coololdsoulpoetlove  asked:

Halloween prompt #11 with Laf please!

11. “Well, they were out of men’s costumes so…”

this is the costume laf shows up in

“Laf? What are you wearing?” you ask, staring at him with wide eyes as he walks through the door. 

He told you a few days earlier that he planned to come as a firefighter for your Halloween party, but you didn’t quite expect this. 

Instead of getting the firefighter costume you thought he would, he showed up in a ‘sexy’ costume, complete with a short skirt, a top that is too small to button up over his chest, red suspenders and tall black stiletto boots. 

“Well, they were out of men’s costumes so…” he says, gesturing down to his outfit. 

“So you didn’t pick a different costume?” you ask and he winks at you. 

“Y/N, I look damn good in this outfit and the look on your face when you opened the door was worth getting this one to wear,” he says, looking very happy with himself. “Also the man’s face at the grocery store when I stopped to buy you chocolates on the way here was definitely worth the costume.” 

You can’t help but laugh as he hands you the box of chocolates and leans in to kiss your cheek. 


I’m so super in love with this look!!! I haven’t worn my thigh high boots in a while, and I forgot how cute they were lol.

Also, I’m almost ready to publicly launch my website :) I need to write some blogs and update a few more things, but I’m super excited for it and can’t wait to see what happens and where it goes!

ebonyheartnet  asked:

Muder dad, I have a not so little brother who likes murder strut (and run after small jet-powered children) in 6" heels, but he will not teach me his secrets. 😢 I am a sad bean, because I fall flat on my face if I try anything that's over 3" that isn't a wedge. How did you learn not to face plant?

practice and nazi science, my friend. i don’t recommend the nazi science route though. bad call. 

when you walk in heels, it’s tempting to put your whole foot down at once like you do with flats–or like you would with wedges. there’s a bit of a gentle roll to it, and if you have a single continuous sole, that’s okay.  but actually with heels you want to hit heel first, then toe–you should hear that two-stage click sound as the front and back of your foot impact separately. also, you want to keep your weight really poised; your spine straight but not stiff, and your weight more on your toe than your heel; your heel is going to be wobblier. think of something pulling upwards from the top of your head and between your shoulderblades.  if you can, do heeled boots–weakness in the ankle is what gets people a lot of the time, and even short boots will be more stable. 

if you want that hip sway, walk on a line like you’re on a balance beam. lions do this–they place their paws all along the same axis. stepping into the same centerline will push your hips side to side as you walk. it is indeed very murder-strut-y. 

when you run in heels, you run on tiptoe–your actual heel pretty much never contacts the ground. same with walking on grass–it’s exhausting, but you literally balance on just the balls of your feet so your stiletto doesn’t puncture the ground.  when you kick in heels, you kick stiletto first–otherwise whats even the point of wearing knife shoes. 

beauty is pain. and pain is heels. 

source: drunken shenanigans. so many drunken shenanigans. tony got science involved, and pepper provided expertise. steve is weirdly good at the can-can in heels, just for the record. 

you can’t know this many badass ladies who fight in heels and not have drunken conversations on how exactly they pull it off. they are a source of wonder and mystery, and the drunkvengers are determined to someday discover the secrets of heelfighting.

Runner up. Second best. How do I know if I’m an upgrade or settlement? Everything I do, she did too, everything I say, she said her way. When you tell me you love me, do you mean like you loved her? Should that question even be past tense, or future?

That’s the thing about someone’s first love, it’s the baseline, the mark after which every love comes. How am I to know if you see her in me? Am I what you want, or is she what you need? I am trying so hard to fill in her shoes, to strut her stilettos, and shuffle her boots. Trying to curl my toes just so, in a way that tells you, “my heart’s yours, you know”.

But I worry that my feet are too big or too small. And they stretch out the hole or don’t fill it at all. I worry I can’t erase the space in your brain, the space that’s engraved with her heart and her face. And I worry and worry and love you to death, because coming in second is so hard to get. There is so much potential and so much to lose, because all I want to is to fill in her shoes.


Second love // Mt

Prompt: anonymous

Height Games

@prinxietys once again,i found inspiration from your blog!!

Warnings: Swearing, and tell me if I missed anything!


Anxiety could only take so much of Roman’s shit.

He was just sitting on the kitchen counter with his bowl of coffee filled cereal when Prince strutted in, the brightness of his attitude blinding at this time of day.

Prince was insufferable. Mostly all the time but any time before noon was when it was the worst.

“Heya short stack~“Prince teased, grabbing his own box of cereal and the jug of milk, spinning over to an empty counter space and making his bowl.

Anxiety said nothing, gazing over at the still half-full coffee pot and wondering if he could get away with bringing it to his room.


It was early. Way too early if you asked Anxiety. Of course, it was five thirty so anyone would have said it was early but that was beyond the point.

He walked past Prince’s room, cringing when the loud Mary Poppins music forcefully slapped his ears.

He turned, putting his hands together and giving Prince’s door a swift "Boi” motion.

The next song to play while Anxiety was contemplating his will to live was “Love is an Open Door.” To which Anxiety responded with by slamming his head against Prince’s door.

The music abruptly stopped and the door was flung open. Prince with wide eyes stared at Anxiety before he relaxed staring at the hoodie clad man in front of him.

A daring smile graced Prince’s face and he ruffled Anxiety’s hair. “Greetings small fry~ What can I do for you?”

Prince tripped back, all the air flooding out of his lungs as Anxiety reached out and punched him in the stomach. “Turn your damn music down.” The darker trait mumbled, shuffling to the stairs.

Prince laughed breathlessly.“I’m surprised you could reach my stomach!”


It was when they were all helping Thomas that Anxiety finally snapped.

He had just sprung up and when Prince gave him a fully powered, shit-eating grin and chuckled. “How’s the weather down there?"He asked jauntily.

Anxiety’s eye twitched and he grabbed his back, the room echoing a loud cracking noise.

The two had everyone’s full attention as Prince stared at Anxiety, wondering what he was doing and Anxiety, with his dead-inside-im-done-with-your-shit face on full blast.

Anxiety looked Prince in the eyes and stood up straight, raising his eyebrow when he saw Prince’s face, which was becoming increasingly red and his eyes widening.

Prince had to look up to see Anxiety.

He had to

look up.

Anxiety had taken to standing up straight, if only to see the outraged look on Prince’s face each time.

He knew Prince would do something about it. Of course he would.

Anxiety just didn’t expect him to do something so…extra.

He nearly burst out laughing when he saw Prince.

The fanciful side was in normal attire, all except for his shoes. In replacement of normal black boots were…..


They were white with red bows on the toe and on the sides going all the way up with little golden chains in little loops on the front. The shoes themselves went up to Prince’s thighs.

He strutted around in them like he was made for heels. (in reality Prince was awake all night perfecting his im-taller-than-Anxiety walk).

When Prince saw him, he lifted one leg and slammed it into the wall, throwing his head back dramatically.

"As you can see, I am the tallest no- where are you going??” Prince had spent an hour perfecting his victory speech and Anxiety was just walking away!

Anxiety kept himself from running back to his room, ideas flying through his head at a mile per minute.

He had heels to buy.

Angel Eyes

Summary: An angel/demon AU featuring demon!Bucky and angel!Reader based on this request:

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Religious imagery, probably some blasphemy, language, unprotected (graphic) sex

Word Count: 2,915

A/N: Ask and ye shall receive. I kinda got carried away with this one. I do hope it’s okay? (.gif has nothing to do with the story. I just like staring at it)

Originally posted by gothicclownqueen

What happens when an angel knocks up a demon? You get a devilishly handsome half-breed with angelic charm and passion like hellfire running through his veins—you get me. Maybe I’m not as impressive as Lucifer, I didn’t fall from grace, I didn’t cut off my wings to spite my father—I never had wings—but I am more impressive than other demons. I’m stronger, smarter…just overall, I’m better. My unique position comes with perks from Luci, but jeers from full-blood demons. They say I’m not pure, that I have a disgusting heavenly glow about me. They say I don’t belong in Hell.

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