I hardly see any posts out there about this so I guess I’ll be the one to do it.
To all my beautiful followers with eczema, vitiligo, birthmarks, psoriasis, or any other skin condition-you are beautiful.
For all my lovely guys, girls, and non binary friends going to prom this year and feeling self conscious as hell-I love you & you are beautiful. You slay in that dress or tux. I know it’s not easy but your skin condition does not define you.
u guys………… i cant beLIEVE i havent told u before…..in norway we had this show that ran on actual national television………..about this grade school teacher who got bored and dressed up (bADLY) as a teenage girl and called himself………… HANNA FROM TANA and he got world famous and it was the norwegian parody of hannah montana buT LIKE IT WAS AN ACTUAL SHOW ON A REAL CHANNEL I WISH I WAS KIDDING BUT LIKE
A.N: This one is a little long like always. I really enjoyed writing it though. I’m debating a continuation, but I’m not sure? If you guys liked it or want more, please let me know! I’d appreciated it. ANYWAYS ENJOY!!
Also I got the inspiration for this one from @everythingshawnmendes ‘s work of “Spill Your Guts.”. Check that one out too!
“You’ll be on in ten.” A guy with a headset said quickly before poking his head back out the door.
My manager looked at me and smiled getting up from his seat. “You ready?” He asked.
I looked in the dressing mirror and look over myself sitting in the chair. My hair was in fluffy curls, makeup simple for daytime television. I had a nice blue tartan top on with a matte black skirt. I felt really good and was excited.
“Yeah. I’m good. Excited actually.” I smiled back grabbing my phone from my lap.
My manager went through tips for the interview. We had not given any specific limitations on questions as we didn’t have scandals or secrets the public was aware of. But regardless he went over them.
“It will probably be similar to last time. Maybe a little more different. You’ve gained a lot more popularity since the last time on the show. You know how she likes to blindside you with questions you’d have to be careful answering.”
I nodded but felt prepared. I scrolled through my phone waiting for them to call me to stage.
The guy with the headset turned up a few minutes later. “Alright, they are ready for you. If you’ll follow me.”
We got up from our seats and exited my dressing room. The guy in the headset began prepping me. “So you’ll wait at the steps and head down after Ellen introduces you. You’ll have the first part of the interview for about 5 minutes. She will cut to break. The second part of the interview will be a game, I believe you agreed to ‘Who’d You Rather?’ correct?”
In His Lap (Mick x Plus Size! Reader) Imagines - Request
To my darling anon,
I hope you don’t mind; but I actually combined your idea with another reader’s request, since it was very similar to yours. In addition to, I apologize for the late post. Due to technical difficulties - and just the fact that life sorta got in the way - I am turning this piece into a New Year’s prompt. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, dear anon, but, if you find that you aren’t happy with the piece, please let me know and I’ll write you a seperate Christmas one…!
With love, reversephysics
*~*~*~*~* Imagine: Kendra tries to get you to talk to Mick at the New Year’s Eve Party. At first, you said no; but, after taking a shot, you gained the courage you needed…
“Talk to him!”
“No, I can’t!”
“Yes , ________, you can!” Crossing her arms, Kendra gave you a gently scolding look. “Please do yourself a favor and just walk over there.”
Upon hearing her suggestion, you flushed bright red.
While you have had a crush on Mick for the past few weeks now, you still had yet to start a conversation with the pyromaniac; much less, confess your feelings to him.
Chances were he probably never noticed you.
I mean, who would? Your harsh inner voice scoffed. You’re not pretty, you have no sex appeal and - worst of all - you’re fat. What kind of guy would want THAT?
A small part of you hoped it would be Mick.
Though many assumed there wasn’t much to the guy - what, with his brutish behavior and vulgar language - a part of you liked to think there was more to him.
That he would somehow accept you the way you were.
Peering over at the poker table across the room, you watched your darling hulk of a man play against Leonard and Jax. His brows furrowed, he focused all his attention towards the hand he was dealt with.
You bit your lip. He just looks so…badass.
“Oh my god, ________,” Kendra turned her eyes up to the heavens, before shaking her head. It was her typical ‘don’t-make-me-do-this’ gesture. “You’re a great girl! You could so go over there and say ‘hi’! He’s not that complex of a man to talk to, anyway…”
god I hate live action Beauty and the Beast: a roast post
I’m sick of yall telling me I gotta like this glitter glue cupcake and that if I don’t I’m a monster. Here’s a list of everything I hate personally and you can’t stop me
*Oh my God the beast face. Ooooh my god. They reduced his animalistic features so he no longer has the trademark hunch, lowered brow, or tusks. He has little baby vampire teeth. Pathetic. Give him tusks you cowards
*Because they reduced that it looks like a human face with a large nose photoshopped onto an uncomfortably large buffalo head and it made me queasy every time he was on screen
*Nearly all the object servants have hollow soulless beady eyes which also weirded me out to the point where I wanted them off the screen as soon as possible
*The camerawork for Evermore suggests it’s supposed to be sweeping and grand but why in God’s good name did they go through all the trouble and effort into writing a bland and inferior version of If I Can’t Love Her that isn’t musically interesting and doesn’t reach the high notes it should. Go listen to If I Can’t Love Her and then Evermore and tell me which one is better. Spoiler alert. It’s not Evermore.
*Everything is so extra. Please let me rest. Literally does everything need 3 layers of tarnished gold filigree. Leave my eyes alone
*Cry “practical simple elegance” all you want, that dress looks like a $100 Macy’s prom dress and was clearly designed for easy merchandising. At the very least give her the gloves oh my god
*why the F U C K would you take out the iconic stained glass intro for live action
*Emma Watson can’t sing. If they did put the Broadway songs in, no way could she pull off Home. She can’t do it. No harm in it but she wasn’t cut out for these songs
*They put the cut line about growing a beard again back in which implies Belle is a massive furry and into ripped buffalo men
*Lefou being gay is fine. I’m glad Disney at least attempted some kind of representation after all these years. But I really wish that his happy ending A: wasn’t a short 2 second clip at the end and B: Didn’t involve the other guy being from a man-in-a-dress joke that the audience was seemingly supposed to laugh at because that seems to imply that Disney thinks men trying feminine clothing and liking it instantly makes them gay which is giving me very bad 1990s Will and Grace vibes which should not be going on in 2017
*fuck i hate the beast’s big weird face
*I don’t know if it’s just me but the CGI makes it look like there’s a bigger age gap than there really is which also worsens the terminal case of Big Weird Face syndrome
*Lumiere is cheating the curse because he’s technically just a tiny brass man.
*Don’t know why Plumette has a bird face. That was freaking me out too
*Court composer maestro piano man is giving me very deep and horrifying flashbacks to the Tim Curry CGI Organ Guy from enchanted christmas and I never want that to be remembered
*Beast’s big lumpy photoshopped uncanny valley baby fangs lumpy lump face on his lumpy head
*removed illiterate Beast subplot
*no Human Again. It’s been 15 years. At least give me that
Long story short I will unapologetically hate this unnecessary cash grab for the fraud that I believe it is, knowing all the while yall ate it up and we’re gonna have to sit through more years of excessive live action remakes because of your collective buffoonery. If you like it, fine. I can’t stop you. But at least know the reason it was made wasn’t out of popular demand.
anon request: you grew up with tommy and had a really long serious relationship but left when grace came along you left him - a few years later he finds you with a job as a singer in sabinis bar in London, engaged to a son of his -tommy is determined to get you back
“When is that boy
going to marry you?”
“Oh, Polly, don’t go buying a hat. It’s been bloody years, I
think if he was going to make a move he’d have long done it”
“It took him nearly ten to ask for you in the first place,
this is Tommy we’re talking about. Can’t do anything but make things more
difficult, that boy”
“It took him nearly ten years because we were children, Polly”
“Thanks for listening to me rant, anyway”
You stood from her table, dropping your cup in the sink as
So, even though I am a huge Ranma x Akane shipper, I have a special place in my heart for Ucchan. She is a tomboy, but still loves to do some traditionally considered feminine things, and she was the one who taught me that it’s okay to not have to be the toughest around. She has great drive and a love for her art, and I just love her so much that words cannot explain!! I aspire to be like her (but not as petty), and I wish she, Shampoo, and Akane (who I am most like), would’ve had more friendship development!! She is the reason for all my usernames anywhere! (I do wish I had been able to made some gifs of her as a guy, but there wasn’t the perfect moment I could find)
summary - you didn’t know what you expected when you made a deal with the heartthrob every girl on campus was longing for, Park Jimin - it wasn’t the situation you found yourself in, that’s for sure.
word count - 4.3k
genre - mostly angst, fluffy ending
warnings - mature language, implied sexual intercourse
“I have nothing to apologise for.” Jimin’s voice was cold,
his eyes studying your slumped figure sitting on your bed. You couldn’t wrap
your mind around how he was capable of being so cruel, shocking you with his
confession this morning.
You were supposed to be in class right now, but when Jimin,
heartthrob No. 1 entered your room at 7am after what you had to witness
yesterday, that was all you could think about.
“What do you mean you have nothing to apologise for? You
broke his fucking nose, Park!”
“Do you think I did that for fun, Y/N? I was protecting you
and all you can do is keep going with this-this…whatever this is!”
❄ for isabella1159, from your snowing secret santa! wishing you the best for what’s left of 2015 and the new year! hope you like your gift |a gif au of Snow, Charming, and Emma where they got to raise Emma in our world. (click on the gifs to read the captions)❄
guys!! We’re gonna be late!” you walk to your car hoping they hurry up “although
I won’t mind missing the first hour” Your brother nudges
your side “and why is that?” “Dammit Scott,
you scared me” while you slap his arm “because I have Raeken the
first hour. The horny fucker” scrunching your face. "Ieuww, I don’t
wanna know when you’re honry, Y/n" Stiles says covering his ears. “Oh
shut the fuck up, Stiles, get in the car!”
You park your car on
Stiles’ usual spot because you know the pack always meet each other there.
Scott quickly get out of the car to greet his girlfriend Kira and you turn to
Stiles. “I hope you follow my advice today because the quicker the
better” you look at him and he slowly nods yes “good boy.” Both
of you get quickly out of the car and make your way to the group. “I wish I could
hang with you a little longer but I have to go. I need to prepare some stuff.
Lyds, I see you the second hour” You give her a quick hug and agree to
meet everyone outside for lunch break.
You walk into the
library, happily that tutoring is in a public place. You see a guy sitting,
dressed all black and with a black baseball cap on (yes, like in his skateboard
scene) with his back to you. Somehow you found him attractive so you decided to
take a seat at the table across from him. You put your bag on the table and
take the history book out of it together with your notes from last year.
babydoll” you heard a familiar voice saying and the shock was even bigger when
you saw it was Theo at the other table. You composed yourself quickly and
nodded to the guy “morning, Raeken, good to see that you are early. The sooner
we begin, the earlier we can stop.” Theo stands up and walks to the seat
right next to you. “I couldn’t stay away from you any longer” he
sniffs the air and take a deep breath “you smell so delicious, I hope I
can concentrate on the work.” He sits down in the seat and move the chair
as close to you as possible.
He draws circles on your arm and move his face
closer to yours. “I have a special request” Theo says while brushing
his lips against your ear. “Learn me something about the history between
werewolves and witches.” A shiver goes down your spine and you have no
idea if it’s from excitement or fear that he discovered your secret. “That
is not a school subject, Raeken and unfortunately for you, I only know the
basic stuff about it and I’m pretty sure you do to.” You look at him with
a raised eyebrow, feeling his fingers close to your core. “What are you
doing?” Theo looks at you with his famous smirk “Trying to get into
your panties” Je circles his fingers over your clothed pussy and you
quickly grab his arm pushing him away. “Not here, Raeken. I know a better
Suddenly an idea hits you to get rid of the boy for a while.
“The boys locker room, now” You stand up and walk to the locker room,
looking behind you to see if Theo is following you. You see that he follows you
like an excited puppy who finally gets his treat. You lock the door behind him
and turn to him. “I think you are a witch, babydoll” he suddenly
confesses. Your lips form an evil smirk and his confession sparks a fire in
you. “Really, Raeken? Me a witch? If that was true, I would already have
used my powers on you. But I what want from you now, is that you take your
shirt and jeans off and wait for me in the shower.” He obeyed as soon as
the words leave your lips and you walk to Scott’s locker, hoping the chains are
still there. You found them right where you were expecting them.
You walked to
shower with the chains in your hand, licking your lips so Theo would think you
were totally into him. “On your knees and arms up” you command him.
He does what you ask and you put the chains behind the shower bar and put the
cuffs on Theo’s wrists. While you’re doing this, he puts his nose against your
pussy, sniffing in your arousal. You hear growl coming from him, making you
smirk wider. “Stand up, puppy” You let your eyes roam over his
perfect body. You step closer to him, letting your fingertips going over his
abs. “Did you really think that I was going to have sex with you,
Raeken?” You see his eyes going yellow and he tugs hard on the chain
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Since you think I’m a witch, I can have
put a spell on the chain.” He looks at you angry and you kiss his cheek.
“Have fun here all by yourself, puppy” with that you walk out the
locker room feeling pretty proud of yourself.
I volunteered to help a friend out for an important local fashion show as a dresser (someone who dresses the models before they walk), and thought I’d be OK helping male and female models get dressed. I ended up dressing 3 guys, and ended up getting very self-conscious about not only my chest, but also my weight. They were all lean with straight bodies, while compared to mine it’s all curves and varying thicknesses. The clothes I helped dress them in lay perfectly on them and I wished really hard those clothes could lie like that on my own body (I get really bad envy of FTM’s who don’t have such noticeable curves like mine). I wanted to leave at that moment because I felt the wave of dysphoric sadness rush over me… I stuck around though, because it was my friend after all, but it still weighs heavily on my mind.
Thank @auduna-druitt for this one
We ran into a Bones. Both my Internet friends got all excited and I gave him the tribble and they had the funniest talk about Spones vs Spirk
I wish I could credit the guy. He had the expression DOWN and said he loved dressing like Bones. Even knew what was in his hypo???? I just
Gender: urrgh, why do people care? fine, I’m a girl, whatever
Zodiac sign: scorpio… yeah I’m evil, I’m the worst, now leave me alone
Crush (and why): Nathaniel. I mean, he’s- How can you not- He’s good, you know? He’s a good person. He’s gentle and he cares and he’s jut boyfriend material. He never expects the worst of me, if there’s some shit going on he doesn’t turn to me asking if I’m involved. Everybody else seems to think that I’m just a punk kid that loves trouble, when I’m with Nate it’s like- I can breathe, you know? I can just be with him. And talk about cats all day.
Favorite Color: I don’t know, red? I’m color blind. I feel like if I could see red it would be my favorite color.
Favorite band/singer: Led Zeppelin
Favorite Food: I love sweet stuff, anything sweet I dig it
Last movie watched: I don’t know, some marvel superhero Nate kept talking about
Describes yourself in five words: Done. Tired of bullshit. I’m missing two words? Fuck it.
First Kiss: so this boy from school was bulling me because he “liked me”. I cornered the boy and told him to just kiss me. He did and then I punched him. Because I “liked” him too. He left me alone after that. So yeah, wasn’t romantic at all, but yeah. Later I found a guy that actually liked me. *smirks* I just didn’t like him back *laughs*
Make a Wish just for yourself: please make easter be over I can’t stand walking around with this stupid ballerina dress anymore, it was a bet and I lost but I’m- I’m like Sirius Black when he came back from Azkaban, I did my waiting…
Today is a cosplayer kind of day because it is gross and hot outside and polleny and god, we are going to destroy this planet guys, it will melt into a puddle if this spring weather that is just gross is any indication. Anyway, all of this is making thinking and writing harder than I wish it to be and you know what is an easy truism? That pretty costumes are awesome and fun to look at and Ani-Mia is pretty and fun to look at. I really appreciate the work that goes into a good cosplay cause playing dress up is a lot of fun but I know myself, I’d give up after just putting a little thought in how you might try to look like Zatana. I certainly couldn’t put together anything that would look good. I really couldn’t pull off stuff as perfect as some of this. So it’s easy, Ani-Mia is here because she’s pretty and I like playing dress up. Today I want to fuck Ani-Mia.
s u m m a r y// Y/N and Justin get into an argument before a party he acts like an a**hole the rest of the night
Your Point of View
You stepped out the bathroom in a tight black v-neck dress as Justin stood in front of the mirror on the wall fixing his outfit and chain. He didn’t look over at you as you made your way towards the closet slipping on some red bottom heels.
You grabbed your clutch then looked over at Justin saying, “You look good baby.” He was wearing an all black shirt with black pants, his chain, watches, and sunglasses.
You could see his smile through the mirror but it faded as soon as he turned to look at you, “What are you wearing?” He barked at your attire.
You could already feel yourself getting pissed off at his possessive issues. What else were you suppose to wear to a club? “A dress,” You said trying not to start an argument.
He looked you up and down a few more times before saying, “Go change,” and turning back to the mirror fixing his hair. You stood there for a minute thinking if you should talk back or not. Anything else you would put on would look just about the same.
“Why?” You asked even though you kind of already knew what his answer was going to be.
“Because I told you to Y/N. It’s too tight, you can see too much of your ass and boobs.” He said in a harsh tone. “I don’t want people looking at you like that.”
“Looking at me like what Justin? You’re not my dad and if people stare then so what I’m pretty sure there will be many other girls who will have less on and be showing more than what I am. “ You said crossing your arms across your chest. He really was making a big deal out of nothing.
“Go change,” He finally yelled which only caused you to yell back a loud “No!”
“You’re not going then,” He huffed turning away so he wasn’t looking at you anymore.
You rolled your eyes at him as you watched him grab his wallet and phone then stuff it in his pocket. You grabbed your clutch and followed him as he walked out the door.
“I said that you’re not going Y/N,”
You ignored him and got in the car still. He groaned getting into the drivers seat then driving a silent ride to the club.
When you got to the club Justin turned off the car and got out walking into the club without you. You were getting so irritated with him it was unbelievable. You didn’t even want to be here now that you two just got into an argument and he’s being stubborn.
You sat in the car with your head against the black leather seat thinking about why he got so pissed over nothing. He usually doesn’t care what you wear and always says you look beautiful in anything.
You opened the car door and started walking towards the club. You stepped inside not needing to stand in line since you were with Justin. The smell of alcohol and the sound of loud music all around you.
Walking into the VIP area you saw a girl sitting next to Justin his arm around her shoulder as he was whispering in her ear and she was laughing. You felt yourself get hot from how angry you are but instead of storming over there you confidently strutted to him in your 6-inch heels and sat right in between him and the brunette girl giving her a glare so she would get the hint to leave.
As she left Justin leaned over to and said, “What’s your problem?”
“What’s my problem? What is your problem? You’re ignoring me, treating me like shit and flirting with other girls over some damn dress!” You yelled over the Rihanna song that was playing.
“It’s not just the dress. I don’t guys thinking they just come up to you like that you’re my girl and I don’t want anyone checking you out,”
“Justin you were just flirting with a girl not even five minutes ago and now you want to say I’m your girl” You turned you head away from him not even wanting to continue the conversation let alone still be here.
“We were just talking Y/N” He said giving you a look.
Without saying a word you got up and walked out not even caring if he was behind you or not. Running out the club the cold air hit your skin causing you to shiver.
Waiting for a cab you ran you hands up and down your arms looking down at your feet. After a few minutes past you heard a car honk and you looked up to see Justin’s car in front of you.
You rolled your eyes as he rolled the window down waving for you to get in the car. You looked away pretending you didn’t see him until he honked again.
“Come on Y/N,” He paused, “I won’t keep being an ass, I promise.” He said.
You sighed and got in the car quickly putting on your seat belt. “Don’t talk to me for the rest of the night,” You exclaimed, crossing your arms again.
“Babe,” He cooed, calling you a nickname for the first time tonight, as you two walked into his house. Ignoring him you started to strip yourself of your clothes in front of him making him shut up. He stared at you as you changed paying him no mind.
You slipped on a t-shirt and put your hair in a bun. Grabbing two pillows you threw them towards him with a spare blanket whipping the smirk he had right off his face.
“Sleep on the couch.” You grumbled switching off the light and getting into bed as Justin still stood there.
You couldn’t see him but you could hear as he changed his clothes but when you thought he was about to leave the spot behind you in the bed sank. His strong arms wrapped around your waist and he kissed your head. You quickly moved his arms from around you.
“Don’t touch me,” You muttered under your breath. As mad as you were at him you did want to him to hold you while you sleep but you couldn’t give in that easily.
“I’m sorry,” He said his voice cracking from how tired he was.
“Mhmm,” You hummed the felt his arms wrap around your waist again, “Justin.” You said sternly.
“What do I have to do for you to forgive me?” He asked putting his head on you shoulder.
“Leave me alone,” You answered.
He didn’t take that as in answer and instead kept talking. “I’m sorry for being an asshole sweetheart. When you walked out the club I realized how much of a dick I was being. You’re right like always, it was just a dress. What you didn’t get though was that you looked so damn good, actually beyond damn good more like sexy as fuck. That’s why I got so angry I don’t want guys drooling over you or trying to take you away from me. I love you and I just want you all to myself. I wish I could just make it so that only I could see you and were invisible to everyone else in the world because you’re so damn beautiful…I just, I’m sorry Y/N.” He babbled.
You turned around so that you were facing him caressing his cheek before softly placing a kiss on his lips making his hands start roam your body. “I love you too and its okay,” You breathed after pulling away.
He pecked your lips once more, “So can I sleep in here with you?”
“Only if we can cuddle the rest of the night,” You mumbled.