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The one definitive hairstyle seen at this year's Met Gala

02 May 2017

The one definitive hairstyle seen at this year’s Met Gala  

Bobs and choppy crops have been a popular hairstyle in the A-list circle for the past few years. However, at this year’s Met Gala there was an unprecedented amount of bobs. Karlie Kloss unveiled her shorter crop for the red carpet. Hair stylist Frankie Foye was the woman behind Karlie’s striking new look, giving it an asymmetric structure to emphasise the model’s cheekbones.

Here are more shorter hairstyles to inspire you to take the chop…

Few would be brave enough to go short and platinum in one go, but Taylor Swift was and she nailed the look.



SongBird a.k.a Siren / Support Hero
I’ve been wanting to design an Overwatch Omnic/OC for awhile now, and this particular concept of a siren omnic that hums and sings, but doesn’t actually speak (nonverbal: like how bastion communicates). I doodled out some basic concept ideas of her but it was hard to nail down a version that met overwatch aesthetic. b/c the characters themselves dont have complex designs. So I just kept simplifying the concept.

 Pretty much what i ended up with…. :’D (maybe change again later)
this song pretty much inspired her design and probably what she’d sound like

Love Sex Riot//K.M

//Based of song: Love, Sex, Riot~Issues\

Requested by anonymous.

Warning: NSFW, smut, swearing, blood, violence, unprotected sex

Word count: 1,385

“I don’t mind getting violent; leave your pride at the door.”

You let out a grunt as your back met the cold concrete wall of the booming club Kol had just dragged you out off. Blood slowly dripped down your chin as you let out a loud laugh, usually Kol would be all up for a night of clubbing and murdering especially with you but tonight you found yourself getting to cosy with another vampire who’s plans for the night where very similar to yours. You would have never wandered off with this stranger nor would you have even contemplated kissing him but Kol’s jealousy erupted like a volcano causing rage to cloud his judgement as he threw you over his shoulder and carried you out of the building. 

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40 for Hanin?

Prompt #40 - Pet 

(A continuation of THIS) Approx 700 words, some under the cut <3

The puppy padded along Hanin’s chestplate, her tiny feet producing occasional musical taps as nail met metal. Like a barefoot man treading through a field of glass, she gingerly wandered about, her little nose twitching, her fur so fluffy it looked almost edible.

Not that he intended to eat her, of course.

Lying on his back, the clouds limping overhead, Hanin decided the whole situation was incongruous yet peaceful, like a solitary flower blooming between the cracked floor of a ruined building. Of all things to slow him down, he never quite expected it to be a puppy, lost in the ankle-deep snow. Hanin had already tried to hand her off to Cyrus, but that brief adoption had lasted a whole of a few hours before he found the creature’s wet nose once again pressed to his shin, those brown eyes staring up at him, unblinking and sweet. 

“What am I going to do with you, hmm?” he murmured lowly, reaching down to scratch behind the puppy’s floppy ears. They were so soft – like velvet between his fingers. Their innate warmth was a pleasant tingle against his skin. “You seem to keep finding your way back to me, don’t you?”

The puppy did not reply because she was an animal and lacked the faculties for basic speech. However, while she had no idea what the sounds Hanin made meant, that did not stop her from finding them pleasant. Like a runner building up to full speed, her little tail began to wag then swish then blur until the entirety of her body was engaged in a vibrant wriggling dance. Barely keeping her footing, she yipped and offered her tiny tongue for inspection, swiping it up the back of Hanin’s hand once, twice, then a third time for good measure. A chuckle rolled up from Hanin’s chest as he watched the display, appropriately flattered by her approval of his voice. A smile tugged up the corner of his mouth as she slipped about on his smooth armour, but the prospect of falling seemed to be of little concern. Perhaps she just assumed Hanin would catch her.

Well, she was right, he supposed.

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The Purpose of Love // c.h

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Requested: Yes

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Description: When Calum Hood needs to straighten up his reputation, there’s no other solution than to fake-date a powerful girl with a powerful voice.

The Purpose of Love - Masterlist

“Y/N, are you listening?”

You stopped painting your nails and met your manager’s angry eyes.

“Of course I am.” You answered and continued painting your short nails a devil-red colour.

“What did we just say?” Your manager, Louise, asked with crossed arms sitting at the other end of the table. Five other people were sitting at the table, all staring at you as they waited for an answer.

“That I should…” You hesitated because you definitely hadn’t heard a single word throughout the entire meeting. “I should be nicer to the paparazzi.”

“No, but we need to work on that, too,” Louise commented and leant forward. You sighed and put the nail polish aside, waiting for the actual important news.

“You’re getting a boyfriend.” You corked an eyebrow at Louise’s words and chuckled slightly. Jesus, you wouldn’t go that far just for publicity.

“This is not your management sitting at the table and you haven’t even asked who they are,” Louise said in a disappointed voice.

“I just assumed you had replaced my team, I guess.” You avowed, earning a death glare from Louise.

“No.” She disclosed. “These people are 5 Seconds Of Summer’s management. You’ve heard of the band.”

Louise stood up from her chair and walked all the way over to your seat, only to take away your nail polish to catch your full attention. She sat down on the table, holding intense eye contact, making you shutter. You didn’t really like Louise - sometimes she could be quite scary.

“I don’t want to date four boys at once.”

“Sometimes I think we should get your IQ checked.”

“I’m kidding.” You confirmed and nodded. “Continue.”

“Calum Hood, the bassist, need…” Louise paused and looked into the air, thinking about her words carefully. “He needs a ‘correction’. In addition, we all think you should be part of that ‘correction’.”

You looked over to the five people at the table. They were all dressed as normal people - unlike Louise and her management. She would always wear “business-clothes” as you liked to call it to annoy her. 5 Seconds Of Summer’s management seemed cool. You wished you switch them out with your own management.

“I don’t want to date a band member.” You hissed, making Louise cork an eyebrow.

“Sweetie, you don’t have a choice.”

Of course, you didn’t. Ever since Louise saw some potential in you, she had been controlling your life. You didn’t remember who found you singing with your acoustic guitar on Hollywood Boulevard, but the person brought you to Louise who immediately took you in as a client. You couldn’t say no; it was your dream. Since then it had been EP’s, red carpets, showing up to award shows but never winning anything. A whole year had passed and Louise had promised you to make something better in 2016 - yet nothing had happened yet.

“You’re meeting him tomorrow, Y/N.” Louise pulled you out of your thoughts and jumped down from the table. “Let’s try to impress him, okay? Don’t be a bitch.”

“I’m never a bitch,” you yelled after her.

Everybody had already left without you noticing and as soon as Louise closed the glass door, you sat alone in the big meeting room with a frown on your face and a nervous feeling in your gut. You actually liked 5 Seconds Of Summer - you just didn’t know anything about the boys. But if he was a nice guy, then pretend-dating him for a couple of months wouldn’t be the worst.

The next morning, you drove to Louise’s management where she had texted you to met her and Calum. You entered the massive building and took the elevator to the 10th floor with everything being a routine. You walked out and in the doors until you eventually came across Louise’s office. You almost kicked the door in when you entered, making Louise and the stranger turn to you.

You recognised Calum immediately. His brown hair was sticking to his forehead as he pursed his lips, putting away his phone. You sighed as you could almost see the lust play in his eyes.

“This is Calum, Y/N.” Louise had put on the voice you use when you talk to kids.

“I’m aware.” You answered and sat down in the chair beside him. Louise had a huge amount of empty space in her office. The only thing that was in there were two plants, a desk with a swivel chair, and two other velvet chairs in front of that desk. The rest of the room was empty.

You felt the desire to throw your feet on her desk but instead you tried to keep a positive attitude - tried not to give Calum attention.

“Calum, this Y/N.” Calum nodded politely. Louise looked something up on her computer, reading some stuff aloud.

We hope that this relationship is gonna work for both sides… blah, blah blah… this is not only important for your career… blah, blah, blah… it’s important to have good chemistry… blah, blah, blah. You get the point.”

Both you and Calum nodded as Louise shifted between looking at you two. Her left eye always seemed redder than her right and it freaked you out every time she looked at you.

“We’re thinking the relationship should last at least 6 months.” Louise continued scrolling through something on her computer while talking to you. “Rumours need to be spread as soon as possible and what better way than to see you two ‘hanging out’. We’re calling out TMZ tomorrow where’ll you two will be seen together.”

Louise smiled while rambling on. She continued talking about how PR was for the best and it didn’t have to last long, but it would be better if it could last six months.

Ugh, six months was a long time. And you had gotten the bassist. You would have preferred the lead singer as a fake boyfriend - Luke was cuter.

After a good thirty minutes of Louise talking about the following stunt, she left the room so you two could be ‘alone’.

None of you said anything. You just stared at his rosy cheeks as he observed your reaction. Which was a cold stone face.

“What kind of person are you?” Calum questioned and tilted his head. You furrowed your brows, not fully understanding the question.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, what type of person are you?” he repeated with a hand gesture. “Green Day or the 1975? Hook-up or true love? Ice cream or cookies?”

“Uh, Green day. True love. And cookies.” You answered and stared outside the window while Calum was nodding. Your hands were on your lap, lightly tapping along to a song stuck in your head.

“Do you actually believe in true love or are you just against hook-ups?” Calum asked again and you sighed when you turned around to face him. His eyes were darker than the night as the grey t-shirt were hanging loosely on his strong chest and huge biceps.

“I believe in true love.” You answered with raised eyebrows, waiting to be shut down.

“So, you’re not against hook-ups?” Calum smirked and you instantly knew where this would be going.

“No,” you clicked your tongue. “However, I don’t do ‘hook-ups’.”

Calum frowned before putting a wide smile on his face.

“Not even one-night-stands?”

You snorted and finally put your feet on the desk, without realising how rude it was. You didn’t want to date something for publicity but here you were. Sitting in front of a guy that seemed like a douche, as he kept asking you questions about sex. You ignored his last question and instead you starting provoking him; just to have fun.

“You’re not that good at bass, honestly. Plus, your bandmates are hotter than you. ” You smirked, making Calum bite his lip. You exhaled and smiled innocently at you. He was looking for a clear comeback

“You’re supposed to be a singer, right? Yet I haven’t even heard of you.”

“Well, let’s just blame that on the manager we both just listened to ramble. Oh wait, no, we didn’t, cause she’s boring.”

Calum raised his chin and you shook your head while looking down at your lap. It felt like you had gotten everything out your chest. You hated being polite when you didn’t feel like it. You had to be polite to interviewers, paparazzi, management, crew, everyone. Hating on someone you didn’t really know felt somewhat good.

“We both know why they choose you, right?” Calum inquired with a smirk to which you shook your head as an answer.

“Because of my sparkling personality?” You joked. Calum chuckled, making your stomach turn.

“Because of your attitude. Not your personality.”

You bit your inner cheek, thinking about it. Everything made sense now. You remembered seeing all the front magazine covers with titles such as “Calum Hood: Out with another girl” or “The fuckboy of 5SOS” or “Why Calum Hood is a fuckboy?”.

“My attitude is my personality.” You admitted.

A/N: uh, wow, part 2?

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Distract Me
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She sat facing him, her long brown hair draped over her shoulders and her fringe pinned up to keep stray pieces from falling in her face as she read. Dozens of books lay scattered between them, loose papers, crumpled wrappers and empty water bottles were strewn about the room. He watched as her eyes scanned the page, stopped, looked to the top of the next and then scanned down again. She exhaled wistfully, and glanced over at her lit cellphone. He watched her slide the lock screen open and poke at a few buttons responding to the text before returning to her book. 

His mind wandered from his studies, biology textbooks all seemed to jumble into one. He looked up, past her and caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror. His unruly blonde hair seemed crazier than ever in the summer humidity, he readjusted the pins in his own hair before looking back down to his love. She continued to look over at her phone in between pages, poking aggressively at the screen.

“My love who are you paying so much attention to?” …

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When half the class aces the test and the other half completely bombs it with no in-between.


CHILD’S PLAY: in which ( y/n ) reluctantly teaches justin how to bake and the kitchen shenanigans end up being a hearty mix of back and forth banter, playful moments, as well as a little bit of pda. both justin and ( y/n ) have never considered themselves to be anything more than just friends, but despite the simplicity of their relationship there’s absolutely no doubt that there’s a mild tension between the two. and their time in the kitchen ends up proving just that. 

so basically i wanted to write something really fluffy because that was just the type of mood i was in today. i’m actually pretty happy with the way this one turned out, and i hope that you guys like it too. as always, feel free to tell me what you thought about it because i love hearing from y’all. 

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