i would so wear this to school

nuttyhazelnut  asked:

I have an OC that doesn't wear anything but loose fabric around her (I was allowed to paint her in school because she was covered and she's never actually naked) would you consider that NSFW?

nsfw is suggestive and sexual stuff so as long as thts not the case im down for it :O

anonymous asked:

What do you think about bullying? Because your writing has a lot of heartbreak, and I understand this may be too far of a reach, but have you ever had your heartbroken? Because your writing is just so real and painful, I don't think a normal happy person like Mor would write this. I can totally imagine Nesta writing what you have.


I don’t like pettiness, negativity, or bullying. I’ve had personal experiences with all three. Picked on for my injuries, for trying hard in school, for wearing a certain pair of clothes  it’s not okay. I don’t care if you’re the president of NHS or cross country captain. You don’t pick on someone just because you see them as a threat for your position. As leaders, you’re supposed to bolster camaraderie. As humans, you’re supposed to connect and share rather than break and hurt. It’s much more powerful to lift someone up than break the individual: positivity is so much more harder to see and create than negativity. 

It’s also why I write about these painful aspects. So that when I do write about happiness, it’s much more felt due to the juxtaposition. It’s also why I can’t wait to see Nesta’s growth in the ACOTAR. I want to see how SJM deals with a female character broken and hurt by society, especially an individual. I want to see Nesta rise above her current scenario, because not everyone has the will or courage to. 

I write to reflect my thoughts on my current situation and observations in society. I don’t think I’ve had my heart broken over love because of a male, but because of my family. The idea of family is to remain and support. But if your own family will not, desiring a separate destiny for you, then how can you be happy? How can you thrive in a place that you do not feel safe, or cannot call home without wincing? I believe Nesta also feels this way. She does not feel safe in her body, much less her home, right along the border. She resents humans, especially males for what Tomas has done to her. She resents the Fae as well, and now is one.

That’s why I really, really cannot wait for ACOTAR. I need to see how Nesta deals with this transition. It’s important to me. Because when times get tough, I imagine myself as one of the characters from a piece of literature. When someone tries to call me out for trying too hard, for studying (because academics are my way out of this hellhole), I channel my inner Aelin, and fire back. Or sometimes I become passive aggressive like Elide. Either way, Nesta is vital for me. 

To directly answer your question, I do not tolerate bullying. I understand that it will continue to exist even if it was outlawed, but then I’d damn as well make sure every single person who dared to vituperate another ended up in a cell. There’s a line between bullying in words in writing and those in real life. If your intentions are to hurt a person in life, then you are a killer. Because you are trying to decimate another’s feelings. You are trying to murder another’s mood and their happiness. You are ruining another’s life. 

I have been heartbroken, and I know I will be in the future. But I don’t mind because I’ll have my characters to always depend on. Yes, they may backstab and betray, but I can depend on them to remain true to their characterization, unless us fickle humans. 

(sorely considering deleting this later because i just revealed a part of my chipped self, but we’ll see)


based on this post … because I thoroughly enjoy @badhpideas

One time in high school a teacher saw my bra strap slip out of my shirt sleeve (because I have no shoulders) and she told me in front of the class that if I didn’t fix it permanently so that she and the boys couldn’t see it she would send me home for the day. So I reached up my shirt and unclasped my bra and removed it and shoved it in my gym bag. All the boys just stared at me and nodded slowly and went back to reading, and the teacher was horrified. “You can’t do that! Put it back!” “But you said you didn’t want to see it. Now you can’t see it.” She didn’t write me up, and it never came up again.


My little sister was in tears today because she was wearing her hair naturally to school. She told me that she didn’t want to because people at her school always made fun of her or laughed at her when she did (including her friends and teacher). She said that she hates her hair and that she wishes it wasnt like how it is. I tried telling her that people would kill to have hair like hers. She didn’t believe me and said that no one wants hair like hers and that she hates it. We live in a predominately white neighborhood, so shes used to seeing white girls with flowing hair. She feels as thought their hair is prettier than hers. I know this is a bit stupid and all but, could you guys reblog this and share some positivity so that I can show her that she is loved and that her hair is beautiful and she should never be ashamed?

timeskip and brief continuation of childhood klance au cause y’all enjoyed it so much :)

i think that over the years they got way closer (keith is wearing lance’s shirt how close are they?) and had sleepovers well into high school 

also i think keith would sometimes switch to korean when he’s tired or grumpy :D 

//i had to google what a snapchat screen looks like bc i don’t have snapchat

( and btw what keith said was absolutely put into a translator; if I got it wrong, pls let me know :O )

It’s OK to wear makeup to the gym.

Who would have thought that so many girls would be looked at negatively for wearing makeup to the gym. People always seem to have snarky remarks about the girls who walk into the gym with a full face of makeup on. 

I was one of these girls for years. I would wake up every morning and put on a full face of makeup, go to school, and then go right to the gym. It wasn’t that I was getting all dolled up just to go sweat it off, but some people believed that that’s exactly what I was doing.

And so what if I had? Did I become incapable of building muscle because I had glitter on my eyelids? Was I now incapable of burning calories because I had blush on my cheeks? Was I now there to simply get the attention of guys instead of work on my self esteem because I had eyeliner winged across my eyes? 


I was treated so poorly by a group of guys that came at the same time as me that year. Because of these boys I actually stopped going to the gym altogether because they made me feel so uncomfortable. Do I think they treated me poorly fully because I was wearing makeup? No, of course not. But I noticed a difference on the days that I didn’t wear any makeup. 

On days that I wore makeup to the gym I was constantly talked to. They would come stand at my treadmill and not leave me be despite my one word answers. They would watch me from across the room. If I went upstairs into a small room with spin bikes, some would follow and just stand there. One time I was trying to leave and the group of them blocked my way saying I did not get to leave unless I gave a certain one a kiss. It was a nightmare.

On the days that I didn’t wear makeup things were a bit better. Only a couple of them would talk to me, they wouldn’t look over at me as much and I’d be left alone when I went upstairs. It was almost as if they realized on those days that I was there to work on myself and not to flirt with them. It was almost as if I became a person those days, instead of just an object they wanted to fuck

So please, from my experience of borderline harassment, just remember that the girls wearing makeup at the gym are the exact same as the girls there with naked faces. All they want is to be left alone.



In light of Moana’s fast-approaching debut, I feel like I need to remind y'all that this shit:




This year my high school thought it would be really cute to use Hawaiian culture as a theme for homecoming. I was so disgusted and furious when I found out I was literally shaking. I have seen my culture being used as a trend or theme all my life, and I felt utterly betrayed when I discovered my “tolerant” and “accepting” school reducing it to a mere stereotype. They even encouraged students to wear their best “tiki-themed outfit”. DO NOT LET PEOPLE USE MOANA AS AN EXCUSE TO TREAT POLYNESIAN CULTURE AS A COSTUME. Disney is already subtly trying to commodify our culture, as if you couldn’t tell from that Maui costume bs. For some reason indigenous cultures are always ignored when they are appropriated and exploited. People treat us like we are extinct. We are still here, and we will never go away. 

Thank you. This has been PSA.

My highlight of this season so far is how, as soon as Isak knew his friends were cool with him not being straight, every single fuck he had to give disappeared, I mean he’s:

  • Shut Magnus down whenever he made a homophobic remark unknowingly
  • Basically told Even to get his shit together (with texting advice from Jonas)
  • Kicked all his friends out of the apartment when Even showed up
  • Willingly made the first move
  • Spent the entire weekend with Even and then posted a picture of him wearing Isak’s shirt (that Isak wears a lot so everyone knows it’s Isak’s) on Instagram
  • Showered with Even and gave him a blowjob while his flatmates were home
  • Shamelessly told Even to meet him after school and he’d do it again
  • Told his dad outright he would be bringing Even to the Christmas concert and that Even was his boyfriend
  • Just overall done with everyone’s bullshit

In conclusion Isak is a BAMF who is done living to please other people and I am so proud!

Instagram/ tumblr There was a time I was walking to varsity, I was feeling all pretty and stuff with my black tight knee high dress, black shades and a black shevhone coat . As I walking my thighs began to rub against each other . It just brought memories of how I use to be so self conscious about then . How it I used want to die ( not literally) because the rubbing would make inner thighs dark, or a would get a little blister. I use to look at my skinny friends and wonder how is it like not to have your thighs wanting to make out with everytime I wanted to take a walk , I wondered how nice is it to wear swimming costumes and shorts and not be conscious. Thinking back it’s understandable why I thought that way , I was in primary school about to go to high school. In my head I had to be thin to be perfect in the eyes of society and myself. Perfect face , Boobs, Thighs , Legs everything. Now my mindset is so different because I have excepted that I’m not perfect, I have imperfections. No one is perfect. Once you realize that , life becomes easier when you realize that being perfect is a myth and your imperfections are the reality. You make your imperfections perfect in YOUR eyes.

I would like the next three seasons to look like this...
  • Season 4: Even is the main character, it's his last school term on Nissen, so it needs to be now. It focuses on his bipolar disorder, not his relationship with Isak, though of course we'll get glimpses of that as well. Why was he thrown out of his last school, who is Mikael and questions like that are brought up. And Isak keeps on being a supportive boyfriend and they hold hands in public and all is good.
  • Season 5: Sana is the main character. She is strong, independent and she is representing something we almost never see on television! It's a positive and beautiful portrayal of a teenage hijab wearing Muslim that breaks the stupid stereotypes the western world has. It's deeply needed on television and Sana is just badass overall so I would love to see her season.
  • Season 6: Vilde is the main character. She's been fighting a low self esteem and an eating disorder. So many would be able to relate to her on a deeper level. And she's been obsessed with getting the Russebuss and all that together so I would love their last school term, when they're actually on the bus, to be hers
Taste My Cherry

Felt like writing a short ereri thingy today because I’ve been eating lollipops all day today and got INSPIRED. So here you go ;))


Everyone knew about the princess of Shinganshina High.

Whenever you heard the familiar sound of high heels clicking across the hallways and the clinking sound of boys dropping their pants, you immediately knew exactly who it was. He was known for shamelessly wearing frilly pastel skirts and fishnet stockings that made those milky white thighs look so goddamn delicious and dangerous that anyone would want a taste of that whipped cream skin. Eren knew this.

Oh he definitely knew how tight his pants could really go whenever he saw that pretty princess in the hallways.

Levi Ackerman.

Eren smirked and blew out the smoke from his cigarette.

He watched that ethereal piece of royalty work those perfect red puckered lips around that candy sweet lollipop as his lithe body leaned against his best friend’s van and devoured all the innocence from around him. Eren stayed leaning against his motorcycle and took in the princess’s wardrobe for the day. He licked his pierced lips.

Levi was not in his usual pretty pink pastels and glitter bomb glamour today.

Fuck no.

And it made Eren want to bend that fucking ass over his precious motorcycle and take him for all that he was.

Those once pimped up feet dressed in high heels were grounded to the floor in military boots and were laced up in the back with small black bows. His creamy vanilla legs pampered with black thigh high socks that had the brunette drooling to slither that cloth off his skin and bite into that sugar induced flesh.

Letting his gaze go higher, Eren drank in the way Levi’s ass filled those black, ripped up booty shorts that were dipping a little lower in the front than they were supposed too to expose the tell tale sign of sinful red lace panties. He grinned. Such a goddamn tease.

Greedily taking in the rest of him, Eren found himself loving how the raven’s slightly defined chest was clothed in a black laced crop top and leather jacket. He looked so fucking sinful and delectable it was driving Eren’s nuts.

Quite literally.

When Eren caught sight of the leather collar wrapped all tight and snug around his neck with a cute little red bow tacked to the front, he felt his cock twitch. He loved it when Levi wore his collars. It made him want to slap a leash on him and call him mine.

Taking another drag from his cigarette, Eren watched as Levi pulled the glistening lollipop from his mouth and stuck his bubblegum tongue out to reel the candy back into his mouth and close his eyes.

That fucking lollipop.

His eyes stared intensely at Levi as his lips puckered up and popped that candy straight out of his mouth as he dug his perfectly white teeth into the corner of his lower lip and leaned his head back.

Eren raised his eyebrow.

He flicked his eyes up to the princess’s face and felt himself tense up.

He was watching him.

The fucking nerve of him.

Levi smirked and brought the lollipop to his lips as he dragged his tongue up and around the top before his cherry red mouth enclosed around it and began sucking.


Eren took another hefty intake of his cig and flared the smoke out through his nostrils as his eyes stayed glued to that fucking lollipop.

His mind was hungry and fast to imagine what that not so innocent mouth would feel like around his cock- sucking him like the next to best goddamn lollipop the princess ever had in his royal state of mind.

Eren took notice of Levi digging his other unoccupied hand into the front belt loop of his shorts and lightly tugged- revealing more of those dark red lace panties that he was hiding underneath. The brunette knew that Levi was teasing him to the point of being a hot mess, and was the raven’s evil devised plan working?

Hell the fuck yeah it was.

We’re talking about the motherfucking princess of Shinganshina High, for fucks sake.

Of course Eren was going to be turned on.

Eren stomped his bud into the ground and beckoned the punk princess over with his index finger. That’s right, you little bitch. Get that pretty ass over here.

Levi grinned and continued to suck on his lollipop as he pushed off the van and stalked forward. Eren focused his attention on those sinful hips swaying and stuffed his thumbs into the fronts of his jeans as he watched Levi sucking and licking that lollipop even harder.

Today would mark the day that Eren found himself jealous over a piece of candy.

Levi lowered his eyelashes and watched Eren with a playful look as he pulled the candy through his red plump lips with a sexually frustratingly loud wet POP.

“Wanna have a taste of my lollipop, Jaeger?”

Eren grinned as Levi popped his hip and pressed his hand on his prominent, bare waist as he stuffed the lolli back into his mouth and lapped at the flavor with his tongue.

From such a close distance, Eren could tell Levi was wearing a decent amount of eye makeup to make his beautiful silver cat like eyes really stand out against his porcelain skin and well structured face. It only made Eren want to drain him dry.

“I don’t know…” Eren drawled as he stood away from his motorcycle and walked up to Levi. “Depends on the flavor.”

Levi stared up into Eren’s ocean eyes and slowly pulled the lolli back out of his mouth before he licked his lips. “Cherry.” He purred.

Eren dropped his gaze to those red painted lips and smirked. “Sounds tasty.”

Levi grinned. “Then what are you waiting for?” The raven taunted as he leaned on his tip toes and brushed his sticky sweet lips against Eren’s ear.

“Taste my cherry, Eren.”

Special Snowflake Wants to Start a Movement

Special Snowflake has been a long time coming for me. I started my life of activism in high school, and when Trump was elected I knew I had to do more than post to Facebook. I wanted to create a community of people who would take part in small but impactful campaigns, and I wanted to donate to every and any cause. But I didn’t have any money to do so. Realizing if I offered something, I could make the money to donate, I set to work designing basic t-shirts with phrases like, “When #BlackLivesMatter Glass Ceilings Shatter,” and “#NODAPL”. My thinking is that people want to wear their solidarity on their sleeves, and people want to donate–but it’s human nature to want to get something back for that. 37.5% of the profits will be donated to either Black Lives Matter, Planned Parenthood, or the Dakota Access Pipeline protesters. As a new organization, Special Snowflake will be sending proof of donation to customers who request it, and making it public on Tumblr.

I will be honest: I did not have to put any money into the t-shirt shop. I do not care if I never sell a t-shirt. What I want to do is create a community. When the Injustice Boycott sought to raise the age a minor could be tried as an adult from 16 to 18, a mass-tweeting campaign helped make that a reality. That is a great example of something that takes about thirty seconds to do, but has a huge impact. I want to build a coalition across America of people who will be willing to look out for these little actions, like calling CEOs invested in the pipeline. If we can get people across the country doing these little actions, soon our congressmembers won’t be able to deny our voice. So please, check out the t-shirts at specialsnowflake.threadless.com. Or, skip right to the blog at specialsnowflakestorm.tumblr.com and get involved in small campaigns! They come from people like Shaun King, leader of the Injustice Boycott, or leaders in the Lakota fighting the Dakota Access Pipeline, etc, and are part of larger initiatives. These campaigns are making a huge impact, and by following my tumblr, you can be a huge part of it.

anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran + V with a MC who has an 'emo-like' fashion ?? Facial piercings and black wardrobe vibes. tHaNkS a bUnCh

A/N: Y'all haven’t seen how I dress but this me a lot of the time ^^;; (Though when I went through this emo-phase back in high school I had blue hair and raccoon eyes but omG I MISS MY BLUE HAIR I WANT TO DYE IT BACK) I kind of went based off of things I would wear during this phase sooo;;; ~Admin 404


           -You were nicely dressed at the party so he really had no idea what your casual sense of style would be, but no matter what it was, he was sure it was gonna be cute!!

           -10/10 did not expect you to be wearing so much black and spikey… things

           -???? Is this the same MC??

           -Has nothing against it at all but? WOW not what he expected

           -You’re still the same MC!! Just…. in darker clothes and makeup than expected!!! Still loves you!!

           -“MC! Share some of your bracelets with mmmeeee!”


           -He also loves the splash of colour it gives your outfit!!!!

           -If you dye your hair he’s 500% for it because now you two can dye each other’s hair!!


           - you steal his leather jacket very often

           -But he loves it!!!

           -It’s very expressive! Completely accepts it!!

           -If you have a tongue or lip piercing he is fuCKING WEAK

           - THE BEAST, MC, THE BEAST!!!!!!

           -Ripped skinny jeans!!! Yes!!! Put them on!!! Y E S

           -Secretly loves the short vests you put on over loose tank tops

           -If he sees any black piece of jewelry, or a piece of clothing with a skull on it, he’s buying it for you


           -He knows you like black, but??? It’s so cute when the only splash of colour you put on is in your hair!




           -She’s really happy you express yourself but!!!

           -This is so not business professional MC that’s…the point, jaehee

           -Respects how well you can do your smokey eye makeup! skills, MC, skills

           -Paints your nails for you if you paint hers!

           - refuses to admit she checks out your butt in your skinny jeans

           -She does like your large sweaters and plaid over-shirts though!!!

           -Takes them to wear around the house and plays dumb when you ask her about them

           -“?? These aren’t yours. I’ve had them for years? Are you sure? I think you’re wrong. See, this plaid shirt is red, you wear all black. It can’t be yours!”


           - Listen here mr. bodyguard, I’m not a threat, I’m not a delinquent, I’m MC and I’m hERE TO SEE JUMIN HAN, JUMIN, LET ME IN!!!!!!

           -C H O K E R S

           -Surprised when you showed up at his penthouse in a corset-like dress???

           -Aren’t corsets meant to be more….lingerie-like???

           - what are you trying to say here mc

           -He actually really likes it, so long as you…. don’t wear so many spikes and chains and… black…. and take out the jewelry in your face when attending fancy parties

           -He tries so hard not to laugh when Elizabeth tries to play with your dangling chains hanging from your belts

           -10/10 Will buy you beanies with cat ears on them

           -Okay lets be real, he’ll buy you anything black that has anything related to a cat on it pls wear this for him MC

           -Likes when you wear high-heels with spikes all over them, they’re just so badass and he can’t help it?? But remember to be proper when needed, otherwise it’s all good MC




           -Can and will do your makeup for you

           -If you wear skinny jeans with rips in them, he’ll make sure his fingers are cold and poke your leg through them


           -Tries to see how many crosses he can put on your outfit until you tell him to stop

           -Loves giving you his hoodie because it’s so big and long and hey, it’s mostly black anyway!!

           -GALAXY CLOTHING!


           -Unnatural hair colours is an A+++++ for him!! Loves it!!!!


           -Oh my is that a nose piercing? How cute!!!

           -He’s okay with it but wow, it’s very expressive of you

           -Black, lacey dresses make him WEAK


           -Every time he sees you in any type of band merch, he asks you about them

           - secretly has a list written down somewhere about the bands you seem to like the most

           -Loves taking pictures of you because each picture shows different pieces of your personality because your outfit is always expressive

           -Unnatural hair colours are soooo pretty in different lights!!!! LET HIM TAKE PICTURES

           -You always seem to carry a backpack that’s 5 times too big for your body every time the two of you go out for photoshoots but you’re literally the cutest thing in the world

           -Seriously does not mind how you dress? It’s just a part of you, please be yourself, that’s all he asks of you


           -This little hoe likes to bite on your lip piercing and it’s like??? DON’T at least not in public okay

           -“MC, that’s my choker. No, it’s mine! I LITERALLY BOUGHT IT LAST WEEK, THAT ISN’T YOURS, YOURS IS ON THE DRESSER”

           -If you wear dark red shades or black lipstick, he dies and goes to heaven

           -He dyes his hair, so he wouldn’t mind if you did as well

           -Just to mess with you, he’ll pull your beanie down over your face

           - listen, asshole;;;;;; you’re ruining my makeup

           -Doesn’t even try to hide the fact he checks out your butt in your skinny jeans

           -You try to take his jacket but he ALWAYS catches you and takes it back

           -“Get your own! I’m wearing it!” “But I like it!” “THEN GET YOUR OWN I JUST SAID THAT”

           -Spike-Squad; no one gets close to you in fear of being poked by them lets be honest people avoid you all together because??? so much black tends to scare others

#1: Elizabeth Eckford

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Elizabeth Eckford. This extraordinary woman was apart of Little Rock nine, a group of nine African American students who were the first black students to enroll in Little Rock Central High School in Arkansas in 1957. Here are a few words from Eckford about her experience preparing to attend her new high school:

From  FacingHistory.org:
“I was more concerned about what I would wear, whether we could finish my dress in time…what I was wearing was that okay, would it look good. The night before when the governor went on television and announced that he had called out the Arkansas National Guard, I thought that he had done this to insure the protection of all the students. We did not have a telephone, so inadvertently we were not contacted to let us know that Daisy Bates of NAACP had arranged for some ministers to accompany the students in a group. And so, it was I that arrived alone.”

"On the morning of September 4th, my mother was doing what she usually did. My mother was making sure everybody’s hair looked right and everybody had their lunch money and their notebooks and things. But she did finally get quiet and we had family prayer. I remember my father walking back and forth. My father worked at night and normally he would have been asleep at that time, but he was awake and he was walking back and forth chomping on cigar that wasn’t lit.”

“I expected that I would go to school as before on a city bus. So, I walked a few blocks to the bus stop, got on the bus, and rode to within two blocks of the school. I got off the bus and I noticed along the street that there were many more cars than usual. And I remember hearing the murmur of a crowd. But, when I got to the corner where the school was, I was reassured seeing these soldiers circling the school grounds. And I saw students going to school. I saw the guards break ranks as students approached the sidewalks so that they could pass through to get to school. And I approached the guard at the corner as I had seen some other students do and they closed ranks. So, I thought; ‘Maybe I am not supposed to enter at this point.’ So, I walked further down the line of guards to where there was another sidewalk and I attempted to pass through there. But when I stepped up, they crossed rifles. And again I said to myself; 'So maybe I’m supposed to go down to where the main entrance is.’ So, I walked toward the center of the street and when I got to about the middle and I approached the guard he directed me across the street into the crowd. It was only then that I realized that they were barring me, that I wouldn’t go to school.”

“As I stepped out into the street, the people who had been across the street started surging forward behind me. So, I headed in the opposite direction to where there was another bus stop. Safety to me meant getting to that bus stop. It seemed like I sat there for a long time before the bus came. In the meantime, people were screaming behind me what I would have described as a crowd before, to my ears sounded like a mob.”

LotF Mean Girls AU
  • “Get in, loser. We’re going hunting.” -jack, upon seeing ralph staring at some other guy during soccer practice, promptly getting jealous, and trying to turn ralph’s attention on him.
  • “Raise your hands if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by jack merridew.” (everybody including the entire choir stands up.)
  • “That’s why his hair is so red. It’s full of anger.”
  • “On wednesdays we wear war paint”
  • “I don’t hate you because you’re fat, you’re fat because I hate you” -jack to piggy
  • “I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school. I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy.” -simon probably
  • “Bill once caught making out with a hot dog.” “Oh my God, that was one time!”
  • “Samneric both hooked up with Coach Carr?!”

So I finally peed my pants on purpose. Everything played out right for once in awhile! 😜 So I was wearing light blue skinny jeans with the pink and white stripped underwear from an earlier accident, (I posted that story) that has yellow stains on it from when I peed trying to get my pants off at school. And you could probably see my panty line, I’m not sure. Any way, at school I decided to stop going to the bathroom before I went to lunch. That way I’d have about 3 and a half hours to hold it and I would have lots of water during lunch. Normally after 3rd block, which is the class after lunch, I really have to pee so I knew I would be desperate after 4th. During 3rd I felt my bladder filling up and I slowly became more and more uncomfortable, the usual for 3rd block. But I made it through and made my way to 4th block. Throughout that class my desperation was growing and I was squirming in my chair, occasionally crossing my legs with my hand on my crotch. Doing whatever I could to hold it in. Then my friend made a joke about something and I burst into laughter which caused me to pee for like 4 seconds before I could stop. I look down to see a noticeable dark spot on my crotch. Class finally ends and I think to myself, “oh boy. I really have to pee. I think I can make it to the car..” Bell rings and I bolt out the door running/walking painfully to my car. Almost there, I feel more pee escaping and running down my leg. I keep going, hoping I can stop and that no one saw what happened. Once I sit down in my car, I see that there was a visible dark line down my leg…someone probably saw that happen I say to myself. None the less I am excited to finally pee my pants when I want. I head home with out peeing anymore, but I could feel my bladder muscles getting weaker and weaker. When I got home and hurriedly got out of my car I pee again for maybe 5 seconds. I bend in my legs and feel my butt getting warm and wet. I run inside and head upstairs to my bathroom, wet and desperate, clutching my crotch in extreme pain and jumping up and down. Unexpectedly, I sneeze and let go for 6 seconds, soaking my crotch and butt, pee running down my legs. I stop and grab my warm, wet crotch. Thinking to myself, “let’s have some more fun and lay down in bed. Not go now but keep holding and push myself.” So I go to my bedroom and lay down on my bed. I manage to keep holding for like another hour or so. My pants were mostly dried by now and there were some faint pee stains, more like an outline of the wet spots. Laying down with my legs crossed, I watched YouTube and getting so desperate I was shaking and whenever I moved, even a little bit, I would almost start to pee. But then something happened in a video that caused me to start laughing, and as I laughed pee started escaping into my pants, down onto my butt and on the bed. I immediately stopped laughing, sat up and grabbed my crotch, jumped off the bed and went to the door. As I “fumbled” with the door knob my bladder was slowly giving in and I felt short bursts escape into my pants. After a while I gave up trying to get out of my room and gave in. Pee exploded into my pants. I bend my knees and look down at a puddle growing at my feet. Pee was running down my legs and up my butt, darkening my pants as it went. Still peeing and shaking I slid down my door and sat in my puddle. I was on the floor peeing for probably 2 minutes before I finally stopped. I was soaked in pee, warm and sitting in my own pee puddle. I stand up and turn around to look at my backside, which was totally soaked. From my butt all the way to my ankles, my pants were shiny, wet, and dark blue. I Iook at my front and see lines of pee running my crotch into all different directions down my legs. The wet spot I had left on my bed was about the size of a text book and the puddle I had made was probably 2ft by 3ft or something like that idk. I then decided to keep those clothes on for the rest of the day, so I began to clean up my mess. As I write this my pants and underwear have dried. My pants have stains outlining the wet spots and my white, pink and yellowish stripped panties are now pink and yellowish stripped panties. I’ll probably keep the panties on till tomorrow. Why not😝. Hope everyone liked the story, I had a blast.

Opposite day

For @carryon-countdown day 3!

Opposite day made me think of a day where everyone has to say the opposite of what they mean. Which I thought would make an excellent spell for Simon to accidentally cast over Watford.

This was super funny to write, so I hope you enjoy it!


I’ve cursed the entire school, but I swear it was an accident. Usually I’m the only one fumbling with my words, but now the entire school is spitting out the opposite of what they mean, and nothing anyone does can stop it. Everyone’s hoping it’ll wear off after a few days.

I never trust myself to say new spells out loud, precisely to prevent an incident like this from happening. But this time it wasn’t even a spell. Penny and I were out in the Wood when the dragon ambushed us – we like to practice spells out there sometimes, it’s peaceful and there are less people to worry if something goes wrong – and I had my sword out and Penny was casting spells as fast as she could and none of it was making any difference.

‘Use your words, Simon,’ she called to me in between barrier spells. We’d given up trying to defeat the dragon and were now just focused on staying alive.

‘I can’t,’ I grunted, narrowly dodging the dragon’s great snapping jaws. ‘I can only go off.’

‘You can!’ she shouted. ‘Don’t kill it! Just send it away!’ She was knocked to the ground by the dragon’s swinging tail, and I rushed to her side, slashing uselessly at its side with my sword as I ran.

‘I’m okay,’ she said, scrambling to her feet and raising her ring. ‘Just use your words.’

‘I can’t!’ Slash. I didn’t want to kill the dragon, but I wouldn’t have a choice. I could only save us by going off.

Everything I cast –’ Slash. ‘- just backfires. Everything I try to say -Slash.- the opposite comes out.’ My words were coming out doused in magic, even though I wasn’t holding my wand, and I was too busy fending off the dragon to notice. ‘It’s like I’m talking in riddles.’ It opened its great jaws and flames poured out towards my face. I stumbled backwards, away from the heat, and just as the flames reached my body, I went off, an explosion in the heart of the woods, and when I came to, the dragon was gone and Penny was on the ground beside me, coughing.

‘Is it alive?’ she asked.

‘I know.’ I frowned.

‘Is it alive? Alive, I didn’t mean. Alive.’ She frowned too.

‘I know,’ I tried again. ‘I know.’ (I don’t know!) ‘I know.’ I shook my head.

‘Simon… I’m not saying exactly what I don’t mean… I…’ She huffed. ‘You cast a spell off me!’

I looked at her, confused, and then it clicked. I’m saying the opposite of what I mean. You cast a spell on me.

‘Awesome,’ I said.

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FBaWtFT Spoilers

At first I thought it was really cute that Newt was wearing his Hufflepuff scarf at the end, but the more I think about it it kind of breaks my heart? Like, he was bullied at Hogwarts and had like one friend who is assumed to be abusive to him (emotionally) and got him kicked out of school, so the fact that he would so proudly wear of symbol of a school that treated him so bad makes me really sad. 

Not My Jersey (Auston Matthews)

Anonymous said:

Can I request an Austin Matthews imagine when you are taller than most of your friends with being 5'7 and you go to one of his games wearing heels and you start to feel self conscious with you being so tall? (Ps wearing his jersey would be a plus ;) )

Word count: 1897

Author’s note: I love Mitch, so if you ever wanna send anything in for him, you’re more than welcome too…

Part 2

Originally posted by jamiebenntrash






All throughout your childhood, these were just a few of the names that your classmates would call you in order to make fun of your height. It’s not like you were even that tall; you just liked to wear heels, which pushed your height right up to about six feet even. Of course, you learned to laugh when people would tease you as you walked down the hall. By the time you got to high school, the majority of the ‘name-calling’ came from your best friend Mitch.

But eventually, childhood comes to an end, and so, too, does childish teasing…

Unless your best friend gets drafted by the hometown NHL team, the Toronto Maple Leafs, and you get accepted to your dream college which is conveniently located in Toronto.

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