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OtaYuri fic recs #8

Another batch of recs! Enjoy! (¬‿¬)

It’s the Life We’re Living Now by vivevoce, mature, 35.8k

“… Did you know you still give me boners?” Yuri asks seriously. Otabek is startled into an incredulous snort. “Don’t laugh, you asshole! It’s tragic and inconvenient and probably going to last until we’re old and can’t get it up anymore.”

“I’m touched,” Otabek replies tonelessly. “You have such a way with words.”

“Yeah, I know.” Yuri grins, all sharp teeth. “Feel free to swoon a little closer into my arms. And on top of my crotch?”

“Fuck off.” Yuri can hear Otabek’s grudging smile, even with his back turned.

“Baby?”

“No.”

“Zhanym?”

“Gross.”

One Hundred by kiyala, explicit, 4k

Otabek is in St Petersburg to visit. Yuri is determined to kiss him one hundred times in one day.

Intertwined by stella_polaris, teen, 5.7k

Yuri comes down with a bad cold and has to take a break from training. That gives him lots of time to think about the relationship with his best friend and is he maybe not just his best friend?

Sources Say by kitausu, mature, 572

“Olympic medalist, Yuri Plisetsky (18), has been linked to fellow figure skater, Otabek Altin (21), since his first Grand Prix Final win at 15. While speculation has been rampant about the nature of their relationship, this is the first evidence captured by the press confirming the rumors. Sources say—“

or, Otayuri getting caught up at the club, and then getting caught at the club.

Sweet Summer Mornings by thelonelywriter, excplicit, 10.1k

The skating season is over, and though that sucks, the fact that Otabek is planning on visiting St. Petersburg definitely makes up for it.

Don’t Talk the Talk by MadameFolie, explicit, 912

….if you can’t walk the walk. And don’t make your victory hashtag ’#kissmyass’ if you’re not prepared to make good on it.

Let the Record Drop by BoxWineConfessions, explicit, 2.7k

“Okay,” Otabek walks back over to the daybed, and kneels beside Yuri. Carefully, Otabek combs Yuri’s hair back and away from his ears. “No one’s ever gotten a private show before.” His voice wavers as he talks. Like he thought it sounded cool and second guessed himself while he spoke.

Otabek opts to interrupt himself, and kiss Yuri instead. It’s not like their previous touches. It’s thick and stifling, and Yuri’s painfully aware that he’s very naked, and Otabek is very not.

“I hope you like it,” Otabek breathes against his ear.

It makes Yuri shiver, and arch up into the other man. Otabek slips the headphones over Yuri’s ears.

Agape: Ursa Major Mix by momothesweet, teen, 2.2k

Yuri finds out about Otabek’s secret hobby after a night out at the club doesn’t turn out so well.

Eros (Grizzly Remix) by momothesweet, explicit, 2.3k

Otabek utilizes his hobby when it comes to fooling around with Yuri in the bedroom.

The dirty, dirty sequel to the much tamer Agape: Ursa Major Mix.

anonymous asked:

Not only doesnt harry want any lady and Ellen knows that, but the women go do the games never want Harry. Last time the actress (I don't remember who it was now) immediately said he was too young and now Jennifer lopes said the exact same thing and Ellen still pushed Harry. It's so disgusting!!

Yeah it’s been grossing me out for quite a while and it just keeps happening

anonymous asked:

I know this sounds really gross but how do you wash a dirty vagina ? I barely practiced intimate hygiene when I was younger and now my vagina has this grey-ish color and looks super dirty, is there a no toxic way to take care of it so it goes back to its original colour?

It may seem odd, but the most hygienic way to care for your vagina is to wash it using water only. Vaginas are naturally one of the cleanest parts of your body, they regulate themselves very well when left mostly to their own devices.

Using any bath product directly on the different parts of your vagina can result in a yeast infection. In fact, incorrect “cleaning” is the most common cause of these truly terrible (and fucking painful) infections.

Cleaning your vagina is simple, but you’ll need to use your hands to help get the water in there. If you’re uncomfortable touching yourself (don’t worry, we’ve all been there) I suggest running a bath with plain water (no bubbles or bathbombs or anything) and allow the water to fully permeate. I clean the lips and clitoris first, and then prop the actual “vagina” open and rinse gently. This may feel weird at first, but it leaves your lady parts smelling fresh and feeling wonderful.

Lots of people like to shower after sex, but this is not a necessity to properly maintain your vagina! Peeing, however, is absolutely necessary to prevent UTIs. I try to pee twice, because I had a UTI once and I never want one again. You essentially pee every five minutes and then begin to pee blood. 🙄Antibiotics are prescribed.

As far as the coloration goes- grey is not an uncommon vagina color. It’s actually one of the more common colors for lighter skin tones. You’re probably talking about your labia or clitoris specifically, these come in all different shades of the rainbow! Pink, brown, grey, all are perfectly healthy. It’s also normal for vaginas to change slightly over time, just like the rest of our bodies. I don’t think this is anything you need to be alarmed about. This color isn’t something you can wash off, it’s part of who you are. Painful sores or weird discharge, however, are something that you should consult with your OBGYN about.

Trust me- your next sexual partner is not going to care about what you look like down there. They’re going to be happy that you’re about to sleep with them. We’re all different, and that’s what makes each new experience special. Feel free to message me directly if you want to talk more ❤

95lbsgw  asked:

Hey, Yesterday I ate a quite heavy breakfast about 270 cals. Then i went to meet my psychol. and I didnt eat anything the entire day because I couldnt and I wasnt hungry. Later when I came home my mom made me eat something so I ate a small small piece of whole wheat bread crust not eaten tho. And this morning I ate a bowl of oatmeal about 70 cals and an apple. Rn my stomach is so damn bloated, I was wondern if its normal and will it go away? I really need help asap thnksss❤

hey hun, im sorry you feel like that right now and i know its hard but only eating that tiny amount of food is super bad for you. One way i overcame that was eating little and often that way you’re still getting the energy you need but you’re not eating enough to feel bloated and gross. i know its hard but try thinking of it as fuel rather than calories, the right fuel the better your body will be able to shift itself into looking how you want it to. But in the mean time i usually drink green tea or camomile tea when im bloated because for me it calms my stomach

stay strong lovely 💕

WCW: I could just post a photo and brag about how gorgeous my girlfriend is physically but there’s so much more than that. She also finally fell asleep so I can be a sappy, gross human. Without having to see her cry I mean…lol.

I have a crush on the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way your perfume smells, how you giggle when I tell a horrifically stupid joke, or how your entire face lights up when I tell you that I love you. Six years ago I fell for the hardest worker in the room. Now I get to call that beautiful woman my girlfriend. More than that, the love of my life. I got lucky in ways that most people overlook or don’t appreciate. Knowing I get the opportunity to make you happy and treat you the way I’ve always thought you deserved is incredible.

My #WCW, is actually my #WCE, and my #WCF. Forever. 😊 I love you. ❤

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Definitely Concerned Guys (Please Post)

So someone else just posted on Tumblr a little while ago that the interactions we’ve seen between P and S have been creepy.  And I just gotta say in response to that uhh yeah you can say that again!  I know most people on here are getting all giddy and excited about those so called flirting interactions but I’m generally pretty good at reading people and that guy by the day is getting creepier and creepier to me.  "Meet you behind the Hollywood sign and get ready for the dance off of a lifetime.“  I mean really dude?  Seriously?  My first reaction to that statement was gross.  Cool whatever, I know they can do whatever they want but to give off obvious sexual innuendos like that out on the internet disgusts me…like I’m actually disgusted with that man right now.  He’s got a hidden agenda(well…maybe not so hidden anymore) and she has started to fall for the trap.  That’s what happens when you are in a vulnerable state people…you fall for traps and that’s what is transpiring here.  Not to mention that all of these posts and liking that Just Jared article at the same time is showing me there is something behind all of this.  Something they are trying to prove… 

If this man is in fact going to be her dance partner coming up…this is no way to promote it.  This would actually make me NOT vote for them.  sorry 

If he is starting a relationship with her and not going to be her dance partner…I still think the whole thing is quite creepy and S IS so much better than that and CAN do so much better than this.  

I’m assuming they are going to be hanging out(or whatever they are going to call it now) quite a lot now that he is back from Aussie.  Soul and heart is what stays forever…not the body and the physical aspects…if they are falling for the physical aspects alone…it’s doomed and it’s not love. Some are probably going to respond to me and just say leave the woman alone and let her have her fun.  Yes fine I’m not saying “go live in a convent S until the man of your dreams falls into your arms”…no that’s not what I’m saying.   Her being a woman who is a little older now, in a more mature stage of her life definitely ready to settle down you have to think a little bit more about things and consequences before you act.  Just being real.  

I still love and respect S a lot but I just wish that if she is in fact in a vulnerable place right now…she would go to close friends and family at this time…and not this man who is definitely hungry for something not so innocent.  She also liked an Instagram post late last night that said “Can’t wait to get married to the love of my life.”  I know that statement rings very true for her and it made me believe even more that she is in fact emotional and vulnerable right now.  Perhaps not really thinking straight.   The last thing I want to see is her hurt or damaged in any way so I’m just a concerned fan.  I hope someone or something will help her right now discern what is right from wrong.  

And I just have to point this out.  He responded to me on Twitter tonight in a very concerning way and now I am putting up all the red flags at this point.  You will probably all find it when you look and I know I never should have gotten involved but the fact that he felt the need to respond the way that he did just further proves to me that I should be concerned for her and my instincts are correct.  Remember if something doesn’t feel right guys…it’s usually not.  Trust the instincts.  

I wasn’t gna post anything but I couldn’t help it after everything that is going on.  I am literally praying for a shield of protection to be around S at this time and will continue to pray for that.

-CB


I can’t say I agree with you when you say you think their interactions are ‘creepy’ or ‘gross’, because the way I see it is him sticking up for whatever their relationship is right now and I think that’s awesome. They might not be officially dating but it is quite clear that they are in the stages of forming a relationship and I am okay with that and will respect it. S honestly seems happy to me and by their interactions, P also seems happy. Even in S’s IG live the other day she was glowing, she looked and sounded so genuinely happy in my eyes. I would rather S be in a relationship with someone who is proud to express their feelings for her on SM than with someone who wants to hide it and pretend nothing is happening, she deserves to be treated special and not to be hidden like she is not special enough for the world to not know about. I totally respect your opinion but this is just my opinion on the matter.

Boundaries
  • Ladynoir:
  • Ladybug: Oh my goodness Chat *flings herself across his stomach* I am menstruating so hard right now.
  • Chat Noir: Gross, get off me.
  • Ladybug: Shhh heating pads don't talk.
  • Chat Noir: *pats her head sympathetically* I'm here for you, Ladyboop.
  • Adrinette:
  • Adrien: *has been left alone in a room with Marinette and has no idea what to say*
  • Marinette: *sitting several feet away from him, wide-eyed, blushing*
  • Adrien: *panicking* So... how's life?
  • Marinette: Oh, heh, you know. Lifelike. *screams internally*

I like the headcanon where Bart’s never seen stars before because the air is so polluted in the future.

In other news, I am going to start putting my signature on all my work as damage control for all the reposts I’ve been seeing lately.

I mean. I am against ABSOLUTELY everything Trumpkin is and represents. But I have sympathy for Melania. If I completely separate her from the entire situation, I would probably like her. She really is beautiful, and honestly she was just a person who wanted to come to a better country to get a sugar daddy, she didn’t ask for any of this. She just wanted to sleep with a gross old man, have a baby and get his money. And now she and her son (whom I’m REALLY going to assume the best of since he’s so young, seems to spend a lot of time with her, and hasn’t done anything… yet. I hope.) are stuck in the clutches of a megalomaniac with all this shit, who we know only married her because he objectified her amongst other ways he surely disrespects her. You can’t even blame her with, “She stayed after he said awful things, she’s racist and against women like he is.” Like her spouse is crazy and has obvious ties to Russia. She is being smart. Stay in line. Do what he says. She is Sansa to Trump’s Joffrey. She just wanted a comfortable lifestyle. She just wanted a sugar daddy. Free her.

The 2ps as shit said at my lunch table

2p America: “According to all known laws of aviation-”

2p China: With a heavy Taiwanese accent: “…. Shiiiitttttttt”

2p England: “OH FUGGERNUT I DROPPED MY SANDWICH” this friend won’t swear it’s so funny 

2p France: “Mangez mon cul.” //dabs

2p Russia: “Swearing is gross which is why I don’t swear now shut the fuck up and let me eat.”

2p Canada: “I forgot the word… À la papetaria or some shit like that I don’t know I don’t speak French.”

2p Italy: “pasSA LA PASTA” //queue laughing at it for like 5 minutes

2p Germany: “Okay but honestly the German tree on duolingo can eat my ass.”

2p Japan: “I vape straight up yaoi.”

2p Romano: “Mom yelled at me when I said I’d wear Gucci to grandma’s funeral.”

2p Austria: “Ah yes I see now. Your palm says that you’re a little bitch.”

2p Prussia: “Ah yes, only one more day until I livestream my suicide.”

I had severe separation anxiety as a kid, so my mom would sing to me when she was in another room.

by reddit user rainbow_productions

When I was growing up, I was terrified of being alone. I don’t know what started it, or when/if it stopped exactly. I have a dog now, a mutt I got from a shelter- so I’m not technically alone in my apartment even when my roommate is out. Back to the point, though; when I was a kid, being by myself scared me so badly. So, irrationally badly that if I even thought that my mother had left me alone on our property, I would become a gross and sobbing mess until I could set my sights on her again.

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On one memorable Valentines day Ryan gives the whole crew hearts. Not chocolate hearts or candy hearts or even heart-shaped balloons, oh no. Fresh, hand-picked, unequivocally human hearts. More thoughtful than any store-bought gift if he does say so himself.

They’re carefully thought out, each presented differently; If Ryan’s going to do something then he’s going to do it right, wasn’t about to just throw slabs of bleeding meat down on the table and call it a day - he’s not an animal.

While it took the longest to obtain, Geoff’s is the  most simple. Sitting in a basic cooler, nothing fancy, easy to identify and not meant to last. For Geoff the gift is not the organ itself but the inevitable demise of the man it came from, the involuntary donor who’s crew will no longer be trying to push their way into Los Santos.

For Jack there is a necklace, long and elegantly simple, the tapered rose-gold vial engraved with a small heart that makes her smile. Its unassuming, decorative and fashionable, perfectly belying the way the lid is sealed shut to preserve the ash within.

Ryan has never stuffed a heart with explosives before, hadn’t quite anticipated the difficulty of it, but his efforts are instantly rewarded by the involuntary way Michael snorts into laughter at the sight of the fuse snaking out of an artery. Its impossible not to join in when it goes off, humour infectious as Michael’s eyes light up, bellowing his amusement as gore rains down around them.

Ray receives what another might consider a serial killer’s love letter. A dismembered hand left in his favourite spot points him in the direction of a warehouse containing carefully arranged entrails which in turn lead to a breadcrumb trail of teeth. Thoroughly entertained Ray follows blood and gore all around the city before finding himself on the roof of an open-air parking garage, a giant blood red heart painted across the floor with the real deal placed carefully at its centre.

Gavin’s heart is in a ornamental jar, carefully preserved, bloodless and somewhat alien in appearance. It’s an almost shocking display of thoughtfulness, concession to the fact that Gavin, of all of them, would be the most disgusted, yet also somehow the one most likely to want to keep his gift. When he doesn’t have to smell it, feel the muscle gone cold in his hands, deal with the red stain of someone else’s life, Gavin is really quite delighted with the whole deal. Absolutely horrified, sure, but in that squirmy gleeful kind of way he gets, amused by his own revulsion, calling Ryan disturbing and lovely in the same breath.

Jeremy, who knows he definitely hasn’t been with them long enough to warrant a heart of his own (thank god?) watches it all play out with a bizarre mixture of amusement, horror and the tiniest pang of longing that comes along with feeling left out. At least until Ryan appears before him, as silent and terrifying as always, and thrusts a black plastic bag into his hands before ghosting away. The moment of shocked dread (whereupon Jeremy instantly realises that yeah nope warm-fuzzies of being included aside he did not need a human heart in his life actually thanks) is instantly washed away by helpless laughter when he opens the bag and catches sight of the anatomically-correct toy heart smiling cheerfully back at him. 

Not Ready

Marinette is pregnant.  It was an accident, a late night at a club where she got drunk and went home with someone, but it’s still there.  She’s pregnant.  At least according to the seventeen pregnancy tests she took.  Alya’s away, and Hawkmoth seems to be on vacation, so she’s not able to talk to anyone until after she’s been to the doctor to confirm it.

She’s pregnant.

So she goes to patrol that night, the first patrol with Chat since she took the tests, and cries on him for a while.  She’s not getting an abortion–she’s pro-choice, but can’t do it herself–and she still has to talk to the father.

But Chat’s there.  He comforts her, says he’ll be there for her whether the father is or not.  He lets her cry on his shoulder for hours, and patrol never actually gets done.  They decide to meet up tomorrow night, even though it’s not a patrol night, so they can talk after Marinette talks to the father.

Which doesn’t go well.  Actually, that’s an understatement.  The father is furious at her for being pregnant, wants her to get an abortion, and wants nothing to do with the baby if she has it.

So Marinette leaves in tears, and skips her classes that afternoon and goes immediately to their patrol spot to just sit and cry for hours, waiting for Chat.

Chat left an hour early for patrol, barely having allowed himself to wait that long, and finds Ladybug already on the roof.  She tells him about how it went with the father and starts crying all over again.

“I’ll be it’s father.”

“What?”

“A baby needs a father.  Mine was never around, and I know that’s messed me up.  So I can be this baby’s father.  I mean, if you want.”

“I…I’d like that.”

So they sit there for hours until Ladybug’s tears subside, holding onto each other.  When they decide it’s time to leave, Ladybug suggests they reveal their identities because “I am not going to the doctor as Ladybug, and I am not having Chat Noir take me there.”

So they reveal themselves, and are freaking happy that they are Adrien and Marinette, because that makes introducing themselves to their friends much easier.

The next morning, Adrien is sleep deprived and freaking out because he spent all night on the internet looking up everything about babies and pregnancy and “should I propose, Plagg?  Do you think she’ll expect me to?  What do babies eat?  Oh god, what if there’s more than one baby?”

(he’s also spent an insane amount of money on baby clothes and stuffed animals)

So when Nino calls to ask why he’s late for lunch, you really can’t blame him for blurting out:

“I’m not ready to be a father!”

“…what?”

“I’m not ready, Nino!  What if I’m as terrible a father as mine?  What if I kill it?  What if it hates me?  What if–”

“Adrien?”

“What?”

“A father?”

“Yes!  I’m not ready!”

“…who did you get pregnant?”

(you also can’t blame him for hanging up and not going to lunch after all because Marinette didn’t want to tell anyone yet and he almost blew it with the first person he talked to)

They tell their friends a few weeks later, saying that Adrien and Marinette got drunk and hooked up one night, and no they’re not together but they’re both going to be in this baby’s life.

Alya and Nino are thrilled and decide that they are going to be godparents and Alya announces it on the Ladyblog (Marinette and Adrien laugh later about how relevant a post that really was).

The pregnancy goes well.  Adrien does not, in fact, propose, though he does discuss it with Marinette, who decides that maybe in the future, but only if they actually have a relationship together.  They get an apartment together, and Marinette has to hide Adrien’s credit cards because he’s a stress shopper and “we really don’t need six cribs.  You need to send some of them back.”

Ladybug disappears around sometime around the third month, Chat Noir fighting akumas on his own and bringing her the butterflies after for purification.  Chat Noir assures the public that Ladybug is safe and sound, and that she’s only disappeared because there will be a new little bug in a few months, and, no, he will not comment on whether or not this bug is also a kitten.

(Alya freaks out because “Marinette, your baby will be the same age as Ladybugs!  They’ll go to school together!”)

Adrien freaks out at every ultrasound, crying and squeezing Marinette’s hand.  He buys her whatever food she’s craving, and sometimes Chat Noir will be found begging at the door of a closing shop because “Ladybug needs pickles and chocolate fudge can you please stay open just another minute?” and because these stores will usually let Chat Noir in but not Adrien.

(Chat Noir also can’t go more than half a block without people giving him baby supplies.  Sometimes he has to refuse because “Ladybug would not be happy if I came home with a seventh crib.”)

(This leads to the rumours that Ladybug and Chat Noir are having sextuplets, which Marinette finds hilarious.)

(Adrien is just relieved that these rumours aren’t true because one baby is stressful enough and it hasn’t even come yet.)

It’s around five months when Chat Noir almost dies in an akuma attack.  Marinette watches on TV and begs Tikki to let her transform to help, but it would be too dangerous for the baby, so all she can do is watch and cry.  Chat stumbles in the window a while later, barely conscious and bleeding all over the floor.  Ladybug cleanses the akuma and it heals Chat, and they both release their transformations as Marinette throws herself at him, crying.

“I almost lost you.  You have to be more careful, Chat.  I can’t lose you.”

Neither of them notice, at first, that she kisses him.  It seems natural.  He almost died.  She was upset.  So of course she’d kiss him.

Of course, they do notice, and both make things awkward for a few hours before they decide that maybe they should try this for real.

The baby comes a few days early, and Adrien was at a shoot on the other side of Paris when he got the call from Nino.  It would take hours to get there, hours he doesn’t have because Marinette is in labour and he isn’t there and he is seriously stressing out.

So he ducks into an alley and transforms and races across the rooftops.

When he reaches the hospital, the nurses and patients in the waiting give him weird looks but he ignores them because he has to find Marinette.

He barges into Marinette’s room with a “Marinette!  I’m here!” and doesn’t know why everyone turns to stare.

Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng glance between their daughter and the man who barged in, squinting and trying to put the pieces together.

The nurse who had been checking on a machine drops her clipboard.

Nino narrows his eyes and closes the book he had been trying to distract himself with, rising in a defensive stance.

Alya takes a picture.

And Marinette?  Marinette bursts into hysterical laughter.

“You’re an idiot.”

“What?  I got here as fast as I could.  The shoot was on the other side of town.  I–”

“Adrien.  You’re in costume.”

He looks down at himself and groans because he knew he forgot something when he jumped off the roof.  He releases the transformation and goes to the bed, deciding to pretend like it never happened and asking Marinette how she’s doing.

“That means you’re Ladybug,” Alya says, not going along with Adrien’s plan to ignore his mistake.  “Right?  Because Chat Noir hasn’t said that Ladybug’s baby is his, but he also hasn’t been subtle about the baby being his.”

“Can we talk about this later?” Marinette groans out as a contraction hits.  “Preferably when I don’t have a baby trying to rip its way out of me.”

“Fine,” Alya agrees.  “As long as I get an exclusive about Chat Noir and Ladybug’s baby.”

Hugo Michel Dupain-Cheng-Agreste came into the world a few hours later, by which point all of Paris knew Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities (becuase Chat Noir running through a hospital screaming for Marinette Dupain-Cheng was not very subtle, and it was common knowledge that Marinette was having a baby with supermodel Adrien Agreste, so Chat Noir’s own identity wasn’t a stretch) and the section of the hospital has to be cornered off to keep out the cameras and the fans.

Gabriel Agreste comes to see them later in the day, to visit his grandson.  He takes his son aside before he leaves, apologizing for being such a horrible father.

“I’ll be better to him, if you’ll let me be in his life.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

But Gabriel doesn’t answer, instead handing a small brown box to his son.

“I am so sorry.  I can’t do this anymore, not when it means hurting my family.  I hope you can forgive me, and that you’ll listen to my explanation one day, but I understand if you won’t.  You don’t have to worry about this anymore.”

And with that, Gabriel was gone, leaving Adrien alone and confused in the hallway of the hospital.  He looked down at the box again, it was so familiar but he couldn’t figure out why.  Slowly, he opened it.  Inside sat a purple butterfly broach.

It’s a few months later before Ladybug and Chat Noir make an appearance again, chasing each other across the rooftops and laughing, stopping in alcoves to kiss.

The papers the next morning feature this:  Ladybug with her arms around Chat’s neck, beaming as he kisses her cheek.  A green sling around Chat’s body, one of his arms holding it to his chest, the other around Ladybug’s waist.  And a baby, tucked in the sling, a little head with cat ears sticking out.

All of Paris turned up a year later to the long awaited wedding between Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

REMINDER THAT THIS IS A FIC NOW

I am disgusted and utterly disappointed to have to do this, but I want to make sure all of you in the beauty world know NOT to support Jeffree Star Cosmetics. He was an idol to me, until I just this morning learned that he is a blatant racist.

People are calling him out on Instagram for a past video he had made with a friend doing black face; he used the words “little black bitch”, and talked about THROWING BATTERY ACID ON A BLACK WOMAN TO LIGHTEN HER SKIN TONE.

He is currently blocking everyone who is calling him out and demanding an apology. He will not admit to his “mistake”. That is… beyond appalling to me. If you were once a gross piece of trash, you should at least admit it and apologize, otherwise it looks like you’ve learned nothing. For all we know, he still feels that way about black women.

I will not support him or his cosmetics line from now on.

Squishy Sentence Starters

“Give me love or give me DEATH”

“I haven’t been cuddled in three hours I’m going through withdrawal!!!”

“I can hear your heartbeat laying on you like this, it’s really fucking disgusting but cute I guess”

“Grab my glittery hand so I can take a picture and post it as a e s t h e t i c. Yes. Now don’t let go. Ever.”

“Lay back and let me just rub your back, you’ve been stressed lately”

“Come in the bath with meeeeeeee.
- Wait not naked gross go put a swim suit on you animal”

“Be the Romeo to my Juliet? Okay- yeah I know they both died that was a bad example but you get the idea!”

“Hold me in your arms and don’t let go while I act like I don’t like it”

“Just let me hug you forever- stop squirming!!”

“Let me fucking love you jackass”

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“How are you not freaking out, why is she not freaking out?” Stiles hissed as you calmly set Lydia’s list down and looked at the confused group.

 

“I have a small confession.” You muttered.

 

“Is it that you drank the mountain lion that attacked us last week because we saw that and it was gross.” Stiles said quickly.

“Stiles shut up!” Scott grunted.

 

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honestly? people need to stop portraying bambam as a person full of kinks who knows and makes everything about sex just because he throws jokes like “how do you know i am not big” sometimes. he truly didn’t know what the term “daddy” could mean and now he’s probably feeling really bad because people literally did something as awful as sexualize his tweets about papa tuan, when he’s clearly a father figure to him, thinking that he would laugh about it instead of being upset bc “hey!!! thats bambam!!! he makes sex jokes all the time so i can @ him and say all the gross i want cause he wont care!!”