i really love this dress though

So i’m kinda mad??? It’s for a silly reason, 

 I have this super cute dress that i got from an overseas cousin, the thing is, even though the pattern was lovely, and the length of the skirt was just right,

the neck hole was awfully low. It was really low.

I haven’t worn this dress at all, and there were occasions where it was perFECT TO WEAR BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO JUST BECAUSE OF HOW LOW THE NECK HOLE THINGY WAS

but it turns out that i’ve been wearing it the other way around. 

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it’s a low back dress

Seven on Sunday

—I got to see the beach today!!!i wasn’t allowed to walk on it though. Maybe next time. Baby steps for the cave dwellers. Daughter was dressed as though she was expecting hot apple cider and a campfire. It’s 90 degrees and humid.

—I would like a career that entails going to concerts all the time. I really, really love going to concerts. The Who was nothing short of amazing, as you know if you follow me on any other social media–as I bombarded everyone with photos and videos. I only hope I have half the energy of Pete Townsend and Roger Daltrey when I’m 73.

—That said, I have a few questions: at what age do you stop standing and dancing at concerts where you’re really enjoying the music ( because I haven’t yet, but everyone around me seems to have lost their enthusiasm)? Also, what kind of special fiber is used that would cause a concert t-shirt to cost $40+ dollars??? Because what the actual fuck?? No, I didn’t buy one. But I really, really wanted to.

—Meanwhile, BIL and husband took issue with a gentleman sitting next them for standing and dancing, even going to the level of having the usher check the tickets to see if the guy was in the right seat. Ugh. Really?? Can’t we all just get along?? Then BIL told other SIL to be quiet because she was talking during the opening act. *shakes fist and tells kids to “Get off my lawn!”
Potential is high to become cranky old farts–very unlike Pete Townsend. Just saying. I tuned out the noise and focused on the music and had a great time anyway.

—I wanted to get in the pool today, but neighbors are home, thunderstorms are threatening, and NASCAR is a pain in my ass. So I’m sitting in the living room in my bathing suit waiting…

—Weird how I have these conversations about setting goals and priorities and everyone agrees…and then completely forgets the conversation. It’s getting old.
Or maybe I’m just going senile and imagining all of this. Doubtful, but I’m not ruling out anything.

—I need a trip somewhere. Where should I go? Gimme your best ideas. And go…

Happy Sunday, my friends!! Game of Thrones countdown starts….now. ;)

anonymous asked:

What are your top 5 favorite AUs you've written about with transformers or any other fandom?

Oh, gosh!  XD  Hmm, let’s see…

Merformers/Faeformers:  I can’t pick!  I love them both!  There’s just so many different things you can do with them!  And I’ve already started coming up with some designs in my head.

Yandere Family Au:  For some reason, I just really want Knock Out and Breakdown to adopt Jack.  Lmfao!  XD

Lost Light Yandere Au:  So many bots, so little time.  Though Chessmaster Rung and Creeps McGee Getaway will always be my favorites.  

Human Songbird Au:  It’s got frilly dresses, scary robots, and human birdcages.  Need I say more?  

Swindle’s Human Pet Business Au:  I just love Swindle to pieces!  ^___^  Especially if Lockdown is involved.


Bonus: The Disney/Fairytale Au’s I’ve been working on, but haven’t shared yet.  (I’ll get them posted on here one day, I promise!  XD)

Yesterday I had the great opportunity to meet one of tumblr friend, the gorgeous @nellaey  who lives 6h away from my home city. 

She went to pick me up so she could show me some parts of the city - or more like so I could get to know the best place to go shopping. It was a normal day, really. But I got to spend it with her, the sweetest, nicest girl ever and I was so glad to be able to meet her like this. It’s been so many hours with us just talking and laughing and getting to know each other on a personal level, trying on dresses or flipping through books; making fun of book covers and slurping hipster starbuck shakes. 

And I love how we immediately clicked, soon becoming very sarcastic and natural. It was sad though, that I had to go back today.

Thank you so much for this day, I really treasure it and I hope we meet again soon, so we can go to that gorgeous sushi bar again.

things girls do that are attractive that are not dainty or typically feminine:

  • yell angrily about some shit they’re fired up about and make good points but really angrily
  • yell excitedly about something they’re excited about
  • accidentally hit things because they are Too Damn Excited
  • put their hair in a messy ass hairdo because it’s convenient
  • focus hella hard on some project or whatever that they’re doing
  • strong athletic muscle sports thing. i can’t personally relate because i’m weak but you keep going, strong muscle athlete girls
  • call out men on their bullshit
  • when they give a goddamn point-by-point speech to call men out on their bullshit and you can see it in their eyes that they are not fucking around today
  • sing while walking around even though no one is really listening and no one asked but they actually have a really good singing voice
  • flip their fucking shit when they see a cute animal
  • make terrible, terrible choices about nutrition and diet and have zero regrets
  • wear mismatched awful fashion that just looks bad. i genuinely love that tbh
  • wear fashion that looks Great but it doesn’t fit the setting like fucking cosplay or fancy dresses or suits in casual settings. like they just do not care it’s good
  • do something utterly silly that little kids do, like run to jump into a puddle or color with crayons, and are just happy about it
  • when there’s a class discussion and somebody says some wrong shit and they just say “actually!!! you’re wrong!” and don’t back down
  • talk about some thing that men make fun of women for caring about, like fandoms or cute singers or makeup or literally anything, and don’t hold back even though someone is rolling their eyes

anyway i’m worried some of this sounds sarcastic because tumblr is fond of mocking girls for bad fashion and things but i genuinely find all of this attractive. feel free to add

Foreign

Plot: Jimin always thought his traditional Korean girlfriend was perfect – that was, until he realized how beautiful foreigners could be.

Pairing: Idol!Park Jimin x Backup Dancer!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Notes: I based this off of every single MTL I have seen of BTS dating a girl of a different race or a girl of color – Jimin always seems to be one of the people who were least likely to date one. I definitely do not think that Jimin is this ignorant in any way. This is only a work of fiction. This is for all the international beauties! 2,536 Words

Familiar | masterlist

Originally posted by bwipsul

“Oppa, I’m missing you so much!”

“I’m missing you too, my love. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few days, okay?”

One of the worst parts about tour was leaving lovers behind. For Jimin, it wasn’t only his lover, it was his home. He enjoyed tour, performing for all of the ARMYs around the world, going on stage; but he wasn’t a huge fan of being in a foreign country. He didn’t know English that well, and he wasn’t fond of being in a place where he couldn’t understand anything. 

“I know,” The soft voice of his significant other brought pink to his cheeks. “Call me when your rehearsal is over.”

“I will, I love you,” He glanced at the leader of his band, who was calling him over.

“I love you too.”

With that, he had ended the call with a sigh, and headed over to his band. It hadn’t even been a few minutes since he cut the call, and he was already missing her – a thought he had experienced after each long-distance conversation with his lover. The short male shook his head and got his head back in the game, his eyes going up to meet a group of people dressed in black.

“This is your dance crew for this city,” The manager announced to the band. “Not all of them know Korean, so if you have an queries, just talk to Jihoon. He is the leader.”

“We understand.”

Once that brief introduction was done, they were all left to their own devices for a few minutes, whilst the leader of the dance team talked to the leader of the band. Jimin had let himself scan over the people he would be working with; not that he would talk to them, he was just curious and bored. Most of them had masks on – no one had really caught his eyes, except for one person. 

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harlots // charlotte’s fuchsia dress

THE SIGNS AS ELECTRA HEART LYRICS

Aries: Think you’re gonna break my heart. Think you’re funny, think you’re smart. Yeah, you may be good looking, but you’re not a piece of art. - “Power and Control”

Taurus:  Yeah, I wish I’d been a, wish I’d been a teen, teen idle. Wish I’d been a prom queen fighting for the title. Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible, feeling super, super suicidal. - “Teen Idle”

Gemini:  I guess you could say that my life’s a mess, but I’m still looking pretty in this dress. I’m the image of deception. - “Homewrecker”

Cancer:  Lies, don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know, oh. I can’t let you go, can’t let you go, oh. I just want it to be perfect, to believe it’s all been worth the fight. - “Lies”

Leo: Living life like I’m in a play, In the lime light I want to stay. I know I’ve got a big ego. I really don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though. - “Primadonna”

Virgo:  I never sang for love. I never had a heart to mend because before the start began, I always saw the end. Yeah, I wait for you to open up, to give yourself to me, but nothing’s ever gonna give, I’ll never set you free. - “Starring Role”

Libra:  I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out ‘cause that’s what young love is all about. So pull me closer, and kiss me hard. I’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart. - “Bubblegum Bitch”

Scorpio:  Born with a void, hard to destroy with love or hope. Built with a heart, broken from the start, and now I die slow. - “Valley of the Dolls”

Sagittarius:  When you’re around me, I’m radioactive. My blood is burning, radioactive. I’m turning radioactive. My blood is radioactive. My heart is nuclear, love is all that I fear. - “Radioactive”

Capricorn: And now I see, I see it for the first time, there is no crime in being kind. Not everyone is out to screw you over. Maybe, oh just maybe they just wanna get to know you. - “Fear and Loathing”

Aquarius: All my life I’ve felt it deep inside of me. All this time was fighting for what I believe. All my life I’ve tried to hide what history has given me. - “Sex Yeah”

Pisces:  All I really want is to be wonderful. People in this town they, they can be so cruel. I live my life inside a dream, only waking when I sleep. If I could sell my sorry soul, I would have it all. - “The State of Dreaming”

potato-pig  asked:

Hello Charlie! You're one of my favourite artists, you really inspire me and I love your art! I was wondering though, how did you get so good at designing and drawing clothes, esp that realistic fantasy style? What inspire you when it comes to that?

Thank you! <3

Dang, that’s an interesting question! I don’t really think about it all that much. There are a couple of things in my art approach that feel like they’re innate and they’re just… there. Instinctual I guess. Clothing being one of them - but I’ll try and explain it anyway!

I think I’ve always gravitated toward practical outfits. Even if I’m drawing someone in a ridiculous pretty dress I’ll always be thinking about how it’s made, in the back of my head. What fabric it might be made out of, where the seams are… real thrilling stuff. And more often that not I don’t draw the showy / fancy pieces - I end up going for simpler styles.

I also love movie outfits because they tend to be more outlandish in design, but they’re still real - someone still had to make them. LOTR for fantasy deisgns (that are real world and look practical and believable.) Anytime anyone puts a lady in armor I’m all in - GOT. Snow White and The Huntsman (even!) … just, anything that tickles your inspiration bones I guess.

I don’t sit around watching runway shows but I get tons of inpiration from it. Haute couture can be kind of mind blowing, if you’re ever stuck for inpiration. Even just the gorgeous textures and patterns are something you can work into designs without them being over the top. I actually have a book to recommend here too! If you want crazy, fantasy style dresses (which actually exist real-world) grab Alexander McQueen’s Savage Beauty! It’s just… I don’t even have the words:

It’s the perfect mix of fantasy and real world (everything I aim for at least!)


Dating Enoch O’Connor would include #3

Requested by anon

First part can be found here

All parts can be found on the navigation section of my about me :^)

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- I don’t know if i mentioned this before but he’d be s o s o s o s o nervous about you two because he really likes you and he doesn’t wanna fuck up

- Him literally saying he loves you 5,000 times a day ?? like literally.

- “Hey Jacob wanted to-” “Absolutely not sorry.”

- Him picking out which dress you should wear on the off occasion you actually wear one

- I feel like the way he’d hold your hand is really odd ? Like not the normal kinda side hand but the full on lacing your fingers together? Kinda like this ??:

- Also the way you’d cuddle would actually be the cutest thing ever. Like you’d face each other, you two would probably giggle and talk about random things. Like even though he’s usually really cruel to everyone, he’s really sweet when it comes to you, especially when you two cuddle:

- He’d randomly sneak up behind you and hug you at different times during the day:

- You two would read together a lot. Like it seems really stupid but it’s not a huge activity but it still somehow makes you feel closer together.

- You once suggested how you thought he’d look cute in a bow tie so he got Olive and Claire and or Miss Peregrine (those cute lil baby fashion designers, bless them) to make one for him to wear to impress you.

- “If you look at my girlfriend I’ll kill you.”

“If you think about my girlfriend in a provocative way I’ll kill you.”

“If you d a r e lay a finger on my girlfriend I’ll kill you, bring you to life again and kill you again.”

- I feel like his nickname for you would be either princess or sweetheart (baby girl ??)

- He’d hate arguing so much like that shit tears him apart man

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Potter has done too much for me for me to ever want to shit all over it. I’m never going to say: ‘Don’t ask me questions about that’. I remember reading an interview with Robert Smith from The Cure. Somebody said to him: ‘Why do you still wear all that makeup, don’t you feel a bit past it?’ And he said: ‘There are still 14-year-olds coming to see The Cure for the first time, dressed like that. I’d never want to make them feel silly.’ It’s a similar thing with Potter. People are still discovering those books and films. It would be awful for them to find out the people involved had turned their backs on it. Though sometimes, people do come up and say ‘I loved you in The Woman in Black,’ which is really sweet. That’s them knowing that it matters to me that I’ve done other stuff.

i love telling people robin is my favourite superhero because even though i do have a favourite robin out of them all its really the concept of robin that enchants me so much what the heck.. possibly the darkest and most mysterious member of the justice league, the terror of gothams underworld, the fearsome, the awe-inspiring Bat-Man, oh yeah and heres his little kid dressed in red yellow and green!! robin just balances batman out perfectly i LOVE the idea of having an audience surrogate for one of the most inaccessible heroes of all time , a bright companion for the Dark Knight, a character who represents conscience, a character who represents all the good batman fights for but forgets about ,    a family for a hero born from an orphan past, all i gotta say is batman and robin forever rah rah rah

Golden Dress [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Reader is Lin’s date for a pre-Oscars party and decides there’s no better way to celebrate than with a little teasing. 

Word Count: 5,286

Warnings: smut, papi kink,a slow burn??? - it’s long u guys.

Authors’ Notes: 

Mickeyi’m bad at this but ren is good at it & i will love and support her always (also the word vajajaja has been removed 4 more sexy reasons)

Ren: So as you can see I had a little help! This is my first smut you guys so take it easy on us, okay? I really loved writing this fic and Oscar season just got us really inspired! Hope y’all like it <3 

mickey’s masterlist | ren’s materlist | askbox


When Lin hired a whole crew to assist you getting ready for one of the many Oscar’s press parties, you were sure that was too much.

That didn’t stop you from making the best of it, though. A silky blowout, beautiful makeup were done, a gorgeous golden dress with a seductive thigh-high slit was waiting for you on a hanger near your vanity: you were almost red-carpet ready.

“I don’t know how you do it; you’ve got the seduction of Marilyn Monroe with the elegance of Audrey Hepburn!” The compliments from the hired makeup artist made you blush under the contour you didn’t necessarily need, but made you feel like a million bucks.

“Lin messaged me to tell you that he’ll be downstairs in the limo in 15, okay?” You nodded at Lin’s assistant, Sarah, who’d joined you while taking care of the press calls.

“All that’s left is the dress and the shoes, [Y/N]. Slip those on and you’re Oscar-ready!” your stylist beamed.

“Of course, just slip them on quickly.”

“Right, of course - and thanks for the dress, Marc,” you smiled sheepishly, watching him gaze at the gown on the hanger. You were still mind-blown by how amazing the team made you look. Only three people did the job you thought an entire army wouldn’t be able to; you were mesmerized by your reflection in the mirror, to say the least. “You think Lin will like it?”

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Shit, it’s father’s day ! - Bruce Wayne x Reader

So, I’m not close from my father. Like, not at all. We’re mostly strangers. So I completely forgot that it was Father’s day today…I actually realized it was that specific day thanks to Hugh Jackman and his instagram account where he posted a picture of his dad and him…ANYWAY, I wrote something for Batman, I feel like I HAVE TO write something for Batdaddy to yo. LITERALLY WROTE IT IN TWENTY MINUTES THOUGH, cause I got things to do today but felt inspired. So here it is, hope you’ll like it : 

Sorry for spamming you with two “stories” in the span of like an hour but I felt super inspired and boom. My masterlist blog by the way : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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-Bruce. Bruce. Bruce ?!

Alarmed by the emptiness next to you in bed, you sit up. It’s not like your husband to leave your shared bed without telling you, without a kiss or hell, without making love to you. 

It’s not like him indeed, as he didn’t really leave the bed. He’s sitting on the edge of it, looking out the window of your bedroom. Worries fill your voice when you ask, a bit unsure : 

-Bruce…My heart, are you alright honey ? 

Bruce grumbles back an answer you don’t hear, and you crawl to him. Your tempted to hug him from behind, wrap your arms around his torso, your legs around his waist, your head resting on his back (he’s too tall for you to reach anything else but the middle of his back with your head)…But you feel like something is off. 

It’s pretty obvious really. The way he groaned at you. The fact he isn’t in bed anymore. The way his back is hunched and…just the fact he’s not in your arms right now. He doesn’t even look at you when you approach him, so you decide to drop the hug from behind, and sit next to him. 

He still doesn’t look at you, and you panic a little. It’s so unlike him…

-Bruce ? Please, say something…Did I do something wrong ? 

He quickly raises his head and his eyes lock with yours. Is it…is it sadness you can see in his deep blue orbs ? 

-No, no you didn’t do anything. It’s quite the opposite really. It’s just…It’s just that it’s…The day and…I’m being stupid and childish. Sorry. 

He’s about to stand up and go to the bathroom, but you suddenly understand and hold him back. This time, you hug him from behind, because you know he needs it. There isn’t a problem with you. Oh nope. 

It’s father’s day, almost 4 pm, and no trace of your boys. When it was mother’s day, they woke you up early with a magnificent breakfast, and took you out all day…

As you wrap your arms and legs around him, he sighs sadly (and makes you hurt drop, seeing him sad always break you a little, and you just have to do something about it) and the grip he has on your thigh is a bit stronger than his usual soft one. 

Yes. He needs you. 

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Magnus suggesting fashion to Alec


“I don’t really care about clothes,” Alec protested.

“And I love that about you,” Magnus announced, “though I would also love you if you owned, perhaps, one designer suit. What do you say? Dolce? Zegna? Armani?”
Alec sputtered as Isabelle laughed.

“You could dress it up with a sequined headband,” Magnus suggested, offering his
boyfriend something blue and sparkly. “Just a thought.”

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City of Glass by Cassandra Clare

Originally posted by alectightwood

Hoseok; 
y’all already know how this goes down, but I can’t just not include our sunshine lmao

-he’d find out about your little degradation kink by finding porn you had been watching still up on your laptop- 

“So you like this stuff babygirl?”
*tightly grips your hips as his lips press against your jaw* 
“Do you want Daddy to do this to you? Huh little girl?” 
“I bet you want Daddy to treat you like a cheap whore.”

Originally posted by fairybcby

Namjoon; 

-the moment you’d tell him a smug little half grin would spread across his face; his once playful eyes would have a dark, lustful glint- 

“Really babygirl?” “You want me to degrade you?” 
*pushing you back onto the bed, he’d hover on top of you; his hand would roughly wrap around your throat, wedging himself between your legs* 
“You should’ve told me a long time ago, kitten. Daddy will be happy to treat you like the little fucking slut you are.” 

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Jimin; 

-being the rude fuck he is, the moment he heard the word degradation he’d give you a soft wink and a wicked little smirk- 

*pulling you onto his lap, one hand would wrap around your throat while the other would snake around your waist; toying with the waistband of your shorts* 
“I’m so glad you said something little one.” “Do you know how badly I’ve always wanted to tell you how much of a little slut you are?” “Especially when my cock is buried deep inside you.. You always look like a fucked out whore, and I fucking love it.” 

Originally posted by ulikethischain

Jin; 

-though he’d usually be uncomfortable being so blunt about these things, he’d immediately get images of you underneath him moaning as he pounded into you while calling you all sorts of filthy, unspeakable names- 

“Come here little girl..” 
*intertwining his fingers with yours, he’d pull you over to him; moving you onto his lap* 
“You really want Daddy to do that to you? Hm?” “If that’s what you want then I’ll be happy to oblige, little one.” 

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Yoongi; 

-you’d tell him as the two of you sat alone in one of the dressing rooms backstage, he’d look over at you with a playful look as he tilted his head slightly- 

“Really baby?” 
*motioning for you to come closer, laying you beside him on the faux leather couch* 
“You know, kitten.. I really- really like that.” “Just wait until we get home, little girl.” 

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Jungkook; 

-immediately afterward, he’d go straight into Daddy mode; he’d cock his head to the side, raising a brow at you- 

“You really are such a dirty little whore after all..” 
*stands from his spot, makes his way over to you- grabbing a fistful of your hair* 
“It’s about time Daddy treats you like one.” 

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Taehyung; 

-he’d find himself flashing that adorable boxy smile at you as his arousal gradually increases; nothing but dirty scenes ran through his mind as he eyes you up and down- 

*finally he’d stop smiling, darkness clouds his eyes as he licks his lips* 
“You know I’ve never tried anything like that before but-” 
*his lips right beside your ear, he’d whisper*
“I’ll be sure to make you my personal whore, little one.”

Originally posted by yunhosbambi

“You Cappin’, Shorty” - a short story

by Tanaé B

I would like to dedicate this story to my good friend Arnell, who is undoubtedly cackling after reading that title. Love you.


Let me set the scene. It’s 10:45pm on a Wednesday and I’m just getting off work, tired as fuck. As I’m heading to the elevators to go home, I turn my phone on and immediately see a notification from Snapchat. Imagine my surprise when I see it’s from an old boo I used to mess with in fucking HIGH SCHOOL. If yall read my post about the nigga that sucked my tiddys on the second floor while the rest of the school was in the gym watching the basketball game, this is that guy. The one who said my tiddys was Downey soft.

So I open the snap and he asking if he can pull up on me and using the thirsty emoji faces. I’m like hmmm….. I haven’t seen him in literally six years. We’ve spoken from time to time but it’s been a while. So it was shocking that he suddenly wanted to see me. But as ya’ll know, I’ve been like… in heat… ever since me and my boyfriend broke up two months ago. I’ve really just been waiting for the perfect person and opportunity to get some dick and I was starting to think THIS COULD BE IT lmao. I could tell it was probably one of those situations where he just seen me on snapchat looking good as fuck and started reminiscing, so he hit me up. But I didn’t care, it was just dick right?

Let me describe him though… he’s about 5′11-6′0. Medium brown to darkskinned. Athletic build. Long locs. Juicy lips. Big nose (yall know I love niggas with big noses). He a hood nigga, so he dress like the average hood nigga that love designer clothes. Anyway, he fine as hell. So I message him back asking what he tryna pull up for. He telling me he wanna talk to me and he gotta get some shit off his chest. Talking about “I miss you fr” and “Send address” lmaoo. He just kept begging me and rushing me, steady reminding me to let him know when I was home. It was funny as hell. 

So when I got home and had showered or whatever, I told him he could come. He kept asking if I missed him but I’m like I’ll decide that when I see him. I had to wait and see where his head was at and what he been doing with his life before I start flirting and shit. Cause if he pulled up looking dirty as hell or I found out he was a bum now or something, it wasn’t happening lmfao. But he gets there and when I get in the car, it is quite clear that he is drunk. Actually, he still had the drink in his hand. I’m like no wonder this nigga being so honest and all in his feelings lol.

But he was looking good as fuckkkk though. And he smelled amazing lol. But I’m playing hard-to-get and shit, just making conversation, acting like I didn’t know he wanted me. So we’re talking, catching up on everything over the past six years. I asked him how his mama and sister was doing, and we talked about his daddy passing last year and what he was doing with his life now. He sounded like he was doing good and trying to make moves towards a better lifestyle. I tell him what I been up to and all that good shit. He played some music for me that he did and it was actually good lol. So I’m like okay..okay…everything lining up so far lmao.

And THEN….he really got me when he started talking about my art. I ain’t even know he followed it because he never likes or comments on it, but he started referencing different details in specific pieces and just telling me how amazing and talented I am and all the things I could do with it and how he wishes me so much success and he went on and on and on about all this for a good 15-20 minutes. I’m just sitting there silently while he speaking all passionately about me and thinking to myself “Yep…I’m gonna ride his dick.”

After the art talk was over though, he started talking about what he REALLY had to tell me. He leaning in towards me looking me dead in my eyes , getting serious as fuck and telling me how much he miss me. I’m laughing it off telling him he crazy cause he was staring at me for a long ass time and it was making me nervous LOL. Then he started talking about my lips. (If you didn’t already know, my lips are kinda beautiful). And he asked me if he could taste them. I think by this point for sure, my thong was wet. And I had a tight dress on. I started rearranging myself in my seat so I wouldn’t leak onto his seats and shit lmaoo.

I’m still pretending I ain’t thinking about him until he asks me for a hug. So I lean over to give him a hug and he pulls me over to his side so I’m laying halfway on top of him and he just squeezing me and rubbing on my ass. But I was uncomfortable so I moved back to my seat. Then he asked if he could have another hug lmao. And this time he pulled me all the way into his lap and when I was there, he grabbed my chin and turned my face toward him hard as fuck and kissed me. That’s one of my turn-ons, when the guy just take control and puts me where he wants me. I lowkey love that shit.

So I’m sitting cross-legged on his lap and his arms wrapped around my waist all tight and he tonguing me down. I don’t be joking when I say a good kissing is all I need to get me where I need to be lmao and man….then when we stopped kissing and I felt his wet tongue flickering all over my neck…. yooooo. The way his tongue was feeling had me wondering what it would feel like in between my legs. Because believe it or not, I’ve had some bad experiences with that because niggas tongues just don’t be wet enough? Idk about yall, but that has happened a few times to me. But his tongue was so wet and warm and doing everything right…

Then he pulled one of my tiddys out and started licking and sucking on it. He had tints on his windows so I’m thinking to myself “we could fuck RIGHT NOW if we wanted to” lol. He said I had him thinking about shit he shouldn’t be thinking about. I’m like what? And he said me bouncing up and down on his dick. Which is exactly what I wanted to be doing But honestly, I didn’t like the fact that he was drunk. I didn’t wanna fuck him when I was sober and he was drunk. And legally, that’s rape, idc what yall say lol. And I wasn’t tryna be that person. Doesn’t seem like a big deal to yall probably, but It’s the principle of the whole thang. I just told him right now wasn’t the time or place. 

We started talking about the whole tiddy sucking thing in HS lmao. And how he was the first guy I ever sent nudes to and how I had wanted him to be the first guy I had sex with. And how we used to be on the back of the bus messing around when the basketball team had away games because he was on the team and I used to run the clock and keep the book for their games. He started talking shit about how when he got home, he wanted pics of my tiddys in his snapchat. Talking about “They mine. They always been mine baby. They on you, but they belong to me.” And if any other nigga said some shit like that to me, I would’ve been like “BOAAA GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE” lmaoooo. But he was highkey just turning me on yall :(

He started rubbing on me and laying back in his seat saying he was tryna calm down lmfao. But he kept going back to licking on my neck and feeling for my zipper. I said “you ruining the mood” in my warning voice lol and he stopped. He started acting thirsty again, repeatedly telling me to let him know when I’m free so he can come get me. I’m like sooo you gone drive out here from Lansing to get me and take me back to your place, then drive me back out here? and he said yeah. And I believed him because I used to fuck with this guy who lived in Crestwood and did the same shit multiple times a week lol. My friend swore he wasn’t gonna really do it cause niggas don’t do all that just for some pussy. I’m like they do for this pussy

So I give him my schedule or whatever and he leaves. Texts me when he gets home and ask to see the tiddys. So I sent him my top three fave tiddy nudes lol. And he losing my mind talking how perfect they are and how he needs them and how much he miss them. Saying I was about to make him stroke it lmao. Anyway, I fell asleep soon after that. But when I woke up the next morning, I was like hmmm let me look at his facebook. I was just trying to look at pictures of him LMAO. I hadn’t been friends with him on facebook or ig in a year or so. So I just wanted to check it out.

What the fuck do you think was the first thing I saw?

A GOTDAMN ULTRASOUND PICTURE AS HIS HEADER.

I’m thinking to myself “nahh nahh nahhhh…. I KNOW this ain’t his child…. I know it’s not…….”

I had a bad experience with babymama drama before and I said I would never again fuck with a nigga that got kids because that was the only SURE way to avoid it lmaobs. And I know how niggas like to claim to be single when they got a kid on the way but they really still fuck with the BM or even be in a whole relationship with her. And like I said…he a hood nigga. I ain’t want no hood bitches coming after my ass cause I fucked her babydaddy. I’m in denial and shit though like let me check his instagram, this could be his unborn niece or nephew for all I know smfh lmaoo.

So I get on IG and it’s multiple ultrasound posts with captions like “daddy’s little girl” “My kid ain’t gone ever want for nothing!” blah blah blah. I’m PISSEDDDDDDD LOL. Like everything was going so fucking perfectly. I was bout to get some dick and I just knewwwwwww it was gone be good. I JUST KNEW! When I asked him about it, this nigga said “I thought you knew”. The fuck?? That long ass talk we had where I asked you what’s been going on in ya life and brought up multiple family members and personal shit and you didn’t think not once to tell me that you had a baby on the way fool????

I decided right then that I wasn’t gone fuck with him. But I got to talking to my friends about it and they kept tryna convince me I was thinking too much and his BM wasn’t my problem and I was blocking my blessings and shit lmfao. And lowkey, I had been thinking lately that I be cockblocking myself sometimes cause I be too worried about the wrong things. Like when I was on that date a month ago and me and dude were in the car kissing, I was READY AS FUCK but I kept saying I needed to go in the house cause we couldn’t be out in the middle of the street like that. Instead of just saying “let’s go somewhere” lmfao. And I been regretting that shit ever since. So I thought it over and was like okay… he didn’t have no pics of his BM or any other woman up on his page so maybe he really not fucking with her anymore in that way.

Clearly in denial. I hit him up anyway and ask if they still together. This how the conversation went:

Me: are yall still together? -__-

Him: We cool :(

Me: yall were in a relationship?

Him: That’s my bm I won’t lie to you I got to cuz of my daughter (????). Yes.

Me: but yall dont fuck with each other in that way huh -__-

Him: *says nothing*

Me: That’s a yes.

Him: that’s a ……..

Me: if you can’t say no, it’s yes.

Him: *eyeroll* *sad face* stop it

Me: *getting pissed cause he beating around the bush* why did you even do all that yesterday if you know you in a relationship and bout to have a baby with someone lol like what was the purpose in even coming to see me

AND DO YALL KNOW WHAT HE SAID?????!!!!!!!!

DO YOU KNOW???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS NIGGA SAID “you cappin shorty”. 

Yall…I lost it. I was looking like Lois Griffin after everybody ruined Christmas and then it wasn’t even no paper towels left. I was minding my own damn business not thinking bout yo ass, then you gone come over and seduce me just to tell me you still with ya babymama?? And then when I find out, you gone tell me I’m trippin???!!! Is this real life??? I told his ass bye. He sent some sad faces but fuck him lmao. I was so mad. Playing with my pussy’s heart like that. I couldn’t believe he was 25, still acting like he did at 18 when we was in high school. That shit is crazy. I hope he find out the baby ain’t his.

Just joking. 

But only sort of.

THE END.

anonymous asked:

Hi! So I was wondering. How to say if someone is an INTJ. I mean, I know all the basics and stereotypes, but what in the reality? Is there possibility to recognize them at spot? I'm an ENTP and I truly dream of some nice, typical INTJ to waltz into my life ;;

I am struggling with this myself. But, you know, the process I’ve learned is like this:

Typing Your Average INTJ

  • The person under question of being an INTJ is often quiet in most conversations, but very confident and oftentimes sarcastically/sardonically funny when they do pipe up
  • You often have no doubt that they’re an NT type…they’re pretty intellectual and will make sure you know that they are 
  • Often not dressed according to any sort of trend. They usually dress for comfort or display some sort of interest of theirs
    • My INTJ boyfriend is really into Star Wars and America in general and always wears shirts with death stars and Darth Vader and American flags on them
    • Another INTJ I know never dresses in anything but a sweatshirt and jeans, just depends on their will to express themselves (though in the middle of summer this INTJ will wear Rush t-shirts quite often to display his love of the band)
  • Hair is usually standard or unkempt. This type is not one to want to maintain and style their hair a certain way every day–that’s out of the question
  • Often have some sort of “autistic touch” behavior as my ENTP friend says–will have weird “ticks” like scrunching their eyebrows a lot or picking at the soles of their shoes (even on dates/formal meetings/AKA no social awareness) 
  • They’ll be aware of their little ticks and such but are 9 times out of 10 absolutely fine with it. I dunno, as an Fe user that would drive me insane, but to INTJs it’s just being themselves and they’re A-ok with that. This is one thing I particularly really love about INTJs for whatever reason
  • They have a death glare. They don’t know that they do it, but they stare at random people while in deep thought and really scare certain people because they think the INTJ is glaring at them, but in reality they’re just thinking about what it’d be like if British imperialism was revived, only this time in space
  • Alright, stereotype time, they’re usually pretty arrogant or boastful about their intellect and will make you feel like you’re an ant compared to their giant mental prowess
  • They will tell you you’re dumb if they think you’re dumb. Brutally honest folks here, y’all
  • That being said, if they’re super healthy INTJs, they may be nicer and less “mean” with their words and be careful with word choices, but the gist is the same 

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I had a lot of fun with this on twitter, so I just kept on going with it. But you know, I’m always kind of touched by how strongly fans support their favourite characters, and there is a lot of love for Cloak and Dagger, and you can see why because there are some pretty great things about that pair. But that costume, come on, it’s a big old slice of tit window pie. They don’t always dress Dagger like that, but yeah they mostly do! But they probably won’t on the tv show!

I didn’t dwell on Cloak very much in a comic about tit windows, but, here’s something. I tweeted this essay a while ago when I read it, but Cloak’s lack of a body really brought it to mind again, and you should totally read it, though mostly it is about the character Cyborg, it is relevant here too:

Humanity Not Included: DC’s Cyborg and the Mechanization of the Black Body by Robert Jones, Jr.