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Captain America: Prejudiced Fans

Ok so rant post because this literally kept me up for hours last night.

Why is Tony Stark perceived as the Villain in Civil War?

There is no legitimate reason for this.

“But he made Ultron and tried to hurt Bucky!”

Ok, sit down. Let’s talk about Ultron, shall we?

If we REALLY want to discuss whose fault Ultron is, let’s go way back to this movie:

In this movie was a character called Loki, whom you may remember and might recognize as second from the left on this poster.

Loki was the main villain of the film, and Thor failed to incarcerate him at the end of the movie. Loki went on to bring the mind stone (AKA the basis for Ultron) to Earth. Therefore, it is Thor’s fault for not stopping Loki.

But let’s move on from that. Assuming that Thor couldn’t have stopped Loki, whose fault was it?

Actually, it is arguably still Thor, seeing as he brought the Tesseract back to Asgard at the end of the Avengers, but failed to grab Loki’s mind control stick on his way out the door.

Even clearing him of charges for that, we could argue that it’s Steve/Clint/Natasha’s fault, because I’m going to assume that SHIELD took the staff, and because of that, the staff found its way into Hydra’s hands.

Then we have Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

Let’s pretend that Steve/Clint/Natasha DID see the staff into SHIELD custody. Apparently they weren’t concerned enough about the fact that, y’know, SHIELD was actually Hydra and therefore Hydra had the staff of mind control in their possession, which makes it their fault. At this point,  Steve/Clint/Natasha becomes Steve/Clint/Natasha/Sam.

However, this STILL isn’t the end of the story.

Somehow, Thor fails to care about any of these developments in the Dark World, so it’s back to his fault.

The entire Avenger’s cast FINALLY cares about the fact that the Staff is held by Hydra when Tony comes back on the scene (huh) at the beginning of Age of Ultron, at which point Tony goes after the Staff. However, while this is the first point at which we could reasonably claim that it is Tony’s fault, we immediately switch over to this:

In case you weren’t freaking paying attention, this is Tony seeing an alternate past where the world ended and all of his friends were dead as a result of him not doing enough.

Immediately after this we get this line:

[Pietro and Wanda watch as goes Tony grabs the scepter]
Pietro Maximoff: “We’re just gonna let them take it?”
[Wanda smiles to herself as Tony takes the scepter]

Are you really going to tell me that little smug grin doesn’t belie that she knows exactly what’s about to happen? Even if it doesn’t, I’m pretty sure she said something to the effect of, “He’ll do what he thinks he has to” or something to that effect.

Therefore it is clearly Wanda’s fault.


Tony then asks Thor for permission to monkey around with the staff, making it Thor’s fault, and then Bruce and Tony work on the staff TOGETHER, making it JOINTLY their fault when Ultron comes to life.

So great, we have now found fault in every Avenger except for Rhodey and Pietro at this point.

Except, Tony/Bruce think that Ultron failed. The second they find out that he didn’t the Avengers mobilize and come fairly close to beating Ultron. Tony can easily out-program Ultron, because we’ve seen him literally hack his own equipment while fighting numerous opponents - one on one with Ultron shouldn’t be a problem.

But these two butts show up and proceed to compromise every single Avenger except Tony and Clint.


Wanda and Pietro are LITERALLY FIGHTING ON ULTRON’S SIDE FOR MORE THAN HALF OF THE MOVIE. So CLEARLY the fact that Ultron makes any headway at all is at least PARTIALLY THEIR FAULT, RIGHT?

Then we get the creation of Vision, supported by Tony, Bruce, Thor, and Clint and opposed by Wanda, Steve, Pietro, and Natasha. This is in spite of the fact that literally all Tony is doing is uploading JARVIS to a body, which should be a no brainer seeing as JARVIS has been immensely helpful since literally the earliest movies of the MCU.

We finally get Vision to wake up, and, what do you know, not only is he on the Avenger’s side, HE LITERALLY IS WORTHY TO PICK UP THOR’S HAMMER.

So if anything, this sequence should doubly absolve Tony Stark of guild: The success of Vision is proof that Ultron is not a mistake but rather a flawed prototype, AND Tony has just created the only weapon that will allow the Avengers to defeat Ultron.

We’ll note that he does not receive credit for either of these points, either in the movie or in the fandom.

Now, I would like to point out in spite of everything that has just been argued that Ultron is an independent being who is making his own choices and as such is the only person who can be blamed for his actions, triply absolving Tony of guilt. The only people who can legitimately be blamed here are Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, who chose to help Ultron fight the Avengers, but they should arguably be forgiven because they help to defeat him.

If I haven’t convinced you that Tony is innocent here yet, please message me so I can block you.

Now, on to Civil War.

The entire point of this movie is Steve saying “No superhumans shouldn’t be regulated because if they are then people might get mad at Bucky,” while the entire rest of the world is saying, “Yeah, we’d like a little oversight.” Like, yes, personal freedom and standing up for your values is great and all, but SHIELD had zero oversight and look what happened there - oh, right, people died, nearly including Mr. Holier-Than-Though Rogers and his best friend (it was still a great movie…). Yes, stand for what you believe in, Steve, but accept that there are systems in place for doing that. There are reasons that everyone in the military and in the government respond to someone else and are bound by certain laws, and superhumans should be too.

THEN, Bucky comes into the picture when he’s framed for a terrorist attack.

Does Steve go to any of his allies for help? Does he have Tony Stark or Nick Fury pull strings? Does he go to the government with the information he has about Bucky’s condition and ask for help? No, no, and no.

Queue Black Panther.

Black Panther believes that Bucky killed his father, so he decides to kill Bucky. Remember that.

We get a protracted series of fight scenes wherein, regardless of whether or not they were previously criminals, Steve and Bucky become wanted criminals and get themselves arrested alongside Black Panther, then everybody else gets themselves arrested.

Let us analyse the airport fight scene.

Steve has recruited a felon, Tony has recruited a teenager, I think those evils roughly cancel each other out.


On Team Tony, four out of five individuals depend on Tony for equipment.

Spiderman we haven’t seen before, but we know that Tony redesigned his suit. In addition, assuming that this movie Spiderman accurately reflects his comic book strength (which we can assume he does, seeing as he catches the airplane loading thing), he is obviously pulling his punches.

Then we have War Machine and Black Widow.

War Machine we have seen consistently demonstrating a single difference from standard Iron Man suits: automatic firearms.

However, in this sequence, we do not see him use the shoulder cannon once and we see him use his missiles only to address the fact that Giant Man is trying to smash him with a truck.

However, we see two NEW weapons: a sonic cannon and a stun baton, both of which are shown to be nonlethal.

Black Widow we see using her signature Widow’s Bites for the first time in her six movies in the Marvel franchise - again, non-lethally disabling Black Panther.

Are you really going to tell me that this is a coincidence? The only person we see attempting to use lethal force on Team Tony is Black Panther, whom we all know respects nobody.

Now, Team Steve.

Let’s start with Scarlet Witch, the MCU’s poster child for milking her perceived innocence.

We see her attempt to crush Tony under a bunch of cars, breaking his arm. We see her throw off Vision’s aim nearly killing War Machine. She very clearly has no qualms about killing.

Hawkeye is literally using explosive arrows throughout the fight scene.

Ant-Man tears apart the internal circuitry of one of Iron Man’s arms (possibly after the arm it contained was already broken).

Falcon is literally shooting at Spiderman.

Bucky punches at Spiderman full force.

And let us not forget Steve Rogers, who literally attempts to drop an airplane loading dock on a kid:

I mean come on.

Tony is literally the only one who ISN’T letting his anger get the best of him in this scene.

Then, in case you don’t believe me, let’s jump to the final fight scene in the abandoned Hydra base, shall we?

Tony is using distinctly nonlethal force here. If his goal were to kill Bucky, I guarantee you Bucky would be dead.

However, he uses his potentially lethal weapons in a nonlethal fashion, primarily to control where Steve and Bucky can and can’t go. His laser - which, friendly reminder, is powerful enough that he had to instruct War Machine to get out of the way - was used only to interpose steel girders between himself and Captain America. His tank missile, which is one of his iconic and most terrifying weapons, merely closed a loading door. Tony is not using lethal force - the worst thing he does is destroy Bucky’s arm, which is terrible, but worst case scenario, Tony can repair it. Yes, it is inflicting pain, but it is pain that is not dissimilar to pain that Tony has gone through himself.

That, of course, doesn’t stop Steve and Bucky from very willingly shredding his armor and, y’know, leaving him stranded in Siberia or wherever the heck that base was.

Now, final point, remember Black Panther?

Black Panther (incorrectly) jumped to the conclusion that Bucky had killed his father, and tried very hard throughout the duration of the movie to kill Bucky in revenge.

Tony WATCHED on FILM as Bucky slaughtered  his parents and still showed great restraint. Did he want to hurt Bucky? Yes, very much so.

Did he want to kill Bucky? No, he did not.

This is precisely why the “But he’s my friend”/”So was I” zinger hurts so freaking much. Even in his moment of insane pain, Tony did not want to hurt Steve. Yes, he wanted to hurt Bucky, but he knew that, if he killed Bucky, he would be hurting Steve, and, as Steve’s friend, he could not conscience that decision.

I will eternally maintain that Tony is the victim of Civil War, that Steve betrayed Tony, and that Steve does not deserve Tony’s forgiveness, and nothing anybody can say will ever change my mind.

Q&A Confessions // Conor Maynard

Word Count: 1808

Summary- You and your best friends film a Q&A, and it doesn’t exactly go as originally planned.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; School is starting soon, ugh! I’m trying to finish all these imagines by Tuesday, because once school starts it’s going to be hard to write. I’ll do my best to keep uploading, though. Feel free to keep sending requests as well, they just won’t be posted as frequently.

Requested; Yes.

req; Sorry I accidentally sent it before finishing it 😂 Can you write an imagine where the fans ship the character and Connor, and they secretly like each other but Connor thinks she has a crush on Joe because they’re inseparable, so he gets surprised and becomes speechless when she turns to him and asks him “When are you going to ask me out?” in a Q&A video they film with the squad after reading a fan’s question about that.


You laughed as Joe reminisced with you a childhood memory of the two of you back in primary school, and entered his flat, where the boys were already situated. You’d planned a night in with all the boys, but Caspar, being the klutz he was, managed to drop the case of beers you’d bought for the boys and smashed all the bottles. To say everyone was mad at Caspar was an understatement, You and Joe, being the ‘heroes’ of the group, had volunteered to run out to get last minute replacements, and you’d just returned.

You and Joe had known each other since birth, your mother being old friends with his. You were quite close with Zoe as well, the three of you considered yourselves as siblings, even if you were in no form related to the Suggs, you may as well have been, because you and Joe were basically twins in everything you did. From starting school together, to starting your YouTube channels together, and everything in between. You had common interests, talents, and overall were the same people, but opposite gender.

The fans knew this, and despite shipping you and Joe for some time, and being shut down by the two of you saying how you considered each other siblings in a Q&A, had finally moved on. Joe was returned to be considered for his previous ships, Jaspar and Joeck, while you hadn’t been shipped with anyone for awhile. Until recently, that was. Conor had asked you to sing a song with him for his channel, and to say the fans enjoyed it was an understatement. The new ‘buttercream’ ship was created, Y/N & Conor. Even the other boys shipped the two of you, and you didn’t mind at all.

You liked Conor, you really did. His voice was incredible, his sense of humor endless, his protective nature with Jack and Anna was heartwarming, not to mention he was really damn hot. The problem was, he seemed very uninterested or unwilling to be in a relationship. More often than not, you’d find yourself and him shooting flirty comments back and forth, but it never became much more than that. It was unfortunate, but it was life.

“Alrighty boys, now that we’ve got some refreshments, we have a video to film!” You announced, holding up your beer. Cheers were passed around, and the group situated around the couch. Conor, Joe, You, Jack, and Josh were sitting on the couch, while Mikey, Oli, and Caspar were sat in the front of the couch, on pillows, in between the gaps between your legs. Byron didn’t want to be in the video, but he said he would pop in occasionally. He started the camera for you, and with a wave, left the room. You all bid him goodbye, and you smiled as you were surrounded with your best friends, doing what you all loved to do.

“Alright, everyone! Welcome back to my channel!” You started, smiling brightly and waving, doing your typical intro. “Today I’m joined with a few losers, you might know them.” A bunch of “heys!” followed, and you smirked. “Just kidding. You may know these boys; Conor, Josh, Joe, Jack, Mikey, Oli, and Caspar!” You said, pointing to each one as you introduced them. “Byron couldn’t make it today, but he’s here somewhere. Anyways!” You said, clapping your hands together, making Joe and Jack, who were both next to you, jump. “Jeez, Y/N!” Joe said, putting a hand over his heart dramatically.

“Anyways!” You repeated, ignoring them. “We’ve all tweeted, snapchatted, and posted on our Instagrams, telling you guys to ask us questions using the hashtag askthebuttercreams, and today we’re going to be doing a big Q&A!” You said, proudly. “Let’s get right into the video, because this one is probably going to be very long because there are so many of us, but I’ll probably spend at least 3 hours editing so it’s a reasonable video.” You did a quick transition, and began the questions.

So far it had been going smooth, you all took turns asking and answering, you only being asked little questions like how you met, and little questions for certain buttercreams. Nothing terrible. “Alright, I’ve got the next one!” Jack announced, smirking. He scrolled through his twitter and picked a random tweet. You looked at him with raised eyebrows, waiting. “Lovingthebuttercreams96 asked, Why haven’t Joe and Y/N began dating yet? Come on, their chemistry is undeniable!” He read, frowning. You sighed, Jack said “Sorry, should’ve read it first.” “It’s fine, we should’ve just assumed it would be here. I’ll just edit this in between stuff out.” You said, repositioning yourself to prepare to answer. You failed to notice Conor’s immediate frown and discomfort, as he sent a glare Jack’s way, but recomposed himself when you began to answer.

“Okay guys, We’ve said this a bunch of times. We love you all, but please, Joe and I will never be in a relationship. I do not fancy him in any way shape or form, nor does he for me. We’ve discussed this personally, and we are basically siblings. I’ve grown up with both the Suggs, and they’re my second family. I could never see myself in a relationship romantically with Joe.” You said, side-hugging Joe and leaning your head on his shoulder. “It’s true, Y/N and I are basically the same person, everyone, including ourselves, think we’re twins. We may come from different families, but the way we grew up, we may as well have been twins. We appreciate your support, but it’s not happening.” Joe added, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

While this was being explained, Conor instantly felt guilty. He’d always had a massive crush on you; he could easily say he’d never felt anything for anyone like the way he felt when he laid eyes on you. Every time felt like the first. He got butterflies just watching you do simple things like vlogging or talking to him. He always thought he never had a chance, though, because of the undeniable chemistry with Joe. He’d known you said multiple times how it wouldn’t happen, but he couldn’t help but believe you fancied Joe. Now, he just felt stupid.

“Okay, I guess it’s my turn, and we’ll end the video after because this is already going to take me hours to edit.” You said, and the boys nodded in agreement. “Let’s see..” you muttered, scrolling and tapping on a random tweet. You smirked when you read the name of the twitter account, and locked eyes with Conor, a mischievous grin on your face. Jack and Joe both, in sync muttered a quick “ooooh.” “Oh god.” Conor said, pulling a terrified face and showing the camera. He sat up straight, with perfect posture. “I’m ready for my closeup!” He said, in one of his weird voices.

You laughed, and shook your head. “Alright, Conor. This question is from ccoonoorrmaynard. Wow thats some good spelling. Anyways, they ask, “Why haven’t you asked out Y/N yet?”” You froze, your cheeks flaring, you were not expecting that. Clearly, none of the other boys were expecting it either. Jack’s jaw almost hit the floor, Mikey was sweating (but then again, he always was), Josh looked like he had to pick a side, Caspar looked oblivious (as per usual), Oli had wide eyes, Joe looked at you worried as he knew about your crush on Conor, and Conor, you didn’t know how to describe him. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

You were bright red, and you wanted to cry. Obviously Conor didn’t like you; he’d never shown any interest, and you’d just humiliated yourself. “Nevermind.” You muttered, standing up to leave. “I’ll film an outro later.” You said, tears blurring your eyes as you ran out of the room. “Good going, Conor.” Joe said, standing up angrily. “What?” Conor squeaked, shaking his head. He’d zoned out, and now you were gone. “Conor, what the hell? That was your chance!” Jack said, stunned at his brother. “She doesn’t like me back, she was just reading a question.” He said, defeated. “You’re a bloody idiot, you know that? She’s liked you since you met!” Joe exclaimed, slapping a hand over his mouth after. He knew you were going to kill him when you found out he’d told. “Really?” Conor asked, surprised.

“GO!” All the boys yelled in sync, pointing to the balcony where you were crying. He sighed, and did as instructed. “Y/N?” He asked, warily stepping out. “Go away.” You said, but your voice cracked, and Conor instantly knew you were crying. He ran over, and spun you around so you were facing him. His heart broke at the tears running down your cheeks. “It’s nothing.” You muttered, mortified. Conor frowned at the heartbroken look on your face. “You know, I haven’t got the chance to answer that question, yet.” He said, unsure of himself. You looked at him, confused. “What?”

“I haven’t asked you out yet because I’ve been nervous.” He blurted, mentally cursing himself. He probably sounded like an idiot. “You? Nervous? You perform in front of hundreds and thousands of fans while you sing, you post videos online and you’re scared to ask me out?” You asked, ludicrously. “Yeah?” He said, suddenly very confused at your reaction. “Conor, I’ve liked you forever, and we’ve been flirting since day 1. How could I reject you?” You said, amused at how oblivious this boy was.

“You weren’t THAT obvious..” Conor defended, but as he looked back on his conversations with you, he realized it was quite obvious. “Oh.” He said, as he realized how stupid he must’ve looked. “Well, um, Y/N, this wasn’t quite how I was planning to ask, but..” He started, and you shook your head with a smile. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him down into a sudden kiss. He was surprised, but wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, kissing you back passionately. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against his. “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”

“Yes mate!” “Go Conor!” “How do we always manage to save his sorry ass?” You laughed at the boys, especially Jack’s last comment. “Now that that’s settled…” Joe said, winking at you. “C’mon boys, we have a video to finish, and I have a feeling it’s a Nando’s and football night?” You suggested, earning more cheers. As you all re-situated yourselves, Jack and Conor switched positions on the couch and Conor had an arm around your waist, while Joe had one around your arm. You finished the video, and spent the night leaning against Conor’s chest, watching football with Nando’s, with your favorite boys in the world, and you wouldn’t change any of it for anything.

~legit don’t know what to title this!~

Pairing: Ryan x Reader

Summery: Haters get the better of you. Ryan is there to help

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2090

A/N: Hello there gang! Long time no see since my last fic I just had the motivation for this one so please give me some feedback if you liked it my lovelies! ily all <3

You’d been working as an editor for Achievement Hunter for a few months now, mostly working on the Minecraft Let’s Plays and Let’s Watch. Let’s Watch was a pretty easy series to edit as most of the time you were just cutting the audio into sync. It was a slow day in the BTS office so you were sitting in the corner on a bean bag chair reading one of your favourite books.

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Who is Juvia’s Place?

Hey beauties! Today I have a very informative blog regarding an extremely popular and upcoming brand.  This brand seemed to take over out of nowhere, popping up all over instagram’s explore page.  I am referring to the one and only company: Juvia’s Place.

What made Juvia’s Place so attractive to so many consumers? Two things: packaging and quality.

I remember the first time I laid my eyes on that beautiful Grace Jones, Queen Nefertiti, blackity black queen’s face on that sea foam green background. I was on youtube, and there was a video about something called “The Nubian Palette”.

“The what?” I asked myself, in disbelief, “Is that…is that makeup?” I clicked the link, and before I knew it, I was lost in a sea of swatch videos, and I didn’t want to find my way out.

“So your ordered one, right?”

Uh no. Not yet.  As I became familiar with The Nubian Palette, both 1 and 2, I noticed a really STRONG black/african theme.  I connected with everything about the products, including the character they created, the colors they included….I mean there’s even a color called Kenya…I’m KENYAN!  The only problem was, I couldn’t find anything about the actual owners of the company. At first I assumed Juvia’s Place was black owned…though after research I started to become skeptical.  How do I know this product wasn’t developed in China, or privately labeled by a company that just wanted to target black women?

Fast forward April 2016. I get on Facebook to see the comment section of Juvia’s Place’s social media going crazy.  A bunch of comments about customer service and experience, but they all seemed to be revolving around the same situation.  Before I could figure out the source, or what actually happened,the facebook page was deactivated.

I went to Instagram to see if I could find any information there, and sure enough there was a story about a customer who won a free palette, never received it, and then received nasty messages from the growing business.

I did make a video about my thoughts about the situation at the time:


In a nutshell, I read an extremely hard to follow text exchange and then explained my perspective: Under no circumstance is there ever an excuse for a company to be rude to a customer. I then went on to explain how my feelings may vary, depending on if the company was black owned or not.

Fast forward to today, when the owner of Juvia’s place is in my inbox, thanking me for my review.  

I was completely thrown off.

I asked her if I could talk to her about Juvia’s place for my blog, and she was more than willing to answer my questions.  I immediately got a super, down to earth vibe from the woman who turned out to be ChiChi, the owner.

She confessed that she normally doesn’t do interviews because she’s shy.  I was geeked.  I started with the question that had been on my mind from day one:

COGL: “So you’re black owned, right?”

JP: “We are a universal company, we don’t see color”

COGL:  “But you’re targeting black women. You don’t feel like using the image of an African Queen on your palette is manipulative?”

JP: “Manipulative? How’s that? I’m won’t go into a race argument, to be honest.”

COGL: “Women of color are more likely to purchase from companies they believe are black owned. Your shadow color selection, website logo, and packaging suggest that you’re for women of color.  It’s cool if you’re not black owned, at this point I don’t think anyone would support you less, but if you’re not, maybe you should be a bit more transparent about it.  If you’re a non person of color, I can see how you genuinely wouldn’t understand that. No argument.”

JP: “As a matter of fact, Juvia’s place is black owned, I’m West African. But the goal is to deliver top notch products, and to not dwell on race.”

Then, and only then, did I fall in love.  I told her I was Kenyan, and then the spirit of the motherland personally tied our souls together…then we got to the good stuff.

COGL: “Are you guys based out of America?”

JP: “Yes, currently New Jersey.”

COGL: “I’m actually writing an article about color diversity and segregation in the makeup world. I’d love to include you in that.  It was really important to me that you were black owned, because I connected to your products, you know? But to know that you’re a black company who STILL wants to be diverse, thats really amazing.”

JP: “A lot of our products and new launches will emphasize the beauty of blackness, yet will have such a good quality they will be universal and cater to all skin tones.  So yes, we are black owned. Yes we do emphasize on black as a culture AND we will break boundaries by reaching other cultures through our beauty and quality.”

Be still my heart.  

COGL: “Launches? Do you want to talk about expansion?”

JP: “Yes we plan on expanding in the nearest future.  We’ve been growing very rapidly, so it will be a positive future.  We plan on releasing new product lines, and new collections that cater to all women, but especially women of color.So thankful for the chance to speak with her, I didn’t know how to bring up the elephant in the room: their deactivated Facebook and the rumors of flawed customer service.  

COGL: “Did you want to clear up what happened with the young lady and your employee? Or I can leave that out all together?

JP: “ I think people will ask about it. Firstly, It should have been handled differently.  I know it should have been handled differently”

I could tell ChiChi didn’t want to focus on the negative for too long, but she was nice enough to give her company’s side of the situation. (Personally, I had already forgiven the situation since she took responsibility for it.)

In a nutshell:

The woman who claimed to win a giveaway, didn’t necessarily win a contest.  Her husband had reached out to Juvia’s Place, claiming that his wife was a hardworking new mother, and he’d love to surprise her with the palette. Juvia’s place sent not one, but two palettes.  Chichi explained that she sympathized with the customer because she too is a mother.  Nevertheless, said customer claimed to never have received either palette, and continued to post negative comments on the company’s Facebook, instagram, and on the personal conversations of Juvia’s Place’s customers.  Somewhere, within the midst of the pandemonium, the conversion between the customer and Juvia’s Place occured. As a result Juvia’s place continues to receive hate messages, along side racist messages every time they try to reactivate their Facebook account. ChiChi confessed that she’s thought about uploading a picture of the tracking information, as proof of her honestly, but she’s letting the situation pass.  

Absolutely inspired, I thanked Chichi for all of her time. I am so excited for this company, and so excited to see it grow.  With it’s intention to be for all women, Juvia’s Place, no doubt has a bright future ahead.  I 100% support this company, and am so thankful they reached out.

Hope you enjoyed todays blog! See  you soon!

009. Youtuber Preferences: Favorite Outfit

This was a request. Thank you so much. Helped me get some YouTuber mojo back.


“Are you all ready? It’s about to get very girlie up in here.” Looking directly into the camera, Caspar stood in front of you while you opened up the two doors that led into your very packed wardrobe. It had been requested by a variety of his followers on Twitter that you do a video with him and specifying it be something fashion related since people commented that you had cute accessories when you were in his video. It wasn’t something that you hadn’t realized about yourself, but since Caspar promised a foot rub if you did it, you happily obliged. 

“Oh, thanks for cleaning up for us, [Y/N]” Your boyfriend joked as you revealed your not so huge closet, but very large collection of garments. A few pairs of folded jeans fell to the floor almost as soon as the door opened up. Rolling your eyes at him, you bent over at the waist to pick them up. 

“Well, I guess we’ll start with jeans…” You laughed, slapping your hand over the folded three pairs. “I believe these are all…yep, they’re all Paige jeans. That’s my favorite. It’s pricey, but they last.” Talking to the camera, you bobbled your head back and forth on your shoulders. All you wanted to do was ask Caspar to do all the talking since you hadn’t a clue if you were actually very entertaining. 

“They look nice on your bum, too.” Caspar added in, his hands already going through your main rack and taking a look around. “This is weird…” He pulled out an orange sweater with an array of poms sewn on it, tossing it over his shoulder in your direction, but it fell down to your socked feet so you bent down and picked it up. “You have a lot of weird jumpers…” He noted, mumbling to himself. “My girlfriend is just a weirdo.” He looked over his own shoulder and whispered to the camera. 

“You have weird taste, too. I’ve done your laundry.” You were on the ground, sitting on your knees, putting away the jeans and jumper neatly on the floor. 

“Oh this, I remember this.” Caspar completely ignored your comment and pulled out a cotton playsuit that he considered to be quite tribal. “I like this a lot. You wore this all over Florida around PlayList Live, remember?” It was a rare moment of seriousness, Caspar shifting his attention between the garment in his hand and you on the floor. “You had your big sunglasses on and your flippy-floppys…you looked good.”

“Awh, thanks, doll.” You blew him a kiss from the floor, but Caspar slipped right back into his default setting of being a clown and fixed you with an uneven stare. 

“I said you looked good. I’m not going to date you.” He joked and put the romper away, going back to scouring through all your things.


On your bed, flipping through one of your old Vanity Fair magazines, you could hear Finn groaning plainly, but it didn’t make you hurry out from behind the divider any faster.

“Finn, be patient.” You hissed while wiggling your black skirt over your hips. “It’s not like I’m just meeting your parents, I’m meeting your entire family.” It was his and Jack’s birthday dinner coming up and all of his relatives would be there. You two hadn’t been together very long and you wanted to make a great impression, not just a good one. Jeans and a crisp floral blouse would make a good impression and that just wasn’t enough.  

“You could show up in hot dog costume. They won’t care.” He grumbled, closing your magazine as he came to a picture of Anne Hathway and tossing it lightly to his feet that were hanging over the end of the bed. “We’re not going to make it to the movie if you take any longer.” He pointed out, causing you to poke your head out from behind the divider to see the time on your clock. He was right. You two were pushing it. 

“Okay, well is this okay?” You rushed out, pulling your dress down and the hem of your shirt, not sure how you felt about the two together. “I won’t wear these shoes obviously.” You nodded down at the silver pair, a random gift from one of your friends just because. 

“I like the shoes.” Finn commented, looking away from the skirt you were moving back and forth at your sides to see the kitten heels. “I think this is nice.”

“Are you just saying that because you’re bored and want to go?” With your head tilted to the left, you asked him with a serious stare. 

Finn sat up completely and rested his feet on the ground, reaching out his arms for you to take hold of his hands which you happily did out of reflex. 

“Nope. I like this. You look like a princess off duty or something.” He laughed, not sure if that sounded very fashionable or not. Finn would never claim to know anything about trends and beauty, but he knew what he liked and he liked your ensemble. 

“Okay. Let me change back into my jeans and we can go…” You went to rush back behind the divider, but his hands stayed over yours and kept you in place. 

“No. Wear this out. I like this.” Nodding, he urged you before standing up right in front of you and leaning forward to rest a kiss on your unglossed lips.


He loathed following you and Zoe around on one of your many shopping sprees. While he was happy you two were in your element, it felt like torture to Joe. He always just offered to sit in the nearest Costa, drinking hot chocolate and eating biscuits, while you two went about spending and trying on everything you could. So, he didn’t complain when neither you or his sister asked him if he wanted to come along this time. He happily sat at home on his computer editing his latest video.

“Hey, where’s [Y/N]?” He didn’t move, just called out when he spotted Zoe back in the house, walking by his room with a few shopping bags in hand.

“She went home.” Her voice like a song, Zoe answered back from her next door room. 

Joe had just assumed you would come over and he wanted to ask your opinion on a few different clips for his videos since you never just agreed with him, you were very open with your ideas and opinions. He picked up his cell phone from behind him, resting on his pillow, and texted you to come over. 

It wasn’t until after you had had supper with your own family that you came by the Suggs house, feeling quite lazy. You hoped that Joe would be feeling the same and you both could just lie down together, watch game shows and talk about nothing. 

“Thanks for greeting me at the door.” Sticking out your tongue, you caught him off guard as you entered his room. “Your Mom answred it and said you were up here being a hermit.” You walked in happily, feeling quite comfortable in your boyfriend’s bedroom as you had spent countless hours in there before. 

Joe’s eyes never left you, but you couldn’t exactly locate what part of you they were on. Did you have food in your teeth? A grass stain on your bum? Maybe, he thought you looked fat? Maybe he wasn’t used to your hair up. 

“What?” You turned to face your whole body to him, dead on, and studied his perplexed face right back. 

“You look really good.” After swallowing hard down his throat, he admitted to you as if he had never seen you look nice before.

“I think you’ve just been staring at the computer all day. I’m the first live women you’ve seen all day besides your mom.” A funny refusal to a compliment, you rebutted before climbing onto the bed and sitting right down beside him, ready to help him upload his video to the world. 

“No. You just look good. I really like…” He motioned up and down to the perimeter of your body silently. “This. Whatever this is. You look great. I wish the sun was still out, I’d take you out and show you off.” He swung his hand behind you, pulling you nearer to him by the waist and kissed you slower than usual. You had just been expecting a peck, but he took his time and acted like your mouth was a leisure game. 

“Well, I’m glad I picked this up today then.” Smirking into the kiss, you managed to murmur. 


He likes you when you’re at your comfiest because it reminds him of the morning the two of you met. He was biking to the nearby diner, a family owned greasespoon, to meet with Louis, Ben, and Finn, and was peddling as fast as he could, a little worried he would be late and a little excited to pitch his ideas. 

His tires screeched against the pavement when he abruptly stopped in front of the spot, walking his bike to a sign that he could chain it to. After locking it up, he wiggled the cell phone from the pocket of his black trousers and spotted two unread texts. One from Ben saying he was stuck in traffic and one from Louis that said that he was on his way, but that his friend, [Y/N], was there and had a table already. The diner was a hot spot on weekend mornings, known for their delicious buttermilk pancakes with strawberry sauce and extra greasy sausages. 

Jack looked around the crowded place, noise coming from every corner not unlike it did in his brain, but he wasn’t sure who he was looking for. It took him from a moment to spot you, bundled up in layers with your hat still on, waving at him from a booth in the back. You were reading a torn up paperback, holding it open on page 186 with your other hand with a plate of maple french toast in front of you, powdered sugar covering the pieces like snow.

“Hi, I’m Jack…” He grinned, reaching out to shake your hand.

“I know. Hi.” From ear to ear, you grinned back and quickly wiped your syrup licked fingers on a napkin before returning his handshake. “[Y/N.]” Quickly, you introduced yourself. “Excuse my outfit, or whatever you want to call it,” Babbling, you looked down over yourself and chuckled. “My room mate took my clothes out of the wash and left them on the floor, so I got creative. And Louis didn’t tell me I’d be meeting a bunch of people.”

“You look great. You look very warm.” Jack noted, not at all concerned by your attire, since he meant what he said. It was a nice day out, but the air conditioning was blasting through out the diner. “Are you and Louis a thing?” He asked while putting his messenger bag down by the chair he had chosen, located right across from you.

“No, no, no, no, no….” Almost instantly, you told him and shook your head along with your answer as if to emphasize it. “We’re just buddies." 

"Good.”  He was pulling out his laptop, smiling to himself. Jack didn’t usually ask people about their relationship status as soon as he met them, but it was the way  you had spoken about Louis before and, maybe, he also wanted to know what you looked like outside of your cozy clothes.


“I don’t recall the choreography calling for so much butt grinding…” Looking behind you, you stared right at Mazz as your noses touched. You two always flirted even when the dance didn’t call for it, but you two always seemed to be dancing together and you didn’t mind in the slightest. 

“You can’t be rocking those little shorts and not expect a boy to be on you like Miley to a pole…” He quickly responded with somehting that only he would say, his fingers tapping at your hips as he held onto them for dear life. You already knew that Mazz liked your boots, commenting on them a few days ago when you two had met up for drinks with friends, but now you would have to remember to wear the shorts more often.

“I have seen girls in far shorter…” You noted, pulling away from him to rush across the studio floor and pause the song as you were both distracted now. 

“Yeah, well they don’t look as good as you.” Simply stated, as if he was reciting the words of God, Mazz confidently said. He was sliding across the floor, dipping his head and then looking up at himself in the wall mirror. He looked up and over to his side to see if you had just watched him, he wanted your opinion, but you were bent down at the waist, hovering over his plugged in Ipad, and searching through his songs. Mazz licked his lips and walked right over to you, latching his hands onto your sides and pressing himself against you. “I think the dance requires you to touch your toes a little more.” He snickered and while you rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help yourself but wiggle your butt to and ‘fro just to bother him.