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pretty girl rules xoxo

DISCLAIMER BEFORE YOU READ THIS: these are for myself, i am not promoting eating disorders or asking anybody to abide by these rules. stay safe please!
˚✧₊⁎ diet
. no more than 1200 cals, if you go over this limit you must fast for one day.
. avoid animal products as much as possible
. if you wouldnt eat it in public, why would u eat it in private?
. skip snacks
. drink 2l of water a day
˚✧₊⁎ lifestyle
. be nice!
. do your nails
. save money
. no visible body hair (arms are the only exception)
. do not complain - be grateful
. skin and hair care is key to a glowing girl
. exercise unless you are sick
˚✧₊⁎ style
. wear tight clothes so you can’t hide any fat
. don’t overdose on makeup, it’s not everything
˚✧₊⁎ education
. participate in class
. do your homework at school or as soon as you get home
. maintain your grades and keep them high
. study at home
˚✧₊⁎ misc
. if you find something triggering, save it and keep it for later
. keep your blog and social media active, its not hard
. avoid food when you are not at home
♡ ♡ ♡

anonymous asked:

1 100% bet that Will is the type of person who, if you dare him to do something, he will do it. No matter what. "I bet you cant steal Chiron's private stash of snacks" "watch me" "I bet you cant sneak into Percy's cabin while he is sleeping and (1)

Draw a mustache on his face" “I can and I will” “I bet you cant kiss Nico di Angelo and admit that you like him” “…yOU KNOW WHAT WATCH ME” and thats how it happened (2)

this…. is iconic

What Happens At Midnight: Chpt 1 - a bucky barnes fic

Here it is. The first fic I’ve written in 4 years. Based on a prompt from @sbcpsychmajor in which Bucky realizes he likes a girl so mUST AVOID HER.

I think I’ll make it a chaptered story if there is any interest :)

3,184 words - Chpt 1/?

Bucky Barnes/OFC

Rated PG-13 for language, romance (Rated M for later chapters)

Originally posted by morefelton


Scarcely lit by the open refrigerator door, cool kitchen tiles began to permeate the thin flannel where Bucky sat cross legged with his jar of peanut butter and bag of apples. The short blade in his hand cut off another large wedge which he dipped into the jar, licking each sticky finger after the bite. Through the noise of chewing he failed to hear the soft padding of bare feet entering the kitchen. It wasn’t until his company rounded the island that he scrambled to his feet, sending apples rolling and knife held firmly at his side.

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