leather and wool

If you can’t go vegan

if you absolutely can’t go vegan for health/economic/other reasons, you can still:
-boycott zoos, circuses, and aquariums
-boycott leather, fur, wool, and silk
-adopt your pets from a shelter
-educate yourself and others about the harms of animal agriculture
-donate money or volunteer your time for vegan organizations
-eat plant-based when it’s possible, even if it’s just for one meal a day

your options are never either “be 100% vegan” or “exploit animals in every way possible and be fiercely anti-vegan”. even those whose circumstances prevent them from being fully vegan can take meaningful steps to help animals! every bit counts!

if you absolutely can’t go vegan for health/economic/other reasons, you can still:
-boycott zoos, circuses, and aquariums
-boycott leather, fur, wool, and silk
-adopt your pets from a shelter
-educate yourself and others about the harms of animal agriculture
-donate money or volunteer your time for vegan organizations
-eat plant-based when it’s possible, even if it’s just for one meal a day

your options are never either “be 100% vegan” or “exploit animals in every way possible and be fiercely anti-vegan”. even those whose circumstances prevent them from being fully vegan can take meaningful steps to help animals! every bit counts!

anonymous asked:

bughead having sex at literally any change they get (several times please)

So much More: 

you got it! Mostly smut with a little bit of context at the beginning. 

Excuse me while I go blush profusely now… haha x

warning: so much smut [oh lord i am going to hell]

The first time was a little awkward, but wonderful none the less. It should’ve been in his dads trailer the night of the jubilee after confessing their love. That would’ve made sense. But it wasn’t. 

It was the night after that; they had spent all day at the hospital, they were emotionally exhausted, both from being the support Archie needed and seeing the man whom had been a prominent parental figure to both of them almost their entire lives, fight for his own. Jughead had climbed the ladder to  her bedroom window after he had bid her goodnight at the front door. Because he knew she needed him and he needed her too. It was comfort and love and the need to feel alive. It was hushed moans and muffled whimpers under pastel sheets and on floral comforters. It was rushed and slow all at once. It was, hunger, desire, passion and learning. 

And then it became so much more. It became a need, a want, engrained deep within their souls to feel close to each other. It was as if the further Riverdale tried to pry them apart, the more urgent the need to connect in every sense possible became. 

It was raw and passionate and oh so good. 

It was addictive and sinful and everything. 

It was leather and wool; rough and dark, while comforting and safe. 

And now it seemed every chance they got they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

It was late Monday evening and the young couple were seeking solace in FP’s trailer. Betty had managed to forgo the wrath of Alice Cooper which she would usually incur for being out this hour on a school night no less, as a very pregnant Polly was occupying all of her mother’s concern. And while Jughead’s foster parents were nice enough they were not capable of enforcing rules he actually wanted to abide by.

This had become a routine of sorts for them. Hiding away from the rampage outside and enjoying the little slice of domesticity here in the small excuse for a home. Here they revelled in each other’s company and nothing else, particularly enjoying the teenage bliss they were able to manufacture in the air. 

Betty was sitting on the couch text book on her lap. Her blonde hair was tied back in a messy low pony tail for a change- Jughead felt privilege well within his chest at the knowledge she felt so entirely free and herself here with him that she could shed her defences. Betty felt the same emotion as she took in his beanie less state. 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Your meta was good but Emma wearing less make up and she needs has become mu pet peeve. Mostly because people who don't like who Emma is currently and I find that unfair. Especially since its my otp. Second of all, I find it incredibly brave for someone to come on tv not wearing much make upl. I still think she looks good and I loved her engagement sweater. Emma wore a floral during her heist with Neal. It shows she's happy and in love

Look, BravePeopleWearEyelinerToo!Anon, in real life I am a pumpkin latte– hold the spice. I’m a PH of 12, that’s how basic I am. But this is TV, where hair, makeup and costume come together to give the audience a story about CHARACTER. You should notice a character, not any given hairstyle/shirt/make-up choice.

For example, Camelot!Emma didn’t have makeup and was in a raggedy bathrobe but nobody made fun of her for that– everyone just said: “Oh, fighting The Darkness ™ has taken a toll on Emma!” That’s good costuming.

Originally posted by amthedreamer

The price of dark magic is … those shoulder pads 

Likewise, I have no clue what makeup Regina is wearing at any given season because I’m too busy being scared of her. Let’s go back to S4 for a make-up fail, this time involving Belle: her fake eyelashes were so big they entered the scene before her and probably could have applied for a SAG card:

Originally posted by onceuponadaily

I can’t hear you over this make-up and that has nothing to do with Belle’s marriage

So we have to look at what S6 Emma’s makeup and hair and costume are supposed to be saying about her character, as opposed to the message they’re ACTUALLY conveying. There’s nothing wrong with florals in it of themselves.

Originally posted by simplysamnicole

You stay out of this!

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Sirius Black and Remus lupin relationship aesthetic

They were leather and wool. Soft edges dragged over rough edges. Phases of the moon inked into skin. They were devouring lips and passionate heat. The need to touch and be touched. They were smoke and sweet. Warm baths and cold nights sitting on the edge of a tower. Cigarettes clenched between lips and smoke billowing in circles above them. They were passion. Heat. Broken desperately trying to fix one another without getting hurt themselves. They were tragic and beautiful.

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie