sorry about the bra

What the fuck. Someone grabbed Dan’s crotch while he was high fiving people last night at the L.A. NSP show and Dan laughed it off but woo boy that isn’t alright.

We’ve always been a mostly sane fandom of people but I’ve been to a ton of concerts and watched band members get clothes ripped and their belts taken off and stolen, and their dicks rubbed. Fuck, I even remember that a very young girl forced a kiss on a lead singer when he went to take a pic with her.

Please, please don’t let that start happening with Dan. Don’t ruin the NSP shows for other fans because you’re beinga creepy fuck. Dan shouldn’t have to laugh off or joke off being inappropriately touched.

oso answering real questions

Park Encounter Part 2

Originally posted by ronniesbrows

Warnings: Language

On the way to the coffeshop you wouldn’t stop talking. You discovered that he is also very funny and open minded.

“What do you want to drink? A banana milkshake maybe?”

“How did you know?”

“Ehmm… I have seen your interviews.”

 When you arrived you ordered a coffee, something to drink yourself and a banana milkshake for the handsome man standing next to you.

Your order arrived and when you were about to pay, KJ steped in and tried to do the same. “Ehm… No fucking way!” 

You tried to push him away but he grabbed you and pinned you in his body. You were so close that you could feel his breath in your neck and you suddenly forgot how to breathe yourself.  He, of course, paid, since you couldn’t move and then -unfortunately- he freed you smiling while doing so.

“Thank you! You really didn’t have to!” you said while exiting the coffeeshop.

“You have cream in your lips.”

“Of course I fucking do. You should see me eat. The food is always getting everywhere.”

“Let me help you with that.” He came closer to you. Staring at your lips he used his thumb to wipe the cream of your lips. He then brought his thumb to his mouth while looking directly into your eyes. “You have really nice lips.”

“Thank you! It is one of my best features.”

“What are your other best features?” he said seductively.

“Legs and hair. And many other things that it would be too narcissic to say. Why? What were you expecting?”

“I was not expecting anything. I wanna find out myself.” he winked. “Do you want me to take you home?”

“Do YOU want to take me home?” you said bitting your lower lip while never breaking eye contact.

“Hell yes!” he said looking again at your lips. “Let’s go!”

The ride to your appartment was realy fun. You were singing together to them most ridicoulous songs you had on your phone like “Wannabe” and “Milkshake”.

“So who’s your celebrity crush?” he asked you. 

“Chris Evans and you.” you said like the smooth motherfucker you are.

“Oh is that so?” he asked palyfully.

“Yup. Yours?”

“Kendall Jenner and you.”

“But I am no celebrity.”

“You will be one day. Either for your talent or for dating me. Maybe both.”

“Oh stop it you. You will make me blush.” Lie. You were already blushing.

“You are one of the most fascinating human beeings I have ever encountered (Y/N) (Y/L/N)”

“Wow! You must have encountered really few then.” you said and you both laughed.

“Wanna come upstairs?” you asked him when you arrived.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Hahaha come on then!” 

When you opened the door, you found your roomate studying. You gave her her coffee and you introduced her to KJ.

“Thank you for the coffee. Well that explains why you hang up soo quickly. Wait! Isn’t he the guy you painted last month?” 

“Wait! You have painted me? May I see?”

“Ehmm… Yeah sure. Follow me.”

You quided him to your room where a bra was thrown on your chair. “Sorry about that.”

“Ha! Like I mind….”

Your room was full with paintings, paint, brushes and books. 

“You are unbelievable! These are amazing!”

“Here.” you said showing him his portrait. It was full of colors and you had captured his beauty perfectly. He was amazed. He looked at you shocked and then he grabbed your face and kissed you, his lips connecting with yours. The perfect fit. It was like when you put two pieces of a puzzle together. That’s how the kiss felt.

“Wow! I guess you liked it!” you said when parting so that you could breathe.

“You bet I do. It’s amazing! Fantastic! GREAT! You know what else I like?”


“Kissing you.” He said and did just that.

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Living With You

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tags: @beaxnalu

rating: t+ for sexual joking, swear words, and mild smut later on

pairings: nalu, slight gajevy this chapter, possible mentions of gruvia later on

characters: natsu, lucy, gajeel, levy, gray

summary: Finding herself thrown out and drunk after a party wasn’t the way Lucy expected her night to go. After blacking out and waking up in a room with three men, she has a decision to make: will she stay or will she go? Loosely based on New Girl. Roommates!AU

Lucy felt like she was drowning.

Her feelings felt murky like she was underwater and couldn’t get out. The words were muffled and the sights were but a blur. Everything felt plain wrong, like someone had wrapped cellophane over her whole body and tried to get her to move. Her limbs were stuck in their tight positions; just lifting the bottle to her lips to drown her sorrows was exhausting. Lucy fought to just stay awake. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her cold seat of a bench wasn’t much help for something to hold on to. Rain droplets flicked on her body and kept her from warmth. The only thing she felt was cold, and the only thing she saw was the bright lights burning her eyes.

Lucy was having an anxiety attack, an eight point three on a scale of ten, and there was no one to save her. As she fell off of her bench seat and onto the concrete, she didn’t care if she died or lived. All she wanted was relief from this hell. The face of the man who abandoned her came into her mind’s eye, and she curled up into a soft ball with the strength she could muster. Voices hit her all at once, calling her names like they once did. She succumbed to a quiet death on the concrete sidewalk next to a 7 Eleven, and she didn’t care who found her body.

And then, the sound of a voice was shockingly loud. The sentence crying for help was shouted, but to Lucy the emotions sounded dull and the words shallow, and she blocked them out. She could only trust the person that had found her.

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No Pants Party Part Two.

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Plot: the reader and Peter have been dating for six months. Everyone loves that they are together especially Bruce who teases them. Unfortunately Tony keeps interrupting them whenever they are about to show any PDA. It’s now on the readers sixteenth birthday and Tony throws her a party with only the team. Towards the end of the party Peter sneaks the reader out and takes her back to his room where he says he’s going to give her her birthday present. 😉

part one:

“Peter that’s mine” I complained as I tried to reached the chips I had in my hand.

“But I’m your boyfriend, what’s yours is my and what’s mine is yours” Peter was quick to stand up on the sofa when I almost got my food back.

“Aww trouble in paradise ?” I heard Bruce asks, not looking up from his tablet.

“Peter won’t give me my chips back” I pouted causing both Peter and Bruce to laugh.

“Oh young love” Bruce laughed to himself as he left the room.

“Please Peter can I have my chips back” I stuck out my bottom lip.

“Give me a kiss and I’ll give them to you”

“Kiss kiss kiss” I turned and notice the team minus my dad chanting for us to kiss.

“Fine” I placed my hands around his neck to pull him into a kiss when my dads voice interrupted.

“No PDA and get off the couch” my dad scolded us. I took the opportunity to snatch my chips back and clung to them like my life depended on it. “Sweetie we need to go over what we’re going to be doing for your sweet sixteen. So say goodbye to everyone”

“Bye guys.” I waved to the team and I was about to kiss Peter but my dad interrupted. “Now y/n”

“Ok” I rolled my eyes before following him out of the room. I’ve been dating peter for six months, technically it’s going to be six months on my birthday. Anyways during the six months my dad has made it his mission to always interrupt us when we are about to show any kind of affection. That included hand holding as well. The rest of the team have tried to help us out, helping us sneak out so we could cuddle together. They keep telling us and by they I mainly mean Bruce and Clint that they don’t want their ship to sink because of my dad. My dad would end up yelling at them saying I was way too young to be alone with a boy. Which is why I haven’t slept with Peter since I lost my virginity to him. We’ve tried, believe me but somehow my father always knew and immediately stop us before we did anything.

“Dad if it’s ok with you I would rather just have a small party here
in the compound. You know I hate big crowed.” I was already crushing my dads dream of making my party a big thing.

“Are you sure? You only turn sixteen once” my dad placed the tablet that had the floor plan for my party down in the table.

“Yes, and you also know I don’t like the attention to be on me. I would feel so much better if it was just with the team”

“I’ll agree but only if we share a father daughter dance”

“Of course dad” I gave him a hug “now I just have to talk to Peter and see what he’s going to wear to the party”

“Ugh he’s going” my dad pretended to gag.

“Yes dad, he’s my boyfriend and he’s going to my party. Why are you so against our relationship”

“I just don’t like the fact that there’s another guy in your life” my heart broke when he said that.

“But daddy, you’ll always be my #1 guy. No one will change that” I hugged him tighter. “So can you at least be nice to Peter at my party. PLEASE”

“Fine fine I’ll play nice and let you two be an actual couple at your party, BUT our one dance just turned to two”

“Why stop there, how about we go four” that made my dad giddy.

“I’m more than happy with four, now let’s start planning you small party” my dad picked up his tablet again as we were brainstorming ideas for the party.

*time skip*

“Can I come in” I heard my dads voice from the other side of the door.

“Yeah come in” I had just slipped on my heals when my dad entered my room carrying a box. “What’s up”

“You look exactly like your mother y/n, oh I wanted to give you part of you birthday present right now. Here you go” he handed me the box and sat on my bed. Once I unwrapped it I smiled at the fact that it was a jewelry box. “It belonged to your mother, it was her prized possession” I sat down next to him and opened the box. Inside were so many photos that I’ve never seen before of us as a family before she died.

“Dad I absolutely LOVE this” I was wiping away tears from my eyes.

“There is more, dig deeper in the box” I did and I pulled a bracelet. It was so beautiful. “Your mother wore that on our first date” I set the present aside and gave my dad a bone crushing hug.

“I love this so much dad, thank you. Can you put it on?” tears were rolling down my face as I handed him the bracelet so he could put it on me.

“Sure and I’m glad you loved it” I felt him place a kiss on my forehead before he clasped the bracelet on my wrist.

“Oh god my makeup is ruined, I’m going to reapply it. I’ll meet you at the party ok” I got up and made my way towards my makeup counter.

“Alright I’ll see you over there” with that my dad left my room and I started to reapply my makeup. Half an hour later I entered the the living room where we were going to have my party.

“Hello?” I looked around

“Surprise ! ! !” Everyone popped out, scarring the daylights out of me. “We know you knew about the party, I mean you helped plan it. But we couldn’t resist surprising you” I couldn’t help but smile at my friends.

“Thanks guys, dammit I just finished reapplying my makeup” I laughed as tears were running down my face again. I watched as Peter approached me and pulled me into his embrace.

“Happy birthday babe” I looked up at Peter and he nervously placed a kiss on my lips. Probably scared my dad would hurt him or something.

“Thank you Peter” I was about to go in for another kiss when my dads cough interrupted us.

“I know we agreed that you could act like an actual couple tonight y/n, but you still need to greet the rest of your guest” my dad pointed to the rest of the team.

“Wow you’re actually let them act like a teenage couple” Bruce and Clint sarcastically said causing everyone to laugh.

“Hey shut up or no cake for you” my dad threatened before I walked away from Peter and started greeting the rest of the team. Halfway through the party my dad kept his word and let me be around Peter, of course he cashed in on half of the dances I promised him. Other than that I was actually able to kiss and hug Peter without the worry of my dad stopping us.

“Putting aside all of the silly side jokes I make I really do think you guys are a lovely couple. Oh here is your present” Bruce handed me an envelope. Opening it up there were two tickets to a show I’ve been dying to go to.

“Ahhh Bruce thank you ! ! !” I hugged him.

“It’s no problem y/n, you can have date night with Peter here” he patted Peters shoulder before walking away.

“That reminds me that I need to give you your present. It’s in my room though” Peter whispered into my ear.

“Ok well I have to dance with my dad two more times and in those times I’m going to see if he gets drunk enough that he won’t notice we left.” I held onto Peter by the pockets of his blazer.

“Alright” he was about to kiss me when my dad interrupted us.

“Y/N” I felt my dads hand on my left shoulder. “Ready for your second present ! ! ! Everyone outside for y/n present” my dad shouted and dragged us outside where a brand new mercedes g wagon was waiting. He even put I big bow on it.

“DAD ! ! !” I shouted as I ran towards my new car. “Oh my gosh I love it ! ! !” He was coming towards so I attacked him with a hug. “Thank you daddy”

“Anything for my baby girl” I felt him place a kiss on the top of my head. “Now let’s go back inside I want to cash in on my last two dances you promised me”

It was close to midnight when my dad and the rest of the avengers were drunk. I gave Peter a look letting him know that it was time to sneak out. Although it wasn’t much sneaking out, more like no one paying attention that we left. Peter was the first to exit the room and I waited five minutes before following him into the hallway.

“Finally we’re alone” yanked Peter into a heated kiss.

“Come on I want to give you your present” Peter eagerly grabbed my hand as we walked into his room. “Sit” he ordered as he pointed to the bed.

“Are you going to give me a striptease babe?” I teased

“Noooo I’m looking for ahhh here it is” Peter was holding up a small box and brought it to me. “Happy sixth month anniversary babe” he pecked my lips before I opened it. Inside was a heart shaped necklace on the back it had the date of when we become a couple.

“Peter I love it ! ! !” I squealed with excitement before I kissed him feverishly. “Can you put it on me?” I asked breaking the kiss. I turned around and moved my hair to the side so Peter could put it on. Once it was on I felt him place a kiss on the back of my neck.

“I love you y/n” Peter whispered causing me to smile like an idiot.

“I love you too Peter” I turned around and kissed him. Our small kiss turned into a full blown make out session and soon our clothes were on his bedroom floor. “Peter” I whimpered when I felt him slide my underwear off.

“I promise I won’t finish before you” Peter had a stern look on his face as he brought up our first time.

“Ok but aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked as he was starting to tease my entrance.

“Shit” Peter got up and ran to his sock drawer and got the unopened box of condoms out. “I bought them the day after our first time, I was hoping to use them sooner but you know” Peter explained while he put the condom on.

“I do and I’m sorry about my dad” I apologized as I unhooked my bra and there it off the bed.

“Please don’t talk about your dad while we’re about to do it” Peter begged as he got on top of me again.

“I promise” Peter got ahold of my left leg and placed it on his waist before I felt him push his cock inside me.

“Peter” I said breathlessly, he stayed still for a few minute before I gave him the ok to move.

“Mmm y/n” Peter moaned against my neck as I got ahold of his short hair.

“Peter baby please go faster” I ask as gripped his hair tighter. Sure enough he picked up the pace, leaving me a moaning mess. “Oh god Peter just like that” I arched my back once I felt his mouth around my nipple.

“Y/n mmm”

“Can I be on top” I asked but rolled us over before he answer. I started rolling my hips making his cock hot my g-spot. “Oh Peter” I started moving much faster, his hands rested on my hips.

“Y/n slow down I’m going to-”

“It’s ok Peter I’m there ahhh fuck” I felt a knot at the pit of my stomach before a wave of pleasure hit me. “Peter ! ! ! !” I shouted as my orgasm washed over me, my breast bounce as I rode out my orgasm.

“Y/n ! ! !” Peter sat up and had a firm grip on my waist as he reached his orgasm as well. After awhile we finally stopped moving and I got off Peter.

“Best birthday ever” I couldn’t help but smile.

“Tell me about” we got under his covers and I curled up next to him. “I lasted longer than I thought”.

“God I love you Peter” I kissed his jaw.

“I love you too y/n and happy birthday” he kissed me one last time before drifting off to sleep.

*the next day Tony’s pov.*

Worst.hangover.ever. I feel like I got hit by a truck, that’s how bad I feel. Last night was kind of a blur all I remember was seeing the look on y/n when I gave her the jewelry box and her car. Those were only memories I needed to remember.

“Y/n” I knocked on her door, I wanted to see if she wanted breakfast. After a few minutes I knocked again “y/n?” I opened her door and noticed she wasn’t in there. Maybe she’s already awake? I lazily made my way into the dinning room but noticed she wasn’t there either. “Have you guys seen y/n? She’s not in her room”

“No” everyone respond

“F.r.i.d.a.y do you know where my daughter is” I was starting to get worried.

“Ms. Stark is currently in Mr. Parker’s room”. My blood was boiling at the news.

“Why didn’t you tell me ! ! ! I told you to tell me anytime they are alone together.”

“It was her birthday Mr. Stark I couldn’t not allow you to ruin it for her.” The A.I. Responded causing a few of the team members to snicker at her responds.

“See ! ! ! Even F.r.i.d.a.y ships them stark, just let it go” Clint gave me a smug look before he continued eating.

“I do indeed approve of there relationship Mr. Stark” the A.I. Added to clint’s comment.

“Ugh I give up ! ! ! !” I sighed with defeat knowing that no matter how much I want to deny it my little girl is grown up. At least she actually picked a good guy to date. “F.r.i.d.a.y please make a fresh pot of coffee”.

maybe this isn’t Relatable Content but stick it is an amazing movie


WIPWIPWIPWIP I know there’s a ton left to do.

So I have a shit ton of progress left on this and I have to move out of my apartment by the 29th and what do I do instead of packing or, you know, actual progress? Spend way too long trying to find a nice middle ground between androgynous and makeup that’ll show up in pictures. 

I’m not particularly pleased with a lot of this but it was sort of a last-minute decision that I figured would be really comfortable for AX. The boyfriend and my roommate still can’t get over that I’m cosplaying Sailor URANUS LOL. My boyfriend’s second comment was then “…that’s a lesbian haircut” to which I had a giggle. I mean, come on, they’re totally cousins. 

anonymous asked:

What about if 2p walks in on you changing? X)

you: *is changing, the door suddenly opens, it’s a 2P*

2p!america: *drops whatever he’s holding* …ah… *smirks* hey, keep going~

2p!china: *instant turn on* hh… hot…

2p!england: *SCREAMS* … *slams door and runs away*

2p!france: … *closes door and steps inside*

2p!russia: m-my apologies. *hurriedly shuts door*

2p!italy: *covers mouth to keep from giggling* ah… s-sorry about that, hehe… *slowly closes door*

2p!japan: *monotonous* … nice bra. that design is charming. *nods and closes door*

2p!canada: whoops. sorry. *leaves* … *shit he forgot to shut the door*

2p!romano: *laughs* I’M SORRY, BUT THIS WAS CLASSIC~ *closes door and thinks about how cliche that situation was*

2p!prussia: *faints*

Little Sis ~S.W.~

Summary: you’re 15 but you and Sam are secretly dating. But your brother Jack Johnson finds out.

Requested: Yes.

“Y/n. Can you come here real quick.” Johnson calls me down to his room. I shut my laptop and grab my phone and jog down stairs.

“Yeah? What’s up?” I say leaning against his door frame.

“The boys are coming over. Jesus can you please put on some real clothes.” I look down and realize I’m only in my compression shorts and a sports bra.

“Yeah. Sorry. I was about to make dinner do you want me to make nachos and guacamole for everyone?”

“Clutch. Yeah do you need anything to make it?”

“Just can you run to the store and get me avocados.”

“Yep get to work maid.”

I run up to my room as throw on a t-shirt. I go back downstairs to start the food.

As I put the stuff in the oven to start the guac I hear someone come into the kitchen laughing. I turn around to see Sammy come in the kitchen. I tuck my hair behind my hair and keep chopping the avocados.

“Hey y/n. What ya making.” Sammy says looking over my shoulder. I start blushing like crazy. I’ve always had a crush on Sammy. He actually cared about me but he was really flirty. It annoyed Johnson to the max. He always yelled at me for hitting on his friends and how it was weird.

“Guacamole and Nachos.” I say dipping around Sammy to get the salt.

“Do you like me.”

That caught me by surprise. I stood frozen right in front of the just closed fridge. Did I like Sammy? Hell yes. Was I going to tell him. Hell no.

“Um I uh”

“Oh come on ma. I see the way you look at me. How you blush when I flirt with you and you flirt back. But when Nate flirts he gets shot down so quick. Even your brother sees it. I know he yells at you for hittin on me. But you still want me. No matter how much your older brother tells you it’s not allowed.” Sammy had me against the fridge and he was real close. If someone walked in we would be in deep shit. “And I like you. A lot.” Then he kissed me. It was beautiful. Of course I imagined this but this was way better. The kiss intensified. Then it stopped.

He pulled away and put his forehead against mine. I heard someone coming towards the kitchen. We pulled away from each-other and were quickly on opposite sides. He was at the table on his phone. And I was back to cutting and mixing.

My brother walked in with Nate. “Sammy can you come to the store with me. Nate you can stay and help y/n with food.” Sammy looked at me and winked I smiled to myself and acted like I didn’t see it.

“What’s going on with you and Sam. Spill it now lil Johnson” Nate say sitting in one of the chairs and rolling a blunt.

“What are you talking about Nathan?”

“Don’t play stupid. Y'all were on opposite sides of the kitchen and you weren’t talking. Y'all are always flirting.”

“Okay. Promise you won’t tell Jack”


“Okay…” I told Nate everything that happened about how I had a crush and the kiss until he walked in.

“Wow. Jacks gonna flip when he finds out. Are y'all gonna like date or something”

Just then I hit a text from Sammy.

~Can I take you out tonight.~

~I don’t know. What if Jack finds out… Nate already knows.~

“Who are you texting is it Sammy?”

“Yes. Please don’t tell anyone Nate please.”


“What do you mean oops”

“I already told everyone except for Jack of course. We’re going to help you.”

“What do you mean help me”

“You’re 15. You don’t know how to sneak around.”

“Says who. I’ve snuck out plenty of times. Especially when I lived with mom and dad. I can sneak out of here no problem.”

“Well then little Johnson. This is going to be easy. Me and the boys are going to help you and Sammys relationship prosper and thrive”

And so they did.

Me and Sam have been dating for a few months. Tonight Jack was at Gilinsky’s house. All the boys were there. Except sam he was with me. We were watching a movie in the movie room.

He kept staring at me for some reason.

“What is your problem. Why are you staring at me.”

“You’re so beautiful. It’s breathtaking. Way better than the movie.”

Sammy kissed me then pushed me down gently. Me and Sammy agreed we weren’t going to go far. I was only 15 and he was 18. This was already illegal so we were going to keep it lowkey until I get older. As he was kissing me I hear yells of “no” and “Jack wait”. When I realize what happening sam was ripped off of me.

Jack was on top of Sam punching him.

“JACK PLEASE STOL. QUIT. PLEASE STOP.” I was pulling on his shoulders.

Then I jumped and fell on to sam. He wouldn’t punch me.

“Y/n. Get the fuck outta the way.”

“No Jack. You can’t do this he’s your best friend.”

“Not anymore. I told him. I told you to stay the fuck away from my little sister. She’s only 15 you sick fuck. I love her. I loved you too bro.”

“Jack please let’s just talk about this.” Gilinsky says putting his hand on Jack shoulder.

“Why aren’t y'all mad. Sammy was going to fuck her. She’s you’re little sister too. She was or little sister. Together. We were a family.” Jack says throwing himself on the couch.

“Because we knew.” Nate says looking down in the chair.



Everyone’s head snapped up at me. I was still sitting beside Sammy with his head in my lap.

“You love me?” I hear Sam croak out.

“Yeah. I have since before we dated. I love you so much. I don’t care what you say Jack. I love him and were going to be together.”

“FUCK” Jack says and punches a wall. Me and Sammy were standing up now. Jack walks over to Sam and gets close.

“If you fuck her over I’m killing your ass.”

Sam nods real fast and hides behind me.

“If you end up pregnant I’m killing everyone in this room. I love you lil sis. Please be careful.” He hugs me tight. I hug him back. Then I realized I have the best brothers in the world. Regardless of they were my real brother or not.

Now I’m 22 me and Sam are married and have a daughter and a son. Isadora Marie Wilkinson and Orion Michael Wilkinson. Gilinsky is Isadoras godfather and Nate is Orion’s god father. We haven’t told Jack but we’re having another one and he’s going to be the godfather even though he’s the uncle. We are one huge strange amazing family.


Little Miss Sunshine

Dress: Hell Bunny Rock Dress White Manchester 
Jewellery (Excluding Rings): Lovisa
Hair Colour: Manic Panic Sunshine
Makeup: Napoleon Contour Palette, Face It BB Cream, Milani Concealer, Maybelline Eyeliner Gel and Lo’real Miss Manga Mascara. 

I’m so excited to post my first outfit of the day! This look was inspired by 90′s grunge meets Disney Princess. I wanted to go for a bold pattern on the dress and soften the look with cute curls in the hair and a bow to top it off. I added some layered necklaces to add into the grunge theme and also to show off the sun choker against my yellow hair. 

*Sorry about the bra straps

The First Date (After the Brits)

I know I should have finished the Billboard one, but I couldn’t get into it for some reason. I hope you like this one though! And I love you all–you’re amazing!!


Their first date was going so well. They had driven out to Malibu and had gotten takeout. Adam knew of a secluded beach near a friends house and so they ate their dinner on the sand.

Adam had brought a blanket for them to sit on, and Taylor was glad it was so casual. First dates can be so awkward. She would catch him staring at her sometimes, when she was in the middle of telling a story, or when her mouth was full of burger. She would catch him and he would smile and look away. But it always made her blush.

She has nervous too, nervous because he didn’t know her history, and she didn’t know what he would expect from her. Most people in Hollywood move pretty fast, and Taylor had no plans on acting on any of her awakening feelings.

But every one in a while, he would accidentally touch her–like when he was passing her the fries, and his hand brushed hers. The little touches were teasing her, and she found herself instigating them, making them happen.

When they first sat on the beach, there had been a sizable distance between them. Now, as Taylor finished her soda, they were sitting right next to each other, so close that when he spoke, she felt his breathe on her face, and she wanted him to kiss her so badly.

The sun was setting and they were sitting next to each other, legs stretched out in front on them. “Look how much longer your legs are then mine!” Taylor pointed out. Her bare feet came up to mid leg. “Yeah, I’m a giant, what can I say,” Adam laughed. “Taylor sighed happily. "I like that,” she said without thinking. “Yeah? Why?” Adam asked playfully, looking at her straight in the eyes.

“I’m, well, it’s good to be tall right?” Taylor stammered out, trying not to say what she was thinking, that it was nice to date someone taller than her, that she could wear her heels around him, that it made her feel small. “I mean, you can get things from the top shelf and see above people at concerts and…” Adam let her ramble on, watching her lips as she spoke. He really wanted to kiss her. But they had just met. And she was someone special. He didn’t want to rush anything.

Taylor trailed off, noticing that he wasn’t really listening. His face and body had turned toward her, his eyes on her mouth. Her breath hitched in her throat. Just kiss me! She thought, wanting his body so much.

“You can kiss me if you want,” she whispered, lost in his eyes. Their faces were so close she could almost taste him already. But he looked hesitant. And Taylor immediately was filled with doubts. Finally, Adam spoke. “Do you want me to kiss you?” He asked, trailing his finger down her face. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do,” he said, placing his finger on her lips. Taylor nodded quickly. “Yes, I want–” Taylor breathed out, and was immediately cut off by Adam lips on hers.

It was the perfect first kiss. His lips pressed against hers, lightly at first, as if just to try it out, as if to give her an out. Taylor breathed him in, and pulled him in closer, drawing his tongue out with hers. His kisses became harder, and she ran her fingers through his hair.

And then, it was as if something was suddenly unlocked inside both of them. They broke apart to get some air, and Adam started kissing her neck, trailing down towards her chest. Taylor’s brain was a foggy mess of need and desire–she hadn’t felt this way in years. His hands found their way under her shirt and around her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

And then suddenly, Adam stopped and pulled back. “Wait, come back,” Taylor moaned out as he pulled his lips away from her neck. “Everything all right?” Taylor asked, a bit slow from the lack of thinking that was happening at the moment. It was only then that she noticed they were lying down. She didn’t even remember how she ended up on her back, with Adam above her. All she remembered was his lips on hers, his hands electrifying her skin with every touch.

Adam moved and sat next to her, breathing heavily. “I think this was heading somewhere we both don’t want to go to right now.” He answered, adjusting his jeans.

Adams lips no longer on her neck, Taylor was beginning to think more clearly. “Right.” She agreed, sitting up as well and adjusting her shirt from where Adam had untucked it. She only then realized her bra had been undone as well.

Adam looked at her guiltily. “Sorry about that,” he said, gesturing to the bra on the lap. Taylor just looked at him, then burst out laughing. Adam smiled too, relieved she wasn’t mad.

Taylor didn’t think, she just did. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and kissed his cheek. “I’m not mad,” she whispered, then kissed him again, urging him with her body that she wanted this, that she wanted him. Adam groaned and gave in, kissing her back.

Adam and Taylor made out for another twenty minutes or so, taking breathing breaks every few minutes. “I’ve never made out with someone in public before,” Taylor murmured as Adam hands explored her breasts, and Taylor explored his abs. Adam paused. They were both half dressed, Adams shirt unbuttoned and hanging off by his arms, Taylor’s skirt up around her waist and her shirt off, sitting on him in only her camisole.

“We should probably go somewhere more private, love,” Adam whispered in her ear. “If anyone were to see us…” Taylor cursed and nodded, then stood up, looking around for her shirt. Adam buttoned up his shirt, and they gathered their blanket and shoes, the moon and stars shining on them as they made their way back to his car.

As they walked, Taylor had some time to actually think. And what she was doing was crazy. She knew this. They had just met. She never went that far on a first date, and as Adam put their stuff back in the car, Taylor felt panic grip her throat. What if he thought she wanted to have sex? How would he react when she didn’t want to? She was such a a tease, she told herself, mortified at her behavior–of course he thought they would have sex! They nearly had sex in public not ten minutes before!

As she got into the passenger seat, Adam could tell the mood had shifted. She looked guilty and wouldn’t look him in the eye, shifting her things around, playing with her seatbelt.

“Listen,” she said suddenly. “That was…” She didn’t know what to say. “Amazing?” Adam answered for her. Taylor looked up and smiled. “Yes, it was amazing, it really was. But…”

“But you think we should leave it at that for now?” Adam once again finished for her, his face relaxed and open. Taylor looked up quickly. “Yes, I mean if that’s all right with you I just think maybe it would better if we slowed it down a little, you know? I mean…” Taylor trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence.

“No I agree–definitely,” Adam said, nodding. Taylor looked up at him, grateful. “I mean, I had the best time with you, really,” she said sincerely, and for the first time since getting in the car, looked at him in the eyes. “But,” she continued, a bit hesitantly, “I’d like to take it a little slow with you. Because well, I really like you,” she admitted, biting her lip.

Adam nodded. “I really like you too,” he said quietly. He pulled her in for a quick kiss, then turned the car on. “Home?” He asked, pulling out into the road. “Home,” she confirmed, smiling, staring at the moon, at the stars, feeling safe, feeling like this was already the beginning of something special.


Hello corset side of tumblr. I just received my Josephine long-line underbust by Isabella Corsetry from the immediate line/sale (currently $166). Thus far, first impressions are good. It is comfortable, extremely curvy and the satin is gorgeous. I’m wearing the corset here at an external measurement of 23.5" at the waist and fully closed hip and rib for photographic purposes only. The ribs and hips were loosed to then season the corset properly. (sorry about the bra).
My measurements:
Underbust: 26"
Natural waist: (fluctuates between) 24.5-25.5" 
High hip: 30.5
Hip: 32
Center front: 12"

Josephine Specs: 
Underbust: 28"
Waist: 18.5" (meant to be 18")
Hips: 32"
Busk: 11" (not extremely longline, but long enough)
Back: 12" (it is a high back and doesn’t dig into the shoulder blades or the tailbone) 
The Josephine uses 16 ¼" wide spiral steel bones all around, with 2 flat steels supporting the busk and 4 flat steels sandwiching the grommets. The grommets do contain some splits, but these have been filed down and don’t catch on the laces which are plain black ½" wide double-faced satin. 

- The bones do twist in their channels, and having a feel, the boning channels do seem a little large for the bones. Not a huge problem for me since I would love to floss this corset.
- The waist measurement isn’t exactly the advertised 18" but closer to 18.5". Seeing as this is made of twill, I would expect it to stretch over time to 19" so that’s something to keep in mind about.
- The stitching isn’t 100% perfect in some areas with the stitches outside of the ditch, but it’s rather unnoticeable.

Lacing up?:
Wasn’t particularly difficult. You do have to be careful though so the supporting bones in the back don’t bow or twist which is very easy to do in this corset. When I buy a corset I buy it based on hip and rib measurement and not waist measurement. My measurements correspond well to the shape of the corset - no pinching, no numbness, no breathlessness. It doesn’t feel particularly tight anywhere so the pressure is well distributed around the corset. 
Because the spirals are so small and flexible, they don’t so much push against the iliac as opposed to sitting on top of it and shaping around it. It’s not particularly heavy though. It is quite light so I’d say there are only 2 layers of fabric - 1 layer of black twill as the strength layer and the fashion layer.  

Overall, the immediate/sale line are decent, but for any corset priced under $200, don’t expect for the highest quality. The made-to-order corsets do have an option for coutil instead of twill and I’d imagine more care would be taken. If anything, the immediate/sale line are similar to samples. For the money, the corset is decent and is of waist-training quality. 

Okay. I have been having so many problems with boys today that I ACTUALLY thought for a second “I’m binning this fucking skirt”.
But, NO, I’m not binning this skirt, I LIKE THIS SKIRT.
I’ve had people think buying me coffee through a third party means I owe them something, I’ve had guys telling me things they wanna do to my ass in the middle of the street and that because they prefer that I’m a woman and not a little girl, I’ll be game for the “bounce”, and I’ve had boys who think they can tell me I’m the milf of their dreams and ask if I’ll show them some leg, while I push my toddler on the way to my daughter’s school. AND I’M DONE.
Here’s the thing:
I know what this skirt does for my waist to hip ratio.
I know it’s a tight skirt.
I know it shows I have significantly less lumps and bumps than I did 6months ago.
I know it’s a skirt that suits me.
I won’t change my wardrobe because men are intimidating or crude or immature and have distinct lack of boundaries.
I’m not the girl of your dreams you found in a coffee shop sitting alone waiting for the right boy.
I don’t want to hear every dirty thought that goes through your mind, because porn taught you I secretly like to be degraded.
It’s my life and I wanna live it with your silent appreciation and awe, because my arse looks good in this skirt, my waist looks great and hips and belly do too and you can think that, fuck knows I DO, but you can also leave me the fuck alone.