no matter how skinny you get

Hoe when you're not a hoe

So, there’s a lot y'all don’t know about me. Some things you’re just never gonna no. But let me let you in on this: I am shy as hell, awkward, and this is a post on how to hoe when you’re not a hoe.

Maybe you wanna experiment? Maybe you wanna be a hoe? Maybe you’re ready to hoe but too shy? Maybe you wanna look like a bad bitch? Or maybe you’re a hoe but you’re not but you are but you’re not- either way. I gotchu.

Confidence is key

Of course, the first one I add is on confidence you think. No, but seriously, confidence.

  •  If you don’t have conidence, fake it till you make it. If you pretend like you’re a bad bitch, you will eventually be a bad bitch.
  • Change your walk. yes, your walk. There’s a walk that will not only make you look like a bad bitch, but will make you feel like a bad bitch. Shoulders back, head high (? straight basically) and let your boobs lead the way. You want your arms swinging by your side casually and your hips doing it too, make it look casual. So don’t overdo it.
  • Tell yourself how much you love you every day.
  • Wear clothes that make you feel sexy. For me it’s a variety of things, but put me in skinny jeans, a tank top, adidas and let me put on some highlighter && I’ll be ready for anything.
  • Work  on yourself. Improve constantly. Instead of just being upset about your flaws, write them down and figure outhow to solve them. 

Ways to hoe

This all depends and such, but here you go. You may wanna be a sneaky hoe, a cute hoe, a obvious hoe. It doesn’t matter, these should help in some way.  So you can get that ish.

  • Learn the art of seduction. Seducing is a skill. If you want to seduce someone you should learn it. You can find tons of things online, everywhere. There’s sites with ways to seduce, give blow jobs, eat girls out…etc. Learn. Practice your expressions with random people (not forcing them into anything sexually, yall, just lots of eye contact…etc)  but do it in a way that you seem innocent. Gauge their reactions.
  • Sexting. Alright, this is for those that want to feel good sexually. This is for the one’s that are too shy to do anything up close and personal, but want to hoe. Or anyone, tbh. Sexting is a very common thing. If you want to sext, do your research. Don’t show your face…etc. You can always fake your confidence with sexting.
  • Hoeing that isn’t exactly hoeing. Maybe you like the aesthetic but don’t want dick. Maybe you want to wear racy things and flirt, but not fuck. I gotchu. Your goal is to wear something sexy. I mean sexy. Buy lingerie and wear it every chance you get. Mini skirts are your best friend. Flrit with body language, not just words.
  • Be your best. Be confident. If you want to wear makeup, do it. Girl ya highlighter is poppin.
  • Clubs & parties. Do I need to explain this one? Fuck who you want, boo!
  • The other options, are different. I won’t “recommend” them but I also won’t tell you not to do them. I’m not recommending them because of the struggle…etc. I’ve seen off of just this site alone. You could be an escort, a sugar baby, a stripper, a cam girl…etc But if you even consider this shit. Do your fucking research. Be of a legal age. Know what you’re doing before you go into it. And if you do go into it, have fun, baby.


I mean that. Don’t let ANYONE put you down for what you wear, do, or want to do. You do you. You wear what you want, do what you want, and take what you want. If they try to pull some bullshit, show them that you are a queen.

To look like a bad bitch:

Wear what makes you confident. But here’s some things I’ve just noticed as I see a lot of them or something.  In general:

  • Get your eyebrows done
  • Make sure your eyeliner & shadow is matching 
  • Highliiigghhhttt, highlight, highlight more highlight yes
  • Matte lips are common
  • So are glossy lips though
  • Chic/baddie/badass clothes
  • Coconut oil ur hair
  • Look at all the clear skin posts yall
  • Shave your legs
  • Smell good
  • Thigh high boot/heels are p common
  • Bbodycon happens a bit
  • But tbh wear what you wanna weat && love yourself

Please remember to be safe doing any of the things. Watch out for allergies when you read hoe tip posts, don’t follow everything you see, carry a self defense weapon, learn some self defense. Get it, boo.

I usually make a point to avoid getting into this kind of drama. 

That stops now.

If you’ve been following the kind of people I follow, or if you’re part of new fandoms that experience a sudden explosion in popularity and number of fans - Undertale. Steven Universe. RWBY. Fire Emblem. Overwatch. Disney. Gravity Falls. Star Wars. Marvel. Etc -, you will have seen something like this.

Every time, without exception, there’s a small group of people who think they are entitled to say what is right and what is wrong. Who erect themselves as judge and jury of what is GOOD and what is PUNISHABLE. And now, they may well have erected themselves into executioners.

There was a tumblr user by the name of tyrant-rex. Emphasis on WAS. If you go to his blog you’ll notice it’s deactivated. That’s because he did it, right after leaving a suicide note.

Rex shipped Pewey. That is Pearl/Mayor Dewey, both characters from Steven Universe. Pearl is a canonical lesbian character. Mayor Dewey is a guy. And that, it seems, was all the reason this toxic part of the fandom needed to want him dead. They showered him in hate and this is the result. Rex may well be DEAD because some people decided a fictional ship was worth more than a human life.

And the most sickening part? They’re not sorry. They revel in the pain they’ve caused. They try to justify it.

“But Pearl is a canonicaly lesbian!” Doesn’t justify killing a person over it.

“But it was lesbian erasure!” No it’s not, just as shipping two heterosexual characters in a gay relationship isn’t heterosexual erasure. And even if it were, it would still not justify killing a person over it.

“But seeing that ship hurts me!” If a non-canon drawing of a fictional ship is enough to cause you pain you should go to therapy because you are obviously not well off on the head. Oh, and it STILL DOES NOT JUSTIFY KILLING SOMEBODY OVER IT.

I mean, really, did these people even think about what they were doing? What they are celebrating? If he’s dead, that’s a whole person gone from the earth. Did he have friends? Family? Loved ones? Hopes and dreams? And now those people will never see him again. His goals will never come to be. And why? Because of a ship? Because people on the internet couldn’t stand others loving things they didn’t like? Can you think of any subject more STUPID to hate somebody? To drive somebody to death?

This is not the first time the SU fandom drove someone to the edge of suicide. And I tell you right now, it’s not going to be the last. This is gonna keep happening. And you might be reading this and thinking I’m overreacting. I wish I was. I wish I had no reason to make this post. But Rex, and those who came before, are the horrible proof that no, I am not exaggerating.

And just like they came for him, they will come for you. Because you drew Connie’s nose too small, or her skin too light. Because you drew Pearl with boobs, or Mei and Rose skinny. Because you made Frisk’s eyes too asian, or Hanzo’s eyes not asian enough. Because your humanization of Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps is not the color THEY want it to be. Because you dared to ship the “wrong” ship. Because your opinion is something they don’t like.

I honestly don’t know how to close this, so I’ll just say, if anybody’s shitting on you or trying to get you to hurt yourself, block them. Your mental health and your life matter so much more than all the fictional characters in the world.

To be Rock n Roll you Have to Make everyone a little Uncomfortable

This summer, I cut my hair short. The shortest it’s ever been. And do you want to know why I did it? Because I wanted to. That’s truly the long and..ahem…short of it.
A lot of women have shorn their locks this year, all for various reasons. Some out of convenience like me, some for deeper meanings in search of personal change. Some ladies are doing it simply out of defiance to show the world that a woman’s hair does not define her worth or beauty.
It’s amazing when you are in the public eye how passionate people can get about small changes like this. Especially on the net, the name calling, sexist comments and the mean, judgmental attacks on my gender and sexuality. All because I cut a few inches off my hair. And in the meantime most of my male friends right now are growing their mops out down to they asses! It’s just hair, it grows and gets cut. And the reason I’m addressing this issue is because there’s this misconception that your hair, what you wear, how skinny you are, your social status etc…defines your worth and your beauty. To that I’d like to say that my short hair was a test and some of you passed, and some of you failed because This could not be further from the truth. Your worth and your beauty is measured by your heart. It’s Your ability to accept yourself and others for their uniqueness, and really, being a good human is what makes you beautiful. I’ve been friends,dated and have had trists with a few handfuls of people. I’ve fallen for people who aren’t “traditionally and marketed as” beauty, and have considered them sexy and fucking amazing looking because of their bold, spunky, golden heart. I’ve also had close contact with our ‘traditional, socially accepted as beautiful people’ … and the truth is … it doesn’t matter how long your hair , your skinny waist or glowing skin… if you’re an asshole nobody wants to fuck, love or have you in their circle! The most beautiful people that I’ve kissed and that I’ve have had in my inner circle… are the rebels… the people that are defiantly being them, dressing like the want to, wearing their hair like they want to, getting tats, piercings, or none of those things. Just owning who you are is seriously the most sexy and beautiful thing you will ever do! And for me personally…this is what attracts me to someone.
I hope that everyone goes on Facebook and checks out every foul comment people are making about my hair. I hope every little girl and little dude reads this. I’m here to tell you that there’s always going to be people who will criticize you, judge you and are going to be downright cruel to you for the way you look sometimes. But when this happens you have to remember that You are ‘Rock n Roll’. You are not a pop star or a porn star where your worth is measured by your youth and your looks…. you Are Rock n Roll because you make everyone uncomfortable and are unapologetically yourself, you walk into a room with your head high and Own it, you dress yourself the way you want and you follow your dream at all costs with no backup plan!
Let everyone say what they want. But the only reason someone will troll you about your amazingness is because they are insecure and/or are dinosaurs who have no clue how to exist in 2017. Be you. Love you. Because I love you and we Stand Out together.

And P.S. do not feel sorry for me about any ridiculous comments that have been thrown my way… be sorry for the people that posted them… poor souls, I only give them love and encouragement to find who they are inside and not just own it .. but “Rock n Roll own it”

Lzzy Hale

i should have written this goddamn show
  • it’d be on hbo so swearing and topless people,,,, the anti game of thrones
  • confirmed gay merlin + morgana
  • bisexual gwaine + arthur
  • at some point gaius has a bong on his table and no one says anything about it
  • uther married morgana off to some nobleman and they’re best friends!! they love each other in a super platonic way and high five a lot and he helps with the nightmares and they just love each other okay
  • he’s also a knight in arthur’s inner circle
  • a little of gwen and merlin talking about boys
  • servants can read/write, but it’s at least explained
  • eric the stable boy™ (merlins ex boyfriend, season 2)
  • also merlin taught morgana magic and she’s not evil; she works closely with her brother as an advisor and a knight
  • there are dogs
  • a lot of platonic hugs and “i love you’s”
  • a different antagonist
  • gwaine kisses merlin at sometime like its normal (they’ve been seeing each other)
  • leon marries some awesome noblewoman sometime during season 3 and arthur is the best man and everyone loves her
  • ancient rome gets at least a mention
  • leon and his wife get pregnant
  • lowkey percival and gwaine are together
  • arthur and gwen talk after lancelot is in camelot for good and decide they don’t work
  • “wine and cheese club” they get drunk and talk about their problems; basically just gwaine and percival giving relationship advice to merlin and whomever
  • gwaine knows™
  • morgana blushes and smiles at cute girls
  • merlin has the mouth of a sailor
  • roman catholic church
  • mithian gets married and he’s a perfect gentleman who loves her and she’s so happy, (they stay in camelot for a few episodes)
  • sometime during season 4 they do monty python and the holy grail
  • sometime also during season 4, they’re in the woods and arthur is split from the group for some reason and bandits attack and he watches the whole thing and sees merlin using magic; he’s not angry, just hurt
  • arthur gives merlin ygraine’s ring + merlin is seen with it around his neck
  • “i bet you’d look cute grasping at the sheets of my bed” “no matter how many times you ask im not making your bed asshole”
  • arthur and gwen still get married and are best friends; although arthur is with merlin and gwen is with lance
  • gwen and lance have triplets!! and the triplets have four parents: the king, the queen, first knight and the king’s servant
  • sometimes merlin falls asleep in front of the fire and arthur has to carry him to bed
  • colin morgan in skinny jeans
  • ban on magic repealed
  • arthur suggests appointing merlin as court sorcerer and royal consort but merlin just smiles and says all he wants to be is his servant
  • epilogue where arthur/merlin and morgana and gwen/lance + all their kids!!! are having a picnic

anonymous asked:

describe how each high school year by semester went for you

9th grade: We don’t call it a play date anymore, it is hanging out, hanging by our toes like wet lipped fruit bats, like jungle gym monkey kids. Young and swollen. Blood, immature blood, pink blood, fresh meat blood pepto bismol up the wazoo, and spit under my bed. Code names aren’t for spies, they’re for 14 year old girls with googley eyes, not that we needed them. Kevin and Grace, Ellie and Joshua, Paloma and Matt which is weird because I’m hot for him, and they kinda look like siblings. Pink shorts, black tights, Jimmy Eat World, pizza bagels and lucky charms under a fresh white linen morning like detergent sealed crust between my eyelids, you tore them open. I mean, not yet. But soon. I discover neon sex scenes, Sky Ferreira, and Skins and this is where the final hopscotch box stops; at the end of the subway platform. This is where I’m supposed to jump. Monkey balls fall on our heads as we walk home, and autumn leaves crunch like drum line snare beats. All godless girls with snakes and cherry lollipops and 9 millimeters pointed at our clits, Bend it Like Beckham under your itchy wool blankets, Alice’s mom thinks I’m cool, and I stay for dinner and crack some risky jokes like a fox among wolves. (I think he looks at me when I look away). Me and Hana FaceTime I take screenshots of her dancing with her cat. The girls who play soft ball in short shorts, the girls who call them sluts, the boys who watch. We dance through rainbows in the sprinklers on the way to the Homecoming dance and pretend we don’t care we don’t have dates. We’re floating in the cytoplasm, floating on the cotton candy overdose cause our parents drop us off at the bowling alley but we are too loyal to sneak out the back. We pool our money every Friday after school for the spring break road trip we’re going on when Hana gets a car, and one of us has lost our virginity, and none of us are scared of the dark.

Miss Budd yelled at me for not standing for the pledge of allegiance, and I was 4 years old again. My English teacher held me back, and held my hand, and gave me a safety pin for my missing button, and told me it would be. Okay.

10th grade: We were on the news that year. Cristo’s curls on KTLA, solemn, and not the boy cross eyed and high with his pants around his ankles. Suddenly we’re all standing up straight, suddenly we’re being told we can’t wear leggings because somebody posted a video of Penelope having sex with Max on Facebook. Suddenly we’re underground in the girls locker room (red varsity knee socks, Dina drowning the spider nests with Victoria’s Secret rose perfume, humid with shame and lesbian suspicion) holding our arms in front of our naked breasts, single file like ants for the syphilis test. The boys who drew penises in fire and salt on the soccer field grass, like druid frat boys, but not the boys who put gorilla glue in the classroom locks, and not the boys who wrote their hit list in the red pen on the back of Mr. Chan’s syllabus and ended up in court, who called in a bomb threat, just to get the test pushed back. We all took turns getting our ghosts exorcized in the principals office. It was pompeii and pandemonium, and nobody was safe, not even us girls sleeping wrapped in the dust of library encyclopedias. You moved away from me like I was illiciting the restless black dreams on your grandmas shitty air mattress. The sheets are clean enough, but this attic is haunted, you keep waking up in the middle of the night to your body sinking like a pirate ship caught by the Kraken, the floor gnawing at your bones again so you just. Got up. And slept somewhere else. My English teacher held me back, and told me I was a good writer but don’t be so angry, and I cried right there, and she gave me a kleenex from her Shakespeare tissue holder and I blew this stupid pain head first out of my nose. I never told you about that. Maybe if I had you would’ve felt bad for me and stayed a little longer. But you hung out with those buckwild kids under the spot by the willow tree, and it was easy. it was just snuffing out an annoyance. A mosquito licking the ruby of your earrings that you shooed away. Our birthstones were both rubies, you know, we were twin cancers with balmy skin and busted appendixes, the aliens took you once and the only explanation was a scar on your spine, and I reckon I should’ve known they’d come back for you.

(You are gonna tell your kids about these cherry cola years of golden suburbia, and midnight blue debauchery snapping teenage knees, and furrow your brow forgetting the name of the girl you spent the first two calling your best friend.) You cheered at football games. You got drunk with them at night, and you were bursting and missing teeth like a watermelon smile, you rubbed up against each other like cats they touched you in all the right places and you didn’t text me anymore. You went to sleepovers and posted photos on Instagram, I wasn’t invited, I thought this bullshit was supposed to stop happening in elementary school. All the things we thought would never happen, lockdown drills, fire drills, earthquake drills and we still weren’t prepared. It was. Pandemonium. It was. Chemical fires in Mr. Dow’s science class. And me and my plans were just. so fucking boring standing next to your cherry blossom hurricane. You didn’t wait for me after class anymore and I just. Looked so stupid trying to catch up. Blood, mature blood, cows blood in the manure for the roses to eat. Black blood, like storm sky, I dish out this milkshake I pick the scab and I lick the blood away. Thomas comes out and dubs himself the gay cliche, we walk home together on the yellow brick road, and we pray a tornado will land the school library on our corpses so we can die with those sparkly shoes on. Those ruby shoes on. The Fates gagged me with a pack of jolly ranchers. I got straight A’s while Rome was falling. Nobody has ever made me feel so small.

11th grade: New school. The kids talk different here. Depression in California is like getting a cold in mid-July. So ironic it’s almost insulting. I’m pretty sure it was raining all year, but don’t count on it, I lived sub-terrestrialy with my mothers tulip bulbs. Today’s Wednesday? I thought it was Friday? I thought yesterday was Sunday? Depression in California is like running after a rabbit in the woods. It doesn’t matter how sunny it is, you will suddenly look up and it’s night, and the trees are not your friends, even when they are as skinny and shaky as you. You will get stuck in the swamp, leave your shoes behind, and not even remember why you were out here in the first place.

Headache. Stomach ache. Lots of those, those are easy to fake. Menstrual cramps, vomiting, gut wrenching, kinda vomiting. A personal favorite. I got to get my hands dirty for that one, I got to reach for the gag reflex like a remote control and press fast forward and feel my arc capsizing, until the static buzzed and I was pale like southern gothic tragedy, I’m not bulimic I just don’t wanna go to school. Depression in California is like an abandoned zoo. Everything echoing animal shrieks. They set them free but the cages were empty long before that. I make some friends, nice ones who laugh at my jokes, and I feel like I should get a sticker for it, but I do more nervous shaking than laughing.

Depression in California is like a badly maintenanced carnival. We’ve gone around the ferris wheel 8 times now and nobody seems to notice. The cotton candy polluting my blood, running slow and globby while the kids below spin, the kids drop, the kids could die, but they just giggle hand in hand with smiling clowns who pump them full of teeth rotting sweets, the winking lights are blurry this far away, and it feels like eons before we’ll get back to the bottom. I’m out of tokens. I think I’m just gonna jump.  

12th grade: Trump won. I think I might like girls. My dad jokes about his own death so I know what it means to be angry now, like femurs forged from the goddamn ring of Isildur. Is this what’s normal now? Fucking boys who are oil slick and easy living, and lose my socks in their dorm rooms? Meet them for diner food and xans on the weekend, and everything just temporary? Is that just what everybody wants now? My brother got a green card marriage, but I guess he loves her for real now. We watch the Walking Dead until the streetlights glaze over our eyes, he asks me if I have a boyfriend, no. If I’ve had any since I last saw him, no. If no is my favorite word, yes. Thing is I’ve never been anyone’s girl cause I’ve got a volcano where I should have a stomach. I know what it is to live on the red planet. But I ignore all that and go to concerts that bleed beer and swoon for boys who drink the blood. I guess we’re used to falling off of things so we do it on purpose now. It’s not over but I know how it’s gonna end. Cracked skull, and police lights. And to the break of dawn on Brandon’s roof, boxers stained with mayonnaise, and Deadpool is probably his favorite movie or some dumb white boy shit like that. I’m not gonna cry when I leave for college, I’m gonna cry at the car rental watching the sun bleed out on the trees. I’m gonna cry in the knothole of an oak tree, hiding from the freshman mixer party in the woods I knew I shouldn’t have come to once the social anxiety starts clawing up soaked in the gallon of strawberry Crush I downed to calm myself down. You know, in some other parallel universe, my parents never divorced and we dispute where the sugar pantry should be at inopportune times, and I don’t straight jacket myself with the echoplex sound of my mother screaming over my dead body just to not inhale the chlorox under the sink. I was so bloody, I just wanted to be clean.

I thought it was like the 80’s, the rusty exhaust pipe of Matt’s car turning the snow black while he’s wasting time daydreaming of my piston pumping sloppy hips, and rumored things that happen in the backseat, and kicking cans in no particular direction, and first love sticky and first love stabbed into your kidney and you never really recover. I thought it was sixteen candles, and say anything, but it’s getting bloodshot squirrelly smoking hash in the disabled bathroom stall. It’s a personality disorder grown up from the ground like a mushroom that is poison to the touch, and thrown away birthday presents, and valentines day balloons stuck in the trees. It’s dropping the last slice of college acceptance celebration cake on the floor for your dogs breakfast, and cartoon rain puddles for eyes talking about how scary it is to drive on the freeway. Karina and Maddie rough housing like pit bulls in fifth period cause we don’t do shit in that class and pretending that we are not all gonna be strangers in 6 weeks before we. Before we. Please don’t make me say it out loud.

My English teacher held me back, and told me to make up the quiz I missed, and that was the only time I will ever be happy that some strangers just stay that way. And Daddy, I will miss you when you leave me, and Daddy I will meet you in the next life you just gotta wait for me ok?

I am not the kind of girl people have crushes on. I am the kind of girl who can survive 18 stealing food from parties, couch surfing, living like a lightning bolt. There one minute, and gone the next.


combined two requests.

Anon requested: Can you please do one where the reader is short (like 5'2), a bit chubby and curvy, and has SUPER small hands, but is insecure about those things, but that’s what Reid LOVES about her and she gets really upset about it one day and he just explains to her that he thinks she is beautiful and great etc.:

another Anon requested: Can I request a plus sized reader who is uncomfortable with herself and Spencer isn’t having it because he thinks she’s beautiful? I recently found your page and fell in love with it!:

Originally posted by toyboxboy

You were laying on the sofa with Spencer, his arms around you as you were on top of him. A movie played on the tv before you, but you didn’t pay much attention to it. You were absentmindedly twirling your hair around your finger. You shifted so that you weren’t on top of him anymore, instead sitting at his feet as he was spread out on the couch.

“What are you doing? Come back,” he pouted, opening his arms for you to move into. You smiled sadly, shaking your head. You didn’t trust your voice. But, try as you might, you couldn’t hide much from your FBI profiler boyfriend. It was a given that he could tell when you were upset or angry.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He swung his legs over, sitting next to you on the couch. Spencer gently used his fingers to tilt your chin towards him, so you’d have no choice but to look into his eyes.

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Seth ‘Freakin’ Rollins - NSFW Alphabet

SO ITS FINALLY HERE! Sorry it took me so long but I had to make sure it was somewhat good. I hope you all enjoy it.

A/N: I liked writing this. I need to do more Seth things. 

Warnings: Explicit

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Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

A - Aftercare (what they are like after sex)

Seth likes to bask in your love making. He loves to lay there covered in your juices (or cream depending on who it is ;)) and think about all the naughty things you had done.

He doesn’t like for you to wash over immediately after sex either. He wants you sticky with him. He loves the primal satisfaction that gives him. He likes seeing you with him all over.

B - Body Part (favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

He loves his arms, and his tongue. His arms because he ls able to hold you while he fucks you in a plethora of positions. Grabbing your titties and pinching your nipples are just some of the many things he liked to do to you while he fucks you. His tongue because with it he can lick your cream ( or juices) up after he makes you come while screaming his name.

Originally posted by our-sizzling-seduction

Seth loves your mouth and hands. The things that come out of your mouth excite him. Your words whether harsh or loving make him rock hard. He gets hard just seeing you talk because he knows that when you aren’t in public, talking, you’re behind closed doors with him swallowing his thick cock whole. And when you aren’t using your mouth on him you’re using your hands to bring him to orgasm. He loves your hand jobs. You tease him with different pressures and speeds until he cums all over your hands or face depending on how he feels that night.

C - Cum (anything about cum)

Seth loves to cum in your mouth with your tongue out. He liked to see you wait patiently for your treat like a good little girl. He loves seeing you swallow every drop, then open and stick your tongue out to make sure he sees you’ve eaten your treat and not wasted it.

You love cumming on his face. You know he loves to eat you preferably while you sit on his face but he will take what he can get. He’s told you time and time again your taste drives him wild. ‘Berries and cream’ is what he said you tasted like.

D - Dirty Secret

Seth likes for you to pull his hair while he eats you. The pain mixed with the pleasure (of eating you) is like an aphrodisiac to him. It spurs him on to make sure you cum harder each and every time.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Seth is a notorious playboy. Each women he’s “dated” he has taken to bed.


Seth has the charm. The good looks. The body to make any woman he wants turn into a puddle of need. Seth is a master at giving oral. Due to the fact that he’s bed many women he has learned in many ways how to please a woman with his mouth. He utilizes his lips, teeth and tongue to make sure you scream his name as you cream on his tongue.

‘Come for me doll.’ Seth bites my clit then licks it with his tongue to sooth the sting but erupt my body like a volcano. ‘Fuuuuuuck me… ‘

F - Favorite Position

Riding Seth in cowgirl is the quickest way to make him cum. The feel of you sliding along his cock while you meet him thrust for thrust and cream on him make him crazy with need. He loves that when you two are in this position you riding him the way you want to and that you don’t hold back from taking his long cock in your tight wet pussy.

‘That’s right doll. Take this cock… uh, fuck.’

G - Goofy (are they serious in the moment or more of a sense of humor?)

While Seth might be all business in the ring and Crack a smile here and there he is a total goof ball. He tried to be ‘daddy’ in bed and ends up sounding like he’s trying to hard. Seth will laugh at the most non serious things. For instance he laughed when you were underneath him while he fucked you. He said the way your eyes crossed reminded him of a dead fish.

Did I mention he will laugh at the dumbest things too?

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

Seth keeps his private area trimmed but wild. Like his head and chest hair he loves for you to see and feel it. He also loves to look as manly as possible since he’s always being called a pretty boy by everyone in and around the WWE.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Seth loves to enjoy you in and out of bed. He loves to make you laugh at the stupidest things and hear you laugh when he tried to be a daddy. But he also knows when to be serious and love you down like a real man should. He knows how to worship and please you when the time calls for him to be the man. Seth doesn’t take your love making for granted and knows you expect him to be serious sometimes.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

What do you think? Seth and masterbation go hand in hand. While it isn’t a everyday or every week thing be will use his hands when you are away for work or when he is busy with shows and needs a release. And when he does jack off he either takes photos or videos to send to you so that you can see how you drive him crazy even when you’re away.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sensation play is something Seth enjoys doing to you. Whether it be running his fingertips around and across your nipples or breathing open mouthed over your swollen clit. Seth loves to see you squirm and moan for him to touch you. The teasing makes it that much enjoyable to him when he finally fucks you.

Originally posted by endlessslygazing

L - Location (favorite place to have sex)

Seth loves to have sex anywhere there a mirror. Not only does it turn him on to see you naked and spread wide for him, but it turns you on as well. You love looking at him while he concentrates on pleasing you and seeing his body move with that determination.

M - Motivation (what turns him on)

You. You’re his biggest turn on and motivation. He works and fucks hard so that he can sure you smile and scream his name in ecstasy.

N - No (what they won’t do)

Seth doesn’t like toys period. He doesn’t like any harmful kinks. He is a man who takes pride in the fact that he can please you solely with his body and the things around you.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving. skilled?)

Just like Samoa Joe, Seth is the giver. Most definitely. He loves your taste. That is his biggest thing when giving you oral. He wants you to cream and cum on his face and mouth so that he can taste you.

P - Pace (rough and fast? slow and sensual?)

Slow with long strokes. Seth likes sensation. So imagine him fucking you with all those inches while you’re soaking wet and so sensitive…  exactly.


Originally posted by sensualkisses

Q - Quickies (their opinion on them)

Seth will take what he can get. When he can have you he will take you. Period. Seth never misses an opportunity to fuck you even if it’s short. He will make it work.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment?)

Seth doesn’t like toys so he won’t okay or touch them. But he will try new positions and even let you do to him what you please. He doesn’t mind letting you take control and take the lead.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long can they last?)

Seth trains in crossfit. His stamina along with his strength is very impressive. So Seth can go for entire hours. But because he knows that you can’t go last 3 without passing out cold and going to sleep he takes breaks in between with you.

T - Toys (own them? use them on partner/themselves?)

No toys. He hates them.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Seth is a giant tease. That’s part of his charms. That sinful smile and follows up with that signature wink will make any woman do what he wants.

V - Volume (how loud are they?)

No shame in Seth’s game. He is loud. He doesn’t hold back when expressing his thoughts or feelings when you two fuck. Moaning, chanting your name and even saying the dirtiest things to you will come out of his mouth and even after you two have had sex he will talk lousy so that others can hear him no matter where you two are.

W - WildCard (Random Headcanon)

Missing a day of crossfit is like missing a date with Halle Berry for Seth. When he can’t get to a gym and train he trains in you. Fucking you hard, rough and animalistic just like how he trains in the gym. He uses you until he can’t use you anymore or he’s satisfied with his ‘workout’.

X - X-Ray (what’s going on under those pants?)

Hes skinny-ish but nice and long. His head is nice fat and round. Almost like a real life mushroom.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Ridiculously high and raging.

Z - ZZZ (how fast do they fall asleep after)

When you sleep, he sleeps. He doesn’t want to miss a chance to rest or regain his stamina especially if you have been going all night.

Originally posted by ourmagiclovestory

Tips For Feeling More Masculine

Feeling more masculine before any kind of transitioning can be very difficult(I’m in that position at the moment), here are some tips to help my fellow trans brothers and non-binary siblings out!

-If your eyebrows are light, darken those suckers! For me, my light brows have been a major major dysphoria factor, but darkening/bolding them has really helped!

- For those with higher voices: practice speaking from your diaphragm, even if it’s just when you’re alone in your room it can be a mood booster you desperately need!

- if you can’t get a binder- Sports bras!!! I absolutely love sports bras, and while it doesn’t offer the full flatness you desire, it definitely helps!

- Wearing clothes that are loose but not overly loose with a sports bra is my favorite! I tend to walk with my shoulders just ever so slightly hunched to hide my chest further. This works best for smaller chested people but it should also help people with larger chests to an extent.

- Makeup in general can actually help! Contouring your face a certain way or messily attempting to make a makeup beard- no matter how silly- can help alleviate dysphoria to an extent!

- Supportive friends, supportive people in general! ✨Confidence Boosters✨

- Notes of encouragement, little affirmations about yourself!!

- Masculine colognes, soaps, and so on! Feel free to just douse yourself in masculine stuff!

- Darker pants, not skinny jeans, not those billowy jeans, something just in between, add a nice belt for good measure!

- Socks in your pants as a makeshift packer! For those who are dysphoric about your privates!

- Sometimes hats help? Various kinds of hats, just be wary of the kind you’re getting, it may end up making you look more feminine, don’t be afraid to ask for second opinions.

- For me, I love those work boots and cowboy boots with decent heels on them, adds height to the short ones like me and helps with dysphoria in that aspect!

That’s all I could think of for what I do! Feel free to add to this!

~ Mod Quinn

Yet another question list - Inbox me a number(s)
  • 1. favorite dessert?
  • 2. if you could have your hair dyed any color you wanted, which color would you choose?
  • 3. favorite fictional character?
  • 4. do you swear a lot?
  • 5. favorite disney film?
  • 6. favorite youtube channel?
  • 7. who’s your favorite person on the planet?
  • 8. which color do you wear the most?
  • 9. do you have any pets?
  • 10. favorite horror film?
  • 11. how many languages can you speak?
  • 12. favorite band?
  • 13. what’s your spirit animal?
  • 14. do you prefer to watch movies online or go to the theatre?
  • 15. show a sample of your handwriting.
  • 16. have you ever visited another country?
  • 17. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?
  • 18. do you know how to sing or play an instrument?
  • 19. what do you wear to sleep?
  • 20. have you ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?
  • 21. when was the last time you cried?
  • 22. do you like ghosts or skeletons better?
  • 23. what food are you usually craving?
  • 24. be honest, do you masturbate?
  • 25. what kind of phone do you have?
  • 26. what was the last song you listened to?
  • 27. what’s your favorite object in your room?
  • 28. do you like claymation or cgi better?
  • 29. how would you describe your style?
  • 30. have you thought about sex in the last 24 hours?
  • 31. are you tired right now?
  • 32. favorite sea creature?
  • 33. favorite flower?
  • 34. would you ever get a tattoo?
  • 35. what’s the riskiest thing you’ve ever done?
  • 36. which social media site do you use the most?
  • 37. favorite decade?
  • 38. are you a feminist?
  • 39. would you say you sleep too much?
  • 40. how many piercings do you have?
  • 41. what’s the last thing you bought online?
  • 42. are you an introvert or an extrovert?
  • 43. does size matter?
  • 44. which fictional character’s house would you want to live in?
  • 45. what did you dress up as for halloween last year?
  • 46. what’s something you want for your birthday?
  • 47. have you ever skipped a class while in school?
  • 48. have you ever gone skinny dipping?
  • 49. do you ever get zits?
  • 50. have you ever sent a nude photo?
  • 51. are you religious?
  • 52. what’s your ringtone?
  • 53. would you rather go to a zoo or an aquarium?
  • 54. how tall are you?
  • 55. do you like kids?
  • 56. what are some of your pet peeves?
  • 57. would you say you have a popular blog?
  • 58. last thing you ate?
  • 59. waffles or pancakes?
  • 60. favorite fruit?
  • 61. are you in any physical pain right now?
  • 62. what is your gender identity?
  • 63. shoe size?
  • 64. last concert you went to?
  • 65. if you could have one superpower, what would it be?
  • 66. could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?
  • 67. favorite singer?
  • 68. how old are you?
  • 69. what’s something you know a lot about?
  • 70. which of your tumblr friends have you known the longest?
  • 71. what color was your hair in 2013?
  • 72. cake or pie?
  • 73. are you a hopeless romantic?
  • 74. would you kiss the person in your icon?
  • 75. what were you doing at 12 in the morning?
  • 76. can you draw well?
B A N G T A N  B O Y S

All texts, imagines, scenarios and reactions. Marked with Angst, Fluff, Humor or more than one.

Jin / Kim Seokjin ↠

Casual Texts- {One}

Living With Jin- {One}

Suga / Min Yoongi ↠

Yandere!Suga Texts- {One} {Two)

Dating Suga Would Include

Living With Yoongi- {One}

J-Hope / Jung Hoseok ↠

Casual Texts- {One

Living With Hoseok- {One}

Backlash {Texts}- You receive backlash for dating Hoseok

Under The Stars {Fluff}- Your busy schedules were finally free for the camping trip you’ve been planning forever.

Rap Monster / Kim Namjoon ↠

Cheater!Namjoon Texts

Park Jimin ↠

Model!Jimin Series- Model Park Jimin is about to make a breakthrough. As one of Instagram’s trending models at the moment his life is about to head into a different direction and his longtime best friend y/n is not ready for all the twists and turns that comes with it.

Dating Jimin Would Include

Unbearable {Angst}- Loving him was hard, hating him was even harder than you could imagine. The pain of being ‘betrayed’ was unbearable. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t move and most importantly you couldn’t fight any longer.

Casual Texts- {One}

Criminal!Jimin Texts- {One}

V / Kim Taehyung ↠

Happy {Fluff}- No matter how fast you are for him, he’s still happy having you around.

Why Him {Angst and Fluff}- Taehyung gets jealous after seeing your attention had shifted to Jungkook.

Casual Texts- {One}

Cutting Ties With Your Best Friend {Angst Texts} Tumblr marked this nsfw we are so sorry.

Jeon Jungkook ↠

Skinny Love (Pt. 1) {Angst, Fluff, Mature}-  You and Jungkook have been friends for a long time, probably so long that you can even consider one another best friends. But you weren’t content with being ‘just friends’. You wanted more, but what itched at you was the question of if he felt the same.

Reactions ↠

01. You both confess to each other

Moodboards ↠

01. Dating Moodboards- Min Yoongi

02. Traveling Moodboards- Taehyung

03. Happy Moodboard- Taehyung

All That Matters is How I Feel About You.

Theo Raeken x Plus!sized Reader
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Request: “Can you write an one shot that Y/N is plus sized and shy and very insecure about her body. And Theo wants them to take a shower for the first time together.”
Warnings: None

  Theo and I walked through the front door of his house. We passed the kitchen and Theo waved to his “parents”. We both headed upstairs.
  Theo tossed his stuff into the chair in the corner. I sat down on his bed and placed my stuff on the floor by my feet.
  “I’m going to go take a shower, babygirl. Join me?” Theo asked while taking off his shirt.
  I shook my head “no” and answered him. “No, thanks, Theo. I can wait until you are done. You go ahead.”
  Theo walked over to the bed and sat gently next to me. He turned so that he could look at me. “Baby, you don’t ever call me by my first name. What’s wrong? And don’t tell me that "nothing is wrong” because I’m not stupid, and I can see that something is wrong. Please, Y/N, talk to me. I’m here.“
  I took a deep breath. "I just- I feel like you are with me because you feel bad for me, Theo. I don’t understand why you are with me. I don’t shower with you because I’m afraid you are going to realize that you don’t want to be with someone that looks the way I do. I just can’t see why love me! Look at me!” I motioned to my body.
  Theo got up and knelt in front of me. He took my hands in his. “I am looking you, Y/N, I am. And you know what I see? I see the same beautiful girl that I fell in love with when I saw her on the first day of our Freshman year. I see the girl that I was too afraid to say anything to until Junior year. And you know what else I see? I see the girl that I want to be with for the rest of our lives. I don’t give a single fuck about how you look or how much you think weigh, all I care about is how happy you make me, Y/N. Or how you make me want to be a better man.”
  I could feel a lump in my throat. Theo took my hand and lead me into his bathroom. He stood me in front of the mirror, continuing to stand behind me.
  “See,” he said, “you are so beautiful. You are so damn beautiful that it makes me smile from ear to ear until my face hurts. You also make my dick hard,  but that is not the point!”
  Theo and I laughed. Theo turned around to get the shower started; I looked in the mirror a little while longer. I began to think to myself.
  Maybe he is right. Maybe I am beautiful. I know that he wouldn’t  lie to me, so I know that it has to be true. I just haven’t been able to see it because of the fucked up definition of “beauty” that society has drilled into everyone’s heads. I should just accept how I look. Because, I may not be a size zero, but I am just as beautiful as the girls that are.
  I turned around and looked at Theo. “Okay, baby, I changed my mind. I will join you in the shower if you’d like me to…”
  Theo smiled super wide. His beautiful teeth showing and the corners of his eyes wrinkling. He grabbed my face and kissed my lips. I smiled into the kiss.
  The two of us broke apart and Theo took off the rest of his clothes. He got into the shower. I shortly got in after he did.
  I moved around Theo and got under the water. The warmness reminded me that I was doing this for real. It made my heart hammer and made me smile.
  Theo stood behind me with his hands on my hips. I took a few breaths and tried to calm my nerves.
  “You are so gorgeous, Y/N. Your body is perfect to me. I love you.” Theo said.
  I turned around in his grip and smiled at him. “I love you, too. Also, thank you, for everything today.”
  Theo gave me a look. “What? I didn’t really do anything.”
  I nodded and giggled. “Yes, you did, baby.  You got me to realize that there is no need for me to have an itty-bitty waist or skinny thighs to be beautiful. You showed me that there was no need for me to be self conscious about how I look and that you love me no matter what I look at. So, thank you for that.”
  Theo’s eyes were so full of love that it made my heart swell up and get a tingling in my stomach.
  “You are so welcome, babygirl.”
  Theo and I finished our shower and got changed. We started a movie and snuggled on the bed, under the covers. I started to doze off. As I did,  I heard Theo say something.
  “Get ready, baby. I’m going to marry you some day. That’s a promise.”

My keeper has received numerous asks from people with sick leopard geckos asking him for advice in the past couple of weeks.

His answer is always going to be the same: Take your gecko to a qualified exotics vet.

He is not interested in how you “can’t afford it” or “don’t want to”, because neither of those things matter.

If you have let a gecko–or any pet–in your care get into a situation in which they are unable or unwilling to eat, and they have lost weight to the point that their tail has become skinny, a vet visit is required.

It’s not always just a matter of ‘needs more food’, many times there is an infection or a husbandry problem present, and a qualified vet will know what to ask and what to look for to give you a proper treatment plan for your gecko.

My treatment plan was made in conjunction with the vet my keeper takes his reptiles to; he did not just guess as to what needed to be done and go from there, he sought the help of a qualified professional and did not think twice about paying for it.

We can be expensive to keep, and even more expensive if we become ill or injured; if you cannot afford vet bills to treat us when we become ill, you cannot afford to keep us as pets and need to rehome us to someone who is financially capable of caring for us.

Part of loving a pet is knowing when you are unable to provide that pet with the care that it needs to thrive and survive, and loving us sometimes means rehoming us to someone who can afford to take care of us properly.

I want the fat off my body
I don’t care how it goes I just need it off me
I think everyone laughs when they’re staring
silently judging because of what I’m wearing
I can’t wear those pants, sorry
I don’t want to wear that hat
cause I know if I do that people will think I’m fat
I wear a long coat because it hides my thighs
I’m to scared to tell my mom I want to commit suicide
every time I think this it tears me up inside
but in this day and age it’s become a trend to want to die
I know it’s irrational
that I’m not even that big
but when my sisters’ so healthy even water makes me a pig
I look like a stump that wants to be a twig
so I cut at my bark cause I’m wide at the hips
but this makes my roots grow faster, deeper in the soil
I’m so damn sad that I can’t do well in school
other people’s achievements make me so mad
that when they fuck up it makes me so glad
I know this is bad I swear I’m not proud
I don’t know how to control it my life’s going south
I get up in the morning at 5:30 now
I have to go for a run cause to me I’m a cow
what do I do, I do not know
when people offer me food I just gotta say no.
I sit there at lunch and don’t say a word
I smile when you look at my so you’ll assume I’m bored
is that your cookie? can I have a piece?
shit, what am I doing? damn I’m so weak
I’ll always be the fat one, this fact won’t change
my mom will say I’m skinny no matter the weight gain
but when I look at my stomach and then at the scale
the numbers so big I must look like a whale
I’m so insecure about my future right now
I’m supposed to be studying but my mind just says ‘how?’
I wish counting calories counted in math
I’d be getting top grades not struggling to pass
I hate when people see me, I only run at night
but trucks make me nervous and people give me a fright
I tell everyone to chill, I’m fine, and alright
just let me finish my poem it helps me when I write
I’m ending this now I hear my mom outside
when she asks what I’m doing I think I’ll just lie.
—  Katerina Mary Carnovia

I received a message on my fitness Instagram asking me why I promote body positivity when I’m trying to change my own body.
Here’s the thing. I am all about loving your body no matter what size you are. I think it’s extremely important to love yourself from the inside out. And I do. I love myself. I have accepted my body and have come to love it for what it is.
BUT I know my body is capable of so much more. I’ve come to realize how important it is to take care of your body.
Here’s the thing. I’m not working to get skinny. I’m working to be healthy and fit. There’s a huge difference in that. I don’t look to the scale to make me feel good. I base my journey off of the way I feel and the results I can see.
I already look in the mirror and know that I love my body. I want to look in the mirror and know that I’m doing what’s best for my body. I want to know that I’m doing everything to be the best me I can possibly be.
So yes. I promote body positivity because I know what loving yourself can do for you. But I also promote health and fitness because I know what they can do for you as well.
SO IN CONCLUSION, love yourself no matter what your body type is, but never stop working to be the best you can possibly be!

Crap I hate my body so much and I feel like there’s no way out of it.
Don’t tell me I’m wrong, that every body is beautiful because it’s not like that, there are objectively good looking bodies and objectively bad looking ones. It’s about loving yourself and I’m not saying that if you’re not skinny or perfect or compliant to beauty standards in general you shouldn’t love yourself, that’s completely wrong but I just hate my body and I don’t see how could that be different since my beauty standards are still the same. No matter how hard I try, it always seems like my body keeps getting uglier.

Sorry for the vent but I really needed to free myself

✧ Seasonal Feathers

Originally posted by jun-kookie

                                        “Of course I would.”

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: angst
Word count: 1.8k

➳ Summary: He found you in the winter (冬), You found him in the spring (春). 
He fell ill during the summer (夏) , You tried to save him in the fall (秋).
And He lost you during the winter, as You lost him in the 冬.

A/N: Based off of the story from Kagamine Rin and Len’s Feathers Across the Seasons (四季折の羽) with some changes, of course! If you haven’t watched/listened to it yet, I highly suggest you check it out after reading~ ♬ And try not to cryyyy ; u ;)9


Once the sun ducked down behind the high grey mountains and the snow began to fall, your loud and desperate cries softened to low and helpless coos for your vocal chords were sore and your chest could not bear anymore. 

Tucking in your white wings, you attempt to wrap yourself up and sleep, cringing when you accidentally move your sprained leg, long claws curled up in pain. There were no stars tonight, nor was there a moon, and shivering from the crystallized snowflakes that had begun to collect on your ghostly feathers, you chirp yourself gently into an everlasting slumber.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, so I really liked you weightlifter Jimin and swimmer Jungkook head canon, so i was wondering if you can make a part 2? With an insecure Jungkook this time? And Jimin comforting him in the end? Hurt/Comfort, and Angst with a happy ending, pleaseeeee

sure thing!! this actually works perfectly with a weightlifting fairy au i know just what to write about hehehe. thanks for sending! (pt 1)

+ jungkook sat inside the locker room. another false start, another disqualification. he couldn’t figure out why his vision and hearing goes out every time he had a big race. this had been the fourth time that he had been disqualified. he was ready to give up. 

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Taehyung Scenario: Pregnancy Perks.

Request: I would like to request an imagine where Tae is with his wife (she’s pregnant) at backstage! And he meets his ex gf, and she gets jealous (you know, a lot of hormones bc of the pregnancy). Do something like she’s eating ice cream and the boys helping her to calm down! (specially kook and yoongi). You choose the end!

Genre: Fluff / Comedy

You were used to go backstage by now, being Taehyung’s wife he had taken you to his events several times so it was nothing new to find yourself there staring at him while he did his performance with Bangtan. They were all so talented, you stared at the screen fascinated at what they were doing, even more when right now it was really tiring for you to move at all, being seven months pregnant wasn’t easy.

When you got to go to these events the dynamics were always similar, the boys did their thing on stage while you watched everything from the little room backstage, waiting for them to finish and come celebrate their great performance. You were glad you were able to do at least that much, since you knew sometimes Taehyung felt like he was under so much pressure, so you being there was a relief to him, even more now that you were expecting a baby.

This time you were alone in the room, other times you were accompanied by other wives or girlfriends or even the makeup artists, but today it was only you. The little room was arranged pretty nicely so you could wait comfortably, they had a ton of snacks and even a little fridge, this was a really good treatment since you knew sometimes they wouldn’t get anything to hydrate or recover.

The performance ended, it was an espectacular one so you were looking forward to congratulate the boys, especially your husband of course. So you stood up when you heard them coming through the hallway, wanting to receive them with a  happy smile, you opened the door to peek and see why they were taking so long. That’s when you saw what was happening.

They were standing mid hallway greeting a group of girls, four girls, all of them insanely beautiful. It would have been nothing at all, just another normal meeting between idols, if it wasn’t for the tiny detail that between those girls was Taehyung’s ex girlfriend.
Your eyes spotted her immediately, that little…girl, was talking closely to Taehyung, smiling and flipping her hair. Taehyung was also smiling, speaking animatedly about something you couldn’t hear, just that made you groan, what was he saying to her? That conversation was far too long to be just a simple greeting. And why he wasn’t walking anymore? You wanted to go there and see what was really happening, but then you knew that if you did that you would only embarrass yourself and Taehyung.

You told yourself to stay relaxed, they would go back to the room anytime soon, this was nothing. You breathed deeply a few times, it wasn’t good for the baby if you got stressed. But then  you raised your eyes, Taehyung was leaving with her ex in another direction.
-That little skank!-

You saw the rest of BTS coming your way, so you quickly closed the door and went to sit normally.

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I got to the part in Caliban’s War (pg 325-327) where Amos talks about his past a little bit and-

Originally posted by sawdustonchips

There’s knowing about his past and then there’s reading it in his words.  There’s knowing what horrors lie in humanity’s darkest corners and then there’s seeing someone that clawed their way out of there talk about it.  No matter how many people I meet who’ve been touched by that darkness, their stories are always a punch to the gut and this was no different.  If you want to know why I care about a fictional character so much: I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again - he’s fictional.  His story is not.

What really got to me though is that he didn’t share that part of himself for his own sake.  Amos could’ve kept it buried forever, no problem.

But Naomi wanted to understand why he beat the shit out of a kid for shaking Prax down for more food to get video footage of his daughter.  Because anyone who knows Amos knows he doesn’t instigate violence.  He won’t start a fight, he’ll finish it.  So why does some kid asking for more food got him torqued?  It has Naomi shaken.

“And you,” she continued. “I depend on you.  I know you’ve always got my back, no matter what.  Except maybe not now, because the Amos I know doesn’t beat a skinny kid half to death, no matter how much chicken he asks for. I feel like everyone’s losing themselves.  I need to understand, because I’m really, really, frightened.”

It’s been 25 years and he  f i n a l l y  cracks. And it’s not even a crack. It’s not a breakdown brought on by an event triggering these memories.  He’s opening himself up for Naomi.  For her to understand him better.  To soothe her fears.  I just.  My  f e e l i n g s.  FUCK.

I cannot tell you what it means to me to have this relationship with Amos and Naomi.  One of the most intimate relationships I’ve ever seen and sex and romance have zilch to do with it.  Not that I’m not a huge shipper because I totally am but with these two …  I just wanted to see two people love and support and protect one another without romance or blood relation being a part of it.  Because, oh yeah, friends exist.  And they love, support, and protect you too. And these types of relationships are possible between men and women.

Anyway, in this convo with Naomi, it’s not like he’s directly talking about himself. He’s talking about Baltimore and the squeeze trade and what happens to the children that are a result of that … “trade.”

But Naomi sees straight through his bullshit because of course she does.  He beat the shit out of that kid because he knows what happens to lost children. He knows because he was one.  She directly asks him and he skirts right over it.

“Some wind up finding a way to ship offworld, and they never go back?” Naomi asked, her voice quiet.

“Maybe,” Amos said, his voice flat and conversational as ever.

She tries to be sympathetic and he’s just like NOPE. NOT TODAY. DO NOT WANT.

“Amos,” she said, her voice thick. “I never–”

“So I’d like to find this little girl before someone uses her up, and she disappears.”

Anyone else feel like they just took a kick to the gut?  Holy fuck man.  He’s still talking about himself.  He was used up.  Whoever he could’ve been is gone. Disappeared.  Buried under layers and layers and layers of trauma. Who he is now is defined by that brutal childhood.  Can you even call it that?  When was he ever a child?  A lot of the way he acts is due to that trauma - the way very little rattles him, his voice always flat/conversational, dissociation, his inability to divulge right from wrong on his own, etc.  When you’re in the middle of experiencing a traumatic event, your brain shuts down a lot of unnecessary functions (unnecessary in terms of surviving the event).  And when you experience trauma long term, those things get shut down permanently.  Your brain gets tired of flipping the on and off switch because what’s the point? Your brain is permanently re-wired into survival mode.  That’s Amos.  And my feels shatter for the ten billionth time today goddammit why am I always drawn to the broken ones?  But he’s not completely emotionless or without caring for others - we’ve seen him smile and laugh and get irritated.  He clearly cares about Naomi, and Alex and Jim now.  But when the ugly rears its head?  He’s pretty much “Yeah, and?”  The ugly was his stomping grounds.  It doesn’t hurt or surprise him anymore.  I think he’s right there with Miller in being surprised that Eros hadn’t happened sooner.

I think there are really only two ways to hurt Amos at this point - if you’re someone he trusts and you don’t return that trust (remember when he realized Naomi was afraid of him?).  Or the thought of a child being put through what he went through is probably painful to him.

The one time he gets emotional in this convo is when he’s talking about getting Mei back to her father.

“…and she disappears.  I’d like to do that for her,” Amos said.  His voice caught for a moment, and he cleared it with a loud cough.  “For her dad.”

I think Amos admires Prax.  I think he looks at him and sees what it’s like to have a parent that cares.  I don’t know if his mother cared, she died when he was young.  And I’m not gonna touch Lydia here because wow this is already a mile long lmao.  What I do know is no one cared enough to save him, to protect him.  They fed him to the same monster that twisted them and spit them out.

But here comes Prax.  He’s desperate to find Mei.  He’s dying of starvation and the only thing he cares about is finding her, including giving up food to another for clues about her whereabouts.  I mean, how do you not admire that?  So I think Amos wants to save Mei for Prax.  Because he’s a father that deserves to see his daughter again.  I am also willing to bet that Prax’s devotion to his child makes him happy for Mei. And hella determined to protect her from the same fate he suffered.

That scene just fucked me all the way up and I needed to say a few things about it. XD

Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78

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