objectively attractive

🌻 fae offerings for beltane 🌻

if you’re like me and completely forget about beltane the day before and need to do something easy, fae offerings are a good option!

time: best performed at beltane, but you can leave a fae offering anytime!

gather: milk, honey, dried lavender, thyme, daisies, other flower heads of your choice

🌿  find a shallow bowl / dish and fill it with milk

🌿  stir in some honey

🌿  add dried lavender, thyme and any other herbs you like

🌿  make a daisy chain long enough to surround your offering (this will also protect the offering from evil spirits and pesky cats)

🌿  add some flower heads that are seasonal to beltane. i used dandelions and violets!

🌿  if you like, you could add some coins or other shiny objects that attract the fae

note: as i was setting this offering up, i heard the gentle tinkling of a wind chime. this usually is a sign of nearby fae, so i took this as a good omen! if you experience this as well lmk 🌙

the fact that my dad has a giant crush on billie joe though………

• “he’s such a cute little guy”
• “that billie joe…..he…..sure loves to show his ass a lot. i’m not complaining”
• “he’s one handsome fella”
• with hearts in his eyes: “he could take anyone in a fight, he’s the titan of punk rock”

Kill Zone - Part 3: Past and Prestent

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Sam Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak,  Dean Winchester,   

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Dean is an ass,talk of murder, all the usual for this series.

Word Count: 2900ish (a bit short I am sorry!)

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

Technical terms: 

Primary Crime Scene: The location where the killer held/murdered his victim rather than secondary crime scene where he placed her. In this case, where he tortured her.

Zone: The area assigned to one park ranger to patrol

MASTERLIST

You were angry. You weren’t sure why, but you were furious even as you sat in the small bar with your partner and your college friend. You pretended to know why you were fuming. You pretended it was because Dean had left you in the middle of nowhere on your own. You pretended it was because he had abandoned the case, you so desperately had hoped he would help you and Cas crack wide open.

He had been helpful just like you knew he would be. He had figured the line of projection faster than any of the FBI’s technicians had. Who had all been wrong at that too. No evidence had been found in the place they had suspected the bullet had originated from, but there were clear marks after the footing for the gun as well as empty gun casings in both places Dean had pointed you too. He had been right and he had just walked away. How could he just walk away from a gift like that?

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Come Through

COME THROUGH — send me your location. let’s focus on communicating ‘cause i just need the time and place to come through. send me your location. let’s ride the vibrations ‘cause i don’t need nothing else but you! ( location, khalid )

REQUEST — the reader, jughead’s younger sister, and archie like each other but have never acted on it. after the death of jason, both boys grow very protective of her.

WORD COUNT — 2.4k

CAUTION — graphic description of death; alcohol consumption.

NOTES — i just wanna take the chance to explain that any time i make a reader the sibling of a character it will rarely be by blood. it’s very easy to forget that not every fan’s white, and the last thing i want is for poc to feel excluded, so sometimes the reader could be a half-sibling or adopted or whatever i come up with so as to not isolate anyone. also, i don’t know if riverdale!jughead has a baby sister like comics!jughead does, but i included jellybean anyway because for real, how cute would it be if all the siblings had nicknames? juggie, jelly, and the reader as juicy? that’s so cute! lastly, i wrote this before the new episode, so jughead’s home life is tv show!canon-divergent but comic!canon. ( requests: open + i am in desperate need of some f/f )

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The Language of Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst maybe, swearwords, some of this is in German but I translated that for all y’all 

Word count: 779

A/N: Y’all voted for this, so here you go! Betad by the beautiful @fandommaniacx (I love you, jerk) 

Originally posted by sproings


For the longest time, you had been developing a crush on Bucky. Since he moved into the tower, you had barely been able to contain your feelings, so that pretty much everyone, except the object of your attraction, had noticed. Natasha was constantly urging you to make a move, but you simply refused to. Bucky had not once shown any sign of interest in you and you weren’t about to make a complete fool of yourself.

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anonymous asked:

Do you mind explaining how you use the term male gaze? I know you've said that women who are attracted to women don't have it, but that kind of implies that men who are attracted to women do? Which means you're obviously not using it in its original form and with its original meaning, because that's a film theory that doesn't really exist on an individual, interpersonal level. So what exactly do you mean by it?

The film theory term arises specifically because of the way men look at women in real life. That phenomenon gives rise to the way men portray women on the screen - without the initial gendered difference in the way men see women, there would be no reason their portrayals of women would be so intensely different from how they portray men or how women portray men or women.

Because of the hierarchial structure of gender, because of patriarchial conditioning and systemic misogyny, men objectify women in dozens of subtle ways.

The way men see and understand women is filtered through a lens of male supremacy that’s been enforced via cultural indoctrination from birth. Men who want to do the work to minimize their entitlement and buy-in to male supremacy are going to find that the way they approach women is informed by patriarchy even after they’ve started to dismantle their more overtly misogynistic behaviours.

Sapphic women who worry about having “the male gaze” are worried that by being attracted to a woman, we might be reducing her to merely an object of attraction to which we feel entitled and treating her as less than a whole person, because that’s the way men are taught to be attracted to women, and the way attraction to women is normalized in misogynistic cultures.

Men are taught to internalize the habit of rating each woman they meet according to how useful she can be to him (as visual decoration, supplier of emotional/kinship work, sexual gratification, etc.), and treat her accordingly. Behaving that way is not a necessary part of being attracted to women, it’s a way male supremacy maintains itself.

That’s the male gaze outside of media analysis – basically the reasons the phenomenon exists that the film term describes, the way men see women first as objects that could potentially be useful to them, and not as full and complex people with agency.

Does that make sense?

The Orange Thing

Relationship: Dean x Reader
Rating: Mature-ish. 
Warnings: attempted crack [emphasis on attempted!]
A/N: This is for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch #crackitbaby challenge! Special thank you to Jess for answering all of my questions and being an overall delight! 

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You’ve been living in the bunker long enough to have made a plethora of discoveries (actual magical beans, shrink ray (defective), home videos (exactly what it sounds like)). Not one captured your attention, your fascination, quite as much as the Orange Phenomenon.

If you’re honest with yourself, you might have gone a tad bit overboard. A smidge, really. But you couldn’t help your mind from straying from whatever task you had at hand, at any given time, to fantasize about the orange thing.

When you first come across it, it’s mostly an accident. Or at the very least a coincidence. Or maybe the Gods orchestrated the whole thing as a gift for all you’ve done for humanity. You don’t know. You don’t care. You’re too busy thinking about it.

It happens as you’re sitting at the table adjacent to the kitchen. You’ve got a sour expression on your face when Dean walks in with an empty mug.

“Have I told you recently how beautiful you are?” Dean snickers and your frown deepens. “What’s going on?”

You nod to the plated orange in front of you. “I started to peel it and I already have the stench sticking to my skin like it’s not planning on going anywhere this decade.”

“It’s twenty seventeen. Decade’s almost over at least.” Dean chuckles, because he thinks he’s funny- which he definitely is not-, and places his mug in the sink. “You hate it that bad?”

“Yes. Won’t go away no matter how many times I wash my hands. It distracts me during hunts!”

“Oh well, if it’s a safety hazard,” He intones dramatically with an easy smile on his face as he settles in front of you and drags the plate across the table top towards himself.

He foregoes the knife you’d started to use and digs into the slit you’d already made, tearing the skin of the fruit right off.

You watch his capable hands work the orange, flexing minutely as they remove the peel. You watch his ridiculously long fingers pluck the white string off and find your mouth watering. He pushes his thumbs between two wedges and splits the fruit open.

Immediately, juice oozes, coating his fingers. A drop runs down his palm and past his wrist. He catches it with his tongue somewhere on his forearm, licking all the way back up to erase the rivulet made by the errant dribble.

You swallow thickly, your eyes trained on the way Dean distractedly licks his lips to taste the traces of nectar and, in the foreground, on the way a large hand cups one half of the orange to free up his nimble fingers so they can remove the core stuck at the center of the other half. Then he’s separating a segment and extending his, still sticky with juice, hand to you in offering.

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anonymous asked:

college/modern au: okay so hamilton is playing truth or dare with the hamilsquad and someone (probably lafayette) dares him to seduce thomas jefferson, hamilton's longtime rival and enemy - but to sweeten the deal, laf offers something that hamilton really wants (i.e. money, rent, etc.) if he goes through with the dare - cue the Messed Up Shit™ that is jamilton, and the dare goes horribly wrong when the two of them start to FALL for each other, etc.

This is going to be a two parter because I can’t stand leaving stories with unhappy endings.

Send me a prompt if you want me to write something for you! If you use a list just specify old list or new list.

“All right French Fry. Truth or dare?”

Lafayette gave his most mischievous grin and, because he had no fear, chose dare.

Hercules thought for a moment, stroking his goatee. “Hmmm, I dare you…” He glanced around the room for an idea. His eyes landed on John and lit up. “I dare you to switch clothes with John.”

Laf’s face was one of pure horror. John was wearing a paint-splattered hoodie that was three sized too big and baggy plaid pajama pants. Compared to Laf’s fashionable silk pajamas, John’s clothes were rags.

John stood up and smirked at Laf. “C'mon, Frenchy. You dug your grave, now lay in it.”

Laf swore in French and followed Laurens to the bathroom. They returned a few minutes later with John looking very comfortable and Laf very disgruntled. The hoodie was actually near the right size for him, but the pants were far too short. Laf kept pulling them down self-consciously, which did nothing to stop Alex and Herc’s laughter.

“This is humiliating,” Laf huffed as he sat down. He suddenly pointed a long finger at Alex, silencing the boy’s giggling.

“Mon petit lion. Truth or dare?”

Alex hesitated. He had to be cautious; when it came to Laf the choice might as well have been “reveal your darkest secret or face your worst fear.” He could feel the expectant looks of his friends, so he decided to just let his mouth run and see what came out.

“Dare.”

Well that didn’t work out. Laf’s mouth curled into a malicious grin.

“I dare you,” Laf paused for dramatic effect, “to seduce… Thomas Jefferson.”

Alex screamed. Even Herc and John looked shocked.

“Woah, Laf,” John said. “That’s a little too far, don’t you think?”

“Yeah babe,” Herc agreed. “That was uncalled for.

“There’s no way in hell I’m doing that,” Alex said. He had never once had a pleasant conversation with Jefferson; he couldn’t imagine trying to… he couldn’t even think it.

Laf was not phased. “I will pay your share of the rent for the next two months. All you have to do is get Thomas to kiss you.”

Alex bit his lip and considered his options. He did need the money. His laptop had broken a week ago and with two months’ rent he could buy a really nice one. But was it worth kissing his mortal enemy? It was only one kiss. And Jefferson was objectively attractive, right? He could act like he thought so for long enough to get a kiss out of it.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

Laf squealed, dropping his cool exterior. Herc and John let their jaws fall open.

“Alex, man, are you insane?” Herc asked at the same time John demanded, “Are you high?”

“You better make good on your end,” Alex said to Laf as he stood up. “This is the worst thing you’ve ever asked me to do. And I want to make this clear: I’m doing this for a new laptop.”

His friends followed him as he padded barefoot out the door. Jefferson and James Madison lived in the same apartment building as them, just a floor down. They took the stairs, then the others stopped as Alex turned the corner to Jefferson’s door. They hid where they could watch what happened without Jefferson seeing them.

Alex tried to figure out a game plan as he approached the door and knocked, but his thinking time was cut short when Jefferson opened the door, smirking and wearing nothing but pajama pants and a wife beater. His expression quickly fell when he saw who had knocked.

“Oh, it’s you,” he drawled, disinterested. “Would you mind keeping the noise down? I don’t appreciate all your screaming up there.”

“Sorry, my bad.” Alex tried to make his voice sound as pleasant as possible. The apology seemed to catch Jefferson off guard.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “You’re acting weird.”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just,” Alex took a deep breath, hoping he sounded flustered. “Look, I don’t really know how to say this.”

Jefferson raised an eyebrow. “You? At a loss for words? Something really must be wrong.”

“Jeff—Thomas, I like you. Like, really like you.” Alex had to fight to not gag on the words. “I like… I like your hair and your muscles and how you’re the only one who can keep up with me in debates. And your laugh is really kinda cute and you’re so smart and I just like you okay?”

Alex was shocked at the words that had come out of his mouth. He had never thought of Jefferson in any of those ways before, but now that he had said them, he wasn’t sure he was lying. Jefferson was very intelligent, and Alex always enjoyed their debates. And now that he thought about it, his hair was pretty nice and his laugh was pretty cute, and wow, was he built.

Thomas’s face was as red as Alex’s. There was a hopeful gleam in his eyes, which confused Alex.

“Is it—Can I kiss you?” Jefferson asked quietly.

Alex nodded, surprised and Jefferson hesitantly moved in. Once their lips touched, he became less hesitant and Alex realized with horror that he was actually enjoying it.

“Wow,” Alex breathed when they pulled apart.

“Yeah,” Thomas agreed.

Alex started to move in for another kiss, but the mood was shattered by a loud “HOLY SHIT.”

Alex looked on in terror as his friends emerged from around the corner.

“I can’t believe you went through with it,” John said.

Lafayette shook his head. “I suppose you get your new laptop after all.”

Alex tried to wave them away, to do anything to get them to stop, but his words weren’t working. He turned back to Thomas, whose eyes were filled with hurt and possibly tears.

“Y-you said all that to get a new laptop?” he whispered.

“Thomas, I—”

Thomas shook his head and turned back into his apartment, closing the door to cut Alex off.

Alex turned back to his friends, who had fallen silent. For once Alex had nothing to say to them. He only gave them a disapproving shake of the head as he trudged past them and back to their apartment, where he locked himself in his and John’s room for the rest of the night.

OT4 Nonsense:

So I literally snorted up my tea when I saw @hchano new comic http://hchano.tumblr.com/post/153530935946/boy-you-have-no-idea-bonus-scene-more

and I couldn’t resist writing a follow up drabble for my OT4: 


::Nino and Alya walking home later that day::

“Hey Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“You think Mari’s cute right?”

“Duh.”

“Like you can appreciate that she is an objectively attractive person who happens to also be your best friend.”

“Uh huh.”

“And you can see where the attraction would be in being involved with her without actually needing to pursue anything further because you’re best friends.”

“Are you worried that I am going to leave you for Marinette?”

“No! I am just saying that you can be in a perfectly platonic relationship and still have a deep appreciation for her as an attractive and desirable potential life mate.”

“Yes.”

“And that doesn’t make you gay.”

“No.”

“Great.”

“Because I’m Bi.”

“… shit.”

“Is this about your crush on Adrien?”

“What? No! Who said anything about that! I never said… did he say something? Because I haven’t said… I mean, what crush on Adrien.”

“God damn it honey you couldn’t have held out for two more weeks? Now I owe Mari dinner AND movie tickets.”

“You two were betting on me developing feelings for my best bro behind my back?”

“What do you mean developing, you and Adrien have been low key dating since November, we were betting on how long it would take you to notice.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“Honey, you pack him lunches.”

“That’s because Nathalie has him on this disgusting all natural diet plan! Of course I have to make sure he’s fed!”

“And what about the fact that you text him first thing every morning?”

“I text you too! You love my morning wake up texts! It’s not my fault that neither of you can be bothered to go to sleep at decent hours like normal people and someone has take care of you bo- oh my God I’m dating Adrien.”

anonymous asked:

McCree and Hanzo(separate) flirting with an s/o who has self-esteem issues and dont think that they would ever be an object of attraction to men like them? ALSO I LOVE YOUR WRITING A LOT

THANK YOU, ANON (・∀・ )

McCree:

  • “Sweetheart you are more than a pretty little thing. You are absolutely gorgeous”
  • When he flirts with his S/O he will sit close to them, shoulders brushing together or his warm arm wrapped around his S/O’s shoulders as he tells anyone who is around them how beautiful his S/O is.
  • In private McCree speaks with a serious tone, especially during those moments when his S/O really feels down.
  • “Darling don’t ever think that you aren’t attractive. Don’t you realise how you grab the attention of many without doing a thing but batting those pretty eyes of yours? Damn, I can barely take my eyes off of you.”
  • This cowboy will reassure them over and over through his actions and words that his S/O is so beautiful they only attract the best things in life.

Hanzo:

  • He isn’t much with words but his style of flirting will often be seen through his actions.
  • Hanzo will often smile gently at his S/O, brushing a piece of hair out of their face and with a serious tone say, “My love, you are so beautiful you don’t even see it yourself.”
  • Lots of hand holding in general. 
  • Sometimes Hanzo may not speak words of love to his S/O but it is not because he doesn’t care but he believes that saying anything at the right time and when it really means most is how he functions.
  • When Hanzo and his S/O are alone together he loves to hold their body against his chest and relax. Hanzo will gently kiss his S/O’s shoulders, neck, jaw, and then the lips.
  • Hanzo doesn’t like it when his S/O brings themselves down so Hanzo takes it into his own hands to tell them exactly what they need to hear.
  • “You are far too beautiful. Too beautiful I almost have to keep you away from the prying eyes of everyone.”

~Mod Rose

edierone  asked:

She made a vow on her 30th birthday never to wear cruddy underwear again -- good bras, fitted anew every year; matching panties; better-quality pantyhose -- and she's never been gladder of that than she is right now.

“Scully….”

She’s heard him use her surname in so many ways, from Scully, I need you to Scully, you know that isn’t true to though I once wanted more, Scully, all I want now is for both of us to feel a sense of peace, but now, the longing has been replaced with lethargy, the admiration with disdain; he says her name like it’s a muttered curse, like he’s dismissing her, like her ask is so incredulous that even he doesn’t believe it could happen.

Facing off at separate sides of a bedroom he hasn’t been sleeping in, she stands bare, he clothed and showered for the first time in longer than she wants to recall. Six days, the masochistic part of her mind reminds her, yet still, she watches his gaze with scrutiny, with diligent, analytical eyes; though he can go months without shaving, can leave food out to rot and can waste away in his office with only the internet and millions of newspaper clippings to keep him company, she’s the one who has to worry if she’s still attractive. Objectively, she knows she is, enough new colleagues going through the so, no ring? motion with her that she has concrete proof of it, but as she stands before him, her willowy body bare save for the expensive and elusive periwinkle lace over her breasts and hips, she genuinely wonders if her physical form has any appeal to him anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he says disingenuously, breaking their silent duel and heading out of the bedroom, back down to that wretched couch. Momentarily, she wonders what would happen if she sold it, but selling it would require keeping him off of it for a longer length of time than he often goes without it. “Not tonight.”

So she stands there alone, the dingy bedroom lights making her feel more naked than she actually is, an uncomfortable chill snaking up her vertebrae as she remembers how he said that the last time she asked, and the time before that, and the time before that.

There’s this myth that we really buy into – that I bought into for a lot of my youth – that you could not be loved or be the object of sexual attraction [if you weren’t thin]. That’s one of the things I love most about Eleanor and Park – seeing the switch in POV from Eleanor to Park. Because Eleanor is sitting there thinking horrible things about herself, what a monster she must look like. And then you switch to Park and he’s just like “Oh my GOD, HER ZIPPER” and you know, like, YES. That’s just as empowering as any attempt to be like, “love yourself” – actually experiencing that [desire] is something that doesn’t happen for a lot of young women and girls until they get older, and then they realise all these things the culture is telling us is a lie.
—  Leigh Bardugo (source)
A man who disrespects a woman to whom he is not attracted makes obvious that he believes a woman’s sole purpose is to be an object of attraction to him – that conventional attractiveness (thinness) is the ONLY marker of a worthy woman and that a woman who does not fulfill her primary obligation of turning him on is therefore not worthy and has no value.