shirt stay

reasons to read Siren’s Lament:

abs

ABS

ABS PARTIALLY OBSCURED BY TEXT BUBBLES GDI

ABS IN PROXIMITY TO OTHER ABS

and mORE ABS

Bonus: Some butt cleavage

Long-ass SB/ho tips outline and I don’t even care

I’m on a roll today haha.  Been typing these out as I think of them all week, so here is a list of things in order of what I perceive to be least to most talked about:

1. Be able to leave at any time. You never know when you’re going to have to make a run for it or if you feel unsafe and need to bounce.  This includes:

  • Know your exits.  Not all places have the exit the same as the entrance.  Figure out where the exit is either before you walk in or as soon as you do.
  • Keep all your things as close together as possible.  Pretty easy if you’re in a public place, but if you are at a hotel or his house or something, try to either keep everything packed or all your things in one place.  This makes you look neat and organized too, or at least you can claim that if he calls you on it.
  • When you’re done brushing your teeth, pack away your toothbrush again.  This goes for everything.  When you use it, put it back.
  • Keep your dirty clothes folded next to your suitcase, if not in it.
  • Keep your purse on your person or with your things.  I usually put it on the nightstand so it’s easy to remember, and my clothes/rest of my things usually end up next to the bed anyway.  Take your bag to the bathroom, especially if there are things inside that reveal your identity if you don’t want him to see.
  • If you take off your clothes, leave them right-side-out.  If you don’t do it as you take your clothes off, just fix them as soon as they’re off.  Leave all your clothes in one place.  If you’re naked and need to run, this speeds up the process and you don’t look a complete mess when you get outside.
    • For your shirt, grab the bottom hem and pull it over your head.  Once the neck clears your head, take the hem of one sleeve and pull your arm out of it.  Then use that arm to hold both sleeves as you remove your other arm.  This leaves you holding both sleeves by the ends as the shirt hangs down and your shirt stays ready to be put on quickly.
    • For your pants, step on the hem with one foot to slide the other leg out.  Might be a little tough with skinny jeans or leggings, but try to pull from the bottoms and slide out instead of peeling them off your body.
  • Have the number for a local taxi service saved in your phone.  Or Uber, or a friend nearby, or whatever you feel like.  Don’t rely on him to get you home.
  • Pack a pair of flats if you can because running in heels is way too hard.
  • If you do need to leave, put on your underwear, then pants.  Don’t need to wear the bra.  Put on your shirt, grab your things and leave.  Run to the staircase–don’t risk the elevator in case a bunch of people with luggage hold it up long enough for him to find you there.  Go barefoot down the stairs, then put on your shoes after you’ve reached the bottom.  At this point you should be holding your purse and bra, maybe socks, jacket, heels if you packed flats, and jewelry.  As you walk to the door, put your jewelry and bra in your purse if you can.  Put socks in the heels, or hold them if you’re wearing the heels.  Get into the taxi.  Put your bra on around your stomach, then pull it up under your shirt so you’re wearing it like a strapless bra (you can fix this later if you want).  Put on your socks if you have them.  Double check that you grabbed everything.  Get home safe.

2. Have a safe place to go to if needed.  This is anywhere very public and preferably somewhere you cannot be followed.  Know how to get there from wherever you are.

  • If you have a membership at a gym, they usually check membership cards at the door. 
  • If you are military/dependent, go on base. 
  • Go to your place of work and hide in the break room.  If your coworkers ask, say it was a Tinder date gone wrong and this creepy old guy is following you.
  • Worst case scenario, go to the bathroom in a public place.  Enlist the help of other women in there/call the hostess of the restaurant or a nearby store and explain the situation.

3. Put your phone on airplane mode.  Turn WiFi and location off.  I’ve seen it mentioned before where people pop up as Facebook suggestions.  If you spend a lot of time in the same area as someone, Facebook knows.  Even with location off, it can tell your location via WiFi access point and which cell your phone is connected to.  Turning off location and WiFi will help, but you need to disconnect your phone from service to block that avenue too.  I would say turn your phone off entirely, but my phone takes 6 million years to power on, so that could be dangerous in an emergency.  Turning off airplane mode can allow you to reconnect quickly to service.  (This is also useful because then your phone won’t be buzzing and stuff.  No distractions.)

4. Tell a friend where you’re going and what time you expect to be back.  Keep them updated with changes.  Even if they don’t respond, having it in writing somewhere can keep you safe if anything happens.  Message me where you’re going if you don’t have anyone else idgaf.

5. Ask for everything upfront.  Whatever you agreed on (cash, gifts, dinner, whatever), make sure you get it first.  I feel like everyone on Tumblr already knows this, but maybe one person will read this who hadn’t read it elsewhere and it’ll help.

6. Keep these things in your bag.

As always, add stuff I didn’t think of if you have anything!  Stay safe and may the sugar gods bless you all.

domestic/family starter prompts
  • “Just a little while longer.”
  • “Can you come tuck me in?”
  • “Come on, I’ll tuck you in.”
  • “Did you sleep okay last night?”
  • “C’mon, read me something! Just like old times.”
  • “Is that my shirt?”
  • “Can we stay in tonight?”
  • “Will you stay with me?”
  • “Shh, it’s okay.”
  • “Go to sleep, go to sleep.”
  • “Hold my hand.”
  • “C’mere, it’s alright.”
  • “You’re fine.”
  • “You’re apart of the family.”
  • “Hug?”
  • “Gimme a kiss!”
  • “Can I snuggle with you?”
  • “Your breakfast is getting cold!”
  • “Tickle, tickle, tickle!”
  • “I got you something!”
  • “No, go back to sleep.”
  • “What are you smiling about?”
  • “He’s such a downer.”
  • “Here, I’ll zip you up.”
  • “Do you want me to read to you?”
  • “I know a lullaby. Think that’ll help you sleep?”
  • “Turn around!”
  • “Your tie is crooked.”
  • “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
  • “Can we get a dog?”
  • “I love you.”
  • “Time for your bath.”
  • “You first.”
  • “Lemme wash your hair.”
  • “Stop squirming!”
  • “My turn!”
  • “Mind if I move a bit closer?”
  • “Can I stay the night?”
  • “Don’t you dare go outside without a coat.”
  • “They forgot to flush!”
  • “Come here!”
  • “Mom! They’re being mean!”
  • “Dad! They’re being mean!”
  • “Help! They’re being mean!”
  • “Think we can play a board game later?”
  • “Don’t be so mean to them, you understand me?”
  • “Watch your tone!”
  • “Here. I’ll do it for you. Give me the tie.”
  • “Don’t slam the door!”
  • “Eat your greens.”
  • “Stop playing with your food.”
  • “Your room looks like a cyclone ran through it.”
  • “Happy Birthday!”
  • “They sing like a goddamn crow.”
  • “Don’t sass me, young lady.”
  • “Don’t sass me, young man.”
  • “Don’t sass me, little one.”
  • “I don’t like kissing them.”
  • “I was gone for ten fucking minutes!”
  • “Read to me.”
  • “What is going on?”
  • “You’re crazy, but I like that.”
  • “Hey, watch out for them, okay?”
  • “I got the last slice of pizza. I’m gonna have to throw it up for you to get it.”
  • “We’re out of milk again!”
  • “Who wants a hearty breakfast?”
  • “Back in my day….”
  • “They’re my annoying younger sibling.”
  • “We don’t need another kid.”

John leaving soft little kisses on Sherlock’s forehead in the morning before going to clinic and Sherlock tugging at his shirt and mumbling to stay him for a bit more . So John lies beside him until he falls asleep again and then leaves for the clinic and then he can’t even concentrate in there because all he can think about s the crinkle in his shirt where Sherlock grabbed him in the morning and there is this stupid grin on his face the whole day. And then there is a text on his phone : “Why is there no scientific way of wearing a particular scent as perfume. I wanna wear you the whole day. Needs some research. - SHW”

John just smiles fondly and maybe blushes a little at the text and then sun reflects on the gold band of his ring finger he feels content like never before. 

i’m only posting half because i started crying like in the middle of the bridge and this is already bad enough yall didnt need that! but ive absolutely fallen in love with this song and i wanted to see how my voice would go with it (’: love u michael

this was supposed to be part of the pjo/hoo “draw your fav character in what youre wearing rn” chain (which is why franks shirt is so short on him lmfao) but then it became a “my girlfriend got me into homestuck and now i cant escape” picture so 

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Ya’ll know I’m not one to cry “misogyny” at every turn. All I’m saying is, the people who design the Spencers T-shirts want you to stay single for a very long time.

I’ve Got You, I Promise: Part 2

Originally posted by sensualquotes

*This gif ???? I’m dead. Evan Peters can comfort me any day.

Peter Parker x Scared/Clingy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After being captured and unable to be found for months, Peter and the rest of the Avengers locate you. When you return back, your only need is Peter’s safety and comfort. 

Word Count: 1899

Warnings: language, depressed reader, clingy, fluff, panic attack, knives, blood, sad stuff, loving Peter. (pls let me know if I missed any). 

A/N: I always upload my fics at an ungodly hour, literally it is 3:20 AM. Anyway, for the wonderful @farfromjustordinary​, I hope I did this justice! This is how I sort of deal with my issues, so everyone is different. Please let me know if you guys enjoyed reading this second part! This is my first time creating a second part on a fic, so I’m excited to hear some feedback. Alright, I’ll stop blabbering. Enjoy!

Part 1


After spending some time nuzzled in the crook of Peter’s neck, you fall back asleep. Peter had to leave a little while after you fell asleep though, to train with Steve and Sam.

When you woke up, you were drenched in sweat and visibly shaking like you’ve been outside in a blizzard for hours. Once you realized Peter had left you, the panic really started to set in.

Where did he go?

Did Hydra take Peter?

Oh, no. No, no. 

Shit!

Where are you?!

PETER!

As you continued this cycle of paranoid thoughts, Peter walks in, equally as drenched in sweat, if not more.

He takes in your state, eyes widening. “Y/N, h-hey, you okay?” Peter stutters, worry evident in his voice.

Opening your mouth with nothing coming out, you whimper, causing Peter to dart towards you on the bed.

Even though you are both a sweaty mess, you don’t care. You latch onto Peter once his body lands on the bed, taking him by surprise. Your heavy breathing and shaking body lets him know you woke up from a nightmare. But he wasn’t there to help you.  

With an intense grip of Peter’s shirt, you mumble, “I…-uh, I-”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Y/N. I understand,” Peter interrupts.

With a nod of your head, you lean farther into his hold, absorbing his warmth and comfort.

How can someone be this warm and soft?

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Character Design is an important part of any movie, but few use it to map out character design as well as Howl’s Moving Castle

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  • Scout Aesthetics: Fresh laundry. Hot dogs for dinner. Cold pizza for breakfast. A really good haircut. A joke so funny that you cry. New shoes. The CRACK! of a baseball on a wooden bat. FOMO. Peppermint chewing gum. Runner's high. Your first crush.
  • Soldier Aesthetics: Pine trees. Cold dew on a summer morning. MRE's that don't taste like paper pulp. Cornfields as far as the eye can see. Screaming at the sky late at night. Turkey with stuffing. White bread in a plastic sleeve. Getting gum on your shoes.
  • Pyro Aesthetics: Scented candles and burnt popcorn. Fresh-cut daisies. Drawing with charcoal. Sun bleached bones. The smell of gasoline. Gel pens. Your favorite animated movie. The scapegoat. Not caring at all.
  • Demoman Aesthetics: Butterscotch and sulfur. Rolling meadows of grass. Sand in your shoes. Fried fish in a greasy newspaper. Fireworks on a warm summer evening. Wool turtleneck sweaters. Being double-dog-dared to swim in the lake during winter. The best hole-in-the-wall pub in the world.
  • Heavy Aesthetics: Dusty old books. Creaking floorboards. Fresh winter snow. A really good sandwich. Finding a new favorite novel. A handmade scarf. Getting a good grade on an assignment. First editions. Going to the natural history museum. Firmly believing why you were put on this earth.
  • Engineer Aesthetics: Breakfast foods. Campfires. The satisfying clicking of clockwork machinery. Reading bedtime stories aloud. T-shirts with math jokes on them. Tuning a guitar. Petting zoos. Knowing your limits. Learning about something that makes you really happy. A cool looking rock.
  • Medic Aesthetics: Antiseptic. Down comforters. Really round fluffy birds. Bad puns. Doing things because you can. Hot tea. Waking up before the sun does. Whistling. Dry cleaning. Fun facts about animals. Really strange nonfiction books. Windy winter days.
  • Sniper Aesthetics: Dirt and black coffee. Climbing a tree. People watching. Road trips. Going to bed and realizing you haven't spoken to anyone all day. Fairy bread. Getting caught in the rain. Really cool scars. Having a story for everything. Polarized lenses.
  • Spy Aesthetic: Vermouth and tobacco. Minimalist cuff links. Playing cards. Hair pomade. Silk ties. Your first love. A passing feeling of emptiness. Heels clicking on polished floors. Crusty dinner rolls with soft warm bread on the inside.
  • Pauling Aesthetics: Lavender hand soap. Gunpowder. Lilac polo shirts. Worn black denim. Staying up late and watching the home shopping channel because you can't sleep. Beat-up firearms catalogs. Telling your mother to return your birthday gift because your workplace has strict dress codes regarding clothing colors, even though you desperately need that new skirt. Finding drawings from when you were a child. Soft wool cardigans. Shiny silver knives. Yogurt with fruit. Hating and loving your job at the same time.
The Fourth Musketeer (Part 4)

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

Part one here    Part two here    Part three here

Requests: Dangit i cried so hard after reading part 3 of 4musketeers, you gotta write another part i dont think my heart can take an ending this harsh bc archie loves her so much and it breaks my heart pleaseeee

There’s gonna be a part 4 right? Oh god please don’t leave it like that 😭

Please do part 4

Do a part 4 please

In a day that started in me Bing reading Jughead images, I found and read all 4 parts of musketeers. And now I need more!!!!

Oh my gawd😱 can you please do another part in 4 Musketeers?! My mood swings bro! My mood swings have been permanently damaged.. lmao

Part four of musketeers please I’m dyeing here 😭😭

Please do a part 4 of “Four Mouseketeers”😭😭😭

I need a 4th part for the 4th musketeer its not a want its a necessity maybe can you add me to the tag list for this series. x

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: Reconciliations between (Y/N) and Archie don’t mean happy endings.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,469

A/N: I’m so thankful for all of your positive feedback for this series, enjoy!


Archie spent as much time as he could at Pop’s, choosing to sit in a booth that faced the entrance. He would sit there for hours and stare at the door.  Everyone knew why he was doing that, but no one wanted to mention it.  He didn’t need them to tell him; he knew it was hopeless. (Y/N) was not going to return to Pop’s.

Veronica Lodge felt extremely guilty.  She realized that maybe she shouldn’t have told Archie to go to Pop’s, even though he needed to confront her about his feelings.  Archie may have been ready, but it seemed like (Y/N) wasn’t.  That’s how Veronica found herself headed to the diner on a Tuesday night, knowing who she would find sitting in the same booth.

“Archiekins,” she cooed, settling onto the seat across from him, “you gotta snap out of this.  It’s my fault, I know, but you can’t let this destroy you.”

“Why not, Ronnie?” he questioned, and she saw his tear-clouded eyes.  “This is what I have to do to make up for being a horrible friend to (Y/N).  I don’t deserve to be her best friend, so why should I have expected her to want to be more?”

“You didn’t even know she was back,” Veronica comforted him.  “If I hadn’t told you to go to Pop’s, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“It’s good that this happened,” Archie waved her off.  “I needed to know she was back, I needed to tell her.  I just don’t deserve her.”

“That’s not true,” she argued.  He shook his head and turned his focus towards the door.  No one came in.  “I’ll fix this, Archie.  I got you into this mess, and I’ll get you out of this mess.”


(Y/N) was aware of the consequences of her actions.  She knew, as soon as she walked out of the diner, how Archie would respond.  They had been best friends for the first thirteen years of their lives, so she could predict how he would react to this heartbreak. However, she rethought her predictions when a raven-haired girl turned up on her doorstep.

“(Y/N), hi, I’m Veronica Lodge,” the girl introduced herself, sticking her hand out for (Y/N) to shake.  She hesitantly shook it.

“You were at the diner with Jughead and Betty,” (Y/N) recalled, and Veronica nodded.  (Y/N) stepped out onto her porch, closing the door behind her.  “What do you want?”

“Listen, I know what happened between you and Archie,” Veronica explained.

“Do you?” (Y/N) scoffed. “I think you don’t even know the half of it.”

“I know you two grew up together,” Veronica told her.  “I know you two fell in love, and I know that Archie never called you.”

“There’s a lot more to the story,” (Y/N) muttered.  Veronica crossed her arms and sighed.

“I talked to Jughead, Betty, Kevin, even Mr. Andrews.  I know how people other than Archie felt about you.  Archie’s dad told me about your parents and how you always stayed at the Andrews household when they would fight.  Jughead told me about how Archie wanted to ask you to the high school dance before you moved, and he told me about how you two were the most fascinating people in Riverdale.  He, Betty, and Kevin told me about how in love the two of you were.  And from what I’ve seen and heard, it seems like you guys are still very much in love.”  (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably.

“You have no right,” her voice cracked slightly, and Veronica watched as she tilted her head towards the sky, attempting to not cry.  “You can’t just…”

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to help,” Veronica retracted.  “I’m the one who sent Archie to Pop’s.  He had told me earlier that day that he was still in love with you, and I thought you needed to know.  I thought it would be good for him to get it off his chest.”

“Well now look where we are,” (Y/N) smiled sarcastically.  “We’re on the verge of losing each other because we can’t communicate.”

“Then talk to him,” Veronica urged.  (Y/N) crossed her arms and pursed her lips.  “Talk to Archie, please.  I know he wants to fix this, and I’m pretty sure you do, too.”  (Y/N) stayed quiet for a moment, and Veronica expected for her to send her away.  But (Y/N) uncrossed her arms, still frowning, and sighed.

“Tell Archie to come over here tomorrow,” she instructed Veronica.  Veronica nodded.  “Tell him we need to talk.”


“You wanted to talk, (Y/N)?” Archie asked, tentatively standing on her lawn.  He gazed up at her as she stood at her doorstep; he didn’t want to come any closer until she signaled that it was okay.  (Y/N) grimly nodded and opened her door wider.  Archie walked into her house and glanced around, trying to picture how it looked before she moved.  It was much emptier now.

“It’s pretty empty, I know,” (Y/N) voiced Archie’s thoughts.  His head turned to face her, and he sent a small smile at her. “There’s not much to unpack.”

“It’s different,” Archie agreed.  (Y/N) awkwardly nodded as she hugged her arms to her chest.  “So you told Veronica to tell me that you wanted to talk?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “She showed up at my house yesterday and babbled about how we need to fix this.”

“We do,” Archie pointed out.

“I know,” (Y/N) sighed. Archie furrowed his eyebrows.

“You don’t want to?” he asked, frowning.  (Y/N) furiously shook her head.

“No, I do,” she immediately responded.  “I really want to fix this.  I just… I don’t know how.  I was gonna give it more time.”

“Do you want more time?” Archie questioned.  “If you’re not ready-”

“You’re here,” (Y/N) cut him off.  “You’re here, so we should do this now.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I-” (Y/N) faltered, unable to express what she wanted to say.  She grabbed Archie’s face and brought it towards hers, connecting their lips. He quickly responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss.  They pulled away, and (Y/N) placed her forehead against Archie’s.  He was grinning madly, but she only wore a small smile.

“You wanted more time to do that?” Archie softly laughed.  (Y/N) untangled herself from Archie’s arms and hugged herself again. “(Y/N)?”

“I didn’t want to…” she trailed off, swallowing her next words.  Archie took a step towards her and grabbed her hand.

“Didn’t want to what?” he asked.  “You didn’t want to kiss me?”

“I did,” (Y/N) assured him, placing the hand he wasn’t holding on his cheek.  “I really did, Arch, but I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“This isn’t hurting me,” he consoled her.  “Sure, after the diner incident I was upset, and I’m sure you were too, but we’re okay now.”

“No we’re not,” (Y/N) began to cry, so Archie wrapped his arms around her.  Her head was nestled into his chest.  

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not-” her voice was muffled by Archie’s shirt. “I’m not staying in Riverdale.”

“What?” Archie grabbed (Y/N) by the shoulders and held her so that he could look directly into her eyes.

“I might have to go back to New York,” she elaborated.  

“Why?”

“You still don’t know why I’m back,” (Y/N) sadly laughed.  When she saw the puzzled look on Archie’s face, she continued.  “My parents finally got divorced.  My mom wanted to move back here, so I decided to go with her.  But my dad still wants custody over me, so-”

“So you might have to go back,” Archie finished, sighing.  (Y/N) nodded.

“It’s not definite yet, but… they’re going to court next week.  And the chances aren’t in my mom’s favor, seeing as my dad’s a pretty good lawyer.”

“But what about you?” Archie pressed, and (Y/N) stared at him, confused by what he meant.

“What about me?”

“What do you want, (Y/N)?” he asked, drawing her slightly closer to him.  “Who do you want to be with?”

“I want to be with you, Archie,” she replied, stroking a hand across his cheek.  He closed his eyes as he relished in her gentle touch.

“So can’t you say that in court?” Archie questioned.  “Can’t you tell them that you want to stay with your mom here in Riverdale?  Isn’t that what this is all about?”

“It’s not that simple, Arch,” she sighed.  “Sure, I can give my preference and it might weigh the court towards my mom, but there’s more factors than that.”

“You’re going to stay here, (Y/N),” Archie assured her as he enveloped her in a hug.  “We will make sure you stay in Riverdale.”

“God I hope so, Arch,” (Y/N) sighed into his chest.  “I don’t want to leave you anymore.”

“You won’t ever leave me, (Y/N).  I will never let you go again.”

Part five here

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