First of all thank you both so much for the request! This was by far my favourite dress in the film. I love it so much!! I was originally going to draw the full dress but then you said summer dress and my mind went with it ^^” 

💛🌹 @nomoejellyfish
Viktor Character Confessions

Viktor: one time, when I was 21, I snuck into the women’s bathroom at Walmart because the men’s bathroom had run out of the nice smelling soap.

Viktor: honestly, I think I’d look good wearing a push-up bra

Viktor: in my junior champion days there was a girl competing that was being really mean to the other skaters, so I put gum in the bitch’s hair.

Viktor: but seriously, I would look so good wearing a bra

Viktor: I make sound effects in my head while I skate.

Viktor: I’ve walked in on Yuuri changing before and hot damn that boy is t h i c c

Viktor: I literally bike behind him now, just so I can watch his butt while he jogs (I don’t regret it at all)

Viktor: tbh, the banquet wasn’t the first time that Chris brought out a stripper pole.


“I was just a little girl when I wrote that song, God knows what it’s about… It’s a little bit… It’s a little bit strange. I was really young and I was going to San Jose State and I had one outfit from a store in San Diego that was called…hu… ‘Strip Thrills’ or something like this. That was where Janis Joplin and Grace Slick bought all their clothes, so I saved my money and went there and bought this beautiful outfit. (…) So I would wear that outfit to San Jose State sometimes, carrying my Goya classical guitar. I was painting the picture… And I would literally walk through San Jose State like this… And I swear to God it was like the Red Sea parted. Because I believed that I was going be a huge rock and roll star, and I was 20 years old, and so all of San Jose State also believed I was gonna be a rock and roll star 'cause even though they didn’t know me, they saw a girl who believed in herself. And what I wanna tell you is… That was just a dream. It was just a dream, but I believed in it. (…) And I want you, in this crazy world that we live in right now, to believe in your dreams and to know you can do anything you want. You’re talented enough, you’re cute enough, sweet enough, smart enough, and intelligent enough… Just reach out into those Bella Donna stars, grab that idea and bring it down and make it happen. Don’t let anybody get in your way 'cause they will. Everybody is jaded. The whole world has gone crazy, don’t believe them. You’re special and you’re beautiful and you can do anything you want. And girls, don’t let anybody get in your way. Wrong millennium. Don’t make me run for politics.“

24 Karat Gold Tour, Newark, NJ - April 2, 2017


I feel that I dress very much to Spencer, or in the same style, except that she seems to find the time and the will to shop for new things constantly. I never shop; I really don’t like it, I get anxiety. Should I buy this? Is that too much money? Are those really shoes I would wear? It’s so annoying to deal with that a lot of the joy gets sucked out of it. So, generally, all of my favorite pieces were gifts or passed along to me from a good friend, my mother or brothers. I like things with stories. I would rather wear an old ripped velvet blouse from the 19th century than a new designer shirt. Who cares about that shirt? Where does it come from? What’s special about it, other than its price and the label inside? But the dress my mother wore when she was pregnant with me? Or a red dress I wore in college on stage as my favorite character in a play? I’ll never throw that away.

“Love’s greatest power isn’t always pleasure or passion or even peace; sometimes love is just the most potent of poisons.”

Character: Lilias de Glas

Taken from: Sonnet to Shadows

artist: @phantomrin

Sigh, knock that dress down a few shades of purple and I would so wear it … and just tell the gawkers that their last night’s sleep lasted a few years actually and fashion has taken a turn for the elegant and gorgeous once again. ;)

anonymous asked:

Do you have any quotes of Stevie's relating to any spiritual aspects such as astrology, purpose or manifestation?

Hey anon, I’ve gathered some quotes for you, I’m sure there are more so if anyone offers more input, I’ll edit this post, ok?

I don’t think Stevie has mentioned astrology much other than her being a Gemini, here’s the most recent quote where she cites it:

What have 42 years as a member of Fleetwood Mac taught you about ­compromise?
A lot, because when you’re in a band you have to be part of the team. There’s something comforting about that. But in my solo career, I get to be the boss. Having both, for a Gemini like myself, is perfect. And I knew that in 1981: that me having a solo career would only make Fleetwood Mac better.” (Rolling Stone, 2017.)

Click here for more “Gemini” quotes.


Here’s a little about spirituality in general:

I feel there are good spirits everywhere when I am writing my songs, helping me. I just feel them and feel good. And it’s not stupid or mystical or weird. I just get good feelings from ~ I don’t know ~ the air.” (Creem Magazine, 1982)

I think there is definitely a God. I think there was definitely an angel with me all the way through the bad times. Somebody keeping me safe. I feel very spiritual now. I really believe that God makes my music good and makes me able to deliver it and makes me able to not look or feel fifty. I mean, there has to be some outside help - this can’t all be happening on its own.” (WEGQ FM Eagle 93.7 - May 21, 1998.)

I am religious. I wasn’t raised in any religion, because we were always moving when I was a kid and didn’t get involved in any church. But I believe there have been angels with me constantly through these last 20 years, or I wouldn’t be alive. I pray a lot. In the last few years I’ve asked for things from God, and he’s given them to me. And there were things I thought were gonna kill me, and he fixed them… I was destroying this gift that God gave me and asked for help. Now I’m happy, even outside my music, and enjoying my life.
(Billboard Magazine, April 18, 1998.)

I do consider myself a very spiritual person. But I do not practice any specific religion.”

There is always magic to be summoned at any point. I love to live in a world of magic, but not a fake world of magic. We all really basically have a lot of magic… It’s only those of us that choose to accept it, that really understand it. It’s there for everyone. That’s the only thing that I feel that I am able to give to people and that’s why I know that they respond to me because I try to give them only their own magic… not mine, but theirs.”
(Jim Ladd Innerview, 1979.)


As for purpose and manifestation, I think it’d be misleading to say she has talked about those things specifically, I mean, using those words, I don’t remember ever reading that, however, I believe these quotes are really fitting:

I don’t like to lose, and that winning spirit has taken me thru most of my difficult times.”

Well, someday when I’m sitting in Beverly Hills in my small but beautiful house, next to my small but elegant pool, in my long white cotton skirt and white blouse with my hat and enjoying all the music that I love…” I mean, I’m like… I planned it out. I planned it out. I think that my life is a testament to believing that if you want something, you can make it happen, so hope springs eternal…” (Master Class, 2013.)

“So I would wear that outfit to San Jose State sometimes, carrying my Goya classical guitar. I was painting the picture… And I would literally walk through San Jose State like this… And I swear to God it was like the Red Sea parted. Because I believed that I was going be a huge rock and roll star, and I was 20 years old, and so all of San Jose State also believed I was gonna be a rock and roll star ‘cause even though they didn’t know me, they saw a girl who believed in herself. And what I wanna tell you is… That was just a dream. It was just a dream, but I believed in it. (…) And I want you, in this crazy world that we live in right now, to believe in your dreams and to know you can do anything you want.” (24 Karat Gold Tour, 2017. Read more here.)  

“This is my thought for you for tonight. The testament is dreams do come true. Anything you want is out there for you to just reach out in the stars of Bella Donna and just grab one, because it is all there. You must continue to believe that you can have what you want. Don’t ever let anybody tell you that you’re not talented enough or smart enough or any of that, because you are. You’re totally beautiful. You’re totally talented. You can do anything you want. Never let anybody get in your way. Tell them to get out of your way. You are on your way to greater things.”  (24 Karat Gold Tour, 2016.)

“Your dreams are there just hanging in the sky just waiting for you to take them.”   (24 Karat Gold Tour, 2016.)


Hope that helps a little.

anonymous asked:

I've always hated my arms so I would never wear tank tops or anything that didn't have sleeves but it gets super hot here so this summer I have decided that I'm gonna just go for it and wear tank tops instead of burning up and so I bought a tank top and some fun bright teal pants and I wore it today and I actually felt good about it! Thank you for having this blog, it has truly helped me a bunch💖

Oh my god I bet you look so gorgeous in your new outfit!! I’m so proud of you! I hope you stay cool out there. So much love.

-Mod h

60 Seconds (Part 6/10)

Summary: You’re part of the Avengers team, but that doesn’t mean you get treated the same by everyone. Your relationship with Bucky is playful, but as your past comes back to haunt you, things might change.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: ~2400 (WHOOPS -  told you longer chapters were coming)

Warnings: ANGST. Mentions of blood/injury, murder, & torture (not detailed, but it’s explained what was done to the character). And as always, language. 

A/N: Yay for flashbacks! Yay for backstory! (Seriously, this entire part is all backstory/flashback). Hope it’s still enjoyable! :D

Tags: @hymnofthevalkyries @xenaathena @andhiseyesweregreen @the-hidden-seeker @lilasiannerd @pandarosita @heismyhunter @hellomissmabel @skeletoresinthebasement @the-freakin-cookie-monster @ailynalonso15 @your-puddin @colouredwater @clairefxkingtemple @feelmyroarrrr @barnesfuckedmeup @quicksilverbells @hugsnpugs1 @buckybarnesisalittleshit


Burgerbrug, Netherlands, 2 years ago

When your phone rang, you knew that something had gone wrong.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Y/N. It’s raining outside, so I would wear your rain boots,” your father’s voice came through the speaker. He sounded tired, and hurt. The call ended immediately after he finished speaking.

You bolted toward the front door, tossing on your hoodie and grabbing your backpack. Running over to your neighbor’s barn, you opened the door, revealing the truck parked inside. You started it up, and the moment it did you were accelerating out of the barn.

“Please be okay, please be okay,” you repeated to yourself. You were used to your parents coming back a bit scuffed up, practically growing up always seeing at least one of them with some sort of bruise or bandage. But if this mission had gotten out of hand to the point where you had to evacuate, you knew things were bad. You zipped open the backpack, pulling out the gun, tucking it into your waistband. Your mother always taught you to be prepared.

Your heartbeat did not slow, even when you pulled into the town, parking the truck in front of the bakery. You pulled up the hood on your jacket, and walked inside the bakery.

“Wonderful weather, isn’t it?” the man at the counter asked you as you stepped up.

“I decided to wear my rainboots, just in case,” you replied. The man’s smile faded, and the partition opened, and you stepped inside, practically running to the back room.

Your heartbeat did not slow, even when you reached the back room and knocked four times. You only calmed when the door opened, revealing your mother.

“Are you okay?” you asked her as you stepped inside. Your mother locked the door behind her, and pulled you into a hug.

“Zoet,” she sighed. “I’m glad you’re safe. I’m okay. Your father’s been shot.”

You pulled out of your mother’s embrace, walking over to your father, who was sitting in a chair, his hand pressed tightly to his shoulder.

“Papa,” you said in relief. “How could you let yourself get shot? I thought you were faster than lightning.”

“Not today, it seems,” your father joked. “I’ll be all right. But we need to move. They’re after us – the files.”

“We barely got out of there. The only reason we did is we put an electrical grid behind us that delayed them for a few seconds,” your mother told you. “Just another time your father’s inventions have saved us.”

“Let’s not get in a situation where we need to have that happen again,” your father said, coming to a stand. “We need to leave.”

You nodded, and wrapped your arm around your father’s waist, letting your mother lead the way down into the tunnels. You walked for a while, supporting your father’s weight. He grew weaker as you progressed, the bandage only doing so much to stop the bleeding.

“How much further?” you asked.

“A mile. Hold on, Lucas,” your mother responded. You heard your father chuckle lightly.

“I’m not going to leave my girls,” he replied.

Eventually, you reached the exit to the tunnels. You helped your mother pry the cover off it, revealing the street above. Your mother went first, and the two of you helped push your father up, and then you came up the ladder, closing the cover again.

“What took you so long?” a familiar voice asked you. You looked up, seeing Q, an old friend of your parents. He was the one to bring you your escape vehicle, as well as your new paperwork and records.

“The usual complications,” your father responded. “Thank you, Q.”

Q waved a hand. “Anything for a friend.”

Before any of you could say anything, a shot rang out, and Q dropped to the ground, a bullet wound in the middle of his forehead.

“Get down!” your mother yelled, pushing you and your father to the floor. She reached into the truck, pulling out a rifle. You pulled out your pistol, and you made sure your father was armed, too.

“Which direction?” you asked.

“East,” your mother said. “Probably from the church roof. The shooter will have moved by now.”

You heard the squealing of tires pulling up to your location, and you knew there were multiple vehicles. This was going to be a shootout, and you knew this wouldn’t be easy.

         “Rebecca, Lucas, Y/N, we don’t wish to harm you,” you heard Kent shout. No doubt he was waiting for one of you to show yourself so he could shoot you. Or worse. “We just want those files. Give us those, and we’ll leave.”

         “You know you can’t open them without us,” your mother replied. “Don’t act like you aren’t going to kill us once you get them.”

         “Hmm. Well, you’re right, I will – but I won’t enjoy it as much as I normally would.”

         Gunfire rang out, and you took the shots you could. You were able to take out 3, and you noticed your mother took out 6. But more poured in, and you only had so much ammo.

         “Y/N,” your mother called out. She was leaning against the truck, by your father. She was clutching her arm, having been grazed by a bullet. “We’re not getting out of here.”

         You fired off the rest of your shots, and fell back down, looking at your parents. Your father was growing paler by the minute, and all three of you were tired.

         “Okay,” you said, dropping your gun. Your mother shook her head, and handed you the pistol your father had been holding.

         “No. You can still get out of here. Take the truck and leave. We’ll stay here. It’s us they really want. You know we won’t give them the info,” your mother told you. “Y/N, please, get out of here while you can. Stay safe, zoet.”

         “Mama, please. Don’t make me do this,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes. You knew this is what you had to do – HYDRA only would use you against your parents. It was foolish to stay behind and let them get the three of you.

         You slowly got into the truck, crouching down, looking up into the side mirrors to see what was going on. You knew you couldn’t get out now if you tried – they needed to thin out, first. You watched as your mother surrendered to them, and was grabbed and forced to the ground. Your father was dragged out, and both of them were roughly shoved into an armored vehicle.

         “Where are you, Y/N?” Kent called out. “Don’t think that we don’t have a use for you.”

         You watched as one of the goons approached the truck you were in, the others searching the remaining vehicles in the area. You waited until the HYDRA agent was just to the passenger window before kicking it out and kicking him in the process.

         Starting the truck, you threw it into drive and started speeding away. But an armored vehicle sped into your path, and you swerved to avoid it. Unfortunately, you couldn’t change direction in time to avoid the other car, and you crashed into it. You tried to pull away, but the door was ripped open, and you were dragged in front of Kent.

         “Y/N,” Kent sighed. “I do wish you wouldn’t struggle.”

         “Fuck you,” you spat.

         “I’d learn to watch your mouth,” he replied, and knocked you out.


         When you woke up, your head was pounding, and it took your eyes a while to adjust to the darkness around you. You were tied down to a chair, and confined in a cell. You immediately noticed it wasn’t electronic, so that meant a power surge wouldn’t help you. It was either breaking the lock or finding the key. That was, if you were able to get out of the metal restraints you were in. It would mean breaking your wrist. But if that was what it would take, you’d do it.

         “Y/N?” you heard faintly. You looked to your right, seeing your mother in the cell next to you. She was on the ground, her face swollen, her body bruised and bleeding.

         “Mama?” you gasped. “What… what did they do to you?”

         “I’m all right, zoet,” your mother wheezed out. “They come every 6 hours. But now that you’re awake, they may come again.”

         “Where’s papa?”

         Your mother was silent for a moment. “I… I think he is still downstairs. Being patched up so that they can hurt him more.”

         “We’ll get out of here,” you told her. “They’ll send someone to rescue us.”

         “I wait for the day they try,” you heard Kent say. He was dragging in your father, a gun trained to his head. “But in the event they do come for you, I can’t have the three of you rescued at once. No, that would be too big of a victory for them, you see, and they’ll think I’ve gone soft. And I can’t have that.”

         Suddenly, the gun was pointed at your mother. You barely had time to open your mouth to scream when Kent pulled the trigger. Your father began fighting back, and Kent fired off one round into his stomach, the second into his throat. He stepped away, and your father’s body fell to the ground.

         “I’ll kill you!” you screamed. “You bastard!”

         Kent laughed, and stepped into your cell. You nearly vomited at the sight of your father’s blood on his collar.

         “Oh, Y/N,” he sighed. “I plan to kill you first.”


         You were tortured every day for 243 days. To varying degrees, of course, depending on who it was assigned to you. There were some who were easier, whom you could handle. Others were harder. But the worst was Kent. Because every time you saw him, you couldn’t help but see the bodies of your parents. You couldn’t help but replay the sounds of the gunshots that ended their lives 10 feet in front of you.

Kent needed you, that you knew. He couldn’t access the files he wanted without you alive. It was your insurance. No matter what he did to you, you knew he wouldn’t kill you. At least not until he got what he wanted.

         You didn’t relent. Not when you were punched, kicked, drowned, cut, electrocuted, burned, starved, force-fed, choked, or left in near-freezing water for as long as your body could stand. But as much as your body could take, your mind could only take so much. You became apathetic, distant. It was as if you were a passenger in your own body. It was how you had gone so long without giving him the info he was torturing you to receive.

         When it was an easier day, just your standard beating, you heard the alarm sound. Surely this was a dream. Besides, even if the alarm went off, that didn’t mean anything. It could be a test, or the arrival of a particularly dangerous individual, anything but a rescue for you. After all, if they had taken this long, why now?

         The HYDRA agent beating you continued his work, yelling for someone else to go investigate. It wasn’t long until you heard commotion outside the room you were being kept in. The agent paused only when the door slammed open, and a flying object came straight to his face, knocking him across the room.

         “Y/N L/N?” a man asked you. He was wearing a red, white, and blue uniform, and a helmet covered the top half of his face. Captain America was sent to rescue you? You had to remember that time had passed since you were captured, and he was probably involved in more missions now.

         You nodded slowly.

         “I’m here to get you out of here,” he said, running up behind you, easily snapping your restraints. “Can you walk?”

         “Yeah,” you replied, coming to a stand. But it turns out you were weaker than you thought, as when you took a step forward, you fell. You were caught before you hit the ground, however. Captain America retrieved his shield, placing it on his back before picking you up in his arms, beginning to run with you out of there. Gunshots rang out, and he moved back behind cover, setting you down.

         “Buck, I could use a little backup here,” you heard him radio in. Immediately after, you heard groans of pain and sounds of a fight.

         “I’m always looking after you, Steve,” you heard a voice say. Suddenly, there was another man in front of you, a face you also recognized – but for another reason.

         “You—” you began. You watched as the Winter Soldier rolled his eyes.

         “I don’t do that anymore. You missed out on some important stuff while you were here,” he replied. “I’m on their side, now. I’m Bucky, Y/N.”

         You opened your mouth to reply, but the world around you swirled as you felt the repercussions of standing for so long. Bucky picked you up easily, and once Captain America checked that the coast was clear, ran with you outside to the quinjet. You were placed on a stretcher, and immediately after the hatch closed, the quinjet took off.

         A man in a familiar red and gold armored suit stepped up to you, extending a hand.

         “Tony Stark, Iron Man.” he said. You reached over with your right wrist, despite the fact he was extending his right one, too.

         “Y/N, broken wrist,” you replied.

         He reached up, tapping the side of his glasses. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., scan Y/N here for injuries.”

         “Concussion, lacerations to her entire body, bruising of varying degree, 2nd degree burns, dislocated right shoulder, broken wrist, 3 broken ribs, torn ligaments in left knee, sprained left ankle. She is also malnourished and her vitals indicate a severe lack of sleep and extreme levels of stress,” a voice rang out.

         Tony let out a small cough. “Sorry. You’re a real tough cookie, kid.”

         “Where are we headed?” you asked.

         “New York,” you heard Captain America reply. “It’s where we have the best team of medical staff and supplies to help you. And it’s the safest. The man who kidnapped you is still out there. We can protect you back in New York. You’re with some of the most trained individuals, Y/N.”

         You nodded slowly. You knew that even if you had an entire army by your side, you would never feel truly safe until he was dead. Until you killed him.

Like my aunt and other kids would make fun of my arms for being hairy so I would wear sweaters during the summer and like suffer hear stroke bc I KIDS ARE EVIL

Fem! Luke

Words: 2.3K

Warning: Real Sub! Luke

Summary: Luke likes to wear make-up and more girly clothes, you make him feel like a pretty princess. Because fuck gender roles. (I think about this a lot) Pic creds: @niwisdoodles This is my last Luke smut for a while.

I had just arrived back from college walking into my shared apartment with my boyfriend Luke. It was a simple flat, walking into the front room straight away taking off my shoes and walking over to my room. Luke was stood in a long knit pink sweater which had brown arm pads. He had black kitten tights on and a black choker around his neck. His blonde hair mostly curly, with his long fringe. He no longer had his lip piercing in which left his glossy pink lips. It didn’t go untouched to me and his best 3 mates that Luke like wearing more girly things, but that didn’t matter to me. I loved Luke no matter what. I was always quite a tomboy girl, so I would wear jumpers and sweats and Luke was the one who would wear the pretty dresses and skirts. Today he was in more comfy gear and so was I if I’m being honest, I loved my grey jumper and black jeans they were some basic things that I wore to college.

“Hey Lukey” I mumbled. He stumbled over his own feet knocking over a few of my lip sticks and looked at me.

“What are you looking for babe?” I asked, throwing my bag on the bed and walking over to him. He sat down on the stool and folded his sweater around his hands giving him sweater paws. He looked up at me as I stood up the couple of lipsticks he had knocked down and got onto my knees, sitting in between his legs. Which were covered in black tights, the bottom of the tights looked like stockings and had kittens on them, I had bought them a while ago thinking they were cute, but as soon as Luke laid eyes on them I knew he would enjoy them more then I would.

“I was looking for the make-up that make’s my face shiny”

“Highlighter?” I asked

“Yeah, I like the way it makes my face pretty” he blushed. I opened the top draw and grabbed my powdered highlighter and powder brush by technique. I opened the lid and swiped the brush along the highlighter. I shook the brush off and looked at Luke, who had his eyes shut and his face was rested. I slowly brushed the highlight over his pale cheeks and he gave me a small smile, showing off his dimple. I dabbed the brush into the highlighter and then over Luke’s nose. I made sure not to make it to over the top and made it look sparkly and natural. He was a masterpiece.

“You’re so beautiful” I smiled. He opened his blue eyes and looked in the mirror. He stroked over his face, his lip tucked in between his teeth as he placed his hand on the desk looking at my make-up.

“Could you do my eyeliner?”

“Yes, of course I will Lukey” I giggled, I grabbed the liquid eyeliner as Luke shut his eyes once again, leaning back onto the chair. I leant forward resting the palm of my hand on his cheek an I swiped the liquid against his eye lid. I made a perfect wing and filled it in, when I was finished I blew on it watching likes eye twitch slightly. I moved around to the other eye, doing the same and not fucking up. When I do make-up on Luke I never seem to mess up, its more of if I do it on myself. But then again I hardly wear make-up only if i’m going out.

“All done, baby boy”

“Thank you” he stuttered out. “I missed you today” he said shyly, looking down at the floor.

“I missed you too, babe”

I leaned in and kissed over his lips, I stroked over his cheeks and swiping my tongue against his lips. Luke tasted like cherry, the lipsil making his lips glossy and smooth. He let out a wine as I interlaced my fingers in Luke’s and pulled him up from the chair and over to the bed. I kissed over his face and pushed him on the bed. I sat over him as his hands came to my waist. I kissed his neck which was a beautiful shade of white, compared to the light pink colour of his sweater. I sucked down on a spot, swiping my tongue over it and kissing it before realising it from my lips. I saw the skin of the hickey turn a red colour and I swiped my thumb over it. I slowly grinded onto him as he let out a small moan of my name. I bunched up his knit sweater just above his waist and ran my fingers under the hem of his tights. I pulled down his tights, rolling them off all the way and placing them on the floor. He had lacy panties on under his tights that he tried to cover up by putting his hands over his bulge.

“Don’t hide from me Lukey” I mumbled against his lips, kissing him, reassuring him that its ok to be who he is around me. I reached down for my grey jumper pulling it off my body. I unclipped my bra and threw it across the room, Luke reached forward grabbing my breasts in his hand as he slowly stroked over them, I never had big boobs but I knew the Luke liked the small perky boobs that I did have.

I moved up to sit on his thighs and I stroked over his pink lace panties. I pushed his sweater up his body as he pulled it off his head dumping it on the floor. He was wearing a small pink lace cami top which matched his lace panties. I smoothed my hands over his tummy and I kissed over his pale collar bones, sucking a hicky onto it watching the shape of it turn like a love heart. I smiled sliding the straps of his cami top down his arms, he pulled them out as I rolled it over his head. I latched my mouth over one of his pink nipples sucking onto it. My boobs were resting against Luke’s crotch as I sucked onto his nipple. His pink nipple going hard at my touch. I sucked onto the other one, rolling it between my fingers and gently blowing on it.

I pulled down his pink panties, his hands were twitching on his stomach as he tried to hide himself. But he knew that I would take away his hands and give him a disapproving look. I placed one of my hands onto his interlaced ones circling my thumb over him. “Such a pretty dick Lukey” In my other hand I stood up Luke’s dick running my thumb over the vein. His hips slowly thrusted upwards as I swiped my thumb over his tip, collecting the small dribble of cum that had leaked out. I stuck my thumb in my mouth, tasting the salty pre-cum run down my throat and I made eye contact with Luke. His baby blue eyes started turning a dark blue colour as his thighs shook beneath me.

“You’re such a good boy” I praised, I leant down swirling my tongue around his tip, remaining eye contact with him. I wiggled my tongue and squeezed the based of his dick with my hand. Pumping it slowly up and down and I licked over his tip. I sucked down further onto his dick, making it hit the back of my throat. I looked up at Luke who was biting his lip, not letting out any moans. I took my mouth of his cock as he let out a quite whimper.

“Lukey, what have I told you about holding back moans?” I questioned, slowly pumping his cock in my hand.

“N-not to hold back moans f-from you”

“Thats right, so please don’t do it baby” I half growled going back to his cock, running a line up his dick and sucking over small spots. I got back to the tip, edging down onto it bobbing my head. Luke was looking at me and letting out whines, his pretty highlighter making him looking like a angel in disguise. He shut his eyes and fell back onto the bed his head nestled in the pillows as I held onto his hand.

“F-feels so good” He whined. I pushed down, the farthest I could go hollowing my cheeks around him, making sure to swirl and nuzzle my head. I slightly choked coming back up his dick and spitting saliva around him, spreading it around his dick with my hand. I ran my fingers over his balls, squeezing them along with the based of his cock. His hips started to grind into my mouth and I felt his heartbeat in his cock. I pursed my lips around him, making sure to run my tongue along him whilst sucking.

Luke let out a raspy moan of my name as I let go of his cock. He went wided eyed at me and I raised my eyebrow, asking for him to complain. He just laid there and pouted at me.

“I’ve been a good boy” he whispered, almost to himself. I almost felt guilty before I realised I had a pool of wetness running down my thighs and I needed to take care of that. Pleasuring my baby boy always gets me feeling some type of way, especially when Luke is wearing pink. I stood at the end of the bed and took off my trousers, pilling them at my feet. Luke was watching my every move as I took off my black boxer shorts.

“You want me to ride you, baby boy?”

“Yes please” he smiled, I climbed back on the bed, over him and sat just above his hard dick. I ran my fingers over my folds, feeling how wet I was. Luke placed his hands just in front of my pussy as he shyly tried to touch me. He ran his index finger down my slit and he slid it into my entrance. I circled my finger over my sensitive bud rolling it between my fingers. Luke took his finger out of me and moved it towards his face as I slid back down his body. He put his finger in his mouth, shutting his eyes showing off his beautiful eyeliner. He moaned around his fingers as smirked, sliding my pussy onto his dick.

“Fuck” He moaned, opening his eyes and parting his lips. It took a minute to get used to his size but due to my pussy already being wet I started to bounce. I felt his cock stretch me out, his wet dick sliding against my walls. I leant down kissing his pink lips and his button nose. He smiled as I touched his choker that was around his neck. I licked over it and looked at his white skin contrasting against the black item. I put my hands over the choker and pressed down, still riding Luke but watching his reaction. He moved his hands above mine and pushed my hand down harder on his neck. I raised an eyebrow at him as he thrusted up into me.

The only sound in the room was skin slapping and the sounds of Luke’s breathy moans, which I felt against my hand. I rubbed circles on his neck as I grinded into him. I moved my free hand towards my clit twirling my fingers around it and I let out a moan. Luke looked exhausted his blonde hair matted to his face and his face flushed.

“I’m not going to last” he said hiding his face in his hand. I tore them away from his face as he started letting out whines and he tried to grind up into me. I placed his hands on my boobs as he pinched them, shutting his eyes.

“Cum for me baby” I groaned. Luke squeezed my nipples as I felt him cum inside me, his face glowing and his eyeliner slightly smudged. His hips thrusted upwards and I felt his thighs tense.

“Y/N” he moaned out. I smiled as I bounced on his dick hearing him whine sent shivers down my body. I knew he was sensitive when he looked at me afterwards, he looked down at where we were connecting and moved his hands towards my pussy. His finger rubbed figures of eights over my clit as I felt my high approaching. Luke clamped his mouth around one of my nipples sucking onto it. I ran my fingers through his hair, pushing him closer to my chest.

“Please cum for me Y/N” Luke said in a hushed tone. My pussy quivered as Luke’s baby blue eyes looked up at me through his eyelashes. My body completely shut down as I came around his cock feeling every inch of it pound against me.

“Oh Lukey” I moaned, squeezing my thighs around him. I bit my lip grinding out my high. Luke had let go of my nipple and now was lying back on the bed. I got off Luke, whining as I felt empty and I climbed off the bed. I walked slowly into the bathroom, my legs feeling like jelly and I grabbed a flannel and soaked it in warm water. I walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed, running the flannel over Luke’s cock. I know he didn’t like it sticky in the morning.

“Thank you” Luke mumbled. I kissed his forehead and threw the flannel in the wash basket. I climbed under the duvet where Luke was now snuggling as I became the big spoon. I pecked his cheek and laid my head on his, wrapping my arm around his waist.

anonymous asked:

So uh. I'm going to an All Time Low concert in a few weeks. The only other concert Ive been to was Lindsey Stirling's way back when so like. How should I prepare and what should I expect? (I'm thinking this'll be much crazier considering the way lower age demographic) I'm going alone, btw, so if you have any extra advice for that??

so i would wear comfortable shoes and light clothing because you’ll be standing and you want to be comfortable. don’t get involved with the crowd too heavily if you don’t want to. it’s better to be safe than to be scared and possibly hurt yourself. drink water!!

as far as going alone, i would get on the line pretty early and make some friends that way. you already have something in common (you’re both there to see the same bands) so start a conversation that way!!

When I was a kid. I wanted to be Blade’s side kick. Except that man doesn’t do side kicks but heck. I was persistent. So I would wear my uncle’s long ass coats and his sunglasses. They kept falling off. I bought those fake ass vampire teeth from the dollar store and used the broom stick as my weapon and started swinging. I was “training”.

How to make the perfect holiday wreath with Neil Patrick Harris

Neil Patrick Harris: Tip number one: Get a glue gun. You’ll find out soon why. My second tip is to make sure that the table you’re using is higher than this one, because right now it’s just… It’s a lot of balls.

How long did it take you to transform into Count Olaf?
NPH: The makeup took about two and a half hours every morning. The meditation was another hour and a half. I would eat a big breakfast – that was probably 45 minutes. And then it was lunch.

I’m assuming you don’t have a lot in common with your character personality-wise, so how did you prepare to play a villain?
NPH: Playing a villain was fun, only because you get to do all the things you wouldn’t normally do in your real life. You get to spend time growling at children, reprimanding people, barking at people on set. Saying, “Where’s my coffee? Where’s my coffee?!”
And I mostly didn’t mean it. I was mostly doing it out of jest.

And what was the biggest challenge you faced?
NPH: The hardest part of playing the villain was the prosthetics, because I couldn’t really move my face as much as I wanted to, and yet I had to move my face a lot. If I moved my face in certain ways the prosthetics would come apart, so I could do a lot of eyebrow acting, but I couldn’t do a lot of nose lifting, or the corners of the nose would pop out.

What was your favourite part of the costume?
NPH: I like Olaf’s wardrobe, because the whole thing seems like it should be a period piece in many ways, and yet the date is non-specific. So I would wear cloaks and jackets, but also turtlenecks. I was a little beatnik, and kind of hipster in that way. It was Olaf by way of Brooklyn.

Did you feel pressure coming into a project that had so much anticipation behind it?
NPH: There’d been a movie based on this before, and that was, I guess, a little bit of pressure. At the same time, that movie told four books in two hours, and we have two hours per book. So we have eight hours to tell four books, and if people watch we’ll get to tell more of them. There’s only thirteen books, so there’s only going to be two more seasons, but that allows for a lot of time to be in character and to maintain character.

What was your favourite scene to film?
NPH: I did enjoy singing the song, called “The Count”, which is Count Olaf’s big song that he sings to the kids when they first arrive with his henchpeople. He wrote it himself, and he thinks he’s really, really talented, and it’s a terrible song. So we had to learn intentionally bad choreography… We did these almost Lady Gaga-ish kind of movements, which were just awful, but that made me laugh.

Personnal collection : sumie landscape houmongi / silver, red and black geometrical nagoya obi / (quickly and poorly put on) red date eri / red shibori obiage / red, white and dark purple obijime

(Even if it just plays on kimono neutral colors, I LOVE this coordination. A big hug to Ai no Kimono for being an adorable seller <3

From afar, the sumie garden scenery seems under a snowy blanket. We don’t truly celebrate Halloween around here but if so, I would probably wear this outfit, a long black wig and some spooky pale make up - yuki-onna style)

anonymous asked:

Hey Nikki! How would you style dark grey sweat shorts with cuffed leg? (They're from h&m and still available if you want to see what they look like)

So I would just wear a black or white band tee, vans, tattoo choker and if it was a tad chilly then add a flannel

(V basic I know but should look good plus comfy af)


Favourite 2004 movie Masquerade costumes

This photoset includes those I think is both beautiful, well made AAAAND appropriate for the occasion.

For example, I think Christine’s pink ball gown is beautiful, but it has always bugged me to no end that everyone else dress in black/white/metallic shades while she appears in colour. I *get*the symbolism, but I think it looks moronic. Same for the Phantom’s Napoleonic “Red Death” costume. It’s very well made, but the horror element is totally lacking.

So yeah, these costumes are the one I can envision a late 19th century costume ball to feature (except that first silver one, but I WOULD SO TOTALLY WEAR IT), I think they’re well made, I think they fit the scene, and I think they’re beautiful. I wish I had a better photo of Madame Giry’s Asian inspired attire, but ah well.