insecurity moment

“It’s February 14th, Neil!”

Nicky was exasperated. It was obvious by the way he looked out of breath even though he was just standing there being rather noisey.

Neil scrunched up his nose. As much as he loved Nicky, he wouldn’t mind hearing him less right now. 

“What’s your point, Nicky?” 

The thing with Nicky, however, was that when you requested a straight answer, you instead got a show. 

Act one of this show was apparently looking around at the rest of the foxes and proclaiming, “Can you believe this kid?!” 

Andrew was coming from his appointment with Bee so wasn’t at the locker rooms yet for practice. Neil found himself silently hoping he would get there faster to shut Nicky up.

Usually everybody would just let Nicky go on his rant, half ignoring him and half egging him on. But when Neil looked past him, he realized that all the Foxes were actually paying attention. Their eyes were focused on Neil with a combination of pity, confusion, and general annoyance. 

Nicky was making a huge fuss now, not actually getting to the point but rather going around it. “Of all the days to not know-”

But Matt cut him off. Which was odd, because Matt usually didn’t cut Nicky off. 

“Neil….do you really not know what today is?”

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“To me, beauty is confidence. I think I’m pretty confident in the decisions and the choices I make in my personal life and career, but the same time I also let my fans know that, just like them, I have insecurities. I have moments when I don’t feel good about myself. I think people can forget that, at the end of the day, I’m just a normal girl dealing with lots of the same issues as them.”

anonymous asked:

is there by any chance you can do some insecure chubby mc ^^;


  • He caught MC checking herself in the mirror more than once
  • Poking or pinching her thighs, butt, and tummy
  • Always wearing the same frown
  • She covers up a lot, wearing loose fitting clothing
  • He probably doesn’t realize that she’s self conscious until either (a) she asks for reassurance or (b) someone insults her size and she starts crying
  • needless to say, someone who insults her might awaken Yandere!Yoosung (yay alliteration!), in which case, they better run
  • Yoosung, of course, loves her, reassures her, and comforts her once he starts recognizing what’s going on
  • When Yoosung catches her checking herself in the mirror, he likes to point out how beautiful she is


  • MC always remarks on how jealous she is of Jaehee’s clothes
  • They’re all so pretty, but MC feels like she can’t wear anything like it because of her size
  • Jaehee isn’t as quick with compliments as the guys are, but she shows she cares in her own ways
  • If Jaehee ever finds out MC has been crying, she makes sure to know why and see if they can’t solve the situation
  • She makes sure that MC never feels too self conscious by helping her do clothes shopping and picking out the cutest things in MC’s size, and if it doesn’t look good on MC, she finds something that does


  • Oh god, she would get so nervous about being seen in public with him, not wanting to ruin his aesthetic or image or something
  • I mean, yeah, she’s his manager, but she probably works really hard to not gain more weight/possibly lose it so as not to embarrass him
  • Zen is easy with the compliments of her beauty and declarations of love
  • But as much as she hears it and appreciates it, she can’t unhear some of the things said about her by his coworkers and fans
  • There’s even a couple of forums dedicated to her and how she’s hated for stealing Zen all for herself when she’s just a pig
  • MC was on set one day with Zen, he was getting changed in another room, and two of his coworkers were whispering loudly and snickering, calling her “Zen’s pet piggy,” wondering why he kept her around and how she must surely be an embarrassment
  • Her confidence continues to drop and she feels like her heart is breaking because she doesn’t feel like she’s good enough
  • But Zen is never embarrassed to be seen with her, he revels in just being able to be with her, and isn’t afraid to kiss her for the cameras
  • So as insecure about her figure as she is, Zen is always there to reassure, comfort, and love her
  • Plus, he probably tells off anyone he hears say (or hears they talked about) MC not being perfect the way she is


  • Well, life as Jumin’s lover/fiancé/wife certainly puts in the spot light and makes her deal with a lot of members of high society
  • Working for the RFA does the same thing but… RFA parties invite people without money as well
  • Most women she encounters are thin (sometimes sickly so), and openly put her down for being chubby
  • MC does her best to keep a stiff upper lip and not cry in front of them or anyone, but whenever Jumin hears those comments he demands asks for an apology because they were so rude
  • She talks to the nutritonist to change her diet to help her lose weight, starts working out
  • Jumin probably doesn’t think anything of this until a few months later when he finds MC crying by herself
  • When Jumin hears about her insecurities, feeling huge and so on, he’s actually really upset that she would think about herself like that
  • He makes her look deep in his eyes and assures her that she is perfect the way she is, and she is the best thing to come into his life (Elizabeth is a close second)
  • He also promises, that if she ever feels like this again, he will make her feel like princess she is meant to be


  • He’s the most observant and notices and realizes all her insecurities the moment she has them
  • Saeyoung is quick to hug her
  • He likes to tell her how he loves how soft and comfortable she is
  • Her boobs and tummy are really comfy pillows too he might not say this one to her face, unless its to break the tension and make her smile/laugh
  • If Saeran ever said anything hurtful towards her, in particular about her size, Saeyoung gets up in his face with a fake smile plastered on his face saying, “You meant to say how beautiful she is, right Saeran? Right? Isn’t she beautiful? Isn’t she beautiful Saeran?” Saeran’s suddenly too scared to do anything but agree

An Essay about LGBTQ+ representation and art, tied up with a bit of a tribute to Stephanie Rice.

I haven’t written something like this in quite a while. But I’ve been thinking a lot this past month about stories (even more than usual). So please be patient with all the caffeinated rambling I have to do here. 

Needing to tell stories is something I have always known. There’s not a point in my life that I can look back on and not find in my younger self the intense will to put words and worlds, experiences and characters on paper. I’m sure this is a thing many artists and storytellers would say about their own lives. It’s the heart hammering, hand shaking need to find an outlet for experiences, passion, compassion and emotion that answers every “how did you know you wanted to do this” question with a “because I had to.”

Being gay is something that I haven’t always known. And yes, I can look back on my life and point to moments and insecurities and road bumps that came from having always been gay. But I haven’t always known. Knowing came later. Knowing came with combined fear and confidence and the ability to eventually shatter the brick walls I’d built to hold my shoulders upright, in order to look at myself more clearly. And then I knew, and now it’s as though I always have.

I spend a lot of time thinking about my experience coming out and the experiences of other LGBT people around me, and young kids who have come out and are coming out every day, either in quiet moments to themselves, or in one big fight with their families, or again and again each day to that Uber driver or that woman next to you on the plane, or your hair dresser who always asks who you’re dating. I spend a lot of time thinking about how that experience can be made easier, how kids can be received with more love, how we can better learn who we are before the years of self doubt. And no matter how much I think about anything, I am almost always brought back to the same two ways to fix anything. 1. Through giving and compassion and 2. Through art and stories. 

With each generation in the LGBTQ community, the groundwork is laid for the ones that follow. From fighting for our right to live and be seen, to demonstrating that we’re just like everyone else, the generations before mine have laid a foundation that I am fortunate and humbled to stand on. In that light, I really and truly believe that it will be my generation that brings us alive, as a community, through art, that tells stories and writes songs so that generations after us can see themselves a little sooner, can look up to more than just a handful of queer artists, can grow up knowing and with families who know that there is no one normal, no cookie cutter sexuality, no right experience. 

I have few memories of experiencing media that was specifically gay, growing up. But one of the clearest I do have is watching Pretty Little Liars with my mom. I grew up in liberal Massachusetts, outside Boston with loving, accepting parents. Even still, I can vividly remember a time when Emily, a then high school student on the show kissed her girlfriend and my mother explained that she just “didn’t like to see it” that it was fine and she had “nothing against it” but “she’s just a little girl” and she didn’t want to think about it. I’m sure my mom’s response wasn’t different from many others. So often, the world is okay with kids being queer but not okay with showing them a world of experiences like theirs beforehand. My mom is one of the most loving people I know and I tell this story with a fondness. She’s always been accepting of who I am. I’ve always been safe and supported. There’s a chance she doesn’t even remember this moment because she loves me for who I am. But when all is said and done those moments happen all the time and they pile up and they mean something. They mean something because there are young kids, across the country, across the world, in less loving houses, with less accepting parents, who don’t have the word for what they feel for years and years, who are sheltered from seeing Emily Fields kiss girls on TV, who watch their parents turn off movies if two boys are in love. Those kids hear song after song on the radio where girls sing about boys and boys sing about girls. They’re raised on fairytales and animated films about Princesses who marry Princes or don’t marry at all. They flounder, they search, they look for themselves here and there and everywhere and they come up empty handed. They come up with one song by a niche band that no one else listens to, or one sad lifetime movie about a woman’s dead gay son, or one lesbian on a TV show who inevitably ends up dead. 

It’s my understanding that art is never meaningless. That culture and stories are what shape who we are, our worldview, our communities. It’s my understanding that when we diversify those stories we begin to change the world, stone by stone, kid by kid. 

Often, I hear other LGBTQ people talk about not wanting to be defined by being gay or bi or trans. But the more I grapple with it and the more I exist in this world, living in LA, working in television, fighting for my chance to tell stories, the more I want to scream it. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. Because maybe if I yell it loud enough some kid will hear it and say “hey me too.” Because maybe if I pour that pride and pain and passion into my art it will reach their television some day, their home, their couch, and even if it doesn’t change their dad’s mind, it might make them feel less alone or give them the right words for the pain and passion that they feel. 

I never watched The Voice before last year. I turned on season 11, at random, because I wanted to watch Alicia Keys be a coach. At some point, I stopped. It was fun but these aren’t the kind of shows that feel like they’re for me. They feel like they’re for corn fed, middle America, fighting over this pleasant looking man or that palatable country singer. And while I’m a creative who appreciates the rise and fall and hopes and dreams of other creatives as stories, these weren’t ones I was ever invested in. This year, I again turned the show on to watch season 12. Only to watch the auditions because those are fun and I get one more season with Alicia Keys. I remember the moment the show played Stephanie Rice’s backstory. I was watching it with one of my good friends. I remember we both perked up a little more when we saw her holding hands with her fiancée. I remember watching in an odd, baited breath silence as Stephanie began to tell her story and finding myself choking up just a little. For me, that emotional choked up feeling came from hearing things that I recognized, from watching her talk about the fear of disappointing her little sisters and knowing that exact same fear, to the same hands shaking, heart in your throat need to prove it’s alright, to make your way, to have your voice heard. Even as a person who has been out for years, an adult who is comfortable and confident in my sexuality, that feeling is still there. And as I watched it and watched her speak her truth and kiss another girl back stage I was reminded again that some kid, somewhere on a couch was going to see this, and feel that reliability, and feel seen and understood and not alone. I was driven again to keep fighting to tell my own stories.

There is something significant about pain and diversity and art that isn’t discussed enough. Art is universal and can be interpreted and understood and seen and heard and felt by anyone. But there is a rare and often overlooked feeling that comes when art feels like it understands you. When someone says words or shows an emotion that you can put your finger on and say you’ve felt. I stuck with the Voice after that. I watched specifically to follow Stephanie’s journey. For one, because she’s an incredibly talented artist, and for two, because I have a distinct understanding of how much harder that fight to make your way is.

Just a few nights ago I was driving, after my last day at my job in the Shannara Season 2 Writers Room, at about midnight down the freeway, and I was loudly singing along to Stevie Nicks with my windows down. On my reverse alphabetical order by artist itunes library, Stephanie Rice’s cover of White Flag comes right after Stevie Nicks’s Edge of Seventeen. So I’m driving and I’m singing and I know every damn word to Dido’s White Flag because I’ve heard it a hundred thousand times before and it was never even a song I cared about or liked. But I hadn’t heard this version that many times. Here I am, twenty-six years old, yelling at top volume in my car feeling my head get sort of swallowed and overcome and numbed by emotion as I do. Because when another gay woman sang that song, it changed. Because when another person fighting and dying to get their pain and emotion out of their chest sang that song, it changed. Because the emotion she sang with is emotion I know. Because suddenly yelling that I wouldn’t put my hands up and surrender became about something different. I can’t tell you what someone else meant by their song or their voice or their story. But I can tell you how it touched me personally. And I grinned like a damn idiot in my car because I felt a little stronger and a little prouder. 

I’m in the process of writing a feature/novel package with the brilliant Dawson Schachter. It’s a romance between two women. And as we work on it we keep having to remind ourselves of the reality that these stories don’t get told often, that the market for them is smaller, that they have to be palatable to the big wigs that will look at them. And that is infuriating and compromising and fucks with every better angel and creative demon you have, let me tell you. That’s the ugly part people don’t talk about. That’s the reality of being an LGBTQ creator. Being too gay or too different or not gay enough, not sensational enough, being martyred to your community when you would love just a little less pressure today, knowing the pressure is the only way, being brave because anything else has never even been an option you were given, feeling like failure means letting down that kid who needs this story, feeling like it means letting down the kid in you who needed this story and now just needs to get it out. But I also know how inspiring all those feelings can be and how it can feel like singing along at brain numbing volume to White Flag with your windows down going 90 on a freeway at midnight in Los Angeles far away from your home and your family. 

To Stephanie Rice, thank you. With as much weight as I can put in those two words, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for so bravely sharing your story and your art with America. Your vulnerability and light brought a story to televisions across this country that people need. And despite that particular journey wrapping up last night, I have no doubts that you will go on to keep sharing your soul through your music. As a fellow woman, as a fellow storyteller, you reminded me why I’m doing what I’m doing and I am so grateful to have gotten to hear your truth. You have a friend and supporter in Los Angeles if ever you need one. I look forward to hearing everything else you have to tell the world. 

To anyone else reading this, my friends, young LGBTQ followers, fellow writers, coworkers, strangers consider this very long ramble a plea for you to continue to back and support LGBTQ artists and youth. Continue to lend them platforms and elevate their voices. Continue to diversify the stories you tell, paint televisions and movies and the radio with kids that look like them, that sound like them, that feel like them. And please, also consider this very long ramble, another in a pile of promises I’ve already made to you, that I will never stop doing everything I can to illuminate your hearts and your souls and your stories. If I have to scream them or deliver them from the ground with bloody knuckles, I will make them heard. I hope that together, we can continue to build a foundation for generations after us, through art where exposure has opened hearts and minds, where stories have saved lives, and art has changed the world. We fight, as we always have, for a better, louder, prouder, safer, and more inclusive future. 


“To me, beauty is confidence. I think I’m pretty confident in the decisions and the choices I make in my personal life and career, but the same time I also let my fans know that, just like them, I have insecurities. I have moments when I don’t feel good about myself. I think people can forget that, at the end of the day, I’m just a normal girl dealing with lots of the same issues as them.”


# okay let’s talk about this scene # how she was feeling insecure for that brief moment # then her bf mike noticed and gave her validation # BOOM # just like that # without any moment of hesitance # and that’s all she needed # you could see the small smile on her face in the last gif # guys i’m dying # i’m literally dying # this is not healthy for me to experience this feeling # I will drown with this ship

Fixed Heart

Requested: From Set #1

Paring: Peter Parker X Reader

40: I”m feeling very emotionally vulnerable so just hold my damn hand.

41: “I ship us.”

45: “She’s hot admit it.”

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times


3 weeks ago.

“She’s hot admit it.” Ned said pointing to Y/n who was with her boyfriend Andrew, she laughed at something that Andrew said which made Peter jealous. He had, had a crush on her since day one.

“You know my answer.” Peter says staring at the y/h/c haired girl.

The bell rang indicating that lunch was over and Peter stood up and started walking past the group of people his eyes never leaving Y/n.

“Hey! Smart-ass come here.” it took Peter a moment to realize Andrew was talking to him.

“Oh_ ye-yeah?” Peter asks freezing. Andrew had gotten up and walked over to him, than grabbed his backpack off of him. He quickly threw it to one of his friends.

“Ok come on_ I-I need my backpack.” Peter says cursing himself for stuttering.  

“O-oh d-do yo-yo-you need this?” Andrew says making fun of Peter who walked over to Jackson Andrew’s friend who had his backpack he quickly threw it back to Andrew, this went on for about a minute until Y/n stood up.

“Ok cut it out guys.” Y/n says Andrew rolls his eyes and throws the backpack back to Jackson, and while Peter goes over to Jackson he throws it back to Andrew, and that’s when Y/n went over and grabbed his backpack.

“I said quit it.” she says scowling at Andrew.

“We were just having some fun.” Andrew says annoyed. Y/n turned around rolling her eyes and walked over to Peter, she smiled at him and extended it backpack to him.

“Here Peter.” she says smiling, Peter grabbed it his eyes never leaving hers.

“Thanks_ Uh yeah Th-thank you.” Peter says nodding and quickly walking away over to Ned. “She_ she knew your name…. DUDE!” Ned says excited Peter just nodded and grinned to himself.

Present Time

Everybody had been waiting all  night for Y/n to come to the party, it was half the reason that this party was so crowded. It was the only reason Peter came. Y/n had been invited to this party as a cruel joke. Y/n had been dating Andrew the captain of the football team, that is until she found out that he was cheating on her with Britney the head cheerleader. Once she found out she broke up with him and he turned around to date Britney, and that’s when Jackson, Andrew’s best friend. Decided he should throw a party, and just for ‘fun’ he invited Y/n.

Peter felt bad for coming he didn’t come to see her torn apart in fact it was quite the opposite the only reason he was here was because he wanted to make sure she was okay. “Why are we here?” Ned asks turning to look at Peter, who looked down. Ned and Peter were never ‘popular’ and they had their fair share of bullies who were here at the party.

“I just need to make sure she’s ok.” Peter says to his friend, who rolled his eyes.

In that moment everybody went quiet and Peter looked towards the door to see Y/n she looked confident but vulnerable at the same time. Jackson hit Andrews arm who turned to look at Y/n who was looking at him. He turned to Britney and kissed her. Y/n looked down then walked over to a corner of the room, everybody was watching her.

“Look she seems fine.” Ned says eyeing one of the people Peter knew made fun of him constantly. “Can we please go.” he begs. Peter sighed and nodded.

That is until he saw Andrew strutting over to Y/n. He wanted to use his abilities to help Y/n but 1- he didn’t have his suit and 2- Tony would be pissed.

“Hey Y/n.” Andrew said loud enough for anyone to hear.

“Hi Andrew.” Y/n says looking around her eyes stopped on Peter’s but then continued through the crowd, maybe he imagined that.

“So me and Britney are going to prom together.” Andrew says smirking at Y/n, everybody went silent at this comment, and Y/n had tears in her eyes.

“Hey everybody! Um- I-i.” Everybody turned to Peter who just realized he had just yelled out. “Um.” he had no clue what he was going to say or do. He looked over to see Y/n she smiled and mouthed a thank you. “Um I-i came here to party. Where’s the music.” Peter says and everybody rolled their eyes at him, but the music started playing again, after 10 more minutes Andrew finally left Y/n and Peter felt a small weight leave his chest.

“Can we go now that you are her hero?” Ned asks his bullies pointing towards him.

“FIne we can go now.” Peter says, happily. He turned around to fine Y/n standing in front of him. “Oh hi Y/n.” Peter says surprised.

“Thank you.” Y/n says softly, she seemed insecure at the moment which is you knew anything about Y/n Y/l/n she was not an insecure person. Peter looks over to see Andrew and Britney making out he scowled at them, Y/n followed his gaze and Peter heard a small gasp. He looked down to see tears brimming her eyes.

“Y/n are you_” before Peter could finished his sentence her hand grabbed his, “Um- Y-y/n what are you_”
“I’m feeling very emotionally vulnerable so just hold my damn hand.” Y/n whispers out, Peter nods his head and tightens his grip on her hand, although he didn’t say anything. Although he had one question that he was dying to ask.

“Y/n if you don’t mind me prying. Why did you date Andrew?” Peter asks and Y/n’s eyes look directly towards him than over to Andrew.

“Everybody thought we would be the cutest couple and he was mr perfect. SO everybody shipped us. So I went for it. And the first month he was perfect. Than the relationship continued and….. It wasn’t perfect anymore.” Y/n says her voice cracking a little but her eyes not leaving Andrew. The music slowed down and Peter took a chance.

“Well would you like to dance?” Y/n eyes left Andrew and she nodded a small smile coming onto her face. “I would love to Peter.” she says and Peter lead her to the dance floor.

Y/n POV:

Peter held you close and you closed your eyes he stepped on your foot a couple times, and you had to admit he wasn’t the best dance partner you had ever had but the dance was_ perfect. After a minute you decided to lay your head on his chest, you felt him tense up for a moment before relaxing, you smiled a little to yourself. His lips were right next to your ear and you felt his breath go through your hair, and that’s when you heard in a small whisper “I ship us.” you pulled away and looked at him wide eyed he obviously hadn’t meant to say that out loud. You look at him for a moment and you can tell that he’s getting nervous.

You put your hands on his face and pull him down a little before placing your lips onto his, Peter slowly relaxed into the kiss and started to kiss you back, that when you felt Peter being yanked away from you. Your eyes open to see Andrew beating Peter.

“Andrew! Andrew leave Peter alone.” you yell and walk over to the boys. “Andrew!.” you scream and he looks at you.

“What the hell Y/n what were you doing with him?” Andrew asks pointing to the beaten up Peter.

“That is none of your business.” you spit out angrily. “You were the one who cheated on me! You gave up knowing anything about my life after you did that. So if I want to date Peter Parker than I will date Peter Parker!” you yell, everybody was watching the two of you and out of the corner of your eye you saw Jackson making his way over to you two.

“Hey Andrew let’s get going.” Jackson says trying to guide his friend away.

“You chose him over me?” Andrew asks. And you shake your head and laugh a little.

“You chose her over me.” you said pointing at Brittany who was now scowling at Andrew.

Andrew walked away with Jackson and you ran over to Peter. “Hey_ hey are you okay?” you ask kneeling down next to him.

“Yeah I’ve been through a lot worse believe me.” Peter says smiling a little, “Did you mean what you said about_ about you know dating me?” Peter asks hopefully, you smile and nod.

“I ship us too.” you say gleefully.

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Spin The Bottle

Prompt: Can you do a tom holland imagine where the cast and reader is playing spin the bottle and the reader accidentally keeps getting haz and tom gets really jealous the reader and haz are kissing too many times

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Warnings: None

Originally posted by dailyspiderman

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Against all odds (Spencer Reid X Reader)


Request one, Anon said :  Reader (who’s dating Reid) is there with Reid and JJ when he’s playing the “game” with Kat. When Kat tells Reid she’s pregnant with his child reader doesn’t know what to do. (You could also make reader pregnant, up to you)

Request two, @frickin-bats  said :  Hi! I saw you were taking requests and I was wondering if you could please write one with Spencer related to all the craziness that’s been going on this season and maybe the reader is his pregnant wife? 😊 thanks!

Relationship: Spencer Reid X Reader

Rating : Mature (Please do not read if you are under-aged)

WARNINGS ! : Sadness, death, jail, pregnancy, implying abortion, no smut but things get heated up at some point. (All I could think of, if you guys find another warning , please let me know)

CopyRight: I do not own Spencer Reid , Criminal Minds nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N - First of all thank you for requesting my loves, I hope you don’t mind I combined your ideas , they were similar. Hope you like it. Kisses


Originally posted by sensualkisses

Everything happened against everything, against all odds. Spencer is cute, kind and likes reading a lot. These are the three traits you first noticed when you started working at the B.A.U. You , on the other hand let’s not say you’re mean…. but you can have a sharp tongue sometimes. Also, reading is not your forte. It makes you tired, your eyes and brain instantly working together to send into a state of absolute desirable sleep so, you always watch “the movie” . Basically you have nothing in common with the man : You like running and practice kick-boxing, he’s a complete disaster when it comes to sports ; you like comedy and action movies, he’s obsessed with science fiction ; you like sports  cars, technology but his are from another century.

Nothing, nothing in common except a weird, unhealthy infatuation towards each other. You can’t really explain why it happened, is still happening and you’re sure he’s as clueless as you too. But despite everything, it happened.3  years ago, 2 months after you joined the team when you had a case in Alaska and were set up at a local inn, with less than necessary rooms available. Garcia called dibs on Derek, as ALWAYS and somehow you ended up sharing with Spencer. He wanted to take the floor but you decided it was too cold or better said you really wanted to sleep in the same bed as him, at least once. The sexual tension was undeniable, not even a word was spoken, not until you both fell back into the pillows, breathing erratically and he asked you out on a date. Your response was simple, raw… ‘Ok’.

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“To me, beauty is confidence. I think I’m pretty confident in the decisions and the choices I make in my personal life and career, but the same time I also let my fans know that, just like them, I have insecurities. I have moments when I don’t feel good about myself. I think people can forget that, at the end of the day, I’m just a normal girl dealing with lots of the same issues as them.”


favourite Donna Noble moments (in no particular order)
S04E04 - “The Sontaran Stratagem”

Enough // Park Minhyuk


the prompt: Hi!! Would you be able to write a fic of Rocky x chubby!reader? Something fluffy with a tiny bit of angst? Thank you!! I love your writing by the way!!

words: 1725

category: angst + fluff

author note: you asked for a tiny bit of angst and ya girl disobeyed and wrote half of the scenario in angst. hopefully the nice fluff at the end will make up for it?? please enjoy anyway!!

- destinee

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anonymous asked:

Okay yes this is beautiful but can we have one extremely detailed paragraph of Daddy talking dirty??

You’re lucky I’m feeling generous, anon. ;)

Your heart began to flutter, and you couldn’t quite comprehend the extent of your passions. All that remained of your aroused state of mind was your sudden need to have him hold you, hold you and tell you how much you needed him.

Newt sat at the edge of the bed, his green eyes darkening at the sight of you standing before him, fully clothed, yet just as stunning. He crossed one leg over the other, resting his foot upon his knee as he pointed at you with his hand that carried his glass of fire whiskey.

“Take off your clothes.”

And you obeyed him, so willingly it was almost pathetic. As you stripped in front of him, trying to cover yourself in your moment of insecurity, he clicked his tongue.

“No. Let daddy see, my darling.”

*evil laughter for ending it there*

anonymous asked:

Hanzo has a moment of insecurity about 'killing' genji to where he doesnt understand why his s/o would be with a killer but they comfort him and reassure him that they love him? Can you make it a scenario please❤️ (btw love you and your blog🤗)

Originally posted by hanzofromoverwatch

At first, Hanzo would say nothing. He has a bad habit of holding things in and letting everything brood and get worse in his mind.

His way of thinking can be odd. At first he believes that he’s too close to you, which is why you chose not to leave his side. As a result he will distance himself alot.

If you want to get answers from him, you have to be a mix of direct and beat around the bush. Beat around the approach. Maybe he’s meditating, lie and say you’ll meditate with him.

Hanzo would try to get up and walk away, this is where you become direct. Grab his hand and pull him back down.

“Why have you been avoiding me, Hanzo?” you asked, looking at the frowning man.

He didn’t dare to look you in the eye as he spoke.

“Why are you with a murderer?” He asked, ignoring, yet answering your question somewhat.


“I said, why? Why are you with a murderer? You do not deserve to live with someone like me. I don’t deserve the love from someone like you.” He began, his stoic face hiding all the emotion behind a frail clay mask of coldness.

You frowned, gently cupping his cheek, “Hanzo… What happened was not your choice-”

“Yes it was! I chose to drive my sword through my own brother. I chose to kill him!” He said, raising his voice as his facade slowly cracked and fell apart.

“But you chose not to let him suffer at the hands of the rest of the clan. They could’ve done worse to him and you knew that. You cannot change what happened. But you need to keep going forward. I’m here for you, Hanzo… I am not leaving. I have made choices I wasn’t happy with too, and just like you, I am living with them in my mind.” You pulled him in a tight embrace, feeling his shoulders stiffen as his breathing hitched.

“But you still love me even if I made my mistakes, and I’ll always love you even  when you make mistakes.” was the last thing you said that made Hanzo break. All his pent up emotions spilling like a sea as he hid his face in your shoulder in embarrassment, sobbing as he shakily hugged back.