breeders will remain in contact with the new owners and even showcase the accomplishments of the dogs on their websites as they grow up, to show the quality of animal they are producing. They are invested in the future of these animals.

Badmouthing breeders overall does not help to reduce the number of unwanted pets. Responsible breeders are not the ones whose dogs end up in shelters. And those responsible breeders often do a better job than shelters at keeping dogs in homes. Breeders make prospective owners wait, do their research, and pick them out the right dog for them. Meanwhile, many shelters (my own local shelter included) will let you walk in and adopt a dog on the same day, without so much as a home inspection (unless the dog is a certain breed that they says requires a fence, in which case all that’s required is the fence, and then you’re good to go!). Many shelters are not invested in the future of these animals; as much as they may care, they do not have the resources to track animals that have been adopted, or ensure that they’re succeeding in their new homes, or ensure that they’ve stayed in those homes. Rescues also almost universally perform a pediatric spay, which has been shown more and more to have a negative impact on a dog’s health longterm.

There are shitty shelters just like there are shitty breeders. The problem is not as simple as ‘rescue, don’t buy, while shelter animals die’. As usual, black and white pronouncements are catchy, but unhelpful.

I’ve volunteered a ton in rescue. That’s why so many of my pets are rescues. But I have seen questionable things happen behind closed doors at rescue organizations. I’ve seen animals adopted out to people who couldn’t properly care for them. I’ve seen animals returned after hurting or scaring someone. My own rescue horse has taken years to get to a safe place. I took that on because I accepted the responsibility and I wanted the challenge. Someone with a rosey-eyed view of rescue could have taken him in and been seriously injured.

Rescue does not guarantee a happily ever after story, and breeders are not all assholes out there trying to turn a buck.

Irresponsible breeding, irresponsible rehoming, and irresponsible ownership is the problem. People need to be educated about where their animals come from and how to care for them appropriately. Ignorance is the problem.

Midnight Luxe {Part 4}

Originally posted by nnochu

(Part 1)  (Part 2) (Part 3(Part 5)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst, fashion designer Jungkook AU, 

Summary:  Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook, the alluringly beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.

Inspired by the anime/manga Paradise Kiss ♥


The day after your accidental meeting with Jungkook in the library, your brain was swamped with thoughts of him,  of that beautiful black velvet dress and the dim and dusty ex-bar that the four of them so passionately made clothes in day and night.

You could still feel the way the soft material of the dress felt against your sensitive skin, you could still remember how it had hung so luxuriously off your frame. It clung to you in all the right places giving you a flawless silhouette. 

The dress was all that was present in your mind as you had listened to the monotonous droning of your mother when she had gotten home. You don’t know why she’d been particularly bitter on this occasion, perhaps one of her friends had been boasting about all that their children had achieved. That always seemed to set her off.

You’re throwing your life away.

I pay so much for you to get a good education and you don’t appreciate it at all.

Ungrateful brat.

Those words had so frequently left your mother’s lips that they didn’t even sting anymore. The knife had been so overused, causing the silver blade to become blunt and painless. 

You thought back to the other night when you’d missed your curfew. She hadn’t cared that at least you were home safe after returning home late. In fact, the idea of your mother telling you off because she was worried about your safety seemed like a luxury to you.  But, of course, the only thing she paid mind to were your grades, what your chances of getting into a prestigious university were and whether you would do the family proud or bring them shame.

Then there was Jungkook and his friends. People that stood for the exact opposite of what you’d been taught since you were a child. They seemed so liberated compared to you, they knew what their dreams were and they fought to achieve them every day. The only dreams you had to speak of were the ones that had been pushed upon you.

But when you’d stood in front of that mirror with that flattering new haircut and that gorgeous dress wrapped around your body, you’d felt more yourself than ever. You’d felt powerful, beautiful, and most crucially, you’d felt so free.

That night, despite your mother’s obvious disappointment in you, you’d fallen asleep with a faint smile fixed upon your lips.

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Etude House Bubble Tea Sleeping Pack in Green Tea

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RETAIL PRICE: 13+ USD / 1 type

FROM THE OFFICIAL SITE:   The bubble tea sleeping pack makes skin moisturized and elastic during the night with its compound of black tea gel and moisture capsule bubbles.

Green Tea- Clean and Clear Skin (Sebum control, pores)

MY SKIN TYPE: NORMAL/OILY

RECOMMENDED USE:

1. Using the spatula, dispense gel and 1-2 bubbles onto the palm.

2. Gently rupture the bubbles with the spatula onto the palm and rub with the fingers to mix the bubbles and pack.

3. Evenly apply on skin in a massaging motion to promote absorption into skin.

4. Leave it on overnight, and then wash off with lukewarm water the next morning.

Tips! Use only gel depending on the condition of skin. For better moisturizing effect, mix the gel with 1-2 bubbles

From me: A little goes a long way, so I would defiantly stick to ONE bubble each time you apply. One bubble is more than enough for your entire face, and honestly with how easily the gel spreads if you used anymore than that you’d run out too quick and be left with just a ton of gel.

First Impressions: The packaging is A LOT smaller than I thought it was going to be? It’s adorable af, but it kind of looses it’s bubble-tea cup shape because the bottle is weirdly long shaped… would have been nicer if it was a bit wider than long… but hey, I’m not a designer here. Otherwise it’s cute as hell and it looks nice sitting wherever you store it. You’ll feel good using it because the color of the product is pretty as well. It has a better than average smell but it’s very very faint/non-existent unless you put your nose to it.

It’s also important to note that it is a screw on/off lid and does come with a white plastic… thing… with a tab in between the product and the big lid.

Overall thoughts:  This pack ISN’T STICKY, ISN’T GREASY, AND ACTUALLY DRY making it a breeze to sleep with them on unlike others. Just be careful not to rub the product into your eyes because I did my mistake (it dried on my face, forgot I had it on, touched my face and then rubbed my eye) and my eye itched for the next 30 minutes.

I’m going to officially say this product has no smell, but if you stick your nose to it it has that that smell of a high quality cream? It’s hard to explain and while 13 USD might be pricey for me for a thing Etude House is definitely a Korean DRUG STORE Brand so that’s nice?

It doesn’t REALLY do as it claims (sebum control, pore cleansing, etc) but instead it does pretty much EVERYTHING a little bit better than average? So in other words, it says it’s a sebum controlling/pore bettering sleeping pack. Is it an AMAZING sebum control pack? No! But does it control my sebum good enough for a 13 USD product, while BRIGHTENING my face, while PLUMPING my face, while giving my face a super GLOW after I wash it off, while minimizing discoloration/dark spots/blackheads? YES. And you can SEE results from all 5-6 things I listed that it does do AT THE SAME TIME. And honestly I love it so much more than if it left my face dry and sebum-controlled while looking blotchy as hell and I’m telling you, you do/would as well (:p!!) 

tldr: it’s a sleeping pack that claims that it’s a sebum control/pore fixing type but in reality does that + brightens, + plumps, +adds glow, +minimizes dark spots/black heads/etc

Con: unlike the strawberry type, NO BURNING, ITCHING, OR IRRITATION FROM THIS TYPE!! :))))!!

Overall rating: 10/10

Would buy again: I Yes, but it’s so dang expensive!! I’m also not sure how long it keeps and I do like to try out new things so maybe? It’s not a staple in my collection of beauty products but it sure as hell WORKS (also I’m a cheap b!tch so).

Where to buy:

  • etudehouse.com
  • memebox.com
  • amazon
  • ebay
Parchment // Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader

he-men-ah asked:
Hi~ hi~ Even though it’s almost 1 am and I should be sleeping 😅 I was scrolling along and saw the post you reblogged with the members in their hogwarts house and I got an scenario idea~ Can you write scenario with Slytherin Yoongi and the reader in Ravenclaw pleeease~??? //Totally not asking specifically because I’m a Ravenclaw psshhhh no way~ 😂😅 Lmao~ Thanks ♡♡♡♡♡

I got sooooo carried away with this one because I freaking LOVED writing it. Honestly, this mash-up was so funnnn ♡ It ended up super long haha so sorry about that. I JUST GOT A TAD EXCITED. It also gets a teensy bit smutty at one point but dw it’s not much. But this was so fun!! I hope you like it!!

Also, I’m gonna dedicate this one to not only you, but also my girl Madelyn of @jinssmile​ because it was her birthday last week and she’s a Yoongi fan too so YO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADELYN. ENJOY.

Genre: Fluff, semi-smut, Harry Potter AU
Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader
Length: 8.1k

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter. None of the settings are mine and all belong to JK Rowling. Gotta say it.


You smoothed down your robes, watching the countryside zip past the small windows of the Hogwarts Express. You were only 11 years old, excited and feeling prepared for your first year at the amazing “school of witchcraft and wizardry”. It had been a dream come true when your letter had arrived. Your parents were just regular people, or “muggles” as all the other witches and wizards called them, so they had thought that the letter was a prank or something when you’d first received it. But as you’d pulled out the piece of parchment and read what was written in the curly green inked handwriting, you knew that it was no joke. It felt too right and explained too much.

Being Muggleborn, you knew absolutely no one on this train. It was the one thing you were worried about at this school. You knew that you would be fine with keeping your grades up, and you weren’t even scared of getting lost, but you’d only found out you were a witch less than two months ago. How were you going to fit in here? The others would’ve surely been raised to expect a life at this school since they were tiny, so would they really accept someone as clueless as you? You’d read up on as much as you could about the school and about magic before you came here so you hoped that you knew enough to at least appear like you were well-versed in all things magical.

Despite all of this you were determined to approach this new experience with zero concerns. You were confident it would turn out okay, so you decided to focus on how amazing all this was. You couldn’t wait to get there, but there was still a long way to go before you reached Hogwarts – you’d really only just left the station. You were fairly sure that you were allowed to have stayed in your normal clothing for a while longer but you were too excited to put on your new robes to wait. You eyed the logo on the front of your robes happily, a small smile appearing on your lips. You were really going. It wasn’t all some crazy dream.

The doors to your carriage opened suddenly and you jumped, looking up to see who it was. There was an Asian boy standing in the opening, a lazy smile on his face. From this distance both his hair and his eyes looked jet black, even darker than his robes. His skin looked white as sugar in stark contrast to the rest of these dark colours. He looked almost like some kind of demon, but you couldn’t recall ever reading about them in any of your textbooks. You made a mental note to look that up once you reached the school and had access to the library. You saw that under his robes his body was slim but at this young age there was still a little leftover baby fat in his cheeks, making him look far less intimidating than you’d originally thought. Those black eyes watched you from where he stood, one hand still resting on the door to the carriage.

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Not As It Seems

Summary: After a long streak of financial success, you find yourself partnering with Tony Stark, living alongside the Avengers and occasionally helping out with missions. While the team is too intimidated by you and thinks you’re the woman the media makes you out to be, you’re the polar opposite and desperately try to keep yourself in one piece as they unknowingly tear you apart, piece by piece.

A/N: I really have no idea what prompted me to read this, but I wanted a way to make Steve be extremely sweet and show off his affectionate side. This thing is 3,797 words (I got way into the zone). Also, can anyone tell me why I’m literally sobbing @ the thought of someone being this kind towards me???? Because I can’t. Happy reading! 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader.


In the words of the mainstream media, you were a hard woman to impress. Being the CEO of your own company made you the billionaire you are today, and it’s no secret that you wouldn’t just let anyone walk into your life without knowing what their intentions were. But you weren’t really everything the media said. You were somewhat shy and not good at telling people how you felt. 

Tony Stark had proposed a business deal to you not too long go. He had asked you to merge one branch of your company with his. He showed you the statistics on what would happen if you did, and needless to say, you’d make billions upon billions of dollars. You didn’t hesitate to say no, and his plan had made you the money he promised. 

You moved into the tower once Tony found out you could fight almost as well as Natasha. In truth, Tony was the only one who wasn’t intimidated by you. You were his equal, having most of the same qualities the media described him as. Apart from your badass fighting skills on the field, you were often seen with a notepad or your computer, tending to business or giving your money away to causes that were worth fighting for. 

The media didn’t know you spent your earnings on other people. Most assumed you spent it on yourself, but your roots taught you to always help those who cannot help themselves. Growing up, life was tough because your father would spend his money on alcohol and your mother would sell her body to men on the street, desperate to help you through education. The neighbourhood you grew up in was almost promising in terms of making every teenager a drug addict, but a leap of faith changed that for you. You moved to New York City for college and designed an application that would help millions of people. You made your first million by twenty one and gave most of your money to your mother, who had stood behind you when everyone told you how incredibly stupid the idea of making it somewhere was. 

Everyone thought you were intimidating. Maybe they were intimidated because you were a billionaire, or maybe they were scared because you have an active role in keeping New York safe. What you do know is the world is extremely lonely for people who are feared. 

The team knew who you were and treated you like you were fine China. They feared to talk to you in fear of being emasculated or worse - being kicked off the team. You didn’t have that kind of power (and they didn’t know that you didn’t have that power), but they feared that you could find a way to kick them out. You’d never do that, though. 

Friends were a hard thing to come by. Your old classmates pretended to be your best friends and most people who talk to you only care about the amount of zeroes in your bank account. It was ruthless, but you had accepted that the world wouldn’t have a lot of grey areas when you started to make money. In terms of friendship, the world had to be black and white. It was easier that way. 


You sat in the common room’s couch with your laptop on your lap, writing a code that would, hopefully, make collecting data via your computer much faster. Members of the team stepped inside the compound after rate morning run, but their conversation seized when they saw you sitting. 

You looked up from the screen and pushed your glasses, preventing them from falling. “You don’t have to stop your conversations,” you said, urging them to be completely normal around you. 

“No, it’s okay,” Sam said. “We know you’re a busy woman.” 

“Well, you’re welcome to stay, if you’d like. I won’t be distracted.” 

“Can’t take that chance,” Clint said. “You’re an important woman, Y/N. We want you to be on top of your game.” You gave them a small smile and let them leave. 

Steve was behind them and chose not to say a word. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to act around you. He didn’t know you all that well and feared that he too would one day fear the wrath that is Y/N Y/L/N. He knew what the media told him - you were cold, isolated, very cunning, intelligent, and you liked to keep to yourself. Since he was new to the century and didn’t understand the concept of not listening to the mainstream media, Steve opted to listen to what they said in case you were what they described you to be. 

He tiptoed and tried not to make too much noise as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. He looked at you as he walked past, and Steve swore he had heard you sigh in defeat. It was something he had caught himself doing a lot when he was unsure of himself, but he shook that thought away. You were Y/N, Y/L/N, for crying out loud. 

Steve walked away and you blinked rapidly to keep yourself from pity crying. A billionaire doesn’t cry, or so the world thinks. 


The team had a successful mission and wanted to celebrate the fact that no one got killed or seriously injured. Collectively, they had decided to dress up and find the most expensive nightclub, and forget the world for just that night. You were in your room because you weren’t needed and you heard heels clicking on the floor and laughter from the common room. You swung your legs from under the blankets and put a pair of sweatpants on before walking outside, seeing everyone dressed up. 

“Where are you guys headed?” you asked. 

“To some nightclub Tony recommended,” Wanda said, laughing. She rested her head on her brother’s shoulders, trying to balance herself. 

“We just thought we should celebrate a good mission. God knows we need to have some fun!” Sam shouted, walking out the door with a bottle of champagne in his hand.  

“Tony’s telling us to hurry our asses up,” Natasha said, not looking up from her phone as she corralled the team out the door. You stood there, gazing at your sweatpants and watched as every team member walked out the door. Steve looked at you in your comfortable clothing and thought you looked adorable, not being in a pantsuit or dressed up for meetings. He avoided eye contact as he walked out the door, shutting it behind him.

“FRIDAY, would you mind playing some jazz music? Preferably instrumental. Nothing too upbeat,” you requested. 

“Sure thing, Y/N.” The music filled the room and you let yourself stand for a moment. Why hadn’t they invited you to go out with them? You already know the answer: they all assumed you didn’t want to. Everyone thought you didn’t like to have fun because the media made you out to be a workaholic who always kept to herself. It wasn’t true, not by one bit. But what’s the use trying to convince the world when they don’t believe a word you’ll ever say, despite it coming from your mouth? 

You walked to the fireplace and let the warmth warm your body. You had let the jazz music fill up your mind, desperate to forget how unwanted you felt. 


James Barnes had arrived at the tower and everyone wanted him to feel as welcomed as possible. You felt bad, him being though all that he had endured, but you hoped that he would have a happy recovery. 

“Y/N, this is James Barnes, but we call him Bucky,” he said. You looked up from your computer and saw the man he was referring to. He offered you a small smiled to which you returned. You stood up from your desk and walked over to him, sticking your hand out for him to shake. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, James, really.” He shook your hand. Bucky wouldn’t tell anyone, but he liked that you called him by his first name. It didn’t make him feel like he was the person who forgot who his best friend was. It made him feel normal. 

“You can call him Bucky, you know,” said Tony.

“It’s okay,” Bucky said. “I’m okay with it.” Tony shrugged and the two of them left your office. 

It was no secret that Bucky had the worst nightmares. He would scream from time to time, and it woke the other Avengers from their slumber. They could hear him and wanted to help, but none of them (other than Steve) knew him very well and thought Steve was the one who calm him down when they heard silence after a thread of screams. Steve thought Bucky had fallen back asleep when the screaming stopped. He never questioned it and thought Bucky was progressing by working things out on his own. 

What nobody knew was you were the one who felt hurt and saddened by Bucky’s nightmares. You could never imagine the magnitude of loss and pain he felt, but you wanted to try your best to comfort him. 

On the first night, it was daunting trying to wake him up. You’d try your best to keep some distance as you woke him up and he did, staring at you like you were a ghost. 

“Y/N?” he whispered. 

“Yeah James, it’s me. You were screaming and I ran in to see if you were okay,” you said sheepishly. 

“Oh, uh, thank you. Sorry for bothering you.” You stood by the side of his bed and shook your head. 

“Please, don’t be sorry. Don’t be sorry for wanting to express how you feel. You’ve gone through a lot and you’re the last person who should be sorry.” Bucky sighed and laid back down, staring at the ceiling. “Uh, I’ll just go,” you said, awkwardly turning your back. 

“Wait,” Bucky croaked. “Please don’t go. Not yet.” He reached out to you and he looked so lost. You frowned and nodded. Bucky let you sit beside him and he put his head on your chest, closing his eyes. You rubbed soothing circles on his shoulder and tried to get him to sleep. 

After what seemed to be the billionth night of Bucky finally being able to sleep without screaming, his voice could be heard from down the hallway. This time, Steve leapt out of his bed and planned to dash down the hallway to comfort his best friend, but he saw you gently open the door. Steve raised his eyebrows and followed you, opening the door just enough so he could see you comfort Bucky in your arms, humming soothing melodies in his ears as Bucky kept apologising and thanking you for being there for him ever since his nightmares began. 

It clicked in Steve’s head that you were the reason the team didn’t lose a wink of sleep. He smiled as he saw you comfort his best friend. Steve never told you, but he appreciated all you had done for Bucky after he had been released form HYDRA. 


Your birthday was coming up and you were excited. You weren’t sure what excited you about your birthday (because you hadn’t celebrated it in ages), but you had people hanging around you every day and you thought it would be a nice idea for everyone to get to know you more. 

The team had been on a mission for a few days and returned. You knew they were never the type to sit around and you thought going out would be something they were willing to do. 

But you tried to ask people if they wanted to accompany you to dinner and it did’t work out quite the way you planned. 

“Natasha and Clint,” you greeted as you walked into the training room. 

“What’s up?” Clint asked, dodging Natasha’s hit. 

“Are you guys busy tomorrow night?” 

Natasha looked at Clint. 

“Oh, yeah, we’re busy,” Clint said. “You know, just trying to catch up on sleep. We barely got shut eye.” Natasha smiled at you before punching Clint in the chest. 

“Oh, okay. Have fun training,” you said, exiting the room.

You passed Sam on your way out. 

“Sam!” you called. “What are you doing tomorrow night?” 

Sam didn’t know what to say and thought this was a test. He didn’t want to fall into whatever trap you were trying to pull. 

“I’ve got a date,” he blurted. On the inside, you grimaced, but you smiled anyways. 

“Have fun, then,” you said and walked by. 

You already knew the twins weren’t able to come because your birthday was the anniversary of a friend they had lost. You didn’t bother asking them, respecting their time to grieve. 

Tony, Steve, and Bucky were in the kitchen, bickering about if chocolate of vanilla was the more superior flavour.

“Vanilla is delicious and therefore better,” Steve argued. 

Tony scoffed. “Of course you would like vanilla, of all people.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Steve noticed you from the corner of his eye and wanted to say hello, but he didn’t trust is voice. He waved instead. 

“What can we do for you, Y/N?” Tony asked.

“I was just wondering if you guys were busy tomorrow night,” you asked, looking at each of them in the eye. Bucky glanced at the ground, guilty that he would rather stay at home. You didn’t blame him because he hadn’t been in Avenger care for that long and still feared the outside world. 

“I’ve got a lot of files to report,” Tony said. “Pepper’s beating my ass and I promised her I’d help her out tomorrow night.”

“Me too,” Steve said. “Fury’s been on my back and I don’t think I can procrastinate anymore. Why, what’s going on?” 

You shook your head and gave a false smile. “Nothing important,” you said. You cursed yourself for being shy around people you wanted to actually be friends with. Strangers? No problem, you’d never see them again. Friends? Well, if they didn’t like you, you’d have so much trouble trying to find new ones. Billionaires are supposed to be popular and confident, right? 

“Are you sure?” Tony asked. 

“Yeah, yeah. Really, there are more important things than a night out.” 

“Damn, now I really wish I was free.” Tony sighed.

“It’s okay, I promise.” Bucky had nodded and left to his room and Tony left when Pepper called his name. 

You and Steve stood awkwardly for a moment before he cleared his throat. 

“So, Y/N, how’s life?” he hesitantly asked. 

“It’s good,” you replied. 

“I don’t mean to pry, but where do you go to on the weekends? I know you don’t work and your offices are closed.” You waved him off. 

“You’re not prying. I go to this nonprofit that helps kids in the inner cities,” you explained. “I volunteer to talk to the kids and get to know them.” 

“Wow, that’s noble.” Steve grinned and thought about you around children. He always pegged you to be good with kids because of how motherly you seemed to your employees and this seemed to confirm his theory. “They must love you.” 

“Oh yeah, that or the fact that I pay for their space and anything they need,” you joked. Steve’s eyes widened. He didn’t know you paid for organisations.

“That’s really cool,” he breathed. 

“Thanks for saying that, Steve.” 

Steve was so happy that someone who was so closed-off and isolated (at least that’s what he thought) was sharing part of their lives with him. You felt happy that someone bothered to listen. 

“I’ve gotta run,” Steve said. “Catch you later?” You nodded and let Steve run out.


The day of your birthday started out like any other. The team greeted you and left you to your wits. You smiled at Steve and he melted inside, loving that you directed your attention towards him. 

You grabbed your bag and head out the door to meet the kids at the community centre. 

“Y/N!” the little girl, Rose, greeted. 

“Morning, Rose. How’s my favourite girl today?” 

“I’m good! I lost my two front teeth,” she said, grinning so you could see. You let out a laugh and ushered her to where the other children sat. 

The meeting went well and everyone talked how they had felt. You resonated when the older kids told you how they felt unwanted. 

“Believe it or not, I felt that way too,” you said. 

“Oh really? You’re a billionaire,” one kid joked. You laughed. 

“Not long ago, I was just a high school senior, like you. My town was infamous for breeding drug dealers and my mother was afraid that I’d go up to be one. Nobody believed in me when I moved out of my house and into the big city. I was told I was worthless and it was useless for me to get anywhere because I’d find my way back to my roots. I haven’t.” 

“Well, you’re still a billionaire. Life must be pretty sweet.” 

“Sometimes. I donate money to places like this and it make me happy to know you’re all benefitting from it. The downside is you don’t know who to trust and people act differently around you.” 

You looked at the ground and twirled your thumbs. “I mean, people think you’re so fragile because the media makes you out to be someone hard to impress. While true, I’m not a monster or someone who only thinks of themselves. People seem to be walking on eggshells around me and are trying to keep quiet. It’s tough.” 

The group of teens gave you sad eyes and one of the boys gave you his condolences. The rest of the meeting seemed to progress onto the teenagers and for once, they all felt like they were being heard. 

The rest of the day was spent shopping, pampering yourself, and wondering museums, parks, and anywhere your legs could carry you. The day was about rediscovering yourself after having been around people who didn’t seem to know who you were. 

You didn’t come home until everyone was sound asleep. You made your way to the kitchen to fetch the cupcake you put in the fridge, grabbed a candle, and a match. 

Steve thought he heard shuffling and went to investigate, holding his shield close to his chest as he walked stealthily to the source of the noise. He was glad that it was just you and was about to turn back to his bedroom until he saw you light the candle. 

“Happy birthday to me,” you said to yourself. You blew out the candle and stared at the cupcake before sighing. “This is stupid,” you said, throwing the cupcake in the trash. “Not even in the mood tonight.” 

Steve’s heart ached. Everyone had turned you down and he realised you had asked because you wanted to celebrate your birthday. He could imagine you dressing up and having the time of your life, but instead, you were greeted by a dark room and silence. 

He heard you sniffle and saw as you wiped a tear from your cheek. He frowned and put his shield by the wall and padded his way to you. 

“Steve?” you asked as he approached. You fixed your eyes, still not used to the darkness.

“It’s me,” he said. You sniffled again and tried to wipe the tears that were falling onto your cheeks. 

“You should go back to bed -” 

But before you could utter another word, Steve wrapped his arms around you until your head was craned in his neck. He could feel your warm breaths on his skin and the wetness from your tears stain his shirt, but he didn’t care. You were in need of comfort. Your body shook and you tried to keep the tears from rolling as well as keep your body from shaking too much. Steve rubbed your back and whispered comforting things. He placed his chin on the crown of your head and listened as you whimpered. 

Steve didn’t like seeing people cry and he definitely didn’t like seeing you cry. Your whimpers became saddening to him and he didn’t want you to cry anymore. He wanted you to be happy, like the person he always thought you were. Now that he had a minute to think about it, he felt awful for assuming you were fine on your own. 

You had let go of Steve and wiped your eyes, composing yourself. “I should go,” you said, trying to walked around Steve. He just wrapped his arms around you once again and you didn’t protest, feeling too tired to move. Steve slowly swayed your bodies back and forth, lulling you to become sleepier. 

“Are you okay now?” You didn’t say anything and just nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“I’m just tired of people thinking they know me when they don’t. I don’t have very many friends because of my reputation and I just want a friend,” you pleaded, letting your body rest limp against Steve’s chest. “I want to feel like I’m wanted, not because of my status, but because of me. I’ll give away all of my money if it means I’ll be happier. I just want a friend.”

Steve pulled your body from his and glanced over your facial features, cupping your jaw with his hands and wiped your stray tears with his thumbs. 

“I’m going to be that friend, okay?” You nodded. “I’ll be there when you succeed and when you fail. I’ll be the one who remembers your birthday, the one who knows your favourite restaurants, and the one who you can complain to. I’ll be all of that.” 

He used two of his fingers to lift your chin to meet his gaze. Steve bent down to kiss the tip of your nose, afraid he might ruin things if he kissed you on the lips. You appreciated how delicate Steve was with you and wanting this moment to last forever. You removed his hands from your face so that you could interlock them together before guiding him to the couch. Steve got the hint and sat down, guiding you to his lap where you rested your head on his chest.

 “Are you feeling better now?” he asked again. 

“Much better,” you said, nuzzling yourself into his chest. “Thank you, Steve, for wanting to be my friend.” He looked at you and admired your sleepy state, wanting to hold you even tighter than he was. 

“You’re really cute when you’re tired,” he blurted out. You chuckled and sighed happily. 

“You’re always cute.” 

Steve seemed shocked at your bold statement and replied, but he noticed you were fast asleep. He grinned to himself and held you closer to him, falling asleep with the biggest smile on his face. 

“Happy birthday, doll.”


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FTM Passing Tips #2

Please excuse my poor humor (;

(Short dude problems)
I am with you, brother. Here are some tips for my homies:

- Shirts and pants with vertical stripes make you appear taller. Just don’t stand next to tall titan people.

- Tighter pants makes your legs look thinner, therefore making you look taller.  

- Nothing wrong with being short. You could land some clothes in the boys department. I found my favorite Avengers shirt in that section. 

- Creepers/platform shoes are so rad, man. They add a few centimeters to your height and look hella punk rock.

- Jackets and coats that cover your bunbuns are comfy, but they make you look short. Maybe you can add a pair of creepers and a beanie and call yourself a tall punk rock homie.

- If you find a pair of pants that are too long, you can fold the bottoms up.


More tips:

- Make sure your shirt collar isn’t too loose around your neck. Tightening your bowtie or tie might help make your collar shirt appear more of a good fit on you. But be careful not to tighten it too much.

- CHEATING BOWTIE TRICK: I used to sew bows for my sisters to put in their hair, and I had some leftovers without bobby pins. I had an idea to use a string and tie the bow around my neck as a ghetto bowtie and it looked like a fine ass bowtie. Search up “bow no sew tutorial”. 

After making a bow, just pull a string that’s long enough to tie around your neck comfortably through that little middle loop and tuck the tied string ends under you collar shirt. Tadahhh $5 or less bowtie :D

- Longer vests hide them curvy hips, bruh.

- Trench coats are nice. Makes you feel like a badass fallen angel (;

- Fixing the seams of your clothes can help make a better fit for your body. You can even take old, baggy clothes and resew them as new ones.

- TWEEEEEED. Tweed is good. Makes you look like a polished gentleman. 

- Newsboy hats are pretty swell. Easy fix for a bad hair day. 

- Caps and snapbacks are cool too. 

- There are several makeup tutorials on making yourself look more masculine. Just Google “crossplay” or “ftm” makeup. The main tips are to contour your jawline, nose, cheekbones, neutralize the color of your lips a little with a dab of concealer, and fill in your eyebrows. 

- *Morgan Freeman’s voice* OLD SPICE.

- A pair of oxford and chukka shoes can take you far with most outfits. Yes, even in pjs and sweats. Just watch out for the fashion police. 

- Binders are awesome and will flatten your chest.
DON’T USE ACE BANDAGES NO NO NO
And don’t get a cheap $10 binder from China on Amazon if you plan to wear one daily. I bought one, but the material was not elastic. I rarely wear it. But it works fine if you’re cosplaying.

- Sport bras are a good substitute for binders. The ones designed to compress breasts are even better.

- Socks can get you a male yoohoo bulge. And it’ll keep your yoohoo warm during the cold winter! It’s like a sweater for your yoohoo! Oh my god, I’m never getting a date…

- Watches are great. But POCKETWATCHES, MMM YAS

- Polo shirts look good. Darker colored polos will help hide your chest.

- KNITTED SWEATERSasdfgljkklhsda;

- You can get a lot of male clothes from WalMart or Target. Don’t underestimate Walmart’s clothing selections. You can get work out gear, Hanes or Fruit of the Looms boxers, briefs, superhero t-shirts for less than $10, plain t-shirts, basically a whole wardrobe at these two stores. So instead of going to GAP and spending half of your rent on a few things, you can probably get a cartload of clothes and stop by for a dvd and some snacks at Walmart. 

- If you want to start a new wardrobe, buy simple and neutral-colored clothes first. It’s easier to mix and match black, white, gray, beige, and navy blue colored pants and shirts together than say, green, mahogany, red, and light blue. 

- Check out minimal fashion. It’s simple and uses basic colors for each outfit, usually black and white. 

- H & M has a wide variety of nice-looking clothes. I would say it has a better quality and designs compared to Forever 21.

- If you’re too lazy or shy to shop around at the mall, try online shopping. 

- If you’re buying cheap t-shirts or any other clothing on Ebay or Amazon, MAKE SURE TO CHECK THE REVIEWS. I ordered a design t-shirt from China a few months back but it has never been shipped to me.

- AND WATCH OUT FOR THE SIZES. Check your measurements. Asian clothings are mostly one size smaller. Not all sizes are universal. A small size for males can be a medium for females. I bought a coat online WHICH IS PRETTY RISKY that was a size small but ended up being too big for me. Ended up Christmas gifting it for my dad.

- Barbershops are better for male haircuts than hair salons, or so I’ve heard.

- LONG HAIR CAN BE MANLY. PULL OFF A MAN BUN. KEEP IT DOWN AND LOOK LIKE A LEAD GUITARIST FOR A DEATH METAL BAND. TIE IT IN A LOW PONYTAIL, PUT ON A PAIR OF AVIATOR GLASSES AND A SUIT, AND VOILA YOU LOOK LIKE A BADASS HITMAN

Thank you guys for all the notes on my 1st FTM tips post. I felt that I’ve done good and offered a helping hand to people. You guys take care (’ v ’)/


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And here’s some more recent tips:

- Guys usually stick their chests outward and keep their shoulders back rather than hunch over. This posture would help boast your confidence.
- If you want to start working out but are afraid of working out in a public gym, find a work-out buddy to support you or exercise at home with free weights. USE YOUR SURROUNDINGS. TEXTBOOKS CAN BE USED AS FREE WEIGHTS. BENCHPRESS YOUR ELECTRIC GUITAR.
- Be careful when working out while wearing your binder. You may have to take longer breaks. If it helps, wear your binders a tad bit looser.
- Pick up dancing, martial arts, tennis, rock climbing, swimming, or any form of physical exercise to keep your body and brains healthy.
- When you’re coming up with a work-out plan, balance out cardio and weight-training days. You have to do cardio to help you tone your body.
- Some foods can help you lower your estrogen levels and increase your testosterone. Here are some: tuna, oysters, egg yolk, cabbage, asparagus, garlic, bananas, almonds.
- Lean your head back. Take a deep breath. Now exhale. You got this, man. Don’t worry. You look great.
- DONT LET NOBODY TELL YOU THAT THE STUFF YOU DO MAKES YOU LOOK FEMININE LIKE WTF GUYS CAN USE MAKEUP GUYS CAN KNIT AND COOK AND WEAR HIGH CROP TOPS THERE ARE NO SUCH THING AS GENDER LABELS DO WHAT YOU FEEL BE WHO YOU ARE AND FUCK ANYBODY WHO DENIES YOUR IDENTITY BECAUSE THE ONLY THING THATS INVALID IS THEIR FUCKING IGNORANCE

Nail Polish

Pairings:
Avengers x Child Reader
Background Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary:
The Avengers get their nails done. ‘nuff said it’s just a good ol fluff fic 

Tony and Bruce were both stationed in the lab, they were SUPPOSE to be doing important work but all you could hear throughout the lab was an echo of Tony’s laughter. Bruce was currently sitting AWAY from Tony and trying to do work in favour of ignoring him.

“I’m sorry! I can’t breath! I mean I’m not sorry at all! Tony bellowed at as he took another selfie with his disgruntled science bro.

“It’s not that funny Tony.”

“Yes it is!”

“You’ve been going on for 20 minutes Tony, I’m starting to get annoyed.”

“Oh! Do you think the green bean will come out?!” Tony only laughed harder, leaning over against the work bench as he clutched his stomach, tears forming in his eyes.

“Imagine the Hulk with nail polish!!!”

True to his word Bruce had on a messy coating of a shimmering purple nail polish. There were splotches of purple staining all across the tips of his fingers.

Bruce finally got up to move and began walking away. Tony quickly grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Okay okay okay! I get it. You’re being a good dad, the kids at that age. I won’t tease you anymore.” Tony said grinning at Bruce as he wrapped his arm around Bruce’s shoulder. He held up his other hand for a fist bump and Bruce begrudgingly gave in. Tony quickly grabbed the hand, displaying the nail polish in full as he snapped one more selfie.

“Starting now!” He chuckled as he wiggled out of Bruce’s grip and made his way back to his work bench, snickering.

When lunch time came Tony dragged Bruce out of the lab for a well deserved break, meeting up with the rest of the team (who weren’t on a mission) for “quality bonding time” and for Tony that meant some form of greasy food and today it was pizza.

“Mrs Banner has arrived for a visit Boss.” Chimed FRIDAY as the automatic door slid open.

“DAAAAAAAAAAADDY!”

A voice cried out as the pattering of feet thundered against the floorboards. Bruce quickly shuffled to his feet and bent down with his arms open as his 5 year old son dive bombed into Bruce’s arms. “Hey there champ!”

Calmly following behind him was Bruce’s wife and holding her hand was his 8 year old daughter. Bruce smiled and walked towards them. “Hey sunshine!” His wife said smiling as Bruce leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips, ignoring the “ewwwww” coming from his son.

Bruce watched as his daughter let go of her mothers hand and immediately went to crawl onto Vision’s lap and have a conversation with him. His daughter had taken after Bruce intelligence wise and with her calm and smart demeanour she had trouble making friends her own age. She didn’t see a point in interacting with anyone who wasn’t her brother their age so Vision was her best friend.

His wife held up her phone and across her screen all over social media was the selfie Tony had taken in the lab. She herself had a clear coat of nail polish with rainbow sparkles while their daughter had a deep ocean blue.

“Well!” His wife announced loudly gaining the other Avengers attention. “I saw how much our dear friend Tony LOVED Bruce’s nail polish and I said to myself you know what? I bet ALL the Avengers would love their nails done and we were just so excited that we came right down.” She grinned and raised her brows suggestively at Tony whose face dropped causing the others to snicker, Clint outright bursting into laughter.

“I love you.” Bruce breathed and hugged his wife after their son had ran towards the couches with his blue backpack clacking, filled with a variety of coloured bottles.

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“Auntie Nat gets sparkly pink because she’s the prettiest!”

“Oooh you hear that? I’m the prettiest.”

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“Uncle Thor gets red because it’s like blood!”

“A colour of battle indeed little one, certainly befitting to a warrior such as myself!”

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“Uncky Steve gets red, white and blue!!!”

Steve didn’t say anything but smiled softly at the choice that was made.

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“Uncle Buckyroo gets black because black is a cool colour!”

“This’ll come off metal right?” Bucky whispered to Steve and was gently nudged by him. “Uh, l mean I’m glad I get the cool colour, sport.”

———–

“Uncle Tony gets hot pink!”

“Wait, why do I get hot pink? Thor got blood!“ Tony whined, his face scrunched up, feeling offended.

“Because mummy said it was your faaaavourite colour but you would be too embarrassed to say so! Don’t worry uncle Tony I’ll keep your secret safe!” Tony felt his face get patted by the boys small pudgy hand.

“Yaaaaay.” He strained out as he glared at Bruce’s wife.

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“And and and Uncle Vision gets yellow!!! Because yellow!”

“He really likes yellow at the moment.” Bruce’s daughter stated, still comfortably perched on the Vision’s lap.

“Well then I am honoured to get your favourite colour.”

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The small child pouted as he looked at the bottles splayed out across the table.

“Uncle Clint I can’t think of what colour to do for you!” He cried out, looking up at Clint, nearly in tears.

“Aww come on buddy! Don’t be sad I have a great idea! I want the same colours as YOUR nail polish.” Clint announced, smiling as Bruce’s son looked up at him with the widest starry eyed gaze before grinning like mad.

“Okay!”

And just like that each individual nail on Clint’s hand was painted in a rainbow of different colours, perfectly matching the boys own.

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After everyone was done and dry Bruce’s wife proudly held up her phone.

“How about some selfies?”

Best. Internship. Ever

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3100

Author’s Note: FBI Stiles get’s me going and @mf-despair-queen gave me this idea and I just had to write it omg. I hope you guys enjoy this! Thanks to @rememberstilinski for proofreading this for me. She’s the best!


Originally posted by effingstiles


Quantico, Virginia. I’m finally here, at the FBI academy. I looked up at the white building, my stomach churning with excitement as I hiked my bag over my shoulder. I fixed the collar of my button up white shirt, placing the name badge over my head as it dangles from my neck. I waltzed into the building, staring at everything in sight as my eyes lit up, a wide smile on my lips.

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