sorry for the nose

anonymous asked:

Can u tell me what u know about her nose job? Sorry if u get asked this a lot or think it's rude or something. I'm just thinking of getting a nose job and I'm curious.. like what age was she when she got it, how does she feel about it, has she talked about it, idk whatever you know. Thank uuuu

This is how she looked before nose job:

She was 13 in 2009:

in 2010:

She had her nose done sometime in between 2011 and 2013, because there are no photos of her until 2014 Kids’ Choice Awards:

Some people say it was for medical purposes but Bella hasn’t said anything about it. 

Her nose is slightly different and she doesn’t look that different as some people say:

(not my edits, found it online)

SanversWeek Day 6- Smut

They’d been sending each other text messages all day with the intention of riling the other up, and it was working.

Messages of I can’t wait to feel how wet you are for me and I want to make you come hard with my fingers buried inside you and my tongue on your clit…

More than once Alex had caught J’onn looking at her before closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. She’d stopped pretending to look sorry.

Neither of them could wait to get home, to make good on the promises they’d been messaging, to see who would come undone the quickest.

On days like this, when they felt more… playful, there was an added anticipation. Their last venture into role play has resulted in Alex in nothing but a lab coat and glasses offering to give Maggie a thorough physical.

Alex grinned as the latest message came through from Maggie;

Maybe that presumptuous Fed could make an appearance tonight?

Immediately, Alex’s mind was filled with the image of Maggie bent over the couch as she showed her just where her jurisdiction ended.

Alex looked up as J’onn coughed rather loudly and excused himself from the room, much to amusement of Agent Vasquez. Alex blushed, looked down at her watch and decided she could probably head home.

Only if the cocky Detective is going to be there she replied as she headed towards the locker room to change.

After a quick shower Alex pulled out one of the black suits she kept at the DEO with a simple white tank top to wear underneath the jacket. She smiled as she pulled out a set of heels that would make her tower over Maggie. She straightened her hair to the more severe look needed for the character she was to play when she got home and headed to her car.

She parked and saw Maggie’s bike already in it’s usual spot, meaning Maggie was already upstairs waiting for her.

She climbed the stairs two at a time in her eagerness to get to her girlfriend and discovered Maggie had only just beaten her home as she turned the corner to see Maggie using her key to let herself into the apartment. She took a moment to appreciate the curve of Maggie’s arse in her tight trousers, detective badge glinting at her hip.

‘Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing in my crime scene?’ Alex called out as she swaggered towards Maggie, remembering at the last moment to make herself look annoyed.

‘Anyone ever tell you all you Feds sound the same?’ Maggie retorted as she turned to face Alex, leaving her key in the lock, surprised that Alex had nearly beaten her home.

‘I’m sure you mean well detective, but this is a federal crime scene…’ Alex moved into Maggie’s personal space, towering over her in her heels.

Instead of taking a step back, like most people would have, Maggie stepped forwards defiantly.

‘This is well within my jurisdiction’

Maggie turned back to the door and finished unlocking it, pushed it open and stepped through, closing it in Alex’s face.

Oh game on Alex thought as she pushed through the door, slamming it behind her.

‘Your jurisdiction ends where I say it does, Detective’ Alex sneered.

‘I don’t think so…’ Maggie laughed, her dimples fully on display, wondering when Alex would realise she was not going to be the one in control tonight.

Alex raised an eyebrow, a retort on the tip of her tongue, but suddenly found herself, face first, pushed up against the door she had just shut, arms pinned against the door. The realisation hit her that she had anticipated a completely different evening; one that involved Maggie pliant and willing beneath her, breathy and begging while Alex teased her. But this? This was even better!

‘Someone should teach you Feds to share, wouldn’t hurt to have some manners…’ Maggie taunted as she pulled her cuffs out, taking each of her girlfriends wrists in turn and snapping the cuffs around them.

‘This OK?’ Maggie questioned in a soft voice, breaking character to check in.

‘Oh god yes’ Alex moaned in response and heard Maggie chuckle.

‘Good’ Maggie husked in Alex’s ear as she pushed the length of her body against Alex, one hand hand roaming round to pull the tank top out of the trousers it was tucked into. She scratched her nails across Alex’s abs, trailing upwards towards her bra, smirking as Alex arched her back, grinding her arse against Maggie’s front.

‘Not so intimidating now, are we?’ Maggie teased as she ran her fingers over the material of Alex’s bra, pinching the hardened nipple.

Alex bit her lip to keep from moaning too loud and pressed her forehead against the door.

Maggie tugged the bra down and rolled one nipple between her fingers before repeating the action with Alex’s other breast.


‘Swearing isn’t appropriate for an agent in your position… Agent…’ Maggie chastised and removed her hand.

Alex whined at the loss of contact.

Maggie’s hand roamed, scratching and caressing it’s way back down Alex’s body until it settled on her belt.

With a flick of her wrist it was undone and she slowly pulled it from the loops. She let it fall to the floor with a thud before returning her hand to Alex’s body, squeezing her arse through her slacks.

‘What do you want me to do Agent’

Alex mumbled incoherently, her head still pressed against the door.

‘Use your words’ Maggie instructed, spanking Alex’s arse.

‘I want your fingers…’ Alex trailed off, too worked up from the day of teasing messages.

‘Here?’ Maggie questioned, her tongue firmly in her cheek as she trailed a single finger around Alex’s bellybutton.

‘L… Lower’ Alex stuttered out.

Maggie flicked the button to Alex’s slacks open and lowered the zip. She cupped Alex through her panties, gently grinding the heel of her hand against Alex’s clit.

Alex groaned and ground hard against Maggie.

‘You’re so wet…’

She slipped her fingers under the waistband of the panties and ran her fingers through the wetness.

Maggie…’ Alex whined as her girlfriends fingers continued to tease her, only slipping in a single finger up to the first knuckle.

‘It’s Detective to you’ Maggie nipped at Alex’s ear as she once again removed her finger from where Alex so desperately wanted them.

Maggie stepped back slightly to pull down Alex’s trousers and underwear, guiding her feet out of them. She quickly nipped at Alex’s bare backside before returning to her earlier position, pressed up against Alex.

Alex felt Maggie’s fingers ghosted across her clit, offering no release, continuing to tease.

Alex whined.

‘I want you to ask nicely, Agent’

Alex gritted her teeth to stop herself from smiling.


‘Please, what?’ Maggie demanded.

‘Please Detective…’

‘Good girl’ Maggie smiled as she tapped the inside of Alex’s thighs, indicating she wanted Alex to spread her legs.

Alex widened her stance and couldn’t resist wiggling her arse at Maggie. Maggie spanked it playfully before unlocking the cuffs and gently rubbing each wrist.

‘You’ll need to brace yourself against the door’ Maggie winked at Alex’s questioning glance over her shoulder.

Alex nodded, shrugged her jacket off and placed her hands either side of her head.

Please…’ Alex begged as she felt Maggie slide two fingers through her wet folds from behind.

‘I know sweetie’

She slipped two finger in easily, curling on every thrust.

‘Fuck!’ Alex cried out, grateful Maggie had the foresight to undo the handcuffs.

Maggie kept thrusting, knowing it wouldn’t take long until Alex was convulsing round her hand. She brought her other hand round to finger Alex’s clit, who bucked immediately against her.

‘I’m so close’ Alex panted out, her muscles flexing as she held herself up.

Maggie sped up her thrusts, thrusting harder and deeper into Alex and bit into the sweat covered shoulder in front of her.

Alex screamed out as her orgasm washed over her, twitching against Maggie as her head slumped against the door.

Maggie gently guided Alex over to the couch and gathered her into her arms. Alex nuzzled in as her breathing steadied, inhaling the scent of her girlfriend.

‘Gimme five minutes’ she mumbled, ‘this Fed needs to put that cocky Detective in her place…’

‘I’d like to see you try Danvers…’

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry, exclusionists, that I'd rather believe my 53 year old pansexual grandma when she says that aces, even the "cishet" ones, have always been in the community and identified as "bisexual" like pansexuals did too. I'm sorry I'd rather listen to her than a bunch of snot nosed 25- year olds who throw a fit every time a living history book opens their mouth to say they're wrong.

For those who have never seen a raccoon dog before, and those who aren’t sure of the differences!

EDIT: I didn’t realize that this would blow up as much as it did so I just handwrote the differences, here’s a transcription, sorry:


  • Pointy nose
  • Large, round ears
  • ‘Hands’ for grabbing
  • Long back feet for balance
  • Not the poofiest


  • Roundish nose
  • Small, floppy ears
  • Short-furred paws for running
  • Tail not ringed
  • The Poofiest

I want to know what she thinks we’re going to do with her.

Because I’m going to do something worse.

sketch that i worked on more than i thought? i saw this and i just lloved it wow

ill probably be doing more screencaps because im just,, not motivated recently

complete and utter fluff, post-canon Cardassia-style.

I think it was AuroraNova who came up with anshwar, resting foreheads together as a Cardassian gesture of intimacy. At least, I first encountered it in their post-canon fic and I loved it.

Bashir’s scarf is both a concession to the fact that post-Dominion-bombardment Cardassia is a giant dustbowl, and to modesty, since the lack of neckridges makes his outfits somewhat scandalously revealing (fancanon that Julian’s collarbones are the single greatest threat to Cardassian political stability is courtesy of thehoyden’s Letters from the Northern Continent)

This screencap looks way less freaky when you actually give him irises and non-ghost skin

Some Strings Attached

Ugh so there was a post going around that I’ve now long since misplaced but it was like “I just saw you go upstairs with someone else and I know we’re only fuck buddies but I’m gonna go punch them in the face” and I was HERE FOR IT. If somebody remembers the post, link me. In the meantime, have some Sterek getting together fluff.

“Just tell Derek you want to date him,” Scott says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

Stiles bugs his eyes and flails his hands in wordless frustration, because the correct response to this patently ludicrous advice eludes him. He had come for sympathy, not pie-in-the-sky delusions. “Scott. Bro,” he finally gasps. “How could you even suggest that in good faith? No way! Bad plan!” He slashes his arms in a demonstrative X. “The only reason we’re even hooking up is that I made it super clear I was down to fuck, no strings attached! I’m not ruining a good thing by announcing to Derek Hale that I’m 85% in love with him.”

“Why?” Scott genuinely seems confused, the sweet summer child. After falling into a happy triad with Allison and Isaac after their first semester at UCLA, he doesn’t really understand the definition of “unrequited.”

Stiles turns his attention to a hanging thread on his t-shirt, sourly tugging it loose. “He’s out of my league. I mean, with the baseball, and the smarts, and the sarcasm, and those eyes…” he breaks off with a sigh. The last thing he needs to do is remind himself of how gone he is on Derek. “Just, he’s popular. Dictionary definition of too cool for school. And the three people he actually deigns to hang out with here are all just as cool and good looking as he is. Do I need to remind you I’m not? I’m a gawky, nerdy Sophomore. I’m lucky to even be his fuck-buddy.”

Scott makes a face, incredulous. “I dunno, he must like you well enough if he’s still sleeping with you after all this time. What’s it been, six months? And you guys hang out, too, you’re always telling me about how easy it is to chat with him after you bone. So it’s not just sex.”

Stiles grimaces. “Yeah, but it’s not…”

“… a real relationship,” Derek says into the phone, hearing full well the heavy dejection in his voice. So sue him; the admission is more than a little depressing. “He just wants to be fuck buddies.”

“How do you know?” Laura asks reasonably. “Maybe this Stiles person would be interested in dating you, too. No offence, but you’re not great at reading people. I mean, he’s interested in chilling with you even after you hook up, and clearly he enjoys the physical aspect. Did he actually ever say he wasn’t looking for more?”

Derek heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes even though she can’t see over the phone. “Yep. About two minutes after the first time we slept together he said, ‘no strings attached, obviously.’ So, you know, pretty safe bet that it’s no strings attached.”

“Oh,” Laura says. For once she doesn’t have a snappy comeback.

“Oh,” Derek agrees. Dejectedly.

She gives him a sympathetic little hum, and then asks, “and he’ll definitely be at the sorority barbecue?”

“Yeah.” Stiles and his broad shoulders and his long fingers are definitely going to be at the party.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go,” his sister says softly. “If you really like him, and he’s just looking to get laid…”

Derek groans. Not go, and give up a chance to hook up with Stiles? Smart, maybe, but not something he’s capable of doing.

The problem is, he’s liked Stiles forever. Or at least since he first saw him, laughing uproariously and running around with his friends with an actually broom between his legs, playing “Quidditch.” Derek would have been way too embarrassed to do something like that on the front lawn, but Stiles made it seem like the most effortlessly awesome thing a person could get up to.

No, compared to Stiles, Derek is practically a social recluse, an awkward jock with only about three people who he gets along with at all. Stiles definitely doesn’t want to get saddled with a boyfriend like him. He’s lucky they’re even hooking up after all this time.

“Derek, I mean it,” Laura says. “Look out for yourself for once.”

“I know, I know,” Derek grumbles. “But it’s not my fault he’s…”

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