most attractive girl in the world

You are not predatory.

Your attraction to girls is not inherently creepy.

Your attraction to girls is not wrong.

If your first thought when you see a pretty girl is “damn, she’s hot” you’re not objectifying her.

You, as a female, do not have the male gaze.

Your attraction to girls not bad.

You are not dirty, or too open about it.

Your attraction to girls is not something that should remain in the bedroom alone.

You deserve a society in which you are free to express your love for girls exactly as you please.

Your love for girls is not impure. It’s the purest, most wonderful thing in the world.

Girls who love girls deserve the world.

Your attraction is okay.

Your attraction is right.

You are not predatory.

Things I Love About Day6
  • Jae: that habit where he holds his guitar picks in his mouth; his fingers; Cali boy English; the Icarus rap in Like That Sun; his spirituality and connection to his religion is really admirable; that time he agreed to trade Wonpil for two buckets of friend chicken and a box of boiling crab; his nose is so cute; the gold mine that is his old social media; yellowpostitman; his guitar names; his lame but endearing sense of humor; hashtag king; Jae has really nice legs; his little high pitched laugh when he gets surprised or excited about something
  • Sungjin: HIS HANDS everything about his hands, the veins and the big knuckles and the way he uses them when he talks and the way his fingers get all crooked when he plays guitar; dancing skills obv; Richard the bike; the way he looks in blazers; the way he looks in tank tops; the first time he cried at their concert; such a neat freak lol; he takes so much care of his members; how he opens his eyes super wide when he's mad; the chorus of like every song; super expressive eyebrows; his shoulders are so broad
  • Young K: he's in college and he studies accounting; his voice is so nice not just his singing voice but just his speaking voice like I could listen to him talk forever; so intense onstage and so soft offstage; his relationship with Terry; when they flipped the banner in Taiwan; he eats so much; that hand symbol he makes that looks like a six; the dangling earring he wears sometimes that looks like a dream catcher; all those breakup songs; that time they made him display his biceps on Chinese TV; the way he squeezes his eyes shut when he's embarrassed
  • Wonpil: SMILE oh my god his beautiful enormous ray of absolute sunshine smile is my most favorite thing in the world; Sofa; his hair is naturally curly; his relationship with his sister is literally the cutest most pure and wholesome thing in the world; he annoys the members so much lmao; his tattoo and esp the meaning behind it; "I like a girl who has a dream and pursues it"; his piercings are so attractive; the pink sweater; that one leather jacket; how he closes his eyes when he's playing keyboard; his voice pitches a little bit lower when he's being really serious; whenever he gets embarrassed he just gets up and leaves
  • Dowoon: he loves animals so much; daejang jjigae; the little "uhh" right before he answers any questions; his arms wow they are so nice; his singing voice is so nice and deep and so precious; he looks up to his members so much; Savage!Dowoon; he always tolerates Wonpil's skinship but also complains about it; that really intense face he makes when he's playing the drums really hard; how his eyes shift really fast from side to side when he's nervous; he has such a naturally calm and quiet personality; his ears get so red
Tidal Wave. (Tom Holland Imagine)

Sorry for the absence… yet again. Regular uploads will be brought back probably late May whenever school is finally out for me. Until then posts will be arbitrary… I hope you don’t mind.

TRIGGER WARNING: Depression, self harm, suicidal thoughts, low-self esteem, strong language, etc (Let me know if I missed any)

This is a little something I put together when I was going through something a while back. If you or a loved one are going through something like this shown in this imagine (Really just suicidal thoughts, depression, anxiety, etc.), please call this suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255

If you ever need someone to talk to and you feel uncomfortable calling this number, feel free to contact me personally. (Please don’t use anon because I don’t want to post it for the internet to see)

As for permission before reposting on another platform.


Originally posted by spiderholland


You’re so ugly. 

You aren’t good enough.

Why do you even exist?

He doesn’t love you. 

The world will be better off without you. 

You sat in the dimmest part of your bedroom, your head in your hands and the blade beside you. You knew going back into that old habit was terrible. But at times like these, it was hard to have any self-control.

The thoughts weren’t sparked by comments from some of Tom’s fans that despised you. You “got used” to them, but nevertheless, you deleted your Instagram and snapchat minutes before your emotional breakdown. 

Really, nothing really triggered you into this. You woke up today and thought. I’m not okay. Why am I not okay? You thought about your life. You were in college, which was well payed for by your family. You’re dating a freaking celebrity. So why did you feel this way? 

Tears rolled down your face as the dark thoughts pounded against your skull. You’ve thought about this plenty of times as a young teen. And you thought about if you actually went through with your initial plan, you wouldn’t have met Tom. You wouldn’t have fallen in love. 

But here you are. In love. Yet so broken. But rest assured it wasn’t his fault in any way. 

The thoughts. The self doubt. The self hatred. The loathing. The depression. The need to dig the blade into your wrist to make a deep vertical cut.

It all hit you like a Tidal Wave. 

Do it. 

No one will miss you. 

Just one cut. Doesn’t even have to be too deep.

You aren’t good enough. 

They hate you.

He hates you. 

You’re just a parasite to him.

And before you could stop yourself, you grabbed the blade and slashed at your skin four times. You stared in horror as the blood dripped from your skin to the beige carpet. Your breath was shaky as you dropped the blade and broke into sobs. 

Then you heard him. 

“Babe? You won’t believe what happened at the park with these squirrels!” Tom’s accent rang through your flat. You shot up, picking the razor up and throwing in the trash bin, slicing your finger tips in the process. You grabbed some tissues and plopped them on top of the blood stains, cursing at yourself. 

“You dumb fuck.” You muttered to yourself, realizing that those stains will never come out. Tom called for you again, you hear Tessa’s barking becoming louder as she smelled your blood. “Just a minute, Tommy!” You called back, practically slamming your fistful of tissue onto the stains. “Dumb fuck.” You muttered at yourself once again. 

Then you heard the door swing and Tom say. “What the fuck?” You kept your back towards him, your bleeding wrist held tightly against your chest, as you kept cleaning. “Babe what did you spill?”

“N-nothing.” You whispered, wiping away, the tissues tearing apart. 

He walked over to you. Tessa pushed past him and onto the bloodstains, howling and barking. Tom turned you around to see your nightshirt covered in blood along with your bloody wrist and hands. “What did you do?” He said in horror. He hates you. The voice hisses again. 

And that’s when you burst into tears. 

The silence was filled with Tessa’s alert barks as you collapsed into Tom’s arms in tears. He pried your arm from your chest to see the four scars bleeding but not enough to were it was life threatening. He got up. He’s going to leave you. He hates you. But to your surprise, he helped you up too. 

Tom walked the both of you to the bathroom where he had you put your wrist against the running faucet. He then washed them for you. Then Tom fetched a huge bandage and covered it. 

Tom finally broke the silence. “Why?” He asked, his jaw tight.

You exhaled a shaky breath before saying. “I-I don’t know.”

“Damn it, (Y/N)!” Tom yelled as he began to cry, his hands slamming on the bathroom counter, making you flinch. He immediately noticed and apologized. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, love. I-I just want to know why.” You stayed silent. “I want to know why you, the most caring, selfless, beautiful, amazing, sweetest girl would do that.” There was more silence. “Is it because of me? Am I not around enough? Am I not good enough?” 

“No!” You exclaimed. “You’re the caring one. You’re the selfless one. You’re the amazing one. You’re the most attractive person in the world. And I’m wondering if I’m not good enough for you. Am I a charity to you, Holland?”

“No.” He said, pulling you into him, hugging you tightly. 

“Then why are you dating someone like m-me? I’m normal. I’m ugly. I’m not perfect. I do this. Why are you with me when you can have literally anyone better?” You asked as you cried. 

Tom pulled away, pushing fallen pieces of hair from your face. “You are beautiful. You’re the love of my life and I don’t want you or anyone else to hurt you. Okay? I love you so much. Please never again. I’m here, baby. I’m always here.” 

SELF CONSCIOUS

Originally posted by life-is-so-unpredictable6


Warnings: None

Request: Can u do more cute imagines on stage with yn

I wasn’t sure how you wanted the imagine to go exactly but I hope this is good enough, Enjoy! 


Heavy breathing and loud screams. It’s a familiar sound now. 

I’ve been to so many of his concerts that coming just seems to be a second nature. It’s different then it was a few years ago though. Back then, I only saw him once every few years when he would put on a show, and I would usually only be seeing him from a far distance. He didn’t even know I existed. 

But now, my whole world has flipped upside down and as I stood from the wings, watching Justin and his dancers parade around on stage, I couldnt help but look at all the other screaming fans, reaching out for something so small, as simple as a graze of his shoe. 

I used to be like that, before I met him for real.

I remember it so vividly. The day it was absolutely pouring rain and I still had a good 2 miles to walk. I remember sneezing from the cold raindrops that trickled down my skin, leaving me to deal with an ongoing flu the next day. But I also remember seeing the black, tinted SUV pulling up beside me. 

At that moment my heart nearly stopped, and I was readying myself to run if needed. I really thought I was about to be kidnapped when the door to the SUV swung open, but gee was I glad stayed when I did. 

My idol stood in front of me, a concerned look on his face as he glanced at me, then up at the dark grey clouds above. Star struck, I listened to his words, so simple yet so demanding. “Need a ride? Get in! Where are you headed?” 

And from there it was a long spiral of being strangers, to acquaintances, friends, to love interests. Then finally - becoming official 3 months ago - as boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Get used to me holding you. Get used to me woeing you. Oh! get used to it…” The last line was sung. Justin’s jumping stopped as he ended in position, the crowd’s screams only just beginning to pick up.

“Thankyou all so much for coming tonight.” He announced breathlessly into the mic. “Don’t go anywhere guys, we’ll be back in 10!” 

And then he and the dancers ran off stage for a quick break. Justin immediately grabbed ahold of me, smiling like a fool under his head mic. “How am I doing?” 

After handing him his water bottle and wiping down his forehead with a towel as he gulped it down, I smiled and said, “Absolutely amazing baby. You always do great.” while rubbing his sweaty but masculine arms. It’s crazy to think that I have one of the worlds biggest popstars, as well as my dream guy, wrapped right around my finger. Just as well as I am with him.

“Let’s take a snap before you have to go back out.” I exclaimed, removing my phone from the pocket of my jeans.

“”Okay. But it’s only going to your family right?” And here we go again. Justin has been trying to keep our relationship a secret ever since we got together. At first it seemed to just be a privacy thing, so we could enjoy a little time to ourselves before going public to the world, but its been 3 months, and It honestly feels a little as if Justin is embarrassed to be seen in a relationship with me.

I mean, I’m definently not the most attractive girl, and I don’t have a model body either. I’m short, with a little belly. I can barely do my makeup for shit and not to mention, I’m not famous. In the end, I’m just a fan. 

“Oh- uh. Y-yeah. Of course.” I stutted in a failed attempt to hide my disappointment.

Justin’s face fell, eyes wondering over me in a concern. “You okay baby girl?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just forget it. Don’t worry about the snap. You gotta go out there soon and Scooter wants to talk to you.” 

“But-”

“Go. Scooter’s waiting.” I pushed. I honestly just wanted to be left alone for a little bit, and pushing him away for a while was really the only way I was going to get that.

Justin hesitated and compelled but with some tugging and pushing, I got him over to Scooters side and walked away.

Justin’s POV

“Your doing great Kiddo.” Scooter began, looking down at the show plan in his hand, he hadn’t even realised that Y/N had practically dragged me over here, to busy caught up making sure everything was going according to plan.

“Yeah thanks Scoot.” I rushed. “Hey, do you know what’s up with Y/N?”

“Y/N? No. She was fine earlier.” Scooter answered, glancing up towards me. “Why?” 

“She just seemed like she was in a bit of a shit mood. Or something was making her uncomfortable.”

“Well did something happen?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No…I mean…I don’t think so?” I questioned. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “We were talking about the show, and then all of a sudden she asked if we could take a snap before I went back out. Then after that she just suddenly said she didn’t want to do it anymore and that I should talk to you before I go back out.” I explained.

“Okay…” Scooter trailed off “Did you say anything before that?”

“No, just that we could take a pic, just as long as she only sends it to her friends and family. No one else.”

That’s when Scooters face lit up in recognition, a sigh leaving his lips. 

“Justin, I honestly don’t know how so many girls love you. You are so oblivious.” Scooter joked.

“What?” I questioned. 

“Justin, did it ever occur to you that maybe Y/N’s feeling a little insecure?”

 “Insecure? About what. She’s perfect, there’s nothing to be insecure about.”

“Maybe not to you but to her…” Scooter explained. “Justin, she’s a wemon - a girl. Shes gonna need constant confident boosters and reminders that she is beautiful because otherwise after a while, the confidence she has will just wither away. And you holding back on telling everyone about your relationship is probably starting to affect her. She probably thinks you don’t want to be seen with her.”

“But that’s not true at all.” 

“But she dosen’t know that.” Scooter stated. 

“Well then…what do I do?” I ask hysterically. Scooter only shrugs and pats me on the shoulder. “That’s for you to figure out Kiddo. Your on in a minute.”

And with that, he walked over to pep up the dancers.

1 minute seconds, that gives me 60 seconds to think of something. C’mon Jay THINK!

Then, a brilliant idea pops in my head. And not only for Y/N’s sake, but i think for the crowds entertainment as well. Guess there’s gonna be one less lonely girl tonight.

“SCOOTER!”

Y/N POV

I sighed, looking out at the stage. “JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN!” the crowd chanted in anticipation. He was soon to go on, and the only thing I was feeling was self-conscious. I didn’t mean to push Justin away like that but I just can’t be around him when I get like that. I don’t like him seeing me sad, it makes him sad, and he needs to be in a good mood for the remaining part of this night.

“Y/N!” 

The name was smooth but rushed as he voiced it from a small distance. Quickly, I straightened up and planted a fake smile on my face, awaiting Justin’s arrival.

“Hey baby, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?”

“I need to show you something.” He ignored my question.

“Now?” I ask in confusion. Justin only nods and grabs a hold of my hand, mumbling “C’mon.” 

Scooters voice suddenly began echoing throughout the backstage arena, the dancers all running forward towards the wings of the stage. “Alright, where on in 3! 2! 1!”

And then the music began. Light strumming of a guitar. Wait? This isn’t right. the next song should of been trust. This is one less lonely girl…

“Justin, what’s going on?”

But to no avail. All he did was send a wink my way, then began to sing through his head mic, slowly making his was on stage with a firm grip on my hand.

“There’s gonna be one less lonely girl, One less lonely girl, There’s gonna be one less lonely girl,One less lonely girl! How many I told you’s and start overs…”

While He progressed on stage, his grip around my hand tightened as I struggled to pull away. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

I watched as the dancers ran around on stage, planting a stool in the middle.

Justin lead me further and further until I was in sight of every screaming fan. The cheers made my head dizzy and the attention made my body weak but with Justin here, everything seemed to refocus and seem alright. 

Justin smiled and placed me on the stool in the center of the stage, continuing to sing the current verse of one less lonely girl, what in the world was the boy doing?

“Saw so many pretty faces before I saw you. Now all I see is you! No, no, Don’t need these other pretty faces like I need you, And when you’re mine in the world - There’s gonna be one less lonely girl!”

He moved his body from singing towards the crowd, to directing the song towards me. Running his hand down my body and face in a sentimental way, love shining through his eyes.

He continued the lyrics to his old but popular song, half way through helping me off the stool to where he cradled me in his arms and began slow dancing with me, his arms locked around me, pushing my head into his chest.

Then the song began to come to an end, and he stopped moving. Looking me directly in the eyes with his arms stretched slightly, cupping my cheeks. Honey eyes radiating with nothing but love. 

“If you let me inside your world! There’s gonna be one less lonely girl….” Then in a raspy and low voice, he mumbled, “You shawty” Before connecting his lips to mine. 

And although we were accompanied by thousands of people screaming in shock, it was as if no one else was in the room but us. 

The kiss lasted a few seconds at least, before he finally pulled away, pulling me into his side and waving off towards the crowd with a smile.

“GIVE IT UP FOR MY GIRLFRIEND EVERYBODY!”

Opposites Attract

Originally posted by worldmagiiic

“How is the most beautiful girl in all the world?” Kiseok smirked knowing you would overreact for the simplest things.

You blushed hearing the compliment. It wasn’t the first time he had told you this but it never failed to get a reaction out of you. “Who are you talking to” you covered your cheeks with your hands trying to avoid him.

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Most glam rock blogs:

-crying over the attractiveness of Nikki Sixx, Jon Bon jovi etc.

-complaining that there are no bushy haired guys around anymore

-*casually talks about Tommy lees dick*

-shitposting

-calling glam rock band members “girls” or “pretty ladies”

-more crying

-“I didn’t get to see motley crue live and now I wanna die”

-worshiping the fabulousness of Paul Stanley

-“poison is probably the gayest straightest band in the world”

-memes

-laughing at the pink, sparkly clothing

-having to search “kiss band” instead of just “kiss” otherwise you are met with gifs of people who are making out.

Young Love (Newt x Reader) [Valentines day special!]

a/n; happy valentines day! again, apologies for being a day late, my 14th was so hectic i only returned home very late.. still, hope you will like it! also based on Peculiar xx

warnings: fluff

words; 1185

prompt; given by @myrtus-amongst-the-stars ;  Hogwarts!Newt x reader having potions class….and they were brewing amortentia;

peculiar masterpost. |  MASTERLIST. KO-FI.


The dungeons held a strong scent of mold and dry herbs- most likely due to the damp walls – and you scrunched your nose displeased. You never liked the smell, and by the looks of it neither did Kevin – his normally friendly expression was twisted with annoyance as he stood beside you near the entrance of the class. Potions. Whilst Eveline was rejoicing somewhere near Leroy and clapping her lashes as she awed at the array of potions the professor was showing off, your gaze wandered to the very end of the line where a patch of yellow decked Hufflepuff’s stood curiously watching the presentation.

Your eyes caught an awkward student with fiery hair that glimmered in the faint light. Newt Scamander wore a soft frown: his brows were kitted in concentration, dew dotting his forehead, as he grasped the leather crested tomb in his hand, just like the rest of students watching the professor show the liquids swirling in silver and glass containers. Suddenly, as if feeling your eyes on him, his gaze shifted to you. You grinned. Newt smiled back shyly before shifting from foot to foot and glancing away with a light rosy blush blooming over his cheeks.

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Binary Star (III)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jaebum / Mark

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3,935

Summary: In some cases, these close binary systems can exchange mass, which may bring their evolution to stages that single stars cannot attain.”

You and Jaebum have been dating forever when Mark Tuan shows up in your classroom. You’ve always been against change - a bit debilitating, being a writer - but for some reason this new kid has you thinking there might be an upside to chaos.

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CONCERT RECAP HERE WE GO

-Honda Center was really bad at letting everyone in on time we got in literally at 8
-But it’s chill we made it to our seats in time
-Okay so they started w Not Today and I literally died on the spot
-NAMJOON AND JIN ARE SO FREAKIN TALL HOLY CRAP
-Jimin was so extra he was like a walking sin
-Jungkook was adorable and his English was so good
-Hobi’s smile literally shined its way to my heart
-Tae was SO HOT I SCREAMED
-Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi. Every time I looked at him I wanted to cry because I was like ???? He is literally the most beautiful and amazing man on the planet and I was feet away from him W O W
-Their solo stages were all perfect. Like literally I can’t even describe them in words
-Namjoon’s hit me so hard I started crying Reflection is so good
-The special effects were on POINT
-So they played Baepsae second and let me tell you I was NOT ready for those hip thrusts especially Yoongi’s I literally stopped breathing
-Anyways back to the solo stages
-Jungkook’s was so good his dance was AMAZING LIKE BOY CAN MOVE HIS BODY WOW he seriously did so so so good I cant
-Jimin’s was straight gorgeous like he has 0 flaws 10/10 would die for Park Jimin
-Yoongi’s made me cry also because the emotion was basically tangible. Boy is so passionate.
-not to mention the fact that they had a mini ORCHESTRA START PLAYING HALFWAY THROUGH THE SONG AND IT THREW ME A CURVE BALL I WAS BAWLING
-Literally Yoongi is perfect someone help
-Tae’s stage was STUNNING THATS ALL I CAN SAY
-Jin basically made me cry too good job with those high notes I fell over inside
-Am I Wrong was SO GOOD THEY DID AMAZING THEIR DANCE WAS SO FUN
-21st Century Girl was also so fun you could tell they were just having a blast and like they all killed me at the same time it was magical
-ALSO THEY RANDOMLY performed Dope like I was not expecting that and it was SO GOOD THE BEAT WAS INCREDIBLE
-Lost was hecka emotional my vocal line is so good
-So at one point they did this giant mashup of a ton of their older songs like N.O. started playing and I was like hOLD UP
-Like War of Hormone too I think and tons of their other songs and Kookie started rapping and I was like THROWBACK TO THE FIRST TIME I DIED
-OKAY SO HOBI’S SOLO STAGE WAS LITERALLY SO GOOD THIS DUDE WAS BORN TO PERFORM
-Like Mama was L I T and then at the end he just kind of said really quickly “THANKS MOM” and it was HILARIOUS
-Boy Meets Evil was so intense I pooped
-OKAY WE’RE GONNA TALK ABOUT CYPHER NOW AND I’M GOING TO PASS OUT
-Literally as soon as it started I was just like “oh no”
-If u didn’t know Cypher was the song I was most pumped about bc Yoongi’s rap k i l l s me
-All 3 of them were wearing these like crazy sugar daddy robes RIP
-So Namjoon comes out just blasting right
-And I fell over inside again but this time I actually died
-Like they were so freakin lit I’m dead
-Hobi slayed everyone within the first 2 seconds of his part
-THEN HOLY CRAP THE MOMENT MY BRAIN STOPPED WORKING AND MY HEART STOPPED BEATING
-YOONGI
-HE IS THE COOLEST PERSON ALIVE AND HIS FLOW IS SO SMOOTH YET PASSIONATE IM SCREAMING RIPRIPRIPRIP
-Okay yes anyways
-Cypher ended my life the end
-jk moving on before I have another heart attack
-So after Cypher I’m WINDED
-BUT THEN THEY ALL COME OUT IN THESE RED JACKETS AND IM LIKE
-oh no
-I’ve seen the fancams
-FIRE
-IT WAS SO LIT
-Like the dance break toward the end just
-J I M I N
-Also side note like most of the time when the whole group was performing I couldn’t take my eyes off of Namjoon he just has such a strong stage presence and he’s SO TALL I LOVE HIM
-okay where were we
-oh yes fire
-DEAD
-after fire they talked for a little bit and it was cute and my voice disappeared bc I screamed too hard during Cypher
-So I know I’m skipping around everywhere sorry it’s all I giant mushy jumble in my brain
-But they did Run at one point and it was so exciting bc they had giant gold streamers just shoot everywhere and I felt like I was in a movie it was so perfect
-Did I already talk about 21st century girl? I think so BUT
-It was so lit okay so lit
-So after that they talked to us again for a while and their English was so good you could tell they were trying and I LOVED IT
-BLOOD SWEAT TEARS WAS A KILLER HOLY CRAP I’VE NEVER FELT SO ATTACKED
-They looked AMAZING during it like wow the most attractive men in the world I swear
-So then Namjoon was like “bYE” and they all ran off stage and we were like ??????
-And so we did the rainbow ocean thing and I wanted to cry again
-So united and wow
-so after like 5 minutes of all of us just yelling
-They came out and did Outro:Wings and it was so good bc they were on the close stage and I swear Namjoon is so attractive help I’m swerving
-JK ILY YOONGS
-Oops ok here we go
-So after Wings they talked and again they were so good??? AND AND
-Namjoon was like “I’d like to take this time to thank my mom for emphasizing learning English because now I can talk to you guys”
-And I cried again bc Joonie luvs his mom how sweet I’m dead
-Yoongi was like “never forget me” and I was like BOI I COULDNT IF I TRIED
-Jungkook seriously sounded so fluent I was so proud
-Jimin was adorable
-Hopie was wild
-Tae was also wild
-JIN JIN JIN HE HAD THIS CUTE LITTLE PAPER HEART THAT HE MADE AND HE JUST WHIPPED IT OUT AND ALL THE OTHER MEMBERS DIED OF EMBARRASSMENT AND LAUGHTER AND I WAS SCREAMING
-Jin is so so so funny and cute
-Rapmon looks amazing in baseball hats
-So then after they talked rapmon was like “Kay last song”
-And again we were all like ??????
-But then 2!3! Started and I was like
-Here come the tears
-Like they were all just standing in a line on the close stage and they were so emotional I was so emotional everyone was emotional
-Jin hit those high notes like a god
-Jimin hit those high notes like a god
-Tae and Jungkook ended my life too
-Rap line was so passionate I could see Yoongi’s neck veins
-So after 2!3! Namjoon’s like “Kay last song” AGAIN
-and I was just like STOP LYING
-And then Spring Day started playing and I just lost it
-It was so emotional
-They were so beautiful
-Oh yeah and at one point You Never Walk Alone was playing while this video played about how all the recent concepts are intertwined and IT ACTUALLY MADE SENSE
-It was talking about how it was seven boys with one heart and one boy with seven hearts and they all reflected each other and were only happy and able to smile when they’re together IM SOBBING
-That probably made no sense to u guys I’m sorry
-After Spring Day ended they all came out on the stage and ran around and smiled and danced and were super cute and
-I just couldn’t believe I was actually there
-With them
-Just
-wow
-I’m so grateful
-so so grateful
-They stayed and ran around the stage for a good ten minutes and then it was all over
-My friend and I were just in shock we sat there dying for like fifteen minutes after it ended
-THEN OKAY ARE YOU READY FOR THE CRAZIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE IM DEAD
-MY FRIEND AND I WERE WALKING ALONG THE STREET A WHILE AFTER IT ENDED
-Just like freaking out right
-and we were waiting at a corner
-WHEN BTS’s VAN DROVE UP AND TURNED AT THE CORNER
-RAPMON WAS IN THE FRONT AND HE STARED RIGHT AT US
-AND JUNGKOOK WAS IN THE BACK AND WE MADE EYE CONTACT FOR A SOLID FIVE SECONDS AND HE LOOKED JUNG S H O OK AND SO DID I
-LIKE IT WAS THE CRAZIEST THING EVER
-I JUST STARED AT HIM AND I COULDN’T MOVE
-I can’t even describe how beautiful he was even through a car window like he was FLAWLESS his eyes were so big and beautiful WO W
-I doubt anyone actually read this far so I doubt anyone will know that that happened to me BUT JDNDKDJDFMDFJEKDMSLNDKSAMKXNSLDFJEKXKDNKDJC
-Overall it was probably the greatest night of my life and totally worth driving across the country for. 11/10 would do again in a heartbeat.
-If you guys have any questions or want to freak out w me please message me!!!!!
-IM DEAD THEY’RE PERFECT
~L

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anonymous asked:  Hi there~ Are scenario requests still open? If so, may I request a scenario about Jun from Svt? Let’s say one of his celebrity crushes has a very dark image and sings sad songs so he thinks she (reader) will be intimidating in real life, but once they meet at like an award show or something he realizes that she’s very down to earth and kind. And he asks her out in the end? Thank you in advance!!! <3

genre: pure fluff 

characters: wen junhui of seventeen 

notes: it’s been y e a r s since i’ve written anything OTL so please excuse my horrible attempt at filling this request. anyway, i hope you like this anon!! 

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anonymous asked:

Oooh!!! Will you do a post on aro + ace Charlie Weasley?

My goodness, yes! I loveeee Charlie. I have done quite a few on him, talking about his life here and here, and talking about the way he discovered he was ace-aro here, and his coming out to his parents here. Some of them are posts from the beginning of this blog :) 

Charlie Weasley’s asexual aromantic identity was almost a relief to him. There wasn’t anything wrong with him for not wanting to date girls (or boys, no one at Hogwarts was terribly picky) - it was just another facet of him. Like the way he couldn’t catch a Quaffle to save his life but Seeking came so naturally. Like the way he could have full conversations with Percy or Bill across the dinner table without ever speaking a word. Like the way he could find his wand in his bag without looking by feeling for warmth against his perpetually-cold hands. 

It wasn’t lack of acceptance for himself that sometimes made his last few years at Hogwarts less-than-comfortable, sometimes, lack of knowing he was and what he wanted. It was the way that people seemed to treat romance (and especially sex) as a goal, as something to focus energy on and find …what? Solace, in? He didn’t know.

He successfully ignored the things said about him, mostly, and instead focused on his friends and his brothers. He was always close with Dora Tonks (he would never get used to calling her by her surname only. She had introduced herself as Dora in their first double Herbology class first year, and Dora she would forever stay in his mind), and with the revolving Quiddich team from his second year on. People, even Bill, at times, got on him about dating - about girls and Hogsmeade dates and using protection and it’s not that hard, Charlie, you’re an attractive lad. 

By the time he made Captain, keeping the core of the team strong was important enough to the House that they left him more or less alone about Finding A Mate, as he thinks of it in his head. 

The dragon conservatory in Romania was a different world. He was the youngest in the barracks, having gotten a sparkling reference from the most dragon-crazy git in England straight out of NEWT studies, but he was a hard enough worker to earn his place several times over. He spent every day elbow-deep in difficult, bone-tiring, all-compassing and thrilling work. He got to work with dragons every. single day. 

He loved it - rising at dawn to begin the morning’s work, eating large but simple meals in the field, and falling exhausted into bed each night. He loved the dragons, and the mountainous air and the people he worked with, an eclectic collection of young people from all over the world, united by their love of dragons. He made fast and deep friendships with everyone there, and no one ever ever mentioned romantic entanglements. It didn’t seem to be their priority, didn’t seem to be their goal, didn’t seem to even be on anyone’s mind. Some had partners at home, and some shared bunks and body heat between them, but most of them lived their lives like Charlie did - encompassed, and so so so fulfilled by the work, needing nothing else. He lives this way, blissful, for five years, and then lives the same life, but fraught with anxiousness for the family he’s helping only indirectly through the Order, for another three. 

Coming home, back to mainstream society, back to a concept of leisure time, back to English insistence upon propriety, back to his family “wanting the best for him” was exhausting, but necessary after a war that took his little brother and half the world he had loved growing up and rejected later in life. 

There would be plenty of time for a simpler life, later. He would find a way to live his life in a space not geared towards clingy, heterosexual monogamous pairings. But he would have to endure these spaces for now. His family needs him, and that’s more important than his own commitment to a life fulfilled on his own, with his friends, with his dragons. 

He needs to be here to help his family heal. If that means taking a few questions about this dating life, he can handle that. He knows who he is. He’ll return to that life soon. 

Strictly Business (Reader/ Lay)

Originally posted by fvck-kai


“Mr. Lay you need to choose.”

He sat at his desk, the papers and folders covering the top of it.

“Do you have any more?”

“I’m twenty-five father, I can run this business.”

He pleads with his father whose expression remains unchanged. 

“Haven’t I proved myself?”

His father laughed, breaking his stone cold expression for a quick moment.

“Do you honestly think that I am going to trust my young, unmarried son with the biggest business in the world?”

“What’s so bad about that?” He asks.

“You are a bachelor. A young and rich one on top of that.” His father begins. “The second that you begin to be the face of this company, girls will be biding for your attention, your money.”

Lay smiles at the thought. He was attractive and educated. He could easily become the most desired bachelor in the world. If only he could get his father to trust him with the business.

He was snapped out of his trance by his father’s speech. 

“You are not taking over this company until I see that you have matured.”

Lay stared at his father, confused. He thought of himself as mature, why couldn’t his father see it?

“When I see that you have found a suitable woman to assist in being the face of this company, then you will be able to take over.”

Lay sighed. It had been weeks since his father had given him his ultimatum. 

“Here’s the last one.” His assistant, Xiumin says, handing him the folder. “You actually know this girl already.”

Lay rolled his eyes at the thought of the monsters who tried to use him for his money after he began to be affiliated with his father. As he opened the folder, his stomach dropped. He looks up at Xiumin who had a smile painted on his face. 

“This is her.” 


You straightened a few of the books in the store. Today was a slow day, leaving you bored out of your mind. Most students go home on the weekends, but you were left working alone in the campus bookstore

You hear the door open behind you and you turn around to greet the two boys who came into the store.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N),” you say routinely, “tell me if you need help with anything.”

The taller boy nods and the shorter pushes him towards the aisles of books. 

Something was oddly familiar about the taller boy. Maybe you had a class with him. You quickly blew off the thought, not being able to place a name with the boy.

The two stayed in the store for over an hour, occasionally throwing a glance at you from one of the aisles. You were beginning to feel uncomfortable and you had to close the store alone. You locked the register and finally formed the courage to go tell the boys to leave. 

You find them hiding between two of the aisles.

“Hey guys, the store is closed.” You say, trying to avoid looking intimidated.

They both stared at you as if they owned the place, not moving from their spots. Suddenly the taller of the two speaks. 

“Alright, sorry for holding you past your shift.”

With that the two leave.

Once you were sure that they were gone, you locked the store and began to walk to your dorm.

“(Y/N), stop!” 


So this is going to have multiple parts (i guess you already know that)

stay tuned~

Isaac Lahey| It’s a promise, not a threat!

Count of words: 589

Warnings: a couple of curses, offensive comments

A/N: Before you say anything about the way I view bulling on this, I portrait the way I felt it and the way I went through it.  I am in fact thought to be plus size and I was always bullied for it!!!

Requested: Yes

@artfuck: Hi love your writing. I was wondering if you could write one where the reader is very shy and keeps to herself. But she is plus size and gets bullying for it. And Isaac, who likes her saves her from a bully. Thanks


Every day was the same. I would go to school and everyone would comment on my weight, making fun of the imperfections of my body. Everyone always said that I am a “fatty”. They would call me that and later they would have a conversation about how I “eat too much”. The thing is no one ever considered other reasons for my weight. I was in fact plus size but that didn’t mean that I was ugly. Maybe my butt is a bit bigger than them, my stomach a little chumpier, my breasts a little fuller, but I never understood why that made me less beautiful.
This was going on for years making me shy and distant from everything other girls my age did. Simple tasks for them were hard for me. For example ever since Scott, my childhood best friend, turned into a werewolf his life changed drastically. He became one of the most famous boys in our grade and maybe the entire school. But me on the other hand, I was the fat ass bitch that “he pittied to much to stop hanging out with her”.  Scott maded some new friends as well. Lydia, the most beautiful girl in Beacon Hills, became his-our friend, her best friend Alisson was dating him. And then, there was Isaac Lahey. A boy so distant from the world that over night became one of the most attractive boys in school, making me fall for him. Hard!Isaac was actually a very nice boy. He would constantly give me small compliments, making me blush and giggle at how gorgeous he was. But it didn’t help at all.
The bullying was still there and everyone would keep on telling me what I had to “fix”. Besides Scott and Stiles, my two childhood best friends, no one knew about it. Scott would always try to help but ever since he became a true alpha he seems to have less and less time for me, making me distance myself ever more.
That was until today. I was walking down the halls towards my locker, after school was over, to pick up some books I needed for homework and get rid of anything extra. The school was almost empty and I thought no one would take notice of me, but, boy, was I wrong. While leaving behind all the extra weight of the books I didn’t need for tomorrow the two people that always kept on bullying me came around. It was one of the schools most annoying girl with her boyfriend.
“ Wow, the fat bitch can lift weights!” She said and I looked down. “What happened? Did the cat take your tongue?” She said and I tried to walk past them but she just slapped my face and continued to insult me. Suddently the girl was pulled away from me and send across the hallway from a figure I couldn’t really make out due to my new forming tears. “Never- NEVER- talk to her like that. And never-EVER- lay a hand on her ever again in your life. If you do, she will be the last person you see in your life.” The figure threatened turned around to take a fast glance at me. “And that is a promise!” He said, his voice softening. His hand quickly found their way to pick me up as they later stopped at my waist. “I will protect you for ever,” he said. “I promise.” And with that his lips found mine making me forget of every worry I ever had.

Love was never supposed to hurt this much

Plot - Loving him was never easy, but no one said it was going to be. Love could conquer anything. Right?

Words - 5,400

Pairing - Bucky X Reader

Warnings - ANGST! Major character death. The smallest amount of fluff in the world.

A/N - I have already posted this once before so if you think you’ve read it then you probably have. I deleted my secondary blog with the same name so I could change it to my primary. Anyway, I’m sorry for making you all suffer again. The angst is real.

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

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Love. It had always been a foreign concept to you, but god the moment you laid eyes on him you knew – you damn well knew he was the one.

Even from birth you never knew the meaning of love. Your parents? The people who are supposed to love you unconditionally, it seemed they didn’t understand the meaning of it either – or maybe it was because your dad left so long ago, and it spiralled your mother into depression, pushing her towards alcohol. Then years later, when your mind was ridden with self-hatred, and depression sank its claws into your flesh, he came along.

The moment your eyes fell on him the breath was stolen from your lungs, yet you felt like you could breathe all-over again. Everything about him was beautiful – from the way his brunette hair fell into his eyes – and on the topic of his eyes, oh they were the most beautiful things you had ever seen in your life. They were bright blue, like the sky on a summers night – yet they were so dark and steely that you found yourself drowning in their depths, they were breath-taking on a whole other level. Then there was the way that his expanse of muscle rippled underneath his clothes and a smile which lit up your entire world and gave you the light you needed to guide you from the tunnel of self-hatred. He was perfect in every way possible.

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Indecent Proposal - Chapter 5

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Jared’s POV

“Wow, that was crazy,” Melody said as we were driving away from the restaurant.

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Just wait until I post that pic of us holding hands,” I said and chuckled, “That’s when the real madness will begin.”

“You’re not helping,” she said obviously terrified.

“Relax, you’ll get the hang of it eventually,” I said and continued to drive.

“I’m not so sure. I never wanted to be under the spotlight,” she said and sighed, clearly worried about the way our situation will develop in the future. Somehow I felt like I should maybe comfort her, but I went with my incessant need to pick on her.

“Well, I guess you’re just gonna have to suck it up, won’t you now, wifey,” I said never taking my eyes of the road. 

But the moment I finished the sentence I felt a pit in my stomach. This didn’t feel right, as it would usually do, when I tried to make her feel bad. I could feel the despise coming from her eyes, even though I wasn’t looking at her. This felt even worse, but I just ignored the feeling and kept driving.

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Thoughts on Wynonna Earp s1

1. SISTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All the Waverley & Wynonna is so so so good for me, and then as things progress later in the season, I just generally had so many sister feelings about things being tough and adjustments needing to be made but all the love and care (and other things. Trying to avoid some spoilers here).

2. I’ve been puzzling over why I loved this but couldn’t even muster the passion to dislike Supernatural. No doubt a lot of it is because it’s woman-driven, plus I think the “we have a specific duty because we have a specific curse” thing works better for me than “let’s TRAVEL and KILL STUFF” does? I don’t know, for two reasonably similar-concept shows Wynonna Earp does much better for me.

3. That being said, let’s have a couple bullet points for the things I did not love. To start with, there was only one POC lead–there weren’t even POC recurring characters that I recall (the problem with watching things quickly is that memory becomes an issue, things blur, I’m happy to be corrected)! This was set in–what, Nevada? I feel like it was Nevada. Small Town West, anyway. There was one (1) Native American character, I believe a displaced Navajo, who appeared for about three seconds in non-monster form. I was so happy about Dolls getting to take the lead, but more is better. I shall hope for improvement in s2!

Going under the cut for a few more negative points and then more things I liked! (Spoilers and warnings both live down here, warnings are the first point if you only want to scroll that far.)

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anonymous asked:

Jed, what is it like being so tol when the rest of the world is so smol?

I’m going to assume these are phonetic spellings of “tall” and “small” and answer accordingly.  I actually did a speech on this for my Grade 7 public speaking unit.

Some things that are awesome about it:

  • Shelves never bothered me.
  • I automatically seem more intimidating and/or attractive without having done anything.
  • I usually have an unobstructed view of stuff.
  • Longer stride means I can walk at least as fast as most people with fewer steps.
  • I once dated a girl who was 6 feet tall, barefoot.  She liked that she could wear heels and still not tower over me. I liked that there was a girl who was my size, essentially!

Some things that are not awesome about it:

  • BUYING PANTS.
  • Any sort of mass-produced seating, especially on transit systems. Airplanes are the worst, followed by buses and theatres.
  • Inane questions like “How’s the weather up there?” or “Do you play basketball?” No. My athletic skills suck. And you don’t see me assuming you can play the piano just because you have ten fingers.
  • Buildings that are clearly designed for shorter people.  I have to stoop to see myself properly in most bathroom mirrors, and I get lower back pain from bending over to do dishes in the sink.

Interestingly enough, Stephen Merchant does a bit on this in his stand-up comedy special called “Hello, Ladies.” It’s on YouTube, and he covers it in part one.

But in short (ha!), being tall is all I know.

Art of Seduction (Hamilsquad x Reader)

Art of Seduction (Hamilsquad x Reader)

**Warning: Swearing, Clumsiness, mentions of NSFW themes**

A/N: Hope you enjoy the fic. There will be a Part 2~ ;)

You were happily living with your boyfriends Lafayette, Hercules, Alexander, and John. They were always so sweet and understanding, especially when you told them you had never dated anyone before.

Hercules was always so gentle and always making sure you were okay when you had sex. Lafayette would keep you on the edge pf orgasm for hours saying how he loved to savor you. When John held you he would shower you with kisses and make you feel like clay being sculpted with his artful hands. Then there was Alexander, who would whisper sweet nothings in your ears and make you feel like the most attractive person in the world.

For all that they did for you it was only right you did something for them to return the favor, but you had no idea how to do it. So you decided to consult you best friends: Peggy, Angelica, and Eliza aka ‘The Schuyler Sisters’.

So you told them your predicament at the weekly coffee date you had with them.

“So that’s my problem. What do you girls think I should do?” (Y/N) asked as she sipped her hot chocolate.

“(Y/N), I think it’s really sweet you want to do something for the guys.” said Eliza. “The solution is simple you just have to-”

“Seduce them!” interjected Peggy, nearly knocking the table over. “Grab your femininity by the boobs and make them beg for more!”

Angelica nodded. “Peggy is right, though she could’ve phrased it better. You should let out your inner seductress.”

You made a face, not thinking of ideas on how you could seduce anyone. “I have no idea how to do that.”

The Schuyler sisters all smiled.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N)! We’ll help you!” beamed Peggy. “Think of us as the Three Musketeers of Seduction~”

“The Charlie’s Angels of devilish behavior~” chimed Eliza.

“The Earth, Wind, and Fire of Foreplay~” joked Angelica

The sisters struck a pose causing you giggle. Their energy was getting to you, making you feel pumped and anxious.

“So this is what you want to do…”

-1 week later-

Using the spare key they gave you entered the your best friends’ apartment and flopped down on the couch,which was currently occupied by Angelica.

You hugged you friend, burying your face in her chest as you cried your eyes out. Peggy and Eliza, who had been watching tv, were now firing off questions on why their best friend was crying.

After half an hour of sobbing and a large chunk of Peggy’s emergency chocolate, you had finally calmed down enough to tell them what happened.

“I failed at the art of seduction.” you cried as you nibbled on more chocolate as Eliza rubbed her back. “Utterly and completely failed!”

“C'mon, (Y/N). It couldn’t have been that bad…” Angelica said, shutting up when she saw you glare.

“Remember what Peggy did at camp during ninth grade?”

“We vowed never to speak of that!” yelled Peggy, going red with embarrassment.

“What I did was a thousand times worse!!!” you said as started to cry again.

“Did you do the-”

“Yep!”

“What about the-”

“Yes!”

“How about the-”

“Yes, yes, and yes! I tried everything and managed to screw all of them up!”

“Why don’t you tell us what happened?” asked Eliza.

You sniffled. “Well I decided to try with Alex first…”
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You saw Alex hunched over his desk in his office as usual, looking like he hadn’t slept in a week. That’s when you thought would be good time to test out your seduction plan. Thinking that if you could get Alexander Hamilton away from his work than is nothing you couldn’t do!

You quietly snuck up behind your busy boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Hey, Alex~” you said, using the seductive tone that Angelica showed you.

“Not now, (Y/N). I have to finish this draft for Washington.”

You were not going to be turned away so easily. Time to break out the technique Angelica showed you: the massage.

“That’s okay. I promise I won’t bother you~” you purred, as began to rub his shoulders.

“(Y/N), I said-Actually that…feels really…nice…”

You grinned about to go in to kiss his neck when Alex’s head fell onto the desk.

“ALEXANDER?!” ————————————————–
“BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Usually they don’t fall asleep until after the sex!” laughed Peggy, getting a pillow thrown at her by you making her fall out of her chair.

“It’s not funny! For second I thought I killed him with one those pressure point moves you see on tv!?”

“Wait, so what happened?” asked Angelica, trying to hide her giggles.

“Turns out Alex really hadn’t slept in a week and ended up passing out from sleep exhaustion.”

“I meant after that.”

“I had Hercules come and carry him up to bed. Sufficed to say that I didn’t continue with the massage.”

“Well nothing works on the first try.” comforted Eliza.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t give up!” said Peggy.

You sighed. “I didn’t. The next thing I tried on John and…”
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After the first failed attempt with Alex, you decided to try another approach. So you set your mind on another boyfriend: John.

You saw John sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through channels trying to find something to watch. Now was as good a time as ever to try out the technique Eliza told you about.

You walked into the living room, holding a bowl of strawberries. Sitting on the couch and leaning close to John.

“Hey, Sweetie~” said John, as he took you into his arms and nuzzled your neck. “What do you got there?”

“Just some sweet strawberries for the sweetest guy I know.” you said, giving him an eskimo kiss. Then John told you how he had never tried strawberries before. “Well, we’ll just have to remedy that, darling~”

You took the triangular fruit in your hand and held it to John’s mouth. Swirling it around his lips, making a shiver run down your spine and heat rise in your cheeks as he took a bite. Eliza said that applying to a guy’s sweet tooth was a sure fire way to guy’s heart. Then you realized you forgot the an important ingredient.

“I’ll be right back, Johnny boy~ I got something sweeter to go with this treat~” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before getting up. “Try not them all while I’m gone~”

You quickly grabbed your homemade whipped cream and strolled back into the living room. You nearly dropped the bowl at what you saw. John’s normally cute freckled skin was now covered in red splotches and his lips were swollen.

You quickly set down the bowl and rushed John to the hospital. ————————————————
“…So it turns out that John is really allergic to strawberries. We spent rest of the night at the hospital.” you said, head buried in your hands.

“That could’ve happened to anyone, (Y/N)!” defended Peggy.

“Uh-huh, I remember that happening with one of my dates but with peanuts…It was not pretty.” added Angelica.

“You’re just saying that, Angie.”

“No,no,no-Maybe. Still you couldn’t do anything worse than that.”

You flinched. The girls eyes widened, their expressions just asking for an explanation.

“I decided to try again with Hercules…”
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Hercules was lying on the bed you and your boyfriends shared reading a magazine. He was looking at the latest fashions for inspiration.

You swallowed hard, thinking of your two previous failed attempts at seduction. You quickly pushed those thoughts out of your mind, not wanting to put your friends’ advice to shame.

“Um, Herc,” you said, swallowing your nervousness.

“Hey, babe. How’s my goddess doing?” He looked up from his article, giving you a gentle smile. Your heart quickened and legs got week. You quickly remembered what Peggy told you.

“Take the bull by the horns.” You mumbled to yourself.

“What was that, babe?”

“Nothing!…I mean, I was wondering if you could close your eyes for me.”

He arched an eyebrow at this. “Why?”

“I have something I want to give you.”

“Oh, a gift! Why didn’t you say so!” he responded, closing his eyes and waiting to get his gift.“

You gulped, moving onto bed, crawling up to Hercules. “You have to keep your eyes shut until I say so, okay?”

“Um, okay…?”

“G-Good.”

You sat yourself between his legs, taking a deep breath. Your hand started stroke his leg as your hand moved to closer to his zipper. Before you did anything more, you began to rub him, making sure to get him hard.

You were so focused on trying to unbuckle his belt and pants with your fumbling hands that you didn’t notice Hercules opened his eyes.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?”

You shot up, not realizing Hercules had propped himself up—

WHAM
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“I broke his nose trying to give him a blowjob?! I couldn’t even get his pants off?!” you bawled, as you began crying again. “The kindest and gentlest guy I know and I fucking head butted him hard enough to break his nose?!”

“(Y/N), I’m SO sorry! Giving head was my idea!” cried Peggy, as she gave you a bone crushing hug.

“So to recap I knocked out Alexander, gave John an allergic reaction, and broke Hercules’s nose!” you sobbed harder, as you buried yourself in Eliza’s lap.

“Now, (Y/N), I love you to pieces, but maybe it’s for the best. I mean if don’t stop trying to seduce your boyfriends, you might end up killing them.” said Eliza, just making you feel worse.

“Wait, what about Lafayette?” Angelica realized.

“After what happened to Hercules I was too scared to try anything else.” you admitted, blowing your nose.

“That makes sense. I mean I’m surprised they handled that much. If it were me, I would’ve broken—”

Before Peggy could say anymore Angelica and Eliza covered her mouth, but it was already too late.

“You’re right! I’m a terrible girlfriend! I don’t deserve to be with them! Not after knocking them out and sending them to the hospital! Hell, I wouldn’t want me either!”

“Don’t say that, hun. Everyone has their accidents. I’m sure they still love you.” said Angelica.

“You five were made for each other! They’d be crazy to dump you after what happened!” yelled Peggy.

“If you explain to them what you were trying to do I’m sure they would completely understand.” added Eliza.

You wiped the tears from your face. “You really think so?”

“We know so!” said the sisters.

anonymous asked:

Haha you are legit my inspiration after that scam you pulled. I'm very new to this world, I'm a little bit nervous about the sexual aspect to it.. how do you overcome that fear?

I asked this question a lot when I first started sugaring and never really got an answer. Most girls would brush me off as a naive newbie instead of offering useful advice. It’s a genuine concern! How do you perform sexually when you’re attracted to the money, and not him? 

Change the way you think about it. It’s not a big deal, it’s just sex. That’s it.

Start with oral. The first time I was with an SD, he went down on me, nothing else happened. He was absolutely terrible at giving head and I thought I was going to puke or cry for the first 5 minutes. But after a while I started laughing and thinking, “really? This is all I have to do?” I had such a high. It’s nothing I haven’t done before and nothing I wouldn’t do for free with a boyfriend. Back in high school I had sex with boys I didn’t like at all so I was already prepared for this. The only difference is now I’m paid for it.

Try positions where you’re not facing him and imagine he’s someone you’re attracted to. Perform as flawlessly as you can in efforts to make him cum quickly. If you start with giving him some bomb ass head, he might not even make it to penetration. Always have lube on you. Moan loud as fuck. Talk dirty. The faster you fuck, the faster they cum. Think about the cash sitting in your purse. Think about your future and why you’re doing this. Take a shower immediately after (alone) and breathe. Recharge while counting your stacks.

As long as you’re safe and cautious, there’s nothing to be afraid of.

anonymous asked:

Hi! :D sorry to bother you.. but why do you see or think sns not like a brotherly or platonic love, but like a lovers or something like that? Or what makes you think that? I just want to know your opinion ;)) (Also excuse me if i wrote something wrong, english is not my language 😅) Have a nice day 😁

Hi) You don’t bother me at all. Thanks for the ask.
Though I have to say that while I fully support SNS, I am not an SNS shipper. I don’t know all their moments and phrases by heart. I can only share my general opinion on them. 

I think it is time for people to stop asking “Can Naruto x Sasuke bond be seen as romantic?” and ask “Can Naruto x Sasuke bond be seen as platonic?” instead. 

The answer to the first question is obviously “yes”.

Naruto x Sasuke bond was developed the most in the manga, it had amazing symbolism and deep intense feelings. Naruto and Sasuke influenced each other’s lives greatly. They payed enormous attention to each other’s feelings. They were beacons to each other, the ones who mattered the most. I used “each other” a lot, because everything about them was mutual. They had problems and misunderstandings, but they were willing to solve them. 

This is more than most romantic relationships in literature have, and it is what romantic relationships in literature MUST have. This is a solid foundation for love as it has most important components of it. The only thing missing is sexual attraction. But even then Sasuke’s lack of interest in women was profound, it was shown directly in several scenes (with Karin, but even in Gaiden). Naruto’s attraction to women was shown consistently, and that is why SNS was clearly not intended to be, but if we consider the situation realistically, there is such a thing called “bisexuality”. 

Just looking at all components of Naruto x Sasuke bond, it seems that THE ONLY thing that is keeping it from mixing into a full-fledged romance is Naruto’s declared heterosexuality. For a manga that didn’t intend these two to end up together, this is quite flimsy. It is like an iron thread holding a raging bull by its horns. 

And yet here comes the real question: can Naruto x Sasuke bond be seen as purely platonic? In a sexuality-equal society this question should be just as difficult as the first one. And the answer is also “yes”. Suppose iron thread didn’t break, or it did and Naruto was declared “bi”, does platonic-ending somehow invalidate Naruto and Sasuke’s relationship? Make it unrealistic? Incomplete? Not really. People can become incredibly important to one another and yet never consider romantic relationship. They can cherish each other more than their romantic partners/spouses as well, it doesn’t mean that they should have married each other. 

SNS fans sometimes say: “If Sasuke/Naruto was a girl, you’d have no doubts that their relationship is romantic”. I don’t agree. Take Ichigo x Rukia from Bleach - central relationship in that manga. Quite similar to SNS. Their bond was also the most developed, they were portrayed as “soulmates”, they had “sun and moon” symbolism, they changed each other’s lives. Ichigo said “How can I keep up with the speed of the world without you in it”. They inspired each other. Even the ending empathized importance of their meeting. They had almost no sexual attraction portrayed. Better or worse, they had all elements SNS had. One of them was also a girl. 

They didn’t become canon. Anti people easily argued that their relationship is “just” an incredibly strong and meaningful friendship. And they were right. And it is okay. People can develop an amazing bond even if they are of different genders/same sexuality. It doesn’t ensure romantic attraction. Of course, just like in Naruto, the real problem is not that SNS/IchiRuki had to be romantic, but that rival relationships are implausible: they have weak foundation, little development and no mutual attraction. It is quite obvious, why a lot of people choose to battle for SNS and IchiRuki even now. When it comes to a choice between potentially amazing love and empty/awful canon romance, you know what to choose.

Some SNS fans use “If N was a girl” argument to battle people who refuse to see romantic potential in SNS bond by default, just because Sasuke and Naruto are dudes. And that is justified. Romantic potential in SNS is unquestionable, and given rival options, is dominant. Though I believe that Naruto x Sakura couple would have been the best and overall great heterosexual choice given its development and parallels. 

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NOTE: My whole rant only concerns 698 chapters of the manga. The ending has trashed Naruto’s character and made his bond with Sasuke look shallow and morally wrong. The ending made it look like Naruto never intended to really help Sasuke, instead beat him into submission and exploited him. I don’t support that.