i want it to be sunglasses weather


Originally posted by thekpopquartet

The California sun is scorching and every inch of your exposed skin, although covered in sunblock, feels as if it’s on fire. You want nothing more than for the sun to set and bathe the spacious backyard in a cooler, more tolerable light but you know that there is still a good bit of life left in the day. And although you’ve been sitting there for hours, the heat suffocating and the sun scorching, you’re thankful for the sight before you.

You’ve spent the better part of the day, since your far too early wake up call, sitting by the pool watching your friends enjoy themselves. You’ve taken part in a few games of chicken and even helped the boys play a prank on Yugyeom but now, after hours of chlorine and laughter, you’re sitting beside the pool watching the festivities.

It’s so rare that everyone, new friends and old, gets together to enjoy themselves. Everyone is so busy with work and life that it’s almost unbelievable that you’ve managed to gather in one place at one time. But as you watch your friends reform to play a new round of chicken, you’re glad that the impossible seems to be happening.

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Seokjin Scenario: Heart Shaped Sunglasses.

Request: Can I request a beach date with Seokjin where he suddenly gets over protective of you and probably scared all the other guys who wanted to look at you when wanted to wear a two piece and you find his over protectiveness funny but endearing. Pleaseeee :)             

Genre: Fluff

This was supposed to be a good idea, Seokjin knew you loved the beach, and you’d been so excited for the weather heating up that he’d thought what a better thing to do than going to the beach, but he’d been so wrong. Both of you had woken up super excited, loaded the car with food, drinks and your bags and Jin drove there with music blasting loud and both of you singing a little off tune to every song, play fighting over the next track to hear, stealing some of the snacks too and naming the million things you were going to do at the beach once you arrived. Well, now you were there, but you were doing nothing at all, just sitting on the towel you’d laid on the sand.

–Are you sure you aren’t, I don’t know… at least a little hot already? – you asked him, fanning yourself a little with your big white hat and then placing it again on your hair.

Jin denied stubbornly and saw you repressing a smile. –Not at all, this is nice –

–Hmmm – you moved a little closer to him and pocked his neck. –then why are you getting so red baby? –

–The sunshine – he replied quickly and you giggled.

–The heat more like, c’mon Jin, why don’t we just take a swim? – you pouted a little, he knew what you were doing.

You’d been trying to get him into the waterr for the past twenty minutes but he was having a dilemma since the moment you arrived and took off your summer dress. You had a pretty body, he could admire it for hours if you let him, Jin wasn’t blind and neither were the rest of the boys at that beach and at the moment, you’d been joking and laughing about finally getting a tan to look hot, as if you needed to look hotter unless you wanted him to melt or something, thing was that you hadn’t noticed the way a group of passing guys stared at you when your dress was off.

Jin knew he should have looked at you the same way, you were wearing a deep blue bikini that fitted you so nice, it hugged all the right curves you had and for a moment he lost his words, maybe he should have expected it but he didn’t, and seeing you looking so good fried most of his common sense; that was until he noticed those guys’ eyes on you, the way they smirked and looked appreciatively at you and then Jin was boiling up. He picked up your dress again and covered your back with it while he stood in front of you and you looked confused at him.

He stayed like that until the guys were far, feeling too protective of you and too jealous for his own good, you were his girlfriend and he should be the only one to admire your body. He’d refused to get into the beach just so you would stay there with him, safely covered, but he wasn’t sure for how long he could get you doing so and he didn’t want to say how jealous he was feeling right there. He sighed, trying to pretend that he really wasn’t melting inside his shirt.

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A few things: 1) it’s super hard to take a picture of yourself and your corg wearing a shirt OF your corg! 😛 2) the weather hasn’t been sunny enough to cooperate with photo opportunities or necessitate Knives wearing her spiffy sunglasses 😎 and 3) OMFG look how AMAZING a job @popyourpup did on capturing the total sassy essence of my little pork bun?!?!! 😄😄😄 It’s fantastic! My picture taking abilities? Not so much… But I’ll figure it out eventually. In the meantime, Knives wants to know where HER shirt is! 😂 #PopYourPup #knivesthecorgi

noeypiiepiie  asked:

Could you do a Keith x (female) Reader pool party fic with lots of fluff and blushing? Thank youuu! ^_^

Here you go, sweetie! Sorry it’s taken so long and forgive me if this isn’t what you wanted. I like my open ending though so enjoy! 

Title: Warm Days Spent Alongside You

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Read My Mind (Trixya) Chapter 2 - Candy For Children

A/N: Here’s chapter 2! I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I hope you enjoy it! I now have the skeleton of the next few chapters figured out so hopefully I should be updating regularly. Thank you to the person who pointed out my mistakes with the powers! I had just been going off the definitions on the AHS wiki. I will probably keep using the same terms I used in the first chapter for continuities sake, but I really to appreciate it. Happy reading!

Summary: Trixie is a clairvoyant witch, sent to study at Mrs. Charles’s Academy for Gifted Girls, where she meets another young witch named Katya, and sparks fly (no pun intended).

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Reunions, Of A Sort

A MHA fanfiction. One-shot.


Summary: A museum Class 1-A visits has an exhibit for older heroes. Toshinori takes a look at the section dedicated to his predecessor, not expecting a comforting talk with a stranger.

The building was large, a high roof making the main area feel more like an indoor stadium than a functional museum. Toshinori had to give a grin when several of his students just stared upwards, some so engrossed that they nearly fell backwards.

“Now that’s how you build a dome,” Sero said, awe in his voice.

Bakugou snorted. “We practice at USJ, and you’re still baffled by a fucking building.”

“Dude, chill,” Kirishima said, grinning and throwing an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. “It’s never a bad time to appreciate the finer points of, um, architecture.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes.

Aizawa shuffled to the head of the class, hands shoved in his pockets. Everyone quieted down when he raised his voice. “The first and second floors of this building get few visitors on days like today, which should give you the privacy you need to conduct your research.”

Toshinori nodded. “Most of what you need will be here on the first floor, so be sure to look at everything before going up to the second.”

Aizawa waved his hand and the students broke up into groups, several heading directly into the depths of the museum while others consulted a directory. Toshinori watched as the other teacher found a convenient bench and stretched out, pulling a sleeping mask out of his jacket.

“I think I’ll wait on the second floor, if that’s alright,” Toshinori said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Aizawa just grunted and propped up his feet, slipping the mask over his eyes.

Toshinori smiled and shook his head. It didn’t take him long to find his way to the stairs, and he was happy to see that they were wide and well spaced. Normally he would hesitate to use stairs if another option was available - his left hip was warped enough to give him issues shifting his weight - but he was feeling good today, and didn’t want to waste his chance.

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anonymous asked:

So, ive been reading your fanfics for a while, and i wanna start writing my own!! Do you have any tips/tricks/advice for me???

Keep in mind I’m not the best with advice. Feel free to use or ignore any of these. I have not studied how to write. I just took the normal classes in high school and kinda looked around the internet for some stuff. I’m not claiming to know how to write the best, so please understand that before reading. I’m just going to say things that have helped me (or things that haven’t helped me). Please let that be a warning before we begin. 

Write a lot. Practice practice practice! The best way to get better is to write!

Also, reading helps too. Read a lot and read different types of things. It will help out by giving your story some diversity compared to other stories. 

Don’t post your first draft. Always edit if you want it to come out better. Rarely does someone write the perfect chapter without going back and editing a single thing. I like to do a read through for editing, then a separate one for proofreading. You don’t have to do two, but at least go back and edit once. It will help. 

Rewriting your chapter. It’s a pain in the ass and takes longer, but when you rewrite a chapter it’s usually better. Always save a copy of your original version in case you decide you wanted the first scene more, that way you don’t have to try to figure out what you put in the beginning. I’ve rewritten chapters before and they’ve always turned out better and longer. I put more details in and saw where some parts were lacking. Plus it helps with making sure the chapter flows. 

Flowing. Make sure your chapter comes across fluidly and not choppy. Make sure the scenes blend well together and if you’re going to cut to another scene please remember to put in a line break. It’s very confusing to read a story and it skip to another scene with no warning. One minute they were in the hot tub then the next they’re waiting in line at the movie theater? Doesn’t flow well. Make sure when you’re editing that it goes well together. 

If you’re bored with it, chances are your readers are going to be bored with it. I know some scenes are more tedious to write than others and you want to just skip to the good parts but you need to put in certain information before you get to those parts. Sometimes I’ll write the better parts, then go back and try to make it connect. (flowing) The best thing to do is just summarize that part and move on, and then when you’re editing it make it jazzier. Just make the scene more interesting by either cutting it shorter so you don’t lose the reader’s attention or change the scene to… well, make it more interesting? I’m sorry if that’s not helpful. When I have to write a dull part where I need to add information I try to find a way to present the information in a more entertaining way. 

Don’t rely too much on dialogue. What I mean by that is when it’s talking about a major part of the story, try to foreshadow up to that part and add non-dialogue scenes that reveal pieces of it. For example, in one of my stories I have the main character suffering from trauma he experienced when he was sexually assaulted. I started with small details like he would tense when someone touched his shoulder, or he didn’t want to be touched. Of course when it came to actually revealing about it it was in dialogue, but by that point there were so many clues that not a lot of people were surprised by what happened, but still surprised enough with how it came to be. 

Adverbs. I’ve had people tell me I’m using too many adverbs, and yeah, I can see that. Sometimes you can replace that word with a strong verb, but sometimes you can’t. It’s okay to have adverbs, just try not to have too much. Like, I’ve used “he shrugged nonchalantly.” Technically (adverb haha) shrugging is already pretty nonchalant. I didn’t need to add that last part. Another example would be ‘he said softly’. I can replace that with ‘he whispered’. However, sometimes there’s not a way to get rid of that adverb without making your sentence too long and too clunky. I think it’s impossible to get rid of all adverbs, but that might just be me. If someone’s able to write an interesting story with using absolutely (adverb haha) none, more power to them. That’s not me. I’ve heard the goal is to have 5 or so percent of your story be adverbs and no more. If you can get down to that, great. If not, don’t beat yourself up. As long as you don’t use them too loosely (adverb haha) I think it’ll be okay. 

Try not to use the same verb in one sentence/paragraph more than once. If I used the word ‘look’, I’m going to try to use another word when I need to say ‘look’ again. I’ll use words like searched, glanced, eyes flitted, etc. I’m not saying it’ll be bad if you use the same verb more than once, but for me, it breaks me out of the story when I see the same verb being used too much. 

Show not tell. This is a tricky one, because sometimes it’s better to just tell us instead of show us. I usually (adverb haha) turn some ‘tells’ into ‘shows’ when I’m in the editing phase. Showing is better for your imagination, but if you ‘show’ us too much it might just be a lot of details that you don’t need. I’m still trying to find the happy medium for this concept, but there’s a lot of advice out there for how to show and not tell, or when it’s the best time to use either. 

Details. Okay, so this is more of a personal opinion of mine. I don’t care too much about what someone wears or what their house looks like, etc. It’s good to get a vague idea if it’s needed, but if it’s not, don’t bother with it. I don’t need to know what the character is wearing every single chapter/day. As long as they’re wearing clothes I’m good. If it’s specific to the plot that’s another story, but if the character is just going grocery shopping I don’t need to know that she wore her American Eagle jeans and brought her Coach purse and wore her Oakley sunglasses. I also don’t need details like that either unless it needs to be said. Honestly? I kinda zone out if there’s too much detail about a room/weather/clothes, etc. I don’t need a lot of details because then I have to think too much while reading and I get stuck on those parts trying to imagine it and it limits what I can freely (adverb haha) imagine in my head. Like if I said she was wearing a black dress and ended it there, you can imagine it however you want. I can add some details of course, like it was above the knee or strapless, maybe even that it had lace, but I personally (adverb haha) don’t care about every detail of the dress because I just want to read the story. 

When editing, I suggest this simple trick. Change the size and font of your chapter, then go through and edit it. You’ll be more focused on trying to read it because your brain won’t be able to skip right over stuff even though you know what’s going to happen next. I’ve caught so many mistakes this way, most of them being simple ones too. I always write in ‘Calibri’ size ‘11′, but when I edit and proofread I do ‘Times New Roman’ and size ‘13′. It’s easy and it helps.  

Please please please use proper punctuation and capitalization. I know some people like to write their entire story/chapter in lower case, but it’s a pain (for me) to read. Some people may love that, but I would much rather read something where everything’s how it’s supposed to be. If you want to write in lower case, have at it. It’s your story, and that’s your choice. I’m just saying I wouldn’t suggest it. 

Let your readers know if you accept constructive criticism or not. I do, and I let people know that I do. Some people don’t, and that’s fine. Just make sure you make a note of it so no one tries to give you suggestions. Honestly, (adverb haha) it’s probably (adverb haha- Okay, that’s the last one I’ll point out, just wanted to show how often adverbs get used.) going to happen anyways. Some people don’t listen or don’t even read author’s notes, so if it happens then ignore it unless you decide you want to give what they said a shot. 

If you do take constructive criticism, know that you don’t have to listen to all of it. It’s good to think about every suggestion, but you aren’t obligated to follow it. I’ve had people tell me the pacing is too fast or too slow, and I’ll think about it, but then I’ll decide for myself what I think. (Or I’ll ask a trusted friend what their opinion is and go from there) Some advice you get will hinder your writing, but some will enhance it. If you get a beta that’s cool too. But realize that if you go that route you’ll be working with their schedule too, so keep that in mind before getting a beta. 

Speaking of schedules, I do not suggest making an updating schedule. I’ve had countless people ask me what my updating schedule is, but it’s not gonna make me change my mind. Making an updating schedule adds stress. Some stress is good, but too much is damaging. If you already have a decent amount of chapters stored up then first of all, good for you, second of all, then it’s okay to make a short updating schedule. Like say, “I’ll be updating every Saturday for five weeks, then we’ll see how it goes” or something like that, but don’t commit to an updating schedule unless you want the added stress. As a reader I would love if every story had an updating schedule and stuck with it, but as a writer I know how hard that is. The only times I’ve ever been able to keep up with an updating schedule is when I wrote the story in advance and had it finished before I even posted chapter one. That’s the only time for me. If you’re able to make an updating schedule and stick with it then you deserve a lot of kudos! I can’t do it, so I don’t suggest it, but if you’re up to the challenge then by all means, go for it. It’s your story after all. 

Setting goals. Setting goals is a powerful tool to use. It can help you stay on track and you can feel better when you meet those goals, but also remember not to beat yourself up if you don’t make it. Your goals don’t define you. Sometimes we meet the goals on time, sometimes we finish them early, and sometimes we’re days/weeks/months/years late. That’s okay. It’s not a race. Just because you don’t make a goal doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world. Just take a moment to reflect on it, then get right back to it. I haven’t reached a lot of my goals when it comes to writing (and in real life) but that doesn’t mean I’m a failure. Just keep on moving forward, even if it’s not at the pace you’d like to see yourself at. 

Research. It can help so much! Make sure the source is good of course. Some websites are full of shit, but some are rich in knowledge. I’ve used the internet, real life experiences, and talking with people as research before. (I mean hell, I drank boiled rain water just to see how it would taste/feel like for a story) If you’re writing about mental hospitals, do a lot of research! If you’re writing about a couple having dinner at home and one of them is cooking and you say they put the raw 10lb ham in the oven then thirty minutes later it was done, that’s not gonna fly. They’re gonna get sick and then you’ll have to write about their hospital visit. Make sure you do your research! It can help!

Trigger warnings. If your story has some triggering content, put a warning. It’s not fair to put a warning at the end of the chapter, after someone’s already read the chapter. I know it can spoil what happens, but come on! Some things need warnings. If there’s suicidal thoughts or any type of abuse, let us know in advance so we can either prepare ourselves or leave the story. Or sometimes the person will skim it to get past that part. Just put a warning. It’s better for everyone in the long run. 

Speaking of people leaving the story, let them go. If someone chooses they don’t want to read anymore, don’t try to guilt them into staying. We all have such a limited time in this life. Don’t force someone to keep reading if they really don’t want to. On the same note, if you’re reading a story and decide you don’t want to read it anymore, don’t tell the author, or if you do, be gentle about it. It can be discouraging to hear someone leaving, so be kind about it or don’t say anything at all, especially if you haven’t been commenting on the other chapters. 

Also, it’s better to prepare for low feedback. That way if you get a lot it’s great, but if it’s a little it’s not as bad. I say that, but even I don’t 100% believe that. I’ve had some stories get less feedback than others and it is discouraging. There’s really no way around that, at least that I’ve found. I like to ask questions at the end of my chapters to engage the readers and hopefully get more responses, or… you could use cliffhangers. As a reader, I hate getting to cliffhangers, especially if the next chapter isn’t posted yet, but hey, it’s a good way to get reviews. Another thing I’ve noticed (not saying you have to do it at all, just something I’ve observed while posting) I get more reviews for angstier chapters than fluffy ones. Dunno if there’s a pattern there, but it’s something I’ve seen. Not suggesting you should write angsty stuff if you don’t want to, just mentioning it. Thought it was kinda funny, everyone kept demanding more fluff, then when I gave it to them half the people stopped reviewing? 

Dialogue! Now, this is tricky. You don’t want person A and person B to sound the same, so you need to give them some personality. For my characters that like literature more, I’ll have them say stuff like, “I should have gone sooner before they closed.” Or I’ll shorthand it and have them say, “I should’ve gone sooner before they closed.” But for characters that are more laid back, I’ll do stuff like, “Man, I shoulda gone before they closed.” Or someone saying ‘Kinda’ and another person saying ‘Kind of’. I observe how people talk and try to mimic that. Also, not every sentence has to be full. Sometimes in real life I’ll say stuff like, “Tired. Been working more hours than normal.” That’s more realistic than me saying, “I’m tired. I’ve been working more hours than normal.” Now, for some people the second one is realistic, for me it’s the first option. Know your characters and how they speak, it’ll help out a lot. 

Also, observe people in general. You can draw inspiration from normal conversations around you. You can also pick up certain mannerisms. Little details like ‘He played with the ends of his scarf when he was nervous’ or ‘His fist clenched as he listened to what she had to say’. Just small things like that help set a scene without adding too much detail. Plus, it helps break up dialogue. Too much dialogue without anything else happening can be bland. Also, too much narrative without any action/dialogue can be bland too. It’s all about finding that happy balance. 

I’ve heard that there’s no such thing as writer’s block, and I kinda believe it. The theory was if you hit a writer’s block what you actually did was write yourself into a corner that you can’t get out of. To fix it you need to go back and change the path. This could be going back a few sentences or paragraphs, sometimes half or more of a chapter. I hate to admit it, but when I hit a writer’s block I try that trick and it helps. I end up changing the path of the scene and it works out better. I’ve had to sacrifice so many words/time because of it, but hey, I progressed the story in the end, so that’s something. If you can work past that writer’s block without changing the path, that’s awesome, I’m just saying what’s worked for me before. 

Don’t update too often. I know that might sound weird, but it’s helpful. Give your readers time to build up anticipation, let them think about what they read and process it. It will also give more people time to review. Too often I’ve seen people read through all the chapters and only review the most current chapter. I understand why people do it, but it would be awesome if they reviewed every chapter. I’m not saying they have to, but I am saying you have better odds of getting more reviews if you wait a little bit before posting. It’ll also give you more time to work on the next chapter after that to build up a little stockpile of chapters. If you can help it, try not to update within a week. I think a week is a good amount of time to wait between chapters if you already have the next one finished. 

On that same note, don’t feel bad if it’s been longer since your last update. Real life happens. Sometimes documents get deleted on accident, sometimes you get scheduled more often at work and can’t write as much, or sometimes something happens that takes up all of your time. Don’t feel bad about not updating as often as you wanted to. Sure your readers will want an update, some might even demand one, but it’s your story and your life. Take care of yourself before attending to your reader’s needs. Real life comes first, you come first. End of story. Most websites have a ‘follow story’ option or something like it. If they want to read that badly they’ll subscribe or follow and wait for the updates. I know some people don’t have accounts, but if they’re interested in your story enough they’ll check on it periodically to see if there’s an update. Just focus on you first before your story/readers.

Write based on experiences. If you’ve hurt from laughing so hard, draw off those experiences if you’re making a character do that. If you’ve cried yourself to sleep, write based on that. Emotions are powerful things and sometimes hard to nail down, but if you write off your own emotions it can bring a scene to life. So next time you’re exhausted after a long day at work, thing about how your muscles feel, how your mind feels. Next time you hear/see something confusing, think about how your face changes. You can also write off other people’s experiences too. That goes along with the whole ‘observe people’ thing. Just write how it would feel, and it should start coming together better. 

Here’s something that helps. Wait a few days after finishing a chapter before editing it. It will give you time to forget some parts of your story and help you read it with fresher eyes. You can catch more mistakes that way and see how it would flow better if you change some scenes around. I use that trick and it definitely helps. 

Find a good place to write. My best writing happens when I’m on the couch, surrounded by throw blankets with two or more waters ready on my end table. Yours might be different, but whatever it is, try to find the best way for your to write. I personally can’t have any noise going on, some people have playlists they use for certain stories. Whatever works for you, do it!

There’s so much writing advice out there, I feel like I haven’t even scratched the surface. There’s stuff on keeping a character in character, how to write well developed relationships, how to build suspense, so much stuff. I have a sideblog where I reblog writing advice. Some helps, some I keep around just in case one day I could use it. It’s @fairytailandchill if you wanna check it out. There’s not a lot there, but it’s something to start with. 

If anyone else knows a helpful trick, please mention it. Once again, I don’t claim to know all. I can only tell you what has and hasn’t worked for me. I can tell you the best advice though. 

Have fun. Writing shouldn’t feel like a chore or homework. It’s something we do for fun. Sometimes we have to take a step back when it’s becoming too stressful, and that’s okay. Just make sure you’re having fun while you’re writing. It’s the best way to keep writing. Thank you for your ask. I hope this was helpful. :) Congratulations on wanting to write! I sincerely hope it makes you happy!

(Also, sorry if there’s any typos in here. I’m ironically not going to proofread this because I’m tired as fuck and need to go proofread my actual story lol)

The Chased - Chapter 2

Originally posted by ciutae

[Mlist] | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Gang/Crime AU

Genre: Thriller + angst (?)

Warnings: Mature language, mentions of violence

Word count: 2.4k

Three years ago,

There she was. In all her worn out and pissed off glory. What is it with me and women. They always want to argue. Y/N was sitting there in a large white shirt and the same jeans as last night since they ‘didn’t smell of sweat’. The shirt was Jungkook’s and it looked ridiculous on her, but hey anything for the ‘princess’ right?

“I don’t understand what is so confusing Y/N? It’s a very simple solution!” I grumbled.

“No, it’s not! Why do you all treat this as if it’s nothing special. I saw him slit a man’s throat! Why won’t you take some kind of action?” Her tiered voice yelled.

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If y’all thought I wasn’t going to sneak a mermaid fic into BunnyRibbit week y’all were mistaken

BunnyRibbit Week — Day 5: Beach/Arcade

The mornings after storms are always brighter, she thinks. From the darker gloom and raging weather to the sudden dawn with peaceful silence, it’s polar opposites highlighting the differences.

With her sunglasses shielding her eyes from the sun, her flip flops flick sand against her calfs as she walks along. Alone, with only a blue lacy cover up and an orange bag, the beach is the only place she wants to be right now. No one could come with her, so she went by herself.

She only has three weeks of R and R. They will be spent in the water and catching up on the newest games.

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Okay with a couple of weeks left until school I thought I’d put out a post with some advice on everyday things I generally keep in my locker or my bag for easy access and generally to make my life easier.


- dehydration is bad, water combats it.

Healthy Snacks

- this both saves money, because things at school from vending machines, etc. tend to be more expensive, and also because you have more control over what you’re eating. 


- if you wear contacts, you’ll know that sometimes they get irritating and you’ll probably need these at some point.


- useful for when it’s cold (obviously), or when you spill something on yourself and have to get through the rest of the day.

Deodorant/Body Spray/Perfume

- life saver after PE and it’s good for just generally if you have to go somewhere after school.

Feminine Hygiene products

- periods are hell, but being prepared for them makes things easier. Keep pads and tampons at the ready (whatever you use really) because you never know when you or one of your friends will need one.


- I keep Colgate wisps in my bag because they’re always useful to have on hand, if you don’t want to carry around a full toothbrush.

Hair Stuff

- Clips/Bobbles/Travel Hairbrush/Dry Shampoo - okay I think these are useful for obvious reasons.


- if you wear it, spare makeup for touch ups is always good to have on you, I usually keep concealer, powder, mascara and a roll on perfume in my bag.

Suncream and Sunglasses

- if it’s sunny, or if you’re sensitive to sunburn/sun in general, these are always useful to have on you. I usually keep suncream in my locker year round, because I sunburn extremely easily and it’s just easier to have it on me.


- more weather-sensitive stuff - I live in perpetually rainy England, so this is a lifesaver because it basically always rains.

Spare stationery

- Spare pens/paper/a calculator/USB/Sticky notes/etc. - again, always useful to have around in case you’re caught short.

Hand Lotion/Lip Balm/Oil Blotting Sheets

Chewing Gum

- this isn’t the best for you, but it’s good for a little pick me up or breath freshening, or whatever.

Cough Sweets/Painkillers/Plasters

Phone/iPad/Laptop/Whatever Charger

Small Mirror/Nail File/Emery Board/Nail Scissors


- it’s always good to have some source of entertainment for breaks/cancelled classes

School materials

- Textbooks/Notebooks/Class Materials/Pencil Case - this is pretty obvious really.


Originally posted by metalcininavukati

“Shit,” I muttered, as the unfamiliar glow of blue and red pulsed behind me. “I’m not even fucking speeding." 

 I pulled my car along the side of the road and turned on my hazard lights. Watching closely as a man walked up to my car, I turned the radio off and rolled down my car window. 

 "Good morning, Maisie.”

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The Christmas miracle in his red suit

Short summary: Y/N Y/L/N is almost too kind, so kind it made her life a bit harder than it had to be. Listen to how one of her most unfortunate nights, became the most important in her life. Discover her in-real-life-Christmas miracle in Central City.

A/N: OK, so I know many of you are still waiting patiently for your requests, but I felt like posting something festive, bc people! It’s December! And December equals Christmas! So to force myself to pull myself together, I made a little Christmas-special to y'all! 

“Because of the bad weather, all trains have been canceled,” A deep sigh escaped my lips as I sat down on the bench in disappointment. Why did mother nature suddenly decide to hate me? I never did anything wrong! I always helped when needed: Gave old ladies my seat on the bus, never said no to people needing favors, I even held my hotel rooms tidy so the maids wouldn’t get too much work! So why would the Gods above leave me stranded in Central City on Christmas eve?

“I’m sorry, Sammy but if Santa doesn’t drop by to give me a lift home, there is no way I will get home to you guys in time,” I tried to talk sense to my baby brother – though I already knew that was pointless.
“But you never know! Christmas is all about magical things and miracles, right? Now tell the rest that I love them, and will try my best to get home as soon as possible! OK bye, bubba,” I hung up, and left the needy, crowded station with my hopes up something would save me – or better yet: Someone.

I realized within seconds that the guy on speaker earlier wasn’t the describer-guy. Because when people say ‘bad weather’, some associate it with a bit windy and tons of rain. What was going on in Central City was a full on snowstorm. The wind was whiplashing, and the snow – something that usually caused a good, tingly feeling in my stomach, was now hurting my face and blinding me. 

I tucked my thin scarf good around my neck and placed a pair of emergency-sunglasses on which hopefully, would cover my eyes from the white weapons of frozen, crystalline water. So there I went, in one of my least useful scarves, protecting 30% of my neck, and a pair of sunglasses that made me look like some sort of lame celebrity (because which stupid celebrity walks through a weather like this, and in sunglasses). 

My feet were getting colder and stiffer by the minute, and all I wanted was to curl up in a warm place and cry. Though sunglasses were better than nothing at all, they really didn’t help much. So as I staggered forwards, I promised myself that next time anyone from work needed me to cover for them, I would check the weather cast before accepting.

And as if the Angels had heard and listened to my thoughts and prays of mercy, I spotted Jitters. Suddenly my numb feet seemed to move faster. Please say it’s good coffee, oh God, please. 

The place was so crowded I first wondered if some famous artist was performing. Though I quickly learned there was more than me that needed asylum from outside. 
“Excuse me, but where does the line start?” The lady in front of me turned, and gave me and my frosty self a pitiful smile while saying:
“I think it’s at the corner of the counter, hun,”
“Thanks! And merry Christmas,” I smiled back at her and dived deeper in the human see. Now, if I was a counter, where would I be?

“Hi, uh, sorry, I’m just trying to… yeah, thanks. Pardon me, yeah, sorry, I just need to get to the line, hehe, sorry?” I continued telling people to let me through, but looking back I probably moved 1 mile per hour – maybe two.
“Excuse- oh I’m so sorry!” My body had clumsily bumped into the person in front of me. My eyes that were currently staring at the ground, worked its ways upwards towards his face. Once I saw his deep, green eyes, it was impossible to look away. Never had I ever seen such beautiful eyes…

The man in front of me gave a little cough which made me snap out of my trance. He must have seen my surprised manner, and found it funny, because next thing I know, the handsome guy is laughing. 
“It’s some weather out there,” My bad attempt at small talk made him stop laughing, the only evidence of his earlier state being his smile. Really Y/N? The weather?
“Yeah, I can’t remember last time it was this bad… I’m Barry, by the way, Bary Allen," if this had been at a different place, I would have shaken his hand, or given him a hug, but we were both incapable – so I didn’t. So instead I just nodded and smiled.
"Hi Barry, I’m Y/N, so… you’re from here?” And that’s how our conversation started.

“Hey, do you have plans later?” Barry asked me, and I let out yet another sigh.
“Yes, well… Sort of,” I said, not knowing what to answer him. I mean, if a guy you had known for thirty minutes just asked you if you had plans, what would you do?
“Sort of?” He seemed confused by my answer – obviously, so I told him. I told him everything and hoped he wasn’t a Psyco-murderer that would take me afterward.

“How do you feel about a Christmas dinner at my friend’s place?“ I was happy he didn’t give me any pity-stares. Though his offer seemed tempting, a little voice in my head held me back from accepting. You can’t just interrupt their Christmas dinner just because you’re stranded here, Y/N. Plus: You’re not dressed for the occasion, some jeans and a sweater – too casual, Y/N. 

As if he had heard my thoughts, Barry talked again. 
"I can assure you they won’t mind, Y/N. And it’s casual, but if you’re uncomfortable, I’m sure Iris have something you can borrow from her!” Oh great, he had a girlfriend. In spite of my earlier thoughts on the case, I answered: “Ok, I mean: it’s not like I have something better to do,” and then he smiled at me, making me knees go a bit weak.

“Shoot, we have to leave! I completely forgot the time!” Barry jumped out of his chair, and I followed his pace.
“When were we supposed to be there?” I asked while taking on my coat.
“Forty-five minutes ago,” I looked at my new friend with shock in my eyes.
“Barry!” Forty-five minutes? Didn’t that mean…
“The house is a fifteen-minute walk away,”
“Let’s make it in ten,” And then we left.

While walking down the snowy roads, realization suddenly hit me.
“Barry, what am I going to do with my family. I haven’t seen them in half a year, and my brother has been lo-”
“Relax Y/N, I’ll get you home by Christmas morning, I promise,” Barry chuckled, sending me the most beautiful smile I could ever imagine.
“I have my ways,” he winked at me, and we continued walking.

Five minutes later, the conversation was in a lighter tone. Though when the laughter calmed down, and we just walked in silence. Without noticing it, my body had started to shake, I could already hear my mother scold me for not dressing right (for both a Christmas party and snowy weather)
“Here,” Barry handed me his coat.
“You’re cold, take my jacket,” he laughed, and took the body heated cloth around me.
“But now you’ll get cold!” I said, pushed the jacket off of me, and gave it back to him, which his quick reflexes swiftly denied.
“I don’t get cold,”
“That’s bull and you know it,” his smirk went back on his face, and he shook his head while a little laugh escaped my lips.
“High metabolism,” he gave me a wink and zipped the zipper up to my chin.

With our hair wet from the weather outside, and Barry’s sweater soaking wet, we stumbled in the door both out of breath from both laughing and running the last hundred meters.
“Hey, Bar, oh, who’s this?” Our laughter stopped, and my attention drifted towards the sound.
“Oh, hi Iris, this is Y/N, I met her at Jitters. Her train got canceled because of the weather,” he explained and took off my (his) jacket for me.
“Hi Iris, I’m so sorry for just popping up out of nowhere,”
“No, no, it’s alright, you shouldn’t be alone at Christmas eve,” before I knew it, Iris’s warm smile was reflecting my own, and two cups of eggnog were placed in each of my hands.

“I think I’m team Milsther,” I said, my head free from any worries for the second time today. Barry’s group of friends turned out to be very friendly and nice. Now we were currently putting the grandma-feud to an end (after maybe too many cups of eggnog). 
“I will drink to that!” Cisco says with a wide grin on his face. We clinked our cups and took a sip each, when I turned to see Barry on the other side of the table, my eyes instantly met his. Unlike the rest of us, he didn’t seem too affected by the spiked drink. This interested me, so with the argument going on by the table, I silently raised from my seat and so did he.
“I would normally go out to the porch,” he said, looking straight into my eyes.
“And I would have followed, but the sofa tempts me more at the moment,” the smile on our faces reached our eyes, and we sat down.

Joined by bits of alcohol, happiness was running through my veins. I found myself in a Christmas miracle. Along with missing my train, I had met a really cute guy that I liked very much. He had the best sense of humor and a smile that made my knees go weak. I could often find myself getting lost in his beautiful green eyes, which would often conclude with him laugh at me for not listening.

“I really like your laugh,” my tipsy self, took over my body, letting my mind run freely, and my personality bold. Trying not to give in, Barry showed me a killer smile, and if it wasn’t my head fooling with my senses, I would say his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
“Thank you, I really like your laugh as well,” his words got me giggling and fired up.
“Oh, you don’t mean that!” I said, fisting his shoulder a bit too hard (ok so I may have been a bit more than tipsy). He opened his mouth, as if he was to say something more, but got interrupted by Cisco.
“Barry! My man, get yo girl over here!”

Sunlight woke me up, followed up with a strong headache. Oh, God where am I, thoughts were filling my head with worry as I took in the details of my surroundings. Scheisse, my mind continued cursing in different languages, it’s Christmas Day! 
“Y/N?" I had almost succeeded getting dressed without waking anyone up, but of course, I managed to trip over something on my way to the door, and down came Mr. right.

“What’s going on?” His grogginess didn’t calm down my panic. In fact, you could not only see it see by my gesticulations, but I believe anyone could have sensed it in the atmosphere of the living room, that my panic had increased.
“I promised him, Barry! I promised I’d be home! And I’m not home! I’m hundreds of miles away from home! How am I supposed to make it in ten minutes?!” My voice had leveled up to a point where I would normally be sure I had awakened the whole household.
“Y/N, just let me get changed and I will get you there in five,” his attempt to talk sense to me failed miserably, as I exploded like the ticking bomb I was.
“HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY GET ME HOME WITHIN FIVE MINUTES?” i blinked and he was gone. The second time my eyes opened, a man in a red suit stood in front of me, and before I knew it, Barry’s voice escaped his lips.

“Uh..uhm..uh-uh…” Out of all the intellectual, funny, smart and witty stuff I could have said, those were the things that my mouth chose – you could clearly see it wasn’t my mind’s work. In spite of my hometown being far from Central city, everyone knew of The Flash. I mean: He’s a superhero! Who wouldn’t know of him? Though most of his fans from home fantasized about his abs, how his handsome face would look like, I was more intrigued by how he got his powers. 
“How?” I finally managed to say something useful, but sadly, I wasn’t very happy about his answer.

“It’s a long story,” Barry rubbed his neck while looking down. 
“Yeah, yeah you’re right, we need to flash- Oh God no!” He laughed at my embarrassment, which by some sort, made my confidence boost.
“I would have liked to see you talk to your idol,” and once again my mouth made another bad decision of wording. Before he had time to react I spoke again.
“You know, we should really get going,” he nodded, and we were off.

The whole way, I had my hands plastered on his torso, and my eyes set to the side. Though I saw mostly scarlet rubber, I didn’t miss much. I always wondered how it would feel like though. To be able to speed off like he did most days. My hair didn’t get too winded up. No, it was almost like a force kept the air that should have hit me minimize. And before I knew it, we stood in front of my house.

“Yeah,” Barry’s proud, wide grin was almost a bit out of breath.
“That was amazing!” I could jump out of joy, but it was as if my body was in some sort of shock. A shock that made my feet sink to the ground as if they were afraid the would disappear or get out of control again.
“Wow, easy tiger!” Being in deep thoughts, I hadn’t realized that my balance was a bit off as well, so when Barry caught my falling body, I gasped for air.
“Thank you,” I said, smiling at my rescuer. 

Though he helped me stand up, his hands never left my hips – which I was happy for, I didn’t want to leave him. And if I let go of me, I was afraid he would run off, that I would never see him again.
“For not letting you fall, or for last night?” I wanted to be cliché, to say: Too late to say I didn’t fall. But I saved myself for the embarrassment.
“For saving me too many times for as stranger you have known for less than 24 hours,” I smiled.
“I wouldn’t call you a stranger,” his earlier, joking smile and tone had disappeared. Now I could see the reflection of myself (looking quite damseled if you ask me) in his humble, serious, green eyes.

“Y/N!” Our moment was interrupted by my little brother, and before I knew it, my miracle had kissed my cheek and sped off.
“Good, that means we’ll stay in touch,” I said under my breath before embracing the little munchkin that had run up to me.

A/N: Tell me if you guys also want a “New Years Eve”-one as well! I will try my best to upload it before the big day!


Hello lovely people! I thought I didn’t have anything for today’s #trinityweek but then decided to post this for the Travel/Journeys theme. I have had this in my drafts for a while., but it has NOT been through proofreading so mistakes are mine and many. It could be the first chapter of few, let me know if you want to read more of this one…

If you feel charitable you can point out typos and nonsense!

And it is inspired by  this classic tune 

Hartbig, SFF, SFW, 3,043 words.

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One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away

Hannah knew since the beginning that it would be a bad idea. But what can you do when your friend asks you to be one of two best men? You suck it up and plan the bachelorette party.

Grace had been adamant that it would be just the three of them, a fridge fully stocked with booze and a truck of the most disgusting snacks. And oh, it would be in Paris. 

“Why Paris?” Mamrie asked.

“Because I am not going to Paris for my honeymoon, and I really want to go to Paris.”

And that was enough of an explanation, because you don’t question the bride. Ever.

So Hannah is at the airport in her shorts and sunglasses, ready to leave Los Angeles for a rainy European capital: her luggage is exploding with all the winter clothes she packed.

Who goes to Paris in November?

But Grace said it would be fine, the weather forecast predicted mild temperature and clear skies. So Hannah spent the last week putting together a holiday program that balances perfectly between sightseeing and passing out drunk.

It will be fine.

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I got them sunglasses, re upped on all my makeup. Now I want clothes because like duh but shit this weather donr know of it wanna be summer for another month, sooo

Hey! You- yes, YOU!

I still need that 50k au where Jack decided to follow his mom’s footsteps instead of his Dad’s.

-Alicia Zimmermann teaching him all about fashion and shit from a young age. Little awkward and Lumpy Jack being amazed every time he sees the interior of his mom’s walk in closet.

-idk if any of you have seen Princess Jellyfish, but it’s definitely like that one scene where Kuranosuke is looking at his mom’s closet, and he’s just giggling and asking his mom questions. Except none of the drama.

-he tries so. Hard. It’s only when puberty kinda hits him his career sails. Photo shoot bookings. Movies. Everything.

-Kent was one of those Disney kids, and at age 17 he wants to move on from Disney. He and Jack play best friends in The Movie

-Kent and Jack are both method actors

-they became best friends wicked quick. They just “click”

-it’s hell though. The diets and workouts and people fucking trashing Jack online- it gets to him. This is where it kinda gets… Heavy.

-he od’s on the anti anxiety meds after Kent wins some huge and very coveted award for being best teen actor or smth.

-it’s a big deal. It’s hella. Tabloids tear our boy Jacky Z apart. But Alicia and Bob are good at keeping him off the charts for a couple years while he’s in rehab.

-and THEN. then. He goes to Samwell. -The SMH team are all low key male models/aspiring actors who all do their own shit but show up to Lardo’s portrait classes. They still have the Haus, it’s just not a hockey frat, but the pretty-boy frat.

-ANYWAY: Jack wants to kinda take a break. He just models, doesn’t really want to do movies anymore- despite feeling guilty and wanting to make his mom proud. -but this boy dresses so g o o d when he wants to. Sometimes, yea? He dresses like he wants to rob a Burger King but. It’s intentional. It’s when he doesn’t want anyone to be seen/bothered -when he and either of his parents leave anywhere, it’s like that photo of Mark Hamill vs Daisy Ridley -like bob and Alicia are like FUCK YEA- you, yes YOU, Camera Man get to capture my Presence. Pose pose work- -while jack will wear six scarves in 90 degree weather, head down, hella big sunglasses- hopefully to not be seen by anyone -I don’t know how the rest of this works out I just want pretty boy actor Jack Zimmerman. Please.
[Yugyeom] Holiday-ing

Based on [GOT7ing] ep. 4 & 5

Your smile made Yugyeom breathless. Every single time.

He didn’t care if his friends called him delusional. He didn’t care as long as he kept having this feeling that the way you smiled up at him seemed sweeter than at others. He didn’t care as long as you looked happy when you were with him.

However, sometimes, as a man, he wanted more.


“Oh my God Y/N! You really are going to Nami Island with us? I thought you were kidding?” Jackson gasped as you made yourself comfortable on the back seat.

“What? Why not? I need a break, too, you know. Deadlines nearly killed me!” You yawned, shifting to the left seat so that Jackson could join you. “Where’s Yugyeom by the way?”

“Oh, him,” Jackson snickered. “He’s in the other car. I’m so gonna make him regret choosing it!” The blond said before snapping a photo of you smiling with your eyes close and a V sign. Sending it to Yugyeom, he typed, “Guess who is next to me. Who’s laughing now?” and a bunch of hyena laugh emojis.

You swore you could hear Yugyeom’s high pitch voice somewhere in your slumber.


You were in the car with Jaebum, Jinyoung, Bambam and Jackson. How amazing when Bambam accidentally brought his wallet and decided to treat you all. As soon as your car pulled to a rest area, Yugyeom suddenly appeared by the window, eyes sparkling. Bambam heaved a sigh, opening the door.

“Yes, I’m treating today. Don’t look so eager like that, dude!”

“Y/N-ah! Why didn’t you call me you’re coming?” Ignoring his best friend, Yugyeom beamed at you, causing the other boys to burst out laughing at the Thai boy.

“We’ll meet anyway. I’m so hungry, guys. Let’s go!” You said. “Bambam’s treat today! Knock yourself out, everyone!”

Turned out you didn’t eat much. Instead, together you and Yugyeom played some kid games and petted two puppies of the shop owner at the back. As animal lovers, you both had no difficulty getting close to the puppies, unlike the poor Jinyoung and Jackson, who got barked at every time extending their hands.


“We’re here!” Youngjae and Jackson screamed in unison as Jaebum shook his head, putting his sunglasses on.

“It’s so bright,” he complained as Youngjae looped an arm around his.

“Come on, hyung! I wanna sit in the duck!”

As the guys started rambling on and on about all the things they wanted to do while being here, Yugyeom couldn’t care less. All of sudden, he realized this was the perfect chance to confess to you. The weather, the atmosphere, the place, they were walking on the famous “Winter Sonata” trail for God’s sake! You were right there, so close, laughing at the boys’ joke but taking a glance at Yugyeom once in a while. He had a shot there, didn’t he? After all, you had been friends for a long while now; and as he observed, you hadn’t got a boyfriend. He could do it. He just had to take one step further.

But how?

“Alright then, Jaebum hyung, Youngjae and Yugyeom, you go first. Y/N, Jinyoung and me, second. Finally, Mark hyung and Bambam,” Jackson announced as Yugyeom screeched.

“What?! I mean why, hyung?”

“We finished discussing already! That’s for not paying attention,” Mark explained, patting the maknae’s back before heading for the duck with Bambam.

Still with his sunglasses on, Jaebum tsk-ed as soon as the three got into the duck. “Stop sulking and start planning your confession fast. Chance like this won’t come easily.”

“Thanks, hyung. But I don’t know how. I mean she seems to have so much fun with the guys. What if she doesn’t like me back and stops hanging out with us?”

“That’s the risk you have to take,” Jaebum shrugged. “But don’t worry. From what I see, she likes you, too.”

“Go Yugyeom!” Youngjae massaged the youngest’s shoulders. “You can do it!”

“Youngjae-ah, my shoulders hurt, too,” Im Leader nagged as the sweet main vocal happily complied, giving out his free massage service.


As you got off the ducks, the group decided to go for lunch. Each walked peacefully to enjoy the landscape, not bothering to say a word.

“This is it,” Yugyeom mumbled to himself before calling Jinyoung, who was walking near you, “hyung!” He grabbed the older boy’s hand, swinging it vigorously, and casually grabbed your hand. Then, while still holding yours firmly, he pushed Jinyoung away, sticking his tongue out at him.

“What are you doing?” You giggled at Jinyoung’s betrayed expression before glancing at your now entwined fingers. Yugyeom’s eyes were filled with happiness, but he couldn’t hide the anxiety in his voice.

“Whoa, this is nice,” he sang, squeezing your hand gently as you didn’t let go, nodding in approval.

“Yeah, with you, it’s always nice,” you murmured, heart beating rapidly as Yugyeom cleared his throat, staring down at you. He didn’t dare to make you repeat, but did you just say what you just said?

“S-same,” he stuttered. “I wish we could do this more often. So I – I could um hold your hand like this.”

“You can still do this when we’re back. I mean – if you want,” you shyly replied, cheeks flushing pink.

“But Y/N-ah, I want much more than this. I wanna hug you, and kiss you, and call you mine.”

You remained silent but a smile was forming on your lips. Yugyeom had stopped walking by now, pulling you close so that you stood in front of him.

“I like you a lot. Please, please be my girlfriend,” he confessed softly, yet intensely. Your inside was turning into a puddle of goo. Your heart was chanting “yes, yes, yes,” but your mind was too busy drinking your soon-to-be-boyfriend’s manliness in to form a proper answer.

Staring at his lips, you gulped heavily, and that was all it took for Yugyeom to boldly lean in kissing you. His lips were a combination of softness, sweetness and juicy-ness. You were falling hard, falling deep, but you weren’t scared. You knew he would always be there to catch you.

“Please say yes,” he pleaded, eyes shut tightly.

“Yes,” you breathed, nuzzling into his sweater.

“YES! FINALLY!” The six boys screamed, running towards you two to ruffle Yugyeom’s hair and pat your back. They began singing Confession Song loudly while shooting confetti at you, running around just like in their music video.

What a view for other tourists to watch!

G-Dragon x You - What happened last night?

Scenario Request:Could you write a scenario about when you and the member of your choice wake up next to each other for the first time. Please and Thank you!”

so originally I really wanted to write the ‘Heirs’ themed scenario but my writing is REALLY bad so I opted for something that would be shorter ^_^ hope you guys like it. this is still really bad but i wanted to submit something (generally this scenerio is for memberxyou have been dating for some time but i’d like put a little spin on it) also it’s not proofread sorry xx Anonnie~


Light flickered over your closed eyelids and awakens you from your slumber. Your head is pounding and you groan internally, not having enough energy to physically groan. You feel that your arm are bare as the early morning breeze tickles your shoulder. As you stretch, your arms hits something softly, but it makes no sound. You gather the energy you have and crack open your eyes to see a soft-looking tufts of blonde sticking out everywhere. Your eyes travel lower and you notice that their face is half covered in the pillows and by their arm. From you can see of the sleeping person is that their face is absolutely flawless, with a small cross just under their right eye. 

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So you all were so kind about my new glasses, that I decided to share some more pics that I took that day :) I was feeling particularly upbeat and I think it showed because random people were talking with me and striking up polite conversations. I went out for coffee with my friends Dan and Krystyna and she asked if I changed makeup or something because I was glowing. 

I think I was just feeling confident and very “me” with my new glasses and being able to enjoy the beautiful weather in this short dress.

Oh, by the way, I also got new sunglasses..

These were all from Thursday. I have a bunch of new photos from some stuff I did today to post as well, but I think I will save those to post tomorrow night. 


My goal in sharing my transition is to represent transgender people in the positive light that we all deserve. Re-blogs are always okay if they are for this purpose, but if you are a fetish blog or fetish website then I want nothing to do with you and you do not have my permission to use my images.

Alexa Chung Style Tutorial

“I either want to look like an excellently dressed boy or a kitten from the 1960s” -Alexa Chung

Alexa Chung has quickly become a fashion favorite and an icon in more than one way. She made dressing effortlessly cool the most badass combination, and pulled off risks no one else would have thought to take. Her street style is something I became heavily influenced by. I was intriguing with how she could make designer outfits look casual or make something she snagged in a vintage shop look simply classy. She is truly one of the most interesting women in fashion. She is naturally an it girl, but also the fashion rebel of the moment. So, if you’re like me and shamelessly want to rip off her style, I have made a guide to follow and refer to.

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