so much plastic surgery

the most horrifying thing to hear as a person who has suffered abuse from their parents, is when people say that you resemble one of them.

i hate looking in the mirror and seeing my dads facial features. so much that i am saving up for plastic surgery, because i can only be beautiful, once people see no resemblance between my abuser and me.

The shape of you, here and now

Birthday fic for you @ladypigswagon. I know, I know. I’m really late, sorry T.T.

Stiles sees things he shouldn’t, dreams things that are impossible, that will never happen, things that he thinks could happen but don’t.

He sees his mother proud at his graduation from UCLA (NYU, Harvard, Yale, many others), disappointed when he chooses to not go to college at all and just travel around, interned and hateful, gone. Sees his dad healthy, sick, proud, disappointed, angry, happy, gone. He sees them still married, divorced, with other people, mourning. Sometimes he doesn’t see them at all.

Every time he dreams, he finds himself immersed in a world that is his but at the same time not. Sometimes he has siblings, sometimes he hasn’t; Sometimes he’s popular, sometimes he’s not; Sometimes he’s young, sometimes he’s old; Sometimes he’s innocent and naive, sometimes he’s jaded and amoral.

He’s human, a vampire, a fae, a merman, a fallen angel, a mage, a werewolf and other creatures he doesn’t have a name for. He’s a student, a thief, a lawyer, a policeman, an assassin, a secret agent, a doctor, a hacker and many, many other things and sometimes he’s nothing at all. He’s gay, bi, het, trans, ace, aro, non binary; he’s divorced, married, single, dating or none of those.

But whatever Stiles is, there’s always one thing that never fails to be there with him in one capacity or another, and that invariably makes his life better in some way: Him.

Sometimes Stiles meets Him as a kid, sometimes as an adult. Sometimes Stiles is the adult and He is the child. Sometimes they’re both adults, sometimes they’re both children. Sometimes Stiles needs help, sometimes it’s the other way round. Sometimes neither of them needs help, sometimes both of them need it. Sometimes they’re dating, sometimes they’re married, sometimes they’re friends. Sometimes He takes Stiles in, sometimes Stiles raises Him.

But whatever -wherever, however, whoever- Stiles is and whatever -wherever, however, whoever- He is, they always love each other in one way or another.

Which is why when one morning Stiles -ten year old school boy, unpopular, still unsure about his sexuality but very sure of being a he, dead mother, alive-alcoholic-workaholic-mourning father, he reminds himself because sometimes he can’t remember who exactly he is when he has just been a could have been- wakes up to a newspaper with a front page about a fire with His face on it as the only survivor of those inside the house, he doesn’t even think twice about getting to the hospital and sneaking inside.

Peter. His name is Peter Hale.

The moment he manages to catch sight of Him, the dreams stop and Stiles doesn’t see things that he shouldn’t anymore.

(He doesn’t know how to feel about that.)

Stiles wonders if his Peter is something else. He’s seen him as a trickster, a vampire, a demon, a merman, a fallen angel and many things more, but more often than not, he was either human or a werewolf. It’s not that he particularly cares (Peter is his whichever the form or shape he comes in), but it would be really convenient if he was some type of being that had accelerated healing.

Stiles looks at Peter’s scarred face thoughtfully. It’s not that he cares about his appearance (for all he minds, he could be completely disfigured or mangled, he has been before… Stiles has been too), it’s that he he knows that it will be difficult for him and a constant reminder of what happened when he wakes up and plastic surgery only does so much.

And wake up he will no matter what the doctors say. Whether it is because of his dreams or because he has some kind of precognitive ability, he can’t tell, but Stiles just knows.

Something chimes at the end of the hallway and unconsciously he looks at the clock. He sighs sadly at what he sees. He hid inside a toilet until night came to be able to stay after visit hours because his dad has a night shift today and won’t notice him gone. However, if he wants to make it home before Stilinski senior does, he has to go now.

“See you later, Peter,” he murmurs before letting go of the man’s lax hand and slipping out.

Stiles wonders if all those other Stileses were real, if they too dreamt about him before finding their Peter.

(He misses it. Did they miss it too afterwards?)

Every day, at one point or another, Stiles makes his way to the hospital. Sometimes before school, sometimes right after, sometimes at night, but every single day without fail because he lives in fear of Peter waking up and finding himself alone.

Sometimes Stiles reads to him. He tries things that he thinks Peter would find interesting, things that other Peters liked, things that have words he struggles to pronounce and whose meaning he has to look up later to understand.

Sometimes he sings to him. He hums popular songs that he likes, lullabies that used to calm him as a little kid before everything changed, tunes that he comes up with on the spot.

Sometimes he talks to him about anything and everything. His dreams, his dad, his mother, his classes, what he likes, what he doesn’t, what he wishes that could be.

Sometimes he just sits there and holds Peter’s hand.

Peter finally wakes up at nearly 3am on the 24th of August. The man eyes him blank-faced and Stiles isn’t sure if he’s actually seeing him. He holds his breath, hoping that he recognizes him, that he has been seeing, dreaming things like Stiles. The moment is broken, though, when Stiles has to hide under the bed when a nurse appears and then has to beat a hasty retreat before the doctor on call comes too and finds the sheriff’s son where he shouldn’t be with a person he shouldn’t even know to begin with.

Back at home, he can’t sleep. He tosses and turns again and again until it’s a normal enough hour to justify being up on his summer vacation. Then he makes an excuse about seeing some friends that he doesn’t have and rushes to the hospital again.

He enters the room tentatively and finds Peter sitting in a wheelchair just by the open window. He veritably shakes with nerves, his heart jackrabitting in his chest so loud that he bets that even if his Peter is fully human, he can hear it.

Peter’s eyes are closed like many times before when Stiles stops by his side and his heart thunders even more, feeling a wet and cold sensation taking over him. No. Nononono.

“Peter?” he whimpers and gets no response. “Peter?” he tries again, desperate, and nothing.

Stiles cries.

Big fat tears slide down his cheeks as he shakes violently, trying to keep himself from sobbing out loud and attracting unwanted attention. It’s ok, he tells himself as he wipes his face, it’s ok. This changes nothing. He bites his lip and then takes deep shuddering breaths, hugging himself until he feels he can contain himself. Then, he takes off his packpack to take out Birdsong, by Sebastian Faulks, which is the book he has been reading to Peter this week. As he does so, he reaches to squeeze his hand before starting to read.

I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw-

“While I appreciate the effort, I hate that book,” a very raspy voice says and Stiles lets out a startled eep, said book flying forward and going out the window before he can stop it.

Stiles turns around in his seat very slowly, too scared to be hopeful. He’s greeted by the sight of a Peter that is fighting to keep awake, his eyes nearly half-lidded. Stiles swallows thickly, trying to remind himself that just because he is Peter’s, it doesn’t mean that Peter is Stiles’ yet, that he can’t just throw himself at the man and never let go.

“Well, it’s good that the possibility of continuing that just flew out the window then,” he pipes and Peter’s lips tug upwards minutely. “Hi, Peter.”

“Hello, Stiles.”

[NEW] My 20 year old Idol Husband - A BTS Fanfic

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant. 

All Chpts: #My20YearOldIdolHusband

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Jealous: Part Four

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Jonghyun did plastic surgery? I've seen people call him a plastic surgery 'monster' and the 'male version of Park Bom' but it honestly upsets me so much. I believe that Jonghyun didn't do any plastic surgery expect that one time he got a nose surgery because of that car accident (but I don't think you can count that). Sure, Jonghyun has changed a lot since debut but mainly his skin got lighter and that's about it. If people would only look at his PreDebut Pictures they'd understand.

this is a sensitive topic but my general opinion on plastic surgery is: no one should be judged for getting or wanting to get plastic surgery. as long as it’s a decision that the person getting it made for themselves (and not one that they were forced into) it’s fine. people who try to use a person’s plastic surgery as an insult against them are both cruel and vain. (case in point: all of the gross comments that are made about park bom.) i don’t want to go much further into this, but what i will say is: you’re right that he has changed much since either predebut or debut. all you have to do is compare recent photos with any from either timeline and it’s obvious. he got his nose done after he broke it in a car accident in 2013 but i don’t consider that plastic surgery. any other speculation that people make about him (or any of the other members, for that matter) regarding plastic surgery often doesn’t take into account the following: aging, contouring / styling when wearing make up, weight gain and loss, hairstyling (because this can actually change a person’s look a lot, contrary to popular belief - look at how much sharper jonghyun’s features looked in early 2009 vs. late 2009 simply because of his change in hairstyle), so on and so forth. 

and his skin hasn’t really gotten lighter - at least not overall. his complexion has always been darker, but if you ask anyone who has a darker skintone it’s not rare for skin to look lighter during winter time or if the person in question hasn’t been spending much time out in the sun. (example: our jonghyun with his room entirely decorated in black that apparently has no windows in it.) plus: whitewashing in fantaken and official photos is a thing. trust me. i’ve seen shinee twice in the last year, most recently in march, and he’s tan. 

You know what’s really fucking disturbing, and also shows how toxic femininity is? And the white beauty standards? About 90% of cosmetic surgery is done on women.

And here’s some more disturbing facts about cosmetic surgery: it’s becoming very popular in South-Korea, especially among women, to have extreme facial surgery. They change the shape of their face, get smaller noses and larger and rounder eyes, to look like the typical “pretty Korean girl”. Also, it’s the country in th world with most cosmetic surgery per inhabitant.

In India, surgeries to extend the length of legs is becoming increasingly popular. They say it’s an attempt to better careers and marriage. The surgeries are extremely painful. They break the leg bone and stretch the leg longer, then the gap in the bone is supposed to grow back. Bones that don’t grow back can end up having to be amputated.

All over the world, women have surgeries done on their faces, butts, tummies and tits. Iran is among the top countries in the world for cosmetic surgeries. Especially nose surgery, which is awfully common among women of color. (Now I’m white so I don’t have very much to say about this, but I thought it was important to mention that in this post).

Oh yeah, and let’s not forget the many different surgeries women get on their vaginas and vulvas, labia reduction and those things. They can cause serious complications.

So yeah. Is there much more to say?

Yesterday I had my surgery. I’m hot gonna lie, I am absolutely miserable. My doctor said he removed 23 lbs of just extra skin, not including the liposuction to my back!

My legs feel like jelly. I was so out of it I passed out and fell on the ground at the hospital after walking maybe 6 steps.

Please continue to send me positive vibes, and I promise I will respond to messages when I’m not in as much pain.

I love you guys, and thank you so much for all of the support! ❤️

"How to Look Asian": Yellowface as Fashion Needs to Stop

Several weeks ago, I had an extremely painful and frustrating conversation with an acquaintance. The topic of the discussion was yellowface. If you’re unfamiliar, yellowface is the act of a non-Asian (but more often than not, white) person dressing up and/or putting on make-up to present themselves as Asian. Historically, it’s been used in comedy. Mickey Rooney as I.Y. Yunioshi in Breakfast at Tiffany’s is probably the most famous portrayal of yellowface in Hollywood. Sadly, it’s still an extremely common practice in American film and TV today. A few examples in only the past few years include the movie, Cloud Atlas, and the television show, How I Met Your Mother.

Instances of whitewashing, or hiring white actors to fulfill a role that specifically calls for a person of color, can also be considered blackface, brownface, and yellowface. Often, Hollywood chooses to take a story that specifically addresses Asian struggles and contorts or erases it completely so that a white protagonist may take over. The message is simple and could not be clearer: Your stories are not worth hearing unless you are white.

Today, I’m not talking about Hollywood or the mass media. I’m talking about normal, everyday people. People of color are often treated as costumes – as nothing but mere fashion accessories rather than human beings. That’s why “Geisha” and “Native American” (in quotes because they do not accurately represent what they claim to) costumes are still so popular every Halloween. An alarming trend I’ve noticed is that it’s becoming fashion to fetishize Asian people and East Asian cultures. White people even often attempt to “look Asian” (whatever that means) because they believe us to be cuter, prettier, or more darling. It just takes a quick search on youtube or google to see what I mean. Try it out. Click on a link. Watch as young white women lament the fact that they aren’t cute and doll-like as their Asian friends.

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I think you’re all fucked in the head. We’re 10 hours from the fucking hideout and you wanna bail out! Well I’ll tell you something. This is no longer a task. It’s a mission. It’s a mission for fun. I’m gonna have fun and you’re gonna have fun. We’re all gonna have so much fucking fun, we’ll need plastic surgery to remove our goddamn smiles! You’ll be whistling ‘Zippity Do-da’ out of your assholes! I gotta be crazy! I’m on a pilgrimage to see a tailed beast. Praise Kurama! Holy shit!
—  Pein , Probably
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favorite 80’s movies » National Lampoon’s Vacation (dir. by Harold Ramis, 1983)

”This is no longer a vacation. It’s a quest. It’s a quest for fun. You’re gonna have fun, and I’m gonna have fun… We’re all gonna have so much fucking fun we’re gonna need plastic surgery to remove our goddamn smiles! You’ll be whistling ‘Zip-A-Dee Doo-Dah’ out of your assholes!“

Trailer | Soundtrack

I think you’re all fucked in the head. We’re ten hours from the fucking fun park and you want to bail out. Well I’ll tell you something. This is no longer a vacation. It’s a quest. It’s a quest for fun. You’re gonna have fun, and I’m gonna have fun… We’re all gonna have so much fucking fun we’re gonna need plastic surgery to remove our goddamn smiles!

anonymous asked:

Did your monkey character self loathe so much that she got plastic surgery on her nose? I need a reason in the story for this to happen.

It’ll be explained in the story

But originally Tori Ashi was going to be a Bitter grumpy distant anime fan girl. But I had too many Grumpy Distant Girl characters.

So I decided Tori’s now a smug anime fan girl.

Colors not final

I hate how idols in general always get hate from netziens no matter what they do. Small? “To skinny” Kinda chubby? “Too fat”. Lose weight? “They were so much better before!” No plastic surgery? “Wow they need to do something, that face is terrible.” Plastic surgery? “What a plastic surgery monster”. There is just no winning for idols I think and it’s so sad that these people can’t live their lives the way they were born and be in the industry they want

It's August!

It’s 5am here and I just wanted to do a quick update on my life. 
I’ve managed to save up almost $20,000. I accomplished my short term goal! My plan now is to get my surgery end of August, heal, and travel the states. I’m leaving my beautiful apartment in Los Angeles. 
Places I’ll be traveling:

  • San Diego
  • Mexico
  • Las Vegas
  • New York City
  • Miami

I want to leave the country as well, but that’s all up in the air.

The reason I started sugaring was to be able to afford to get plastic surgery for my butt. I worked SO much at my job and also had a couple sugar daddies in order to afford this surgery. Not only was I able to save up, but I saved up enough to not work the rest of the year. #winning
Girls, you don’t know how happy I am right now. This year, I’ve managed to get everything I wanted. Now that I have everything I want, I am off trying to achieve my next goal and planning out the steps in order to achieve it. 

My next goal is to become a millionaire before I am thirty years old (I am currently twenty-two). And honestly, I think I can do it. I’ve met enough rich men and made enough rich friends and they all share similar qualities. Whenever I meet someone successful, I always ask them what they did to get there and how they got there. Most of the millionaires are self-made and started with NOTHING.

So, here is my schedule:

  • August
    Quit my job
    Get plastic surgery
  • September
    Go to Mexico, San Diego, and Los Angeles
  • October
    Las Vegas
  • November
    Las Vegas
    Send out my college transfer applications
  • December
    New York City
    Miami
    Fort Lauderdale
    Second boob job (I need a redo)
  • January 2015
    Take a winter class
  • February through August 2015
    Move to Vegas for seven months
    Get a job as bottle service girl or at the pool
    SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE
    Use the money I saved to invest
  • September 2015
    Start at a university :) 

So ladies, KEEP FUCKING HUSTLING AND DON’T STOP UNTIL YOU’RE WORTH MORE THAN THE MEN YOU CALL YOUR SUGAR DADDIES. See you at the top!

XOXO,
BIllionDollarSugarBaby

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Racism in Asian Cultures

Alright so I’m putting up some pictures as reference for what I’ll be taking about below, but the top left is a more recent photo, the top right is from two years ago, and the bottom photos are from when I was seven and five. Note that this doesn’t have anything to do with flash or lighting so just bear with me.

So I was talking about pro-whiteness in Asian cultures and naturally I’m pretty light but I tan very easily.

When I was a kid I’d always get teased, not just by schoolmates, but family as well. I remember this song that they’d sing:

“Negrita of the mountain, what kind of food you eat?”

I’d always be criticized and lectured about how dark I am and how I’m black/brown and praised and considered beautiful when I was lighter. This was a huge issue when I was growing up and I’ve only come to terms that I’ll look wherever I look like regardless and as flattering as it is to be noticed on how “flawless and pale” my skin is (please realize that I’m ‘light’ compared to the vast majority of people of my ethnicity so it’s not in the same spectrum of those who are white), it all has to do with racism and acknowledging and praising it makes it so much worse.

We have plastic surgery to create double eyelids, to make a thinner and straighter nose because large and flat ones are in appealing, skin bleaching soap, lotions, and treatments are so normal and praised and advertised all over because that’s what’s considered the “ideal beauty”.

Actors and models are always lighter than the rest of the population. You can see the differences just by watching game shows and observing what the dancers and hosts look like, compared to the rest of the audience.

This is based on western standards of beauty and how it influenced the east. As much as ignorant white people are part of the bigger problem, I can’t deny that there are issues within my own culture and until we recognize that, it’s a circuitous route and we’ll be mere puppets in perpetuating this unattainable ideal.

This again is my experience, observation, and issues. I’ve spoken to and see people go through the same thing I have and there’s no denying there is a problem with pro-whiteness in our culture. Just thought I would share my story.

Ten Great Joan Rivers Jokes, in Honor of the Late Comedy Queen’s 81st Birthday

1. “I have no sex appeal. If my husband didn’t toss and turn, we’d never have had the kid.”

2. “My sex life is so bad, my G-spot has been declared a historical landmark.”

3. “People say that money is not the key to happiness, but I always figured if you have enough money, you can have a key made.”

4. “I was born in 1962 … and the room next to me was 1963.”

5. “No man will ever put his hand up your dress looking for a library card.”

6. “I’ve had so much plastic surgery, when I die, they will donate my body to Tupperware.”

7. “Want to know why women don’t blink during foreplay? Not enough time.”

8. “I don’t exercise. If God had wanted me to bend over, he would have put diamonds on the floor.”

9. “I knew I was an unwanted baby when I saw that my bath toys were a toaster and a radio.”

10. “Not all plastic surgeons are good. My cousin went to one and told him she wanted to turn back the hands of time. Now she has a face that could stop a clock.”

okay but Les Amis + The Twilight Zone

  • The main Amis fanbase for it is Jehan, Grantaire, Combeferre, Joly and Eponine.
  • They drag everyone else into it only twice a year, when it comes on at New Years (and in america the 4th of july; im american leave me alone)
  • Eponine and Cosette have one hell of a time making fun of the awful 50s female damsel roles. Their favorite episode is The Midnight Sun bc the female roles are so awful
  • Combeferre who can do a perfect Rod Serling impression and has the beginning monologue memorized and dresses as Rod every Halloween. Combeferre also knows seemingly random lines and he recites them, eyes full of tears and voice all choked up. Joly passes the tissues often. His favorite episode is Time Enough At Last.. (a bookworm who just wants everyone to LEAVE HIM ALONE)
  • Courfeyrac isn’t really that good at paying attention; he is usually drawn in by colors and excitement and great acting and story arcs. but he loves watching Combeferre’s face and smiles at the happy tears. also the Rod Serling impression is super sexy???
  • Grantaire can do amazing impressions of all of the actors, and its super impressive. He usually tries to jump scare Enjolras. Him and Eponine are usually laughing together and discussing the mental effects of the people in each episode. Joly likes to chime in. Grantaire’s favorite episode is The Eye of The Beholder… R: “At least I’d be attractive in that society!” Everyone else: *loud protests*
  • Enjolras doesn’t like the Twilight Zone. It makes him think too hard about the horrors of society and how the things that scared the world in the 50s-60s are still So Real. Also, the Twilight Zone is scary as shit. He doesn’t do well with eerie things. His least favorite episode is Where Is Everybody
  • (((lbr tho R tries to jumpscare him all night and eventually they’re holding hands and Enjolras is hiding half behind R’s shoulder and admiring the way Grantaire analyzes it all bc wow Grantaire is just so smart…)))
  • Joly loves Number 12 Looks Just Like You because he thinks it says so much about society’s beauty standards and the plastic surgery industry. He also gets really emotional over something small in every episode. Him and Combeferre are passing tissues all night.
  • Jehan’s eyes do not leave the screen all marathon long. All day and all night, he is racing around during commercial breaks and somehow manages to stop and make it just in time for the ep to continue. His favorite is The Masks because lbr that is just s o fucked up (((he lives for it)))
  • Every year Marius, Eponine, Combeferre, Jehan and R do reenactments of episodes. Marius and Eponine trading off as the damsels and Jehan and R trading off main character roles. Combeferre is Always Rod Serling. They take it Very Seriously.

I’m really hating how everyone is hating on 2ne1 right now and I really don’t understand why supposed blackjacks hate on one member of the group. It just doesn’t make sense. First of all, CL’s a great, talented leader. I’m not going to say that she’s the best at rapping because she hasn’t reached the status of Yoon Mirae yet, but she’s good at rapping as well as singing. Her stamina is really good. A bunch of people are complaining about how she has the most parts in 2ne1’s new album, but she wrote most of it, I’ll leave it to you to decide if its fair or not. 

Then there’s Bom. They say that her voice has gotten worse but can’t you tell that she’s trying? Her voice has improved so much since Falling in Love. Her voice is just so unique and amazing. Also, on her plastic surgery(yes, blackjacks, stop denying her plastic surgery), if she wants to look the way she does, then let her. Its the beauty standards nowadays that make people, like Bom get so much surgery. Actually, I am pretty concerned about her addiction to plastic surgery, but its her life and she can do what she wants to do. 

Now about Minzy, she’s a great dancer, and I believe that she has the most stable voice in 2ne1. She has a lot of potential. 

Onto Dara, many people say that she has no talent, but why, then, is she in 2ne1 instead of someone else. You can say that its because she’s so pretty, but I think she got in because of her uniqueness. Her voice is something different. Its easily recognized. What would 2ne1 be without Dara? Would they be as famous as they are now? 

Now at the end of the day 2ne1 is just another girl group who worked their way up there. Please understand that I’m just tired of the hate they have been receiving. I know that there’s some bias in what I have written, but so what? 

Just an annoyed blackjack.