princess stuck

anonymous asked:

WHY DID YOU ALSO TELL ANGEL SENPAI! WHAT THE HELL HOW DOES SOMEONE WITH NO TALENT WHAT'S SO EVER AND SUCKS WITH DESIGNS EVEN GET ANYONE TO FOLLOW I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS YOU JUST A STUCK UP PRINCESS! YOU ARE ALSO A THEIF STEALING THE CHARACTERS FROM US! WE GET TO CHOOSE WHO GETS SHIPPED NOT YOU GUYS! WE FOLLOW YOU SO YOU OWE IT TO US!

I will take that as a yes no need to shout oh dear if i knew you would react this way i wouldnt have asked if  i knew it would have upsetted you also wait …you are telling me you own the characters the creators made ??? im so confused >.> 

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-katherine henson

okay but imagine if allura had a girlfriend before galra’s attack, 

imagine if she was an altean soldier, 

imagine if she was the one who teached allura all the fighting techniques and etc, 

imagine if she was the first person ever that allura truly has fallen in love with,

imagine allura losing her and thinking that she will never be able to love someone as much as she did her

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Designs for my OCs Azriel, Yuma and Elias. I’ve got a rough idea of their backstories but they all live as courtesans in the royal palace.

How To Ask For Money On a POT Date....

One of the most highly requested question I get and that i see is how to obtain money on a POT date. Well, I’m here to answer :)

1) How to ask for money on a POT date? You DON’T

One of the biggest complaints when talking to SD’s is that their biggest turn off is when a girl comes across as “too greedy” “too desperate” “only about money” 
Yes, I know. If he can’t pay to be a Sugar daddy then he shouldn’t be one… 
Yeah, but your stuck up princess attitude is why you’re not getting past texting a POT or a second date. But that’s okay! :) WE’RE going to fix this together. Knowledge is power and your SD’s have a lot of it. You can’t treat them like guys our age, they’re stupid but not AS stupid as we want them to be. They can see through your bullshit.  

2) Men like to INVEST 

If your SD wanted an escort, he’d go looking on a different site other than SA. My mother and I know your mother or some female in your life has told you not to give a man everything too fast because if they don’t feel like they’re investing into you whether it be time, money or whatever, what are you to them? Nothing, a fling. So BE the investment they want. As a Sugar Baby, it your job to give them the companionship as well as the physical things they desire. We bullshit feelings and make them feel WANTED. Make them WANT to spend money on you because you’re a diamond in the rough. So have a vanilla job, go to school and AT LEAST have goals. The more independent you seem, the more dependent you’ll make them on wanting to be with you and spend money on you. 

3) Act 10 years older than you are but still be yourself. 

That is one of my biggest compliments that I get. “You look 23 but you act 35.” This isn’t connotation to be old and boring, it’s a “you’re not going to be drama for me and I like that.” Men are visual creatures. They want the cute, sexy 20 something look but they don’t want to deal with the immaturity of your actual age. It’s all about body language. Don’t slouch, cross your legs, keep eye contact, smile often, don’t interrupt and DO NOT get out your phone!

4) Bring up your goals to insinuate financial need. 

There’s a thing called subliminal hints to bring up financial needs. “Once I’m able to move out, I’ll hopefully be able to be your travel companion!” 
“I love people, hence why I’m in nursing school and I work on the weekends. I know being with you could really help me take the stress off.” 

Not only are you stating that you’re diligent in your work ethic, but you’re making it about them.  Most of these guys want to see you happy and know that they’re money is going to a good purpose towards your future, it makes them feel accomplished. This is why good SD’s will spoil you with gifts, they LOVE that affirmation that they did a good job.

5) Ask yourself, what kind of guys are your searching for? 

In all personal opinion, I’ll go search for guys on SA myself. Financial requirement for me are MINIMUM $300,000. I’ve found that their allowances are usually a few grand. If they have SEX ANYWHERE on their profile, I swipe left. “I want someone kinky and sexy….bedroom…” EW GROSS It’s bad enough that I may have to be intimate with your nasty ass, don’t make me visualize suffering prior to meeting. If they’ve had a prior arrangement before, score. They usually know how this works. 

A GOOD SD WILL COMPENSATE YOUR FOR YOUR TIME! Remember this. If you’re going on a free POT date, he’s not a good SD. YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TO ASK FOR MONEY! <——Key.   

If you have any more tips, leave them in the comments below and help each other! This is why I LOVE the sugar baby community. <3

Hope this helps. xoxoxo

 (sbmisstaylor)

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Tiana + Black Skin, White Masks by Frantz Fanon

Edge of Seventeen (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Requested by a lot of people, begging for a badboy!Ethan.
Word Count: 2,771
Warnings: None.
A/N: I kid you not, I spent all night thinking about ideas for this fic and I ended up dreaming about badboy!E and I woke up so disappointed. I would recreate the dream if I could remember it but all I know is that it was hella good. Also, enjoyyyy xx (Title from Stevie Nicks’ Edge of Seventeen)

Picture edited by me.


There he was again. Ethan Dolan. The annoying, tattooed guy who liked to throw deadly glances at someone who stared a second too long at him, smirking when the person would scramble away. He was cocky, rude, had no good sense of humor and would hang out in the courtyard with his equally as annoying friends.

You tried to avoid him the best you could, not because you were scared of him. But because he was just annoying you so badly that you couldn’t stand to stare at his stupid face. Sure, he was attractive but the boy was bad news.

Ethan and you had classes together; three to be exact. So he knew who you were, same as you knew who he was. But you had never given him the benefit of the doubt whenever he tried to rile you up, only turning the other way and completely ignoring him. Maybe that’s why he enjoyed making your life a living hell, because you were probably the only one at the entire school who dared to defy him. Whereas you saw him as this troubled, young bad boy, he saw you as this pristine, stuck-up princess and that’s what he’d call you. Princess.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write adrienette (or some variation of the love square) with number 75?

~I’m weak for Marichat, so that’s the love square corner we get.~Tay

“Don’t you dare bite me, I’m mad at you!” 899 words

If you asked either Marinette or Chat Noir how it even started, neither would know what to tell you.

Neither would be able to tell when Chat’s occasional visits turned into frequent ones, or when the jokes about him being a stray cat turned into him acting like one when he was around Marinette, but soon, late night cookies and conversation turned into scratches behind Chat’s ears and him nuzzling beneath Marinette’s chin.

“Are you always this touchy—like tactile?” She’s asked one night. They were sitting on the floor of her bedroom, the light of her lamp turning the room orange. “I mean, even when you aren’t Chat Noir?” He thought for a long while before answering.

“No, but I don’t know if the difference has to do with me outside the mask, or with Chat, or if it’s some combination of the two. It’s not that I don’t like touch when I’m not Chat, it’s just… different, I guess? I mean, there’s not many people to get touch from.  Home is… I mean, I have my friends at school, but even that is pretty minimal. I think it’s why I like being around you so much. You fit my level of tactile.” He threw her a smile and she contemplated him for a moment before reaching out and scratching his ears.

“Silly kitty, just looking for scratches.”

“Especially if they come from you, Princess.” He leaned into her hand, and soon, they were both laying on the floor, Chat’s head on Marinette’s stomach and her fingers gently combing through his hair. They whispered about school and tv and the ladyblog until it was late at night and Chat’s miraculous began to beep. Chat groaned and Marinette giggled.

“Sounds like it’s time for a certain stray cat to make its way home.” Chat groaned, pressing his head into Marinette’s stomach. It startled a laugh out of her. “Chat, that tickles,” she hissed, pushing at his head with one hand. He slung a hand over her hip and refused to move. “Chat,”  she whined. She felt him smile into her belly.

“Yes, Princess?” he purred smugly. She suppressed a giggle.

“Move, you stupid cat, or I’ll have to get you with a water bottle.” He gasped, scandalized.

“You would insult me so? Punishing me like some hand-biting stray?” Marinette snorted around a laugh, and, despite his tone, she could feel Chat’s grin against her pajama shirt.

“Chat, you are some hand biting stray.” He suddenly sat up, and looked down at Marinette, who leaned up on her elbows.

“Princess, you wound me with your words.” He took one of her hands and pulled it to him. He kissed her knuckles gently. “But, if you are to see me as some hand biting stray,” he looked up from her hand to meet her eyes.

“You wouldn’t—"

“I should at least earn the title.” And with that, he bit the back of her hand. Marinette jerked her hand back with a snort of laughter, but pulled it too far, slamming her elbow into the hardwood floor. She groaned, clutching her elbow and rolling onto her side. Chat slapped a hand over his mouth to smother his laughter while Marinette swore at the floor, rubbing her elbow while trying to keep from laughing. Chat swallowed back his giggles, and reached out to Marinette, tugging her up into a seated position.

“Are you okay, Princess?” He asked. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Stupid cat,” she muttered. He smiled.

“Want me to kiss it better?” She laughed.

“I don’t trust your mouth,” she said with a smirk.

“Too clever?”

“Too many teeth.” Chat laughed and pulled her to him in a hug.

“I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to make you hurt yourself.”

“I really will get you with a spray bottle.”

“I could bite you again, you know,” he threatened. Marinette rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you dare bite me, I’m mad at you!” He leaned down and nuzzled under her chin.

“Not too mad, I hope.”

“I don’t know; you bit the hand that feeds you cookies. They specifically say not to do that.” Chat fell backwards in a dramatic swoon.

“Had I known that my chocolate chip cookies would be in danger I never would have bit you!” he cried. Marinette laughed and leaned over him.

“Serves you right, using me for free pats and cookies. And this is the thanks I get.”

“Marinette, you do know I appreciate you, right?” He asked, suddenly earnest.

“Oh, Chat of course. I was just joking, I didn’t mean to—“

“No, I know. I just wanted to make sure. I really do love spending time with you.” He smiled at her, and she smiled back. They looked at each other in the lamplight for a long minute before—

Beep!

Chat sighed.

“You should get going, Chaton,” Marinette said as she got to her feet, dusting off her pajama pants and offering Chat a hand.

“Why are you always right,” he asked, allowing her to pull him up. They both went out onto the terrace and Chat perched on the railing.

“Good night, Chat Noir.” Marinette said with a small smile.

“Good night, Marinette,” He responded, smiling in kind. He stood up on the railing and gave her a two-fingered salute, before pulling out his staff and bounding away across the city.

A little sentence goes a long way

A/N: I’m sorry if you guys don’t like what’s behind this but I just thought of something and I hope you guys don’t mind
~> Everyone makes fics of Anxiety being transgender and that’s why there’s no name
~> honestly though, I love the idea I had of Prince being the transgender one.
@the-prince-and-the-emo @analogically-prinxiety @princeyandanxiety @softlogic ________

Princess Allouette was the most gorgeous princess in all the land… or at least that’s what legend told. Then why did she suddenly go missing, her dresses crown and all left behind. No sign of struggle, so why was she gone? Why was Allouette gone leaving her father in true despair and her mother in a knowing suffer.

It was simple really, Princess wasn’t the right title for Allouette. So after a fight with her mother about not being a princess, Allouette saddled up her noble, cream coloured, stead and rode off in the night never to return to the Kingdom of Far away.

It wasn’t long before the Princess came to a stop, a fassionary in the kingdom of Way Far away. Having a peasant purchase her a princely outfit with money she handed him, she was satisfied with the purchase and gave the peasant boy enough money to feed him and his family for years to come.

Allouette changed into the outfit behind a barn, admiring the beauty of the outfit and how the jacket covered the feminine parts. Prince Roman was the title that had been decided upon for 10 years since a 6 year old realized they weren’t who people said they were.

Roman smiled at himself and got back on his horse before riding quickly, the dress in a bag to he burned at tonight’s fire. The fire never came though, Roman had found a door in the middle of a field that stop on its own. The world continues all around it. More field behind it and more field to the sides. It was a peculiar thing. A shaky hand touched the door knob and then opened the door, a room formed before his eyes. Allowing the Steed to do as it may, he entered the room and looked around. The room was how he had imagined his royal room would look had he been born a boy.

“Oh hi kiddo” A man was at the door on the other side of the room now, Roman froze next to the red bed with gold painted frame.

“Oh, my apologies, am I trespassing? It’s just the door..” Roman spoke urgently, not wanting to be beheaded just as he became who he wanted to be.

“No don’t worry kiddo, this door just showed up for us as well, it was a blank wall and then a door formed. I believe this room was waiting for you…” The man trailed off. They spoke for a few minutes, Roman mentioned nothing of his previous life.

“You said others…” Roman finally spoke up and the introduced Morality smiled.

“Yes others! Come with me” He takes Roman’s hand commenting on his it’s very soft and then dragging him to meet logan and Anxiety. After introducing the pair Roman waved hello.

“Patton? Who is this?"Logan questioned and nodded heating that Roman was the new rooms occupant. He wasn’t so confused now.

"He looks like a more stuck up Princess Allouette… but.. a dude.” Anxiety observes aloud. Roman blushed, already hating his old identity. The topic of The Disappearance of Princess Allouette spread like wildfire everywhere.

13 years later Roman had successfully hidden his past all these years, he owned many royal outfits, a few crowns, the room changed as he grew up and he gained quite the connection with Patton, though it was quiet right now. Nobody was awake,these times were when Roman judged his body in the mirror, how feminine it was and how much he hated it. He had found a binder and it worked wonders for his self esteem but when it was off, that’s when the dysphoria kicked in.

that’s when Roman started to feel like he’d never truly be a boy, never truly pass, no one ever would view him as a him, his body suck,  his face sucked,  he sucked. Roman’s mind would race with self depreciating remarks and comments. His mind would go like this until he fell asleep and then continued in small bits for the whole next day. Though one sentence always made him feel better.

They rarely ever said it, but there was those moments when he’d receive the simple phrase, no matter it’s form, of “You look handsome” it always brought him confidence.

Roman looked away from the mirror at last when when there was a knock on the door and Roman instantly wrapped a towel around his body, he was always used to know one being up he didn’t realize that his youngest brother was still awake

“Hey” Anxiety spoke as he opened the door and slipped in, noticing Prince’s demeanor instantly, the towel position next, and then the high bumps afterwards. “Uh, should I slip out while you uh” He clears his throat awkwardly. Roman sighed, he couldn’t keep his body hidden forever, his past hidden forever.

Roman shook his head but kept the towel on, Anxiety covered his eyes while Roman dressed. “Sorry for intruding,  I uh, just had a nightmare” Anxiety spoke and Roman smiled gently pulling Anxiety on to his bed.

“would hearing a story help?” Roman received a nod “once upon a time, in the land of Far Away. There lived a princess and her parents. Ever since the Princess was very young she never loved being called a Princess. The Princess known as Allouette despised her title, name, and who she was. When Allouette was 15 she took her horse in the middle of the night and ran away, leaving everything but some money behind. When she reached the kingdom of Way Far Away she gave a little peasant boy enough money to purchase her a prince outfit, when he returned with the outfit she gave him the rest of the money she owned and rode off once more. Allouette changed out of her dress and into the suit, before taking a chard of glass and chopping off her hair-”

“Like Flynn does to Rapunzel in tangled?” Anxiety interrupts and Roman nods smiling.

“-they chopped it shorter and shorter until they thought it looked proper like a prince and continued on their way. One day the new prince came across a field, the field was long and wide but right in the middle was a wooden door that you could walk all around but seemed to lead to no where at all until opened. The door lead to a room which lead to a house owned by the parts of a human. The prince soon took the name as Prince Roman Sanders, and he had three amazing brothers.  Patton, Logan, and his favourite was the youngest, Anxiety” Roman finished the story and Anxiety was smiling widely, the first time in a while.

Anxiety was the first to know and the only to know of Roman’s past. Everyday since then Anxiety would find a way to help Roman’s self esteem quietly. Calling him handsome, or telling him on their lonesome that Prince was really passing that day.

The moral of the story is: Tell a transboy he’s Handsome or how much he’s passing, it really help with their self esteem.

DC Comics character summaries Part 1:

TRUTHY MCJUSTICE:

1. Cinnamon roll.

2. Is from Krypton(the planet not the periodic element) but it got blewed up.

3. Raised by some farm people who are also cinnamon rolls.

4. Arch-nemesis is Mister Clean.

5. Back in the old days he had a new power every other issue.

6. Dies and then un-dies a lot.

7. The original supaheroh.

8. BFFs with BatDad. They prolly lowkey gay for each other tho.

9. Rly hard 2 kill.

10. Gets his powers with photosynthesis.

WARRIOR PRINCESS:

1. Usually stuck as the only girl.

2. DOES NOT HATE MEN. THE WHOLE POINT OF HER CHARACTER IS EQUALITY. GET THAT THRU UR THICK SKULLS. LOOKIN AT U BRUCE TIMM.

3. Lowkey bi.

4. The den mother.

5. Biggest badass in the history of badasses.

6. Super catchy theme song.

7. Her lasso is basically a glorified lie detector that can also be used as a weapon.

8. Her villains need more love.

9. Prolly secretly ships SuperBat and HalBarry.

10. IS FINALLY STARRING IN A MOVIE NEXT YEAR HOLD ME.

BATDAD:

1. Is an orphan.

2. Can’t stop adopting other orphans.

3. Hates clowns.

4. Very dramatic.

5. Seems everyone he cares about has died at some point. :/

6. Kinda emo.

7. Jerk with a heart of gold.

8. Names everything after bats for some reason? Like the bat-toilet, is that rly necessary?

9. Has like 4 sons who all look the same.

10. Does not eat nachos. Except he does, cuz everyone luvs nachos.

SHARKNADO:

1. Sexiest superhero alive tbh.

2. Superfriends highkey ruined his reputation.

3. He’s gettin’ a lot more love now tho.

4. Rules 70% of the planet. Get on his level people.

5. Communicates with marine life(”talks to fish” was too obvious).

6. Somehow makes orange and green look good together.

7. V badass.

8. Eveyone loves his hook hand but I think they need to bring the magic water hand back.

9. Gives no fucks.

10. Can control the sharks, but not the tornado.

MOLDY GREEN BEAN.

1. I’m highkey gay for him.

2. Typical str8 white boi except he’s actually bi.

3. People hate him simply because he wasn’t in the JL cartoon, which is literally the worst reason to hate a character ever.

4. He and Speedy Gonzales are highkey gay 4 each other but won’t admit it.

5. Space cop.

6. He lik 2 fly.

7. Human disaster.

8. Fucks everything up.

9. Deserves better treatment from both the writers and the fans.

10. Apparently the executives at WB hate him simply because his first movie was bad. It wasn’t even THAT bad, it was just “eh.”

SPEEDY GONZALES:

1. Ur too slow! Cum on step it up!

2. Adorkable cinnamon roll.

3. Took me forever to find a pic for him cuz most of the pics of google images were the TV show version.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

4. Also gets flack for not being in the JL cartoon, tho not nearly as much as his boyfriend.

5. Okay, I’m gonna say it-his canon love interest is a poor man’s Lois Lane.

6. I’m gay for him too.

7. His evil twin used some slightly confusing time-travel crap to kill his mom.

8. Good at cooking.

9. Can travel thru time and thru alternate dimensions/universes/timelines/whatever term u wanna use it’s all the same thing.

10. If the Rebirth reboot gets rid of his blond hair simply because neither of his live-action actors are blond I will legit kill someone.

TIN MAN:

1. Half the man he used to be.

2. Some people r still kinda salty about him replacing Marvin on the JL, but I think he brings a lot more to the team than Marvin. Not that I don’t like Marvin, cuz I luv Marvin, but still.

3. He’s like Iron Man except he’s not a pompous ass.

4. My son. I will protect him.

5. Needs an arch-enemy rly badly.

6. In fact, needs more rogues period.

7. Likes football.

8. Known for shouting outdated slang terms like “Booyah!”

9. Usually stuck as the only black guy, no matter what team he’s on.

10. Rly smart.

anonymous asked:

in 2nd grade our class read a book about a princess stuck in an arranged marriage and then at the end a kid admitted that her parents were an arranged marriage. everyone was horrified.

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