not that my hair can get nearly that

Another humans are weird/space orcs idea that came to me while trying to drink water upside down:

Humans are apex predators. We’re unbreakable and relentless and legion and lethal. Nothing gets to us- except us.

It’s the stupidest little things that can stop up a human.

Many aliens have theorized about this. Perhaps with no natural enemies, the species tried to threaten them with themselves in a desperate search for some kind of challenge. Maybe it’s cosmic karma for being nigh unstoppable. Maybe they had transcended so much that the nuances of life were tiny and incomprehensible to them. Maybe it’s natural selection trying to thin the herd.

Whichever the cause, it’s a strange combination of disturbing and amusing to see a human be defeated by itself. It’s a little alarming to see the most resilient and powerful species in the universe be completely shut down with things that pale in comparison to their normal challenges.

Seeing a human function almost completely fully with several broken bones… but absolutely crippled and reduced to using one arm when faced with a large hangnail.

My dad broke his leg in a snowmobile accident in such a way that the bone was sticking out of his leg. He crawled a half mile in the snow to the nearest house to ask for help. But when he stubs his toe on the coffee table every few weeks, it’ll bring him to his knees.

I recently got a double conch piercing done- two massive needles shoved through the thickest cartilage in my ear, one right after the other. I’ve got 5 other piercings. None, not even the conch, hurt as much as getting a single hair yanked out of my head.

I see people eat some of the world’s hottest foods all laced with capsaicin which can kill things, and drink alcohol that’s literally poisonous, and break pen cases with their teeth. But a too cold slush drink? Unable to talk or move, head between the knees, for about two minutes, because brain freeze. Or, better yet, sometimes we literally choke on spit. Nearly asphyxiate. Because we regularly ‘swallow down the wrong hole’. 

Alien: Why did you say, last month, that your broken ribs and arm and massive blood loss was ‘fine’, but when you got a paper cut today, you cried for ten minutes and now still refuse to unwrap your wound? It is tiny in comparison to some things that you’ve faced without hesitation.

Human: Honestly it’s really stupid and I don’t really know, but I will swear up and down and until the day I die, a broken bone hurts way less than a paper cut.

Alien: But… no. It’s not worse. It… that doesn’t make sense.

Human: I know, right? But it’s true. 

anonymous asked:

Hello, if you have the time, could you explain how hair lines work?? specifically on men because I am struggling :-(

Well, I can give you some tips based on how I do it. Your mileage may vary.

I mainly figure out where my dudes’ hairlines are supposed to be based on the physical landmarks of the head. Here’s a generic head I drew up that highlights those parts. It’s not realistically accurate since these are TF2-ish proportions, but it does involve knowledge of actual anatomy, which isn’t as scary as it sounds.

1-3 are self-explanatory. 4 is that slight bony ridge around that little depressed area behind your forehead on the sides. 5 is the bump of the base of your skull where it meets your neck muscle.

Also, notice where things line up, since these are clues to help you lock things in place and keep facial features from floating around too much. For example, the top of the ear generally lines up with the eyeline and the bottom with the mouth. There are lots of little tricks like that.

And here’s a generic hairline based on these landmarks.

Of course, reference is also going to help you out a bunch here. The above approximation is just meant to give a basic idea of where a hairline would be. Like fingerprints, everyone’s hairline is unique. Depending on your character, you should feel free to mix it up!

These are just a few slight variations, to give you an idea of what I mean: rounded, pointy, and receding. Once I have my hairline roughed in, I pick where the hair part is (if there is one) and sketch in the hair, following the natural growth pattern of hair.

You can get nearly infinite variations! Get wacky with it! And there’s no one 100% correct way to draw a hairline (or anything else, for that matter) so don’t get too hung up on not doing it wrong. Practice until you’re comfortable, and you’ll be winging it in no time.

Barry Allen secretly having a crush on you would include...

Originally posted by itsacoffeeshop

(Not my gif)

  • Antisocial buddies
  • “I need friends”
  • “Same” ;
  • Adorable hugs ;
  • If you ever get insecure he’d be there and tell you that you are the most beautiful person on this earth
  • and every other earth he has visited
  • and that’s a lot of earths;
  • You secretly stealing his t-shirts and hoodies like:
  • “Y/N, is that my shirt?”
  • “What, no. I-I bought that last week”
  • “……It’s a double your size…..”
  • “SHUT UP” ;
  • Him bringing three boxes of donuts because he needs to eat double your meal
  • and maybe a pizza box
  • and fries ; 
  • He thinks you look adorable all the time;
  • Late night talks. ;
  • Watching old movies.
  • and mayyyybeee cuddle
  • Him acting as if that never happened because he blushes like mad when you mention it
  • Falling asleep with your head on his chest.
  • Him waking up first
  • always
  • reMARKING HOW GOOD YOU LOOK ;
  • “Can you give me my-”
  • him bringing it from the other end of the house in 0.00000001 sec.
  • he would do anything for you tbh ;
  • “Y/N!” 
  • “What?”
  • “I have something for you”
  • Him handing you a batarang
  • “HOW DID YOU GET THAT OH MY GOD!!!!”
  • “I just had to ask”
  • “Haha, you didn’t just say ‘Can i keep this?’ right?”
  • “….” ;
  • Him in fear of ruining your friendship because of his crush
  • So he hides it;
  • NEARLY SAYING ‘I LOVE YOU’ ONCE
  • YOU WERE BASICALLY DRESSED IN HIS HOODIE AND YOUR HAIR WAS MESSY. YOU JUST WOKE UP FROM 7 HOURS OF SLEEP
  • AND HE SAID ‘You are adorable”
  • BUT THEN HE NEARLY SAID IT
  • HE NEARLY SAID ‘I LOVE YOU’ ;
  • Raging at video games
  • “YOU ARE NOT WINING THIS! YOU ARE NOT WINING THIS! YOU.ARE.NOT.WINING.THIS! “
  • and then he wins
  • and you facepalm ;
  • PIGGY BACK RIDES ;
  • “Do you remember how i told you about my powers?”
  • “Oh, you mean the “OHMAGODOHMAGODOHMAGOD I’M SUPER FAST” thing. Yep, i remember.” ;
  • Barry telling Bruce and Diana about his crush on you
  • them trying to set you two up
  • “Hey Barry?” Diana says
  • “Yeah?”
  • “Why don’t you ask Y/N on a date”
  • You standing like 3-4 meters away
  • “W-what?” you say frozen
  • “…….DIANA WHY”
  • Barry Allen exposed
  • you say yes

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Roosterteeth

One thing about the company Roosterteeth that makes me super happy is the diverstiy in body image throughout their casts and crew. And nobody is shamed or looked down on for not being society’s idea of normal.

You’ve got people like Blaine, Aaron, James, Bruce, and Alan who are all in really good condition, physically fit, and workout often. And then you have the guys and gals who have recently started to improve themselves like Michael, Ryan, Meg, Josh, and Zach. And nobody told them to do it, they did it for themselves. Burnie talked a lot about his process to lose weight,and did a damn good job of it. Look at him five or six years ago as opposed to now. Goddamn. Hell, three of the five I’ve mentioned made a show about it, and happily encourage others advice and support if the community wants to work alongside them.

Not all of Roosterteeth is fit though. Obviously, not everyone wants to be super toned, drink protein and watch their carb intake. (Not that any of that is bad, I do it myself.) There’s a huge array of body types at RT. Many of them are happy with who they are, comfortable in their own bodies, and are proud of themselves. Sure, Jack gets lots of shit for his weight, but he takes it stride, and laughs and jokes about it himself. That man is the living embodiment of sunshine, large or not. Don’t forget Lindsay, who takes more than her fair share of insults about her weight and looks. But she’s one of the nicest and happiest people I’ve ever seen in camera. And as I mentioned before, Zach Anner, a disabled man has incredible self worth. Incredible. He takes his disability in stride. And still seeks to improve himself.

Nobody at RT is the same. Every single person is unique. Several of the people at RT have awesome hair colors, tattoos (looking at you Geoff), or differing seuxalities than their peers. And they’ve never shown anything but support for their fanbase regarding those things.

Got tattoos? Great. No tattoos? Awesome. Red hair? Green hair? Pink Hair? No hair? Perfect, get to work. Like girls? Boys? Both? None? Cool, come watch this new video we put out. Thin? Not thin? Muscular? Come help set up this new stunt that Blaine’s gonna get naked in.

Nobody is made fun of because of their weight, ability to workout, or lack thereof, hair color, or sexuality. At the company or in in the community. Are there people in the community that are assholes? Absolutely. But these people I watch nearly every day of my life have taught me a lesson. You can look however you want. Be whomever you want. And be happy with yourself.

And I have to thank the Roosterteeth company for teaching me not to hate the fact that I’m not perfect. That with a little bit of work, I can be who I want to be, or just even just be me.

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Something New, Something Old

A belated Kuroken Day collaboration​ ~
Story by @nimbus-cloud
Art by @mookie000

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Kuroo Tomoko was a confident woman; not completely lacking in humility as the word ‘pride’ might suggest, no, she was confident.  She had faith in her abilities (and her son’s, whatever she might say), and she held her observational skills in high regard.  It was how she had known her son’s sexuality long before he finally outed himself and how she knew now that Kenma was nervous standing in front of her. 

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Kiss My Ass - Stiles Stilinski/Mitch Rapp AU [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Rapp/Reader, Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar and some guy called Remington.

Word Count: 22, 488 and I’m not even sorry about it.

Notes: Well, here it is! The highly anticipated ‘Kiss My Ass’ fic to honour reaching 2000 followers alongside the competition, so I really hope you guys enjoy this because I worked on it for MONTHS. I need to thank some girls, because this would not have been done without them. Thank you to my wonderful babes @dumbass-stilinski and @rememberstilinski and @sincerelystiles and the @thelittlestkitsune and @stilinski–jpeg because without them this would not be complete, I owe them big time. Especially Steff, who proofread this entire fucking thing. Shout-out to her for not flying to England and stabbing my enough times to match the word count. So warnings, hmmm.. we have cheating, bleeding, injury, kidnapping, hostages, and major character death. on the side I know you’re all here for we’ve got oral (both receiving), many different positions, over-stimulation, squirting, first-times, masturbation, public sex, and teasing.


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sharpington  asked:

when you reblogged that face tutorial you mentioned you rarely see your hairline depicted in art--which hairline is that? I've never thought to pay attention to them before

Hey hey!! I’m so glad you posed this question!!

Hairlines aren’t really extensively talked about in terms of design, and I find that people just tend to use the same old ‘rounded’ or ‘squared-off’ hairlines when designing characters, ignoring the fact that natural hairlines are just as diverse as our other facial features. We lack proper language to describe them, and outside of the black natural hair community, people often don’t give hairlines a thought until they start to go bald. This problem with lack of terminology actually made it hard for me to find good reference for you!!

My hairline actually isn’t that rare in East Asian ethnicities, yet because it’s undesirable and doesn’t conform to beauty standards, no one ever depicts it in art save for a very select few that make it a part of their distinct style. The two artists that immediately come to my mind are illustrators Hayashi Seiichi and He Jiaying. Here is an excerpt from a Hayashi illustration:

And one from He Jiaying:

(He’s illustrations actually helped me come to love my hairline, after years of hiding it and being ashamed of it. Nowdays I don’t stare at my hairline in the mirror, feeling insecure and self-conscious, fervently wishing I could make my baby hairs grow thicker. I now rock a bun nearly daily. Representation matters!!)

My hairline was once described to me as ‘a variation of the classic straight’- though it looks normal when my hair is down, when it’s pulled up, two sharp triangles of baby hair immediately make themselves distinctly visible, too short to get pulled back along with the rest. These two patches right above the temples are thin and fluffy, different in texture to the rest of the scalp.

Here are some examples I yanked from the internet. Pay attention to how the patches of baby hair are visible only when the hair is pulled back:

You can even see it in some of the selfies I’ve posted onto tumblr, lmao!! (#truffs face) My mother, grandmother and both blood related aunts (all entirely Korean) share this hairline with me. It’s entirely genetic, very common and nothing we should be ashamed of.

Now that I’ve embraced my hairline, whenever I draw myself or my characters who share this trait, I tend to deliberately draw in these patches of thinner hair, making sure to pay attention to the directional pull of the strands and visually communicate that it’s less full in these areas. I know my own insecurity made me hyper-aware of hairlines since youth, and normally people don’t pay attention to them at all. But I still objectively feel that they are an important feature of how a head is designed overall, and mine is a distinct physical aspect of myself, and I want people to know that I LOVE my hairline and I know that it’s worth being represented!!

Star spangled brushwork

Summary: You need help painting your apartment, and the weather and Bucky Barnes are both hot. Sniping and sexy times ensue.

Characters: Bucky x Reader
Word count: 3,220
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY. Seriously. If you’re not of legal age, go away, this is not for you.

A/N: It’s my first attempt at smut and smut is hard (no pun intended). Any advice and/ or feedback is always more than welcome. 

Originally posted by maddiekittenlover

After years of saving pennies, working multiple jobs, and one too many nights of boxed wine and Ramen noodles, you had finally, finally, saved enough money for a down payment to buy your own apartment. Sure it was small and on the top floor of an elevator-less building, but it was yours, and that’s what mattered.

In a bid to save money like a responsible homeowner, you also decided to paint the place yourself, and with a little cajoling and a little blackmail concerning that time you filmed him singing ‘Beauty and the Beast’ while he made a PB&J, Bucky grudgingly agreed to help as well.

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anonymous asked:

Hey hun. So I am a Disney/fairytale/fantasy nut and was wondering if you could recommend any good Johnlock "Disney princess" or fairytale AU fics? Ta!

Hi Lovely!

I actually haven’t read any that come to mind immediately, other than these ones:

MOVIE /TV UNIVERSES

The Swan Triad Series by Pennin_Ink (T, 121,660 w. across 3 works || Swan Princess AU) – Sherlock and John grow up spending every summer together. Their mothers’ attempts to play matchmaker only fuel their mutual resentment and scorn. But then, one summer…

The Frost Child by twistedthicket1 (M, 9,944 w. || Frozen-ish AU || Angst, Fluff)In a world where people are born with a Gift of varying levels, simple John Watson is the last person one might look at when thinking of any strong Magick capabilities. Hiding comfortably in the shadow of Sherlock’s brilliant deducing abilities, John is content to keep it that way…

Perdition’s Flames by i_ship_an_armada (E, 63,435 w., | Treklock AU) – Sherlock would do anything to save him. Risk anything. Give anything. His money, his life. His soul. What he does, though, is change both of their destinies forever. Genetic re-engineering is the only option left. It turns out researchers underestimated the life expectancy and potential abilities of genetically re-engineered subjects. The British government and what would eventually become the United Federation of Planets, however, had not. Part 1 of PF Universe

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w. || Dollhouse AU) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

The Boy Who Drank Stars by kinklock (E, 36,187 w. || Howl’s Moving Castle | Slow Burn, Romance, Pining) – “I’m looking for a castle,” John informed the scarecrow. “A moving one.” Except that, as it turned out, it was not a moving one at all.

Impossible Improbable Truth by KaraRenee (M, 24,308 w. || Labyrinth AU) – John and Sherlock take a case investigating the disappearance of a teenage girl and her toddler half brother. What they find is an impossible adventure that leads them on a journey of discovery of their sexuality. {{I haven’t read this, but it’s on my Marked for Later and I remembered putting it on there LOL}}

Through Dangers Untold by hogwartswitch (E, 32,003 w. || Labyrinth AU) – The Goblin King has fallen in love with John Watson and visits him in dreams. But the evil wizard who cursed the Goblin King cannot allow that to continue. Will John survive the labyrinth? Or will he become a lost goblin like all the rest? {{I think I started this when it was a WiP, so I never finished it, hah. I don’t remember it all.}}

Malediction by MapleleafCameo (M, 36,680 w. || Ladyhawke AU) – Cursed to a half-life, John and Sherlock must fight the forces of evil to be reunited once again. {{I read this once a LONG time ago. I remember loving it.}}

Bel Canto by bendingsignpost (T, 96,751 w. || Phantom of the Opera AU || Major Character Death) – After years of waiting for wealthy patrons to faint, Dr John Watson discovers a far more interesting patient in the opera house basement. {{ Another I never finished, but this is the  “go to” PotO fic}}

The Dragon’s Soldier by twistedthicket1 (M, 154,667 w. || Smauglock || Past Rape/Non-con, H/C, Dragonlock) – When the dragons “came out” to the rest of the world, nobody expected the resulting War that broke out between Humans and Beasts. Both sides afraid and suspicious of each other, Humans drove Dragons into slavery, imprisoning them and turning their children into weapons for the military. Forced into hiding, many Dragons disguised themselves as Human and kept their secrets locked away, awaiting for the day when the royal blood line long since vanished would once again reappear and lay waste to the Humans that oppressed them. Can Dragon and Man really get along? Or even more, become friends? {{Another on my MFL list, haven’t read this yet so read at your own risk}}

The Soul Remembers by i_ship_an_armada (E, 43,636 w. || Oblivion AU || Dreams, Sci-Fi, Action/Adventure, Bittersweet Ending) – John Watson is the lone security repairman stationed on a desolate, nearly-ruined future Earth. His dreams are plagued by a tall, dark-haired man, and when his dreams meet reality, he will be forced to question everything he believes is the truth about his life.

Deducing Daisies by LlamaWithAPen (G, 144,583 w. WIP || Pushing Daisies AU || Friendship, Death, Humour) – What if you could touch someone and bring them back to life? Sherlock Holmes, the Detective, is a seemingly ordinary man with an extraordinary gift: he can bring the dead back to life with a single touch. {{Haven’t read this yet, it’s on my MFL list, read at own discretion}}

Once Upon a Beast Becoming by antietamfalls (T, 24,042 w. || Beauty and the Beast AU || Magical Realism, Romance) – An act of pride, a druid’s curse, an enchanted leaf; Sherlock’s torment has lasted an age. Hope arrives in the form of one John Watson, a man uniquely suited to break the spell. But with a single night to win his affections, Sherlock finds his carefully laid plans disrupted by a monstrous killer whose sights are set on the only thing he has left to lose: John. {{Haven’t read this yet, on MFL list. Read at your own discretion}}

SPECIAL ABILITIES

We Bleed into the Grey by QuinnAnderson (T, 4,989 w. | Fluff and Angst, Supernatural Elements) – It was stupid, really. What was the point of having an ability if it wasn’t even a useful one? Sherlock would just as soon be rid of his. Until he meets John Watson, that is. {{Sherlock can see Auras}}

An Experiment in Empathy Series by belovedmuerto (G to T, 62 397w across 13 stories) –  In which John is an empath, Sherlock is Sherlock, and an epic bromance happens. In the aftermath of The Great Game, John creates an unexpected bond between himself and Sherlock. Now they have to learn how to deal with it. John is better at this than Sherlock is. {{I LOVE this SERIES SO MUCH.}}

An Experiment in Apathy Series by belovedmuerto (G to E, 28,701 w. over 13 stories, WIP) – John and Sherlock navigate their complicated relationship. I adore this series, and it feels complete where it leaves off :)

Invisible by chappysmom (K+, 25+K w. || No Slash, semi-canon compliant) – John had had the knack for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t that he could become invisible, exactly. The laws of physics worked quite well in his vicinity, thank you very much. It was just that people tended … not to see him. {{This was one of the first AU’s I read, and I still love it to this day}}. SEQUELSStill Invisible (ASiB) || Too Visible (THoB) || Invisible Once More (TRF) All are very good and should all be read.

Conductivity by Coquillage Atlas (K,11K+ w.|| Fantasy and Friendship) – John Watson, alone in London with a healing power he can hardly bear. A description of his life with magic, before and after Sherlock. {{Another really good AU!}} SEQUELS: Resistance || Reciprocity 

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w. || Magical Realism) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible. (FAVE!!)

ANGELS AND DEMONS / WING!LOCK

I Used to Live Alone Before I Knew You by etothepii (T, 11,052 w. | Winglock) – Where Mycroft is an angel, Sherlock is a demon, and John is still John. {{I like this one because John is so perfect in it, and Sherlock cares so much about John}}

Fallen Series by Belladonna_Q & mamishka (T, 222,094 w. across 3 works, WiP || Angel!John, Fae & Fairies) – In a world where myth, mystery, and the supernatural flourish beneath the veneer of modern civilization, Sherlock is a master of magic as well as science and deduction. But there are some things that he cannot see, riddles he cannot unravel, even when they walk right beside him in the form of one John Watson…

A Certain Kind of Hunger by MapleleafCameo (E, 5,881w. || Somnophilia, Incubus!John, Tail Things) – A concerned Sherlock watches as John seems to be rapidly losing weight. What he discovers is that John really isn’t normal. And he is very, very hungry. The tail was the real surprise.

Angel by MrsNoggin (T, 1K+w. || Friendship, Winglock-ish) – John is an angel. That can be the only explanation. This is an interesting take on the Winglock universe.

Not The Hands That Kill by You_Light_The_Sky (M, 6,201 w. || Winglock, Implied Sex) – Having wings does not make Sherlock Holmes a guardian angel, not in the way that John Watson is his.

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w. || Winglock, Fantasy, BAMF!John) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

It’s After That Hurts by jonnyluvssherlock (T, 2,791 w. || Winglock, Pining Sherlock, Minor Gore, Fallen Angel, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock’s an angel stuck as a guardian to danger addict John Watson. Everything is fine until he gets too involved. Now he has to make the choice, eternity alone or one life time with a man who may or may not love him. {{This is only one chapter and it feels like it should be more… I love it but feels incomplete. Kind of an AU of City of Angels}}

VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES

John Watson’s Moon by patternofdefiance (E, 11,314 w. || Werewolf!John, First Time) – Sherlock finds out John is a werewold and wants to see the transformation. It, uh, gets really kinky.

An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, 31,059 w. || Bat!Sherlock, Humour, Misunderstandings) – At Montague Street when Sherlock was forced to sate his body’s needs, he was at least able to wander about the flat as much as he pleased. At Baker Street, it was mini-bags in a mini-fridge and bedroom confinement.

Bleed Me Out by antietamfalls (E, 87,987 w. || Soul Bonding, John Whump, Fluff and Angst, H/C) – John isn’t exactly surprised to discover that Sherlock isn’t human. His vampirism doesn’t pose a problem, even when their relationship gradually grows into something more. That is, until a deadly revelation about John’s blood sends their lives spinning dangerously out of control.

MAGIC AND FANTASY

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w. | GenieLock, Torture, H/C, Magical Realism) Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more. {{This is a REALLY great story, which tears at your heart consistently}}.

De Veritate Unicornis Moderni by tepid sponge bath (T, 5K+ w. | Fantasy & Drama) – John Watson, a unicorn of this day and age, is trapped in a mortal body. Life as it is seems pretty pointless, almost unendurable, until he meets one Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective and very much a virgin. {{This is such an interesting take on unicorn mythology}}.

To Mend A Heart by dee-light (G, 1,472 w. || Magical Realism, H/C) – Hearts can be broken, and mended, and broken again. Good thing, then, that hearts are only the seat of all emotion, and not something Sherlock needs in order to live.

Winter of Life by You_Light_The_Sky (T, 5,178 w. || Magic Realism, Fluff, Christmas, Angst) – It was an experiment, really. On Christmas, Sherlock wrote to Santa asking for a friend. He got a broken toy soldier instead. This is the story of how he finds him again and again.

Software Malfunction by tiger_in_the_flightdeck (E, Tumblr fic || Android!lock, Jealous, Angst, Unhappy Ending) – Assigned as the head of Medical Research on the Baker, John Watson meets- and quickly falls in love with- Sherlock, a specially commissioned Companion android with a malfunction.

No Strings Attached by Elster (G, 2,714w. || Fae / Faeries, Love Confessions, Fairy Tales) – To save John from being spirited away Under the Hill, Sherlock challenges the fairy queen to a fiddle contest.

SUPERNATURAL AND UNEXPLAINED

The Semantics of Crop Circle Formation: a case study by Sherlock Holmes [unpublished] bycanolacrush (M, 41,710 w. || Sherlock POV, Aliens, Wordplay, Casefic) – “Look at these photographs,” I said, gesturing to the wall of crop circles. “What do you observe?”“Crop circles,” John replied.“Obvious. What else?”“Are…are those intestines surrounding them?”“Yes. The majority are bovine and ovine in origin. The farmers who have acquired these crop circles in their fields have also had a tenth of their livestock murdered and arranged thus.”“Why?” John said, presumably in a rhetorical fashion. I detest rhetorical questions. “That is what I must find out, John.”

The Red Dianthus by kinklock (T, 11,382 w. || BAMF!John, Misunderstandings, Halloween, Fluff) – The boys investigate a mysterious disappearance in a supposedly haunted house, and get much more than they bargained for.

Upon Waking by joolabee (E, 3,901 w. || Somnophilia, Mildly Dubious Consent, Angst) – It sets on slow: John can only be awake while Sherlock sleeps, and vice versa. Their lives are codependent, but never meeting. Like a set of scales.

London’s Ghost by JustlikeWater (K+, 5K+ w.|| Tragedy/Angst, MCD, TRF AU, Sherlock POV) – "Today, it’s been weeks since Sherlock died. Other times, years. He doesn’t know for sure, though. Time passes differently for the dead" 

Electric Potential by pygmymeese (T, 5K+ w. || Supernatural) – It’s not clear why everyone in the world suddenly gets a ghost only they can interact with. All John Watson knows is that he’s stuck with a brilliant, if smug, ex-consulting detective, and that life is definitely looking up.

Second Waltz by Atiki (T, 6,685 w. || MCD, Angst, Fluff, Cancer) – "The night I died, you wished I could wait for you.“

Where The Ghosts Have Voices by HappyJuicyfruit (M, 37,665 w. || John Whump, Magical Realism, Ghosts, Coma, Happy Ending) – John has lived his whole life as an outcast. It is only when he meets Sherlock, that be realizes being a freak might not be such a bad thing, and that the curse he has lived with his whole life may be a gift after all. {{Haven’t read this yet, it’s on my MFL list, read at your own discretion}}

SOULMATES / TATTOOS

The Heart On Your Sleeve by flawedamythyst (T, 5,441 w. || Heartmark, Stubborn Sherlock) –  Sherlock stared at the imperfect circle on his left wrist in horror, then sat down on his bed with a bit of a thump. After over thirty years, his heartmark was finally showing activity. This was not good.

The Best Picture of the Human Soul by SwissMiss (T, 5,776 w. || Tattoos, Finding Your True Love) – The stories of our lives are written on our skin. Every time you fall in love, you gain a mark. Part 1 of Imagines Moti

With All My Heart by QuinnAnderson (E, 19,257 w. || Tally Marks, Magical Realism, Fluff and Angst) – AU in which every time a person falls in love, a red line like a tally mark appears on their wrist. Sherlock is determined to keep himself from ever gaining one of these marks for fear that love will corrode his mental faculties. Then he meets John Watson.

Finding John by orphan_account (T, 5,456 w. || Symbolic Rings) – Sherlock Holmes has met exactly twenty-four Johns in his life. They have all been the wrong John. He’s getting tired of waiting, staring at the inscription on his finger and wondering when his John will turn up, if ever. Part 1 of Inscriptions

what’s in a name by flight815kitsune (NR, 1,285 w. || Soulmate Names) – There were some things you just knew. The name, if you were lucky enough to get one, was one of those things

the fearful passage of death-mark’d love by urcool91 (T, 1980 w. || Tattoos, H/C, Angst) – The first time that John meets Sherlock Holmes, the younger man has his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, wrists bare of any hint of ink. Within 48 hours, John has added “Jefferson Hope” to his clavicle. (Or: The One Where, When You Kill Someone, Their Name Shows Up On Your Arm)

OTHER

{{SEE ALSO: Johnlock Body Swap Fic Rec List}}

Bringing Colour to the World by SD_Ryan (G, 1,168w. || Est. Relationship, Sickfic, Fluff, Schmoop) – In which we encounter a sick detective, a snuggle on the couch, and a silly fairytale.

The Steadfast Tin Watson by what_alchemy  (T, 3,973 w. || Fairytales) – When the fairies left, they took their stories with them. But they left the characters behind.


Otherwise, I actually have a lot on my Marked for Later list, all of which have come from Alexx’s lists:

  • Black people on social media: black people are beautiful!
  • Non black ppl: OH MY FUCKING GOD WHY IS EVERYTHING ABOUT RACE WITH YOU DIPSHITS! EVERYONE IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL OK?!? GET IT THROUGH YOUR NAPPY HEADS!!!
  • Society: *holds white people, especially with blonde hair and blue eyes, mixed or racially ambiguous ppl as ultimate beauty standard*
  • Fashion: *includes only 5 models of color among (insert crazy disproportionate number) of white models in runways/magazines and campaign ads*
  • Books: *attractive white male or female main protagonists/hero/heroine*
  • Movies: *attractive white male or female main protagonists/hero/heroine*
  • Magazine companies: *whitewashes/lightens a person of color appearing on the cover drastically*
  • Cosmetic companies: *nearly no options of foundation for people with dark skin*
  • Hair companies: *make commercials and ads geared toward and modeled by people with silky/fine hair*
  • Television: *can count the amount of channels out of hundreds that cater to black people on my hand but still people complain about BET (which is now white owned) anyway*
  • People: "I mean if someone doesn't find black people attractive what's the big deal its just a preference get over it"
  • Black men: "Man I can't fuck with black bitches white girls are winning these days especially the ones who got a fat ass"
  • Blogs right here on tumblr: *has not one black person on their blog* *most popular indie/boho/pale/rosy/etc. blogs exclude black people* *most popular luxury/urban/street/sexy girl blogs never post people darker than a brown paper bag* *beauty tags consist of mainly white women* *makeup/beauty blogs cater to white women/those with fair skin*

anonymous asked:

Okay okay but get this.. . ... insecure Lance with vitiligo I cannot believe this isn't already a thing give me my beautiful space son who's fLipping out because the foundation he had on him leaving earth isn't going to last forever and he really really doesn't want the team to know about anything that will make him different and mark him as a freak like everyone has always said

AHHHH I literally screamed when I saw this. 

Thank you <3 

I sorta went a different way with this. Sorry!

“Stop. It. You can’t cry right now.” Lance inhaled as much oxygen as he could before his lungs hitched and he coughed it out. 

“If you cry the foundation will wear off. So knock it off.” Lance ran his shaking hands through his hair. He didn’t know if he was talking to vent or help himself but he wish he would stop babbling like some teenage girl. 

Lance sat down on the edge of the bathtub glaring at the water. Shiro told them to wash up, but how could he wash away the only thing that is keeping him normal. Lance wanted to take a bath he really did. He wanted to try out the Altean soaps and face masks. He wanted to treat himself™ just like he would at the Garrison. Maybe Allura has some makeup, we have similar skin tones. Lance stood up and marched out of his room, he needed to find the princess. 

-

“Princess?” Lance hesitantly knocked on her bedroom door. 

“Yes Lance? Why aren’t you out of armor yet? Shiro told you to wash up.” Allura stood up from her where she was perched on her bed. 

“I kn-know. But I have a question for you.” Lance hugged his body, praying his sweat didn’t ruin the foundation anymore than what it was. 

“Well what is it?” Allura gestured for Lance to enter her room and he awkwardly stood in the middle of it while she sat on the edge of her bed. 

“Do Alteans have makeup?” Lance’s voice was so small it made him feel 5. 

“Makeup? Well of course!” Allura jumped up from her seat. “We have a lot of different kinds.” She smiled at him, hoping to relieve his stiff posture. 

“Do you have foundation to match my skin tone.” Lance gestured to his face. 

Allura stood up and placed her hand on his face, pretending she didn’t feel him flinch. “I think we do, mine might not work since it was made especially for me however,” Allura grabbed a small scanner off her desk and made her way back over to the boy, “this scanner will give us the number and type we need to match your skin perfectly.” 

She gently grabbed his hand and placed his finger under the scanner. It flashed a purple light for a few seconds before it beeped green and produced a small chip. 

Allura grabbed the chip “Now I’ll put this in a machine and it will have it made by the time you are done cleaning up.” 

Lance released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “Can I get it sooner?” 

“Why do you need it so soon?” Allura chuckled a little bit. 

“I just need it that’s all.” Lance said a bit quietly, too quiet for Alluras liking.

“Once it’s done I’ll drop it off at your room. Okay?” Allura gently said. 

“Okay.” 

“Now go clean up.” And Lance left. 

-

Lance sunk down into the tub, letting the water surround him. He slowly submerged himself completely under water and let his mind wander. 

Ugly, Freak, Weirdo, Whats wrong with your face?

 Lance could still hear the kids voices like they said them yesterday. He could still remember the snickers he heard behind his back. He could remember how teachers would look at him sympathetically. He could still feel the shoves from the kids when he asked to play with them. He remembered crying to his mama asking why this happened to him. He remembered his sister teaching him how to do makeup and attempting too help his confidence. Sadly he was only confident with 3 different layers of makeup plastered on his face and arms. 

Lance rose his head from the water and touched his face and smeared the makeup off his face. He drained the water, stood up, turned on the shower and started scrubbing his arms and face. 

What would the team think? He wasn’t normal. He was a freak. 

He watched the water drain down, taking the brown makeup with it. After the water cleared he turned of the shower and dried off. 

Lance put on his pants and started to sort through the different Altean supplies. He found something that resembled lavender and started to apply it to his face. He attempted not to stare at the different color patches that scattered his face. He moved down to his arms, where it only started happening a year prior. He dropped the container when he saw a small patch forming on his stomach. 

“Fuck.” Lance leaned over the sink, not even trying to stop his tears. 

“Why, why, why.” Lance grabbed his hair. He was about to get back into the tub when Allura knocked on his bathroom door. 

“Lance! It’s done~” Allura seem to sing. 

“Ca-Can you ju-just leave it out-outside my door?” Lance nearly punched himself for his voice cracking. 

“Are you alright Lance?” Allura asked, curiosity and concern plaguing her voice.

“Yes.” 

“No you’re, not….I hope you’re decent because I’m coming in.” Before Lance could react the bathroom door was opening and he was face to face with Allura who was holding a bottle. 

Allura opened and closed her mouth and Lance grabbed a towel and wrapped his torso up in it, happy that he was wearing pants. 

After a few moments of unbearable silence Lance bit out “Go on laugh, I don’t care. Just leave the bottle and go.” 

“Lance.” Allura gently grabbed the towel  from Lance and brought his face closer. “I would never laugh a you for something like this.” She opened the bottle and put a few drops of the liquid on Lances face and started to rub it in. 

Lance stared at Allura as she continued to apply the makeup on Lance. “What?” She asked. 

“Why are you being so nice?” Lance mumbled out. 

“Why wouldn’t I be nice? You can’t help this,” she gestured towards his arms. “Plus this doesn’t changed anything about you. I’ll even keep it a secret from the team if you need.” 

Lance started crying again and Allura hugged him. She gently ran her fingers through his hair. 

Lance hugged her back. “Do you think the team will judge me?”

“They would never.” Allura softly said. 

“Should I tell them?”

“Only if you want.” 

“Will you help me?”

“Of course. Now lets get you ready for dinner.” 

Lance smiled and started to distract himself from the voices of the kids that echoed in his mind. 

Happy Ending! I think? 

Thank you for this!! 

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Clingy (Grayson Dolan Imagine

Word Count: 650 

I loved Grayson, I knew that for a fact.  He was also a very good boyfriend to me, loves me, compliments me, makes me laugh. But there are some things about him that annoy me, for example he is very clingy.  All my past boyfriends weren’t very affectionate with, but Grayson is a whole new level, don’t get me wrong it’s cute and all; he just needs to know that I need my own space.

When I woke up, I couldn’t move, a hand was reaching across my body, holding onto me tightly as if I was going to leave and never come back.

“Grayson,” I murmured attempting to move his arm.  "Grayson.“

"Yes, baby,” his sexy morning voice whispered in my ear.

“Can you move your arm?” I asked him, attempting to sit up, but he just pulled me back down. “Grayson, I need to pee.”

“Just five more minutes’ baby,” he pressed his lips behind my ear.

“I’ll pee on you,” I warned him, and he sighed releasing me so that I could nip to the bathroom.

After peeing and brushing my teeth and leaned against the doorway, admiring Grayson from his bed. He was shirtless, on his stomach, obviously waiting for me to come back to his bed.

“Has anyone told you how sexy you look?” he smirked, looking me up and down.  Of course, sexy, me? I was wearing one of Grayson’s old shirts that reached at the beginning of my thigh, my panties, bare feet and my hair tossed into lazy top knot.  "Come back to bed Y/N..“ he groaned resting his hands on the side of his cheeks.   I made my way to him, leaned slightly down, kissed the tip of his nose and left the room, telling him I’ll be in the kitchen.  When I did reach he kitchen, Ethan was already sat in there eating some cereal.

"Hey Y/N,” he smiled, his brown hair all over the place, “How’s Gray?”

“Clingy, per usual,” I sighed, pouring myself some cereal as well and coffee, just as I was about to grab a spoon from the draw I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist squeezing me tightly. “Gray, can I eat my cereal okay,” I sighed.

“Okay but then we can cuddle, yeah?” he asked.

“No because I’m meeting up with Y/F/N at the mall today.” Now usually it would only take me 45 minutes to get ready, but since Grayson was being a little shit, it took me nearly 1hr 15.  "Gray I’m late, I have to go now,“ I shooed him kissing him on his lips harshly.

***************

Today had been a lovely day, apart from the fact I was half an hour late, but I caught up with my friend, bought some clothes and makeup, it was a wonderful day.  When I got back at Grayson’s place, I places all my things in his room and made my way to the living room where Grayson was sat, scrolling through his phone, I sat on his lap sideways and placed my hand on the back on his neck.

"Hey baby how’s your day been?” I asked kissing his neck, no reaction he was still scrolling through his phone, eyes glued to it, he grunted.  "Gray what’s up?“ I asked,  placing my hand on the side of his face making him face me.

"I don’t know, maybe I’m too clingy for you?” he told me, his eyes staring into mine.

“Grayy…” I sighed, Ethan had said something.  "I love your clingyness, the way that you feel the need to touch me,“ I placed his hands on my waist. "Kiss me,” I kissed his cheek. “It’s just that sometimes when I’m trying to get something done it gets annoying.  But ignore Eth, just because he doesn’t get some,” I grinned.  

“God I love you,” Grayson smiled tackling me to the ground, peppering kisses all over my face.

Sweater: A Young Sirius Black x Reader Imagine

Requested: Yes

In this imagine the reader has had a longtime crush on one of their best friends, Sirius Black. Sadly Black already has another girlfriend who doesn’t take too kindly to the friendship. Priorities are challenged, relationships forever altered, and sweaters brought into question in this fluffy yet heartbreaking glimpse at what might have been.

Warnings: Extremely minor cursing

Y/N - your name
Y/L/N - your last name

~~~ - used to show the passage of time

Word count: 1,637

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“Siri stop!” I shout between fits of laughter. The arms wrapped around me won’t let me go and his chest is flat to my back. “James help!”

“Sorry, you got yourself into this one Y/L/N.” He smirks. Potter knows how I feel about Sirius and likely is holding back as a favor to me.

The grip around me tightens and I can barely breathe, but I can’t complain. Most girls at this school would kill to be in my position right now. After all, who could resist the dark haired self-proclaimed bad boy behind me.

“Do you give up?” Black chuckles, the vibrations upsetting butterflies in my chest.

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into my arms

length: 1.2k

genre(s): fluff

warnings: none

simon gets his sandwiches and snowbaz goes stargazing

a/n: thank you to @bazwearsjeans for the beta!! and to @andonewillbringhisfall for organizing the leavers ball!! (sorry this is late lol) from now until july 31st i will be posting every wednesday so track the tag #egfics to see new fics ^__^



Simon

Baz finally got us some sandwiches. Well, he got me some sandwiches. He’d sat and talked with Cook Pritchard while I’d scarfed down about four. I suspect he didn’t want to eat in front of her; I understand all of that now. I understand Baz now. Well, as much as he’ll let me. Which is more than he used to, really. It helps that I pay attention; that I think about him. Not that I didn’t think about him before, I just think differently now. About him. About us.

Once Baz had decided I’d eaten enough, he’d bid Cook Pritchard good night and all but dragged me out the door and onto the Great Lawn. Which is where we are now. The Great Lawn. Stretched out under the stars, lying side by side. I can feel my wings digging into my back, but I barely notice as Baz takes my hand and rests it over his heart. I can feel it thumping steadily under my hand, a familiar feeling. Whenever we’ve shared a bed–which isn’t often–I like to sleep with my ear to his chest. He laughs at me for it, but it’s soothing. He’s soothing. It’s strange to think that.

My hand is rising and falling as with every breath Baz takes, and I feel it hitch when I start to move my hand. Just slowly–down and up–barely reaching his stomach. When my fingers finally brush across his ab muscles, they’re tense, like he’s preparing for an attack. “Someone could walk out,” he whispers, and I laugh.

“Haven’t I established that I don’t care?”

Baz just shakes his head and smiles indulgently. His smile grows wider when I roll over until I’ve nearly got him pinned underneath me. Baz’s hair is slicked back, but a piece has fallen out. It makes me want to free all the strands, so I do. He grunts in surprise as I slide my fingers through his silky hair, loving the way it feels in my hands. I tug gently, and Baz’s eyes widen. I do it, and grin when he groans.

Baz

“Snow,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, “what are you doing?” Instead of answering, he ducks his head down and slams his mouth into mine. It’s just as much of an assault as before, but I’m used to it by now. I’m not used to this side of Snow, though. Tonight he’s clingy, all roving hands and cheeky smiles. I’m not sure what’s changed, but I’m bloody well not going to question it, now am I?

Snow lets go of my hair and brushes his fingers past my neck. They’re warm, as usual, and the difference in temperature makes me gasp. He takes advantage of my open mouth, shoving his tongue into my mouth and catching me by surprise. (Good surprise. Always a good surprise.) He tastes a bit like roast beef, and instead of being a turn off, it just makes my mouth water. I’m so hungry.

I put my hands on Snow’s chest and shove, hard. Instead of rolling off me, he just sits up on his knees, towering above me with a knee on either side of my thighs. I can barely see him in the moonlight, but his hair is tousled and his lips look kiss-swollen. He’s panting heavily and I want nothing more than to grab him by the collar and pull him back down to me, except I’m afraid.

“What the hell, Baz?” Simon asks, trying to catch his breath. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. I don’t want to admit I’m afraid of hurting him. I try to subtly run my tongue along my teeth, hoping Simon won’t notice. That would be even more of a buzzkill. I don’t feel my fangs, I don’t even feel them beginning to pop out, and now I feel a bit silly. How Simon notices my faint flush in the dark, I have no idea, but he reaches out and strokes my cheek softly.

“You aren’t going to hurt me.” He sounds so certain that I almost want to believe him. Maybe I do believe him.

“Snow…” I say. “Simon…” But I don’t get to finish, because his lips are on mine and somehow his hands have made it to the collar of my shirt. His fingers linger at the top button.

“Is this okay?” I nod. Normally I would chastise him for getting my suit dirty, but it’s like something strange has come over me. Simon revealing his insecurities broke open something inside of me, something soft and delicate that I don’t recognise. Something that apparently wants my boyfriend to undress me right here on the Great Lawn.

As if reading my mind, Simon snorts. “I don’t want to get you starkers. Just–” He unbuttons the top two buttons and drops his head, kissing, and sucking at my neck until it feels like I’m melting. One of his hands slips back into my hair, and the other one starts to sneak down my chest until his fingers begin to creep under the hem of my shirt.

Crowley, is this what dying feels like? Every nerve in my body is on fire; Snow is attacking from all sides and I’m completely helpless under him. I’m convinced this is all I can bear when he starts grinding against my thigh. My hips jolt, nearly throwing him off of me, and then everything stops. The hands. The kissing. The grinding.

I groan. “Why did you stop?”

“Do you want to keep going?” he asks, sounding nervous.

“Merlin, yes,” I exhale. Simon still looks nervous, and his eyes keep darting in the direction of the ball. The one that’ll be ending soon. Oh. Oh. “We don’t have to keep going,” I say, trying to hide the regret in my words. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“Don’t be daft. Of course I want to keep going…just…shouldn’t we be getting back? Won’t people be wondering where we are?”

“No,” I say, thinking of my bed back in our old room; of all my old fantasies. Of pressing Simon into the mattress. “No, I have a better Idea.”

Simon

Baz’s voice promises something exciting, and the hand on my waist keeps dipping lower and lower. It brushes my arse, and I stiffen, but he’s only reaching for my tail. “So you don’t trip,” he murmurs, smooth as silk. Bullshit, I want to say back, but I’m too intrigued to argue. I let him guide me across the lawn, trying to hide how nervous I am. Where is he taking me? I must seem worried, because he stops walking.

Or maybe it’s because we’re here. In front of Mummer’s House. “Baz?” I ask, and he smirks at me. It starts to falter when I don’t answer back, and his hand drops from my back.

“We don’t have to,” he says apologetically, “I just thought…”

“I know,” I say, reaching for him, grabbing his upper arms and stroking them soothingly. “I know,” I repeat, “and it’s okay. I want to.”

He looks up at this, squints as he studies my face to gauge whether I’m serious. I am. I hadn’t thought I’d want to go back to our old room, but now that I’m here, it sounds perfect. I let my arms drop as I wait for his answer.

“Okay,” Baz says, sounding relieved. “Okay, yeah. Let’s go then.” He smiles as I take his outstretched hand, and we climb the stairs. Together, for the first time ever.

Side by side.

boyfriend!jeonghan;

Originally posted by wonnhao

  • nobody asked for this but i for real think about this everyday
  • jeonghan?? is a really good boyfriend when he’s not being a demon
  • it was pretty funny how you two got to know each other actually
  • you’re a stylist for seventeen so u already know your job is like,,, literal hell

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Tyler Seguin

Another short Segs story

Request: I NEED A TYLER SEGUIN ONE BASED OFF HIS INSTA STORY WHERE YALL ARE VISITING THE CRACKNESS BABY FOR THE FIRST TIME AND THAT’S WHEN HE FIGURES OUT HE WANTS KIDS WITH YOU PLS SAM PLS

Originally posted by scratchedforlife


“Tyler, are you even going to share her with anyone else?” I laugh as Tyler once again takes his teammates brand new baby from yet another person.

               A shy smile appears on his face as he glances up from Lynde’s beautiful little face and my heart flutters in my chest. She is so tiny that she easily fits in Tyler’s hands, her head gently cradled. We have been visiting the Cracknell’s for nearly an hour already and he has yet to go five minutes without asking for her back when someone else gets a turn.

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More BUDGET friendly tips...for BEAUTY

It’s always the battle of the CENTURY when I go into Sephora and try not to buy up the store.

1. Rinse Splenda and Gift daddies for higher end makeup brands. NARS or YSL foundation is around $50-$60. If you have the TIME and ENERGY to entertain them, they can really help you upgrade your wardrobe (staple pieces), hair bundles, and experiment with high end fragrances and makeup, which in turn will attract more $$$ from wealthier men. (I actually read this somewhere on tumblr anyway, and it’s so true I had to rewrite it)

2. Go to the till / register of Sephora and DONT SLEEP ON THE MINIs. They have mini NARS concealer, UD setting spray, Tom Ford roller ball fragrances, Becca Highlighters, Kat Von D primers, Laura Mercier powders and SO MUCH MORE (and they’re long lasting) for half the price.

3. Don’t sleep on synthetic wigs. Youtube “Affordable Wig Lookbook” and many of the videos will end with “All Under $50!” Or “Under $20!”. You can find great inexpensive wigs (that don’t look plastic or unrealistic) through these methods. I have a 2 $20 synthetic halfwigs that I get complimented on EVERY single time I go out. For reference, I’m natural and type 4something and if you want your edges to blend get a YAKI texture.

3a. Black and white men always come up to me and try to separate and “praise” me for not being like other black girls and wearing fake hair. Little do they know….shaming other black women to lift me up does not work and two, men are fools.

4. TJMaxx/TKMaxx, Ross, Marshalls for body scrubs, hair products, and sometimes high end or luxury products! I’ve bought Kat Von D, Anastasia Beverly Hills, and Marc Jacobs from there in the last few months. All for under $20.

5. SAMPLES. I use a specific Tom Ford fragrance that I don’t want to use my own money to pay for (lol). Until then, I go into my local Sephoras every week and get samples of my fav fragrances. You can get up to 3 samples of nearly anything in the store everyday.

1. i can’t sleep. i’m dizzy with discomfort and i’m so sick inside that my stomach feels like a dryer, spinning round with a pile of clothes heavy with wetness inside of it
2. my throat is burning and i can feel hands gripping around it, strangling me so i can’t breathe properly, the hands are not really there so i can’t pull them off of me to let myself breathe again, it’s terrifying
3. my nails are chipped and broken- only about three nails actually still have a full layer of polish on them and a lot of my nails are completely naked, i haven’t changed my bed sheets in about a month, maybe two, all i’ve done today is sleep and my hair is matted from where i keep waking up sweaty from bad dreams
4. i can’t even hear myself think, there’s a thousand voices in my head and they’re all screaming at me to get outside so i can breathe again but i just can’t pull myself out of this dirty, messy bed
5. i had a shower earlier and i sat down, i didn’t realise i was blocking the drain until the water was up past my ankles
6. it’s nearly summer and it’s getting a lot warmer outside, but i can still feel myself shaking like i do in the cold, even though i’m sweating
7. earlier i forgot how to swallow, i cut up my toast into tiny little pieces and i chewed it and chewed it for ages but it wouldn’t go down my throat
8. i think i forgot how to breathe too, i can’t do it unconsciously anymore, i’m always aware of my chest rising up and down and the sharp pain of the air coming in and out of my lungs
—  i think i’m forgetting how to be a person

kyawaii-chu  asked:

Hi! Could you do BTS reacting to their girlfriend cutting her hair really short in a boyish style (like, even shaved on the sides and on the back) and dying them? I always feel left out when in fanfictions their gf has long, silky hair ㅠ ㅠ Thank you! 💕

Sure thing! I feel you girl, I’m growing my hair out right now but I’ve had short hair for years. Also to everyone that has requested I promise I’m not ignoring! I have 3 days of school left and when that’s over, I’ll be on a lot more  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

BTS Reaction to you having a short hair

Jin: When you came home with short hair Jin was surprised. He loved to play with your long hair but he really liked how this looked. He knew you were a little insecure about how he’d feel about it so he decided to tease you a bit,

“Why is this man in my house? And why is he so gorgeous?”

Yoongi: He knew you were going to get a haircut but he didn’t know all of your hair would be nearly gone. When you walked through the door he thought you were someone else, but the outfit gave it away. He wouldn’t be able to stop staring at you for the rest of the day and when you finally asked him if he hated it, he just chuckled and shook his head, poking at your cheeks.

“Now I can see your beautiful face better.”

Namjoon: He was the one who encouraged you to get the hair cut you wanted. It was your hair, your body, go crazy. He knew you were scared of what he’d think but he kept assuring you he would think you’re gorgeous even with giant holes in your ears. He loved you for you. When you came home with short hair, his smile grew on his face. 

“Is this what my baby was so afraid of? Come here cutie, I wanna play with your hair.”

Hoseok: He was hyped the second you came home. He stopped to stare at you with an expression of mixed emotions. He suddenly bursted into incoherent screaming and cat calling. Walking around you and breathing in sharply, he outlined your body with his hands to make you feel more embarrassed.

“My girl looks so good. I can’t wait to see your bed head… Let’s go sleep now!”

Jimin: He was a fan of your long hair, but he didn’t care what you did. He always played with your hair. Braiding it (more like creating giant knots for you to struggle with later) and running his fingers through it. When you stood in front of him with short hair, he stared at you for a moment. He looked at you up and down and suddenly looked in your eyes with a suggestive glint in his own. He bit his lip while making a hissing sound.

“Baby I can’t wait to tug on that hair.”

Taehyung: He was in the middle of planning out lyrics with the rest of Bangtan. He was in your living room because he was babysitting your little sister, whom he loved so much. He stopped mid-sentence when he saw you walk in out of the corner of his eyes. He looked up at you and slowly smiled.

“Woahh, is that my beautiful girlfriend?? I’m lucky…”

Jungkook: You were so nervous-shaking even. He was a guy who favored long hair. So you were really shy to show him. What if he hated you?? You walked into the hotel room you shared and cleared your throat to get his attention. He got up from the bed and looked at you with eyes that read “shook.” You wanted to run but he cupped onto your cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb.

“This is cute.” He cocked his head lightly. “I can see your adorable ears better this way.”