how i'd like a girl to dress

One of the most annoying things is when random thirsty dudes hit on me, assuming that I’m interested because I dress in revealing clothes. Like ??? Just because I’m feeling my look doesn’t mean I have no standards. If I saw a shirtless dude I think I would be even LESS likely to talk to him because I’d be like “not worth it, he’s out of my league.” Basically goes back to the idea that if a (straight) woman gets rejected by a man, it must be her fault for being unappealing, if a (straight) man gets rejected by a woman, it must be her fault for being picky or bitchy or not giving him a fair chance. Anyway I hate dudes that think they’re entitled to anyone’s time or attention by nature of their existence

*wakes my bf up at 2 am*: hey babe isn’t it fucked up how they first introduced pidge as a girl who likes dresses and had her hair long and that she only had to cut it because she had to get into the garrison incognito and shit but people still label her as a tomgirl who straight up rejects every thing feminine like?? did we watch the same show???? just because she wears shorts and shit doesn’t make her any less of a girl babe listEN

Michael's SQUIP: The Kind of Guy I'd be Totally Into

Michael had been doing everything the SQUIP’s been telling him to for Jeremy. He joined the school play, he changed how he dresses and he’s started dating Rich Goranski. Rich is…uncharacteristically caring towards him. Like Michael had no idea that Rich had any mode other than homophobic asshole and jock stereotype #2. What Michael didn’t know was that this was the actual Rich. The one without any SQUIP telling him what to do, the one that wasn’t afraid to admit he liked boys as much as girls. Now Michael is starting to feel bad, he’s manipulating Rich into liking him just to get to Jeremy. At play rehearsal Jeremy takes Michael aside and starts The Kind of Guy I’d be Totally Into and of course he thinks Jeremy’s talking about him. As he goes in for the kiss he suddenly stops when instead of saying his name Jeremy says Christine. Of course it was Christine, it had always been Christine. Alright, the SQUIP thinks, it’s time to take things to the next level of the plan at Jake’s Halloween party.

The Signs as Simon Lewis Book Quotes
  • Aries: "Lately I've been cross dressing. Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know."
  • Taurus: "You know when someone prefers their own brother over you it isn't a confidence booster."
  • Gemini: "She has a boyfriend. Like, really, really, really has a boyfriend. The nuclear bomb of boyfriends."
  • Cancer: "Please don't ever tell Jace I said he was a badass."
  • Leo: "I don't like flat soda. I don't like crappy boy band pop. I don't like being stuck in traffic. I don't like math homework. I hate Jace. See the difference?"
  • Virgo: "I'd always hopes that when I said 'I love you' to a girl, she'd say 'I know' back, like Leia did to Han in Return of the Jedi."
  • Libra: "That you freed a possible criminal by trading away your brother to a warlock who looks like a gay Sonic the Hedgehog and dresses like the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?"
  • Scorpio: "I wouldn't give up loving you. Not for anything. You know what Raphael told me? That I didn't know how to be a good vampire, that vampires accept that they're dead. But as long as I remember what it was like to love you, I'll always feel like I'm alive."
  • Sagittarius: "He looks like he's thinking about something deep and meaningful, but if you ask him what it is, he'll punch you in the face."
  • Capricorn: "Is this where you tell me you're secretly in love with me? Vampire mojo strikes again."
  • Aquarius: "I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider."
  • Pisces: "I don't know who Azazel is. Isn't he the cat from the Smurfs?"

anonymous asked:

I consider myself a feminist. However, I slut-shame. I agree that people should be allowed to wear whatever makes them feel comfortable and obviously they shouldn't be raped or anything because of what they wear but I just don't think that it's classy to show too much just like I don't think that smoking is classy. I don't know, I believe in gender equality but I judge girls that show in my opinion show too much skin. But I'd also judge men if I felt they were dressing in a suggestive way x x

Do you really judge a man for showing too much skin? Because what is showing too much skin for a man? It’s not taking off his shirt and it’s not wearing shorts. You see there really is no way to judge a man for how much skin he is shopping until you get down to pure nudity. A woman is being judged before she even shows her shoulders. I have to ask why you think you have the right to judge a girl based on what she wears, what does her outfit do to you that bothers you? If she was forcing you into wearing something you weren’t comfortable with I get it, but when you see a woman walking down the street and she is dressed in a way that you deem “slutty” what is the impact it has on your life? Unless you have a really good one, I can’t think of how it impacts you at all. Before you can call yourself a feminist you need to reexamine how you think of women. Feminists don’t judge women based on what they wear. Human beings shouldn’t be judged on what they wear. The only thing a person should be judged on is how they treat the people around them. End of story. 

-The Daily Feminist 

Ouran High School Sausage
  • Tamaki: I'd still like my daughter, even if she had a sausage!
  • Kyoya: How much did Tamaki SPEND on the sausage?!
  • Haruhi: You're not my dad Senpai, and I don't have any Sausage.
  • Ranka: *looks at Haruhi* I'm very concerned about all of this sausage!
  • E'Clair: That cross-dressing bitch, she stole my man's sausage!
  • Mori: I'm a tall hot bitch but I never get the sausage...*looks at Honey*
  • Honey: Mori, what do they mean by sausage?
  • Hikaru&Kaoru: We're both gay gingers and we love each other's SAUSAGE!
  • Lobelia Girls: We like girls, we don't want yo damn sausage!

anonymous asked:

Hi. I'm a father of 3 girls, 1 aged 2, and 2 aged 5 months, and I'd just like you to know that you may inadvertedly be one of my biggest influences in how I'm raising them. Helping them become self thinking, confident women, unbound by society's boundries of how girls should act, dress and behave is very important to me, and you help by enlightening me of women's issues. I may not always agree with you, but you do help me understand some of the challenges women may face. So for that, thank you.

This is actually my favorite anon message I’ve gotten this year. Thanks for keeping an open mind, you’re doing the right thing for your daughters. 

anonymous asked:

Hi Viriaaa! You're so awesome! You're amazing and beautiful! As much as I'd like to keep describing how great you are, I can't because it can't be formed into words. Uhm.. This is just out of the blue. May I ask: are you a "good girl" in school? And do you get high grades? (If it's personal or something, it's fine if you don't answer this question. I would just like you to know the first part of this message.) :)

thank you!<3

umm..well, I was pretty good I suppose :D I was lectured for how I look and how I dress and how much make-up I have on veery often,(sweet teenage years) but my grades were decent:)  I had the average score of 9.2 out of 12 (well nobody had 12 though) when I finished. BUt nah, it was school._.

Now I suppose I am kind of..higher than average? Considering I still have my scholarship on, heh

anonymous asked:

Someone asked this of someone else but I'd like to see your take on it? Gail kisses Holly instead of Holly kissing her at the wedding. Something with Gail's thought process would be cool and instead of Holly leaving have some conversation afterwards? Thank you.

Gail could not believe the level of bullshit that was flowing out of her mouth.

“I mean, how does it work if two girls are getting dressed together?” She just couldn’t stop herself, but was surprised when Holly continued to humor her and her awful questions.

“I don’t know. How does it work with a guy?”

“I mean, if you live together, he gets dressed first, and then you… get dressed…” Gail was silenced by Holly’s laughing eyes, and she couldn’t help but laugh a little herself.

“Sorry stupid…stupid question.” She paused for a second and went to take a drink from her almost-empty glass of champagne. She was so curious, but she didn’t know how to put it all into coherent words. I should probably stop, she thought. And then without realizing what she was doing, her mouth opened again.

“What about if you want to borrow a dress or shoes or clothes?” she continued lamely. “Is that cool? Do you share each other’s things?” Gail looked over to Holly, trying her absolute best not to let her eyes flit all around the beautiful doctor’s face. What the hell is going on with you, she yelled inside, this is Holly. Your friend?

“Well, I wouldn’t share your things,” Holly said. Gail knew deep down that Holly was just trying to get a rise out of her, but that didn’t stop her from biting back.

“What is wrong with my things?” she demanded with a glare. She had style, she was cute—what exactly did Holly not like about her…things?

“Nothing,” Holly laughed, “they’re just not my style.”

“Oh, not enough fleece for you, Holly? Not enough backpacks?” Gail prodded. She felt like she was being left behind in the dust in this conversation. Holly was faster and smarter than anyone she’d ever met in her life, and Gail wasn’t used to it. She needed some control, and dammit, she was going to get it back. Holly laughed heartily, leaning her head back against the wall and looking back at Gail.

“I have plenty of fleece and backpacks. Enough to go around,” Holly said with a wink. Gail felt her skin flush and blood rise to her pale cheeks, all thought and rationale thrown out of the coatroom. She swallowed and chugged the rest of her drink. She was now 90% hormones and 10% champagne. Holly must’ve felt her nervous silence because she continued her teasing.

“Oh, c’mon, Gail. Make fun all you want, but you can’t lie that fleece is warm and comfy and-“ Holly was cut off by a pair of warm lips that couldn’t help themselves.

Gail had finally given in and kissed her.

It was chaste and fast, but a hurdle overcome all the same. Gail had acted on impulse, and now she and Holly were frozen in space, faces inches from each other.

“You’re weird, you know that right, lunchbox?” Gail said as she leaned back again and looked the opposite way. She had fallen back to teasing yet again to hide her nervousness. A line had been crossed in their friendship, and both girls knew that nothing would be the same ever again. Holly smiled in response and took Gail’s glass flute, refilling it with some more champagne from her own bottle.

“Maybe so, but a certain police officer seems to like it,” she said as she passed it back to Gail’s slightly shaky hands. Holly’s fingers lingered a little longer than usual on Gail’s. She looked deep in her eyes and Gail saw the shift as the dark browns turned even darker. Gail’s skin raised another million degrees, and she lifted the champagne to her lips again.

“No comment.”

Preference #189 LBD
  • Liam: ‘little black dress just walked into the room’ “Whoa lads, look alive. Big group of girls.” Louis said, sitting up in his seat, nodding his head towards the banquet doors. The band was at a wedding for one of their security team and had been surrounded by men all night, and were itching to dance with somebody. Liam ignored the guys all getting up and heading over, instead focusing on you,throwing your head back, gripping a friends arm as you laughed, and your dress moved around you. He seemed glued to his spot, even though he wanted to get up and introduce himself. Harry hit his shoulder lightly, “Black dresses. positively lethal, eh?” He quipped and Liam nodded slowly. He truthfully wasn't even paying attention to how brilliant you looked, he was more focused on the small smile and wave you sent him as you felt his eyes on you. he realized you were walking over, and he liked you more already for being so assertive. “That is a good suit. I’m ___.” You said, sticking your hand. “You have an amazing smile. I’m ___.” He replied, shaking it easily as you blushed.
  • Louis: ‘little black dress i won’t do you no harm.’ You felt a tap on your shoulder and you huffed, spinning around. “No, I don’t want another drink and you I don’t want to go somewhere ‘more private’.” You rattled off, taking in the bright blue eyed boy standing in front of you, one of his eyebrows raised. “You’re just in the way of the bar, love.” He smiled sweetly, making a blush work its way onto your face. You scooted to the left, letting him through to the bartender. He must’ve had a tab going because the bartender recognized him, pouring whatever he was drinking automatically. “Rough night on the douchebag front?” He quipped while he was waited. You nodded. “Thats unfortunate.” He said, smiling brightly. “If you would like, I refuse to buy you a drink and I insist on us staying right here in this overpacked club.” He added a minute later, nodding in thanks to the bartender. He seemed harmless. he had kind eyes and a large smile, and you felt more comfortable than you had all night. “What if I want a drink?” You asked, eyes sparkling as he chuckled. “I like you already.” He smiled, waving over the bartender again.
  • Zayn: ‘little black dress i can’t take anymore.’ You sighed on the curb next to him, glancing at his slightly bloody hand and the bruise forming near his eye. “Thank you.” You finally said as Zayn shrugged. “He was so much bigger than me, ___. Oh my god, next time call Liam.” he finally let out, and you giggled. Zayn talked a big game, but he truly was a softie. “My hero.” You said, resting your head on his shoulder. “Yeah, Yeah.” He muttered. “My fault for dressing like this anyways.” you said, gesturing to your fairly short dress. “No. It’s not. It’s his fault for being a pig. you’re not some prize to be won or some fucking toy. So stop saying that please. It annoys the shit out of me when you talk down on yourself.” Zayn said, moving the ice away from his eye, staring you down. you blushed under his gaze, shaking your head. “Thank you.” You laughed a bit, repeating yourself. “Stop thanking me for defending you. I’d do it in a heartbeat and you know it.” He mumbles. You smile, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, making him flush.
  • Niall: ‘i wanna see the way you move for me baby’ “Be careful there, you’re swaying.” Niall says from his spot on the couch. You frown, continuing to wipe down the TV with the rag in your hand. You hated dancing, you were just horrible at it, but you loved this song, and didn’t think he was paying any attention, so you were dancing a bit. “Whatever.” You huffed. He laughed, “We’ve been together six months and I’ve yet to see you dance.” Niall said, getting up and heading to the stereo and turning up the volume. “You’re going to see death before you see me dance.” You mumbled, as he ignored you, grabbing your hands, twisting the two of you slowly. “Niall.” You said warningly. “You made me try that one food that one time and I nearly threw up right after. You’re dancing.” He said, thrashing around, looking quite silly. You slowly decided to move with him as he grinned, pulling you closer to him. “It’s just me, silly girl.” he mumbled, pressing a kiss near your ear as you two continued to dance.
  • Harry: ‘little black dress, who you doin’ it for?’ “On a scale of ‘I don’t even care’ to ‘I better get down and grovel’ now, how good do I look?” You ask, tugging the the bottom of your dress, trying to stay steady in your chunky heels. Harry turns around from his spot at the fridge, his jaw going slack. “Mistake of the century good, love.” he says swallowing thickly. You smile widely. “Why? I mean, what’s all this for?” he says, gesturing at you. “I thought we were going to go see a movie.” He adds frowning. “My stupid ex boyfriend is at some club, and I am in the mood to piss him off. So go get dressed Styles, you’re on fake boyfriend duty.” He whines in the back of his throat, setting down the bowl of cereal he had. He knows there was no point in arguing with him, his long limbs already heading towards the stairs. You follow up after him, but he stops suddenly, leaving you bumping lightly into his chest. “You know this is a duty that I do daily. You might as well promote me to actual boyfriend.” he says quietly, toying with the fabric of your dress at your hips as you smile at him, laughing lightly.
  • notes: i'd like to thank whoever petitioned for this song to be on the setlist. (my bet is louis or harry) BLESS THIS SONG. BLESS THIS BAND. AND ALL THEIR GENETICS. hope you enjoyed!

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for petite girls on how to dress and look stunningly proportional? (I'd also like to acquire tips on styling snapbacks) Thank you very much! xx prosper well.

High-waisted skater skirt and a semi cropped sweatshirt will give an illusion of longer legs. A pair of heeled cutout ankle boots will also elongate and make your ankles appear slimmer. Hope this helped! 

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I saw him [Ryden's encounter at Adam Levine's party edition]
  • Ry: i saw him today
  • Bden: i saw him today
  • R: it seems like it's been forever
  • B: i wonder if he still cares
  • R: he looks better than before
  • B: i couldn't stop staring at him dressed like a gremlin, fucking ridiculous. he's a cute dork.
  • R: i asked how things are going, he's married now. nice girl, sarah.
  • B: i asked about his new girlfriend
  • R: i love her but i'd pick him over any girl i'm with
  • B: he's probably really happy. i am too.
  • R: i can't even look at him without crying
  • B: he couldn't even look at me
  • R: i told him i missed him, the good old times.
  • B: he didn't mean it
  • R: i meant it
  • B: he doesn't mean it
  • R: i love him
  • B: he loves his new girlfriend
  • R: i held him for the last time and told him it was good to see him
  • B: he gave me just a friendly hug
  • R: and then i went home and cried
  • B: then i went home with my wife
  • R: i lost him.
  • B: i love him, always will

anonymous asked:

I look back on stuff I said as a teen/young adult, and cringe. "I'm not like other girls", "girls are drama", "she dresses like a whore", because I didn't realize how eyes deep I was in internalized misogyny. I'd hope that who I am now, is never negated by who I was at 18...