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Christian Louboutin Masterpost

“People say I am the king of painful shoes. I don’t want to create painful shoes, but it is not my job to create something comfortable. I try to make high heels as comfortable as they can be, but my priority is design, beauty and sexiness. I’m not against them, but comfort is not my focus.”

The only man who has every really been honest about the extent of his downfall. This post is an update of an old post. Now, for some reason I picture Louboutins being every SB’s first go to pair of designer shoes. Why? Because they are sexy, gorgeous and the bottoms make any man want to bow down. That being said, they are the MOST painful pair of heels I have ever owned. So every little step to stretch/protect them has been worth it. 

How to Make Heels More Comfortable
As he said, louboutin’s will never be comfortable heels - they are not supposed to be. But, here are some tips and tricks you can use to make them a little less uncomfortable. Before we start, I have the So Kate that I wear to functions/dinners/events aka events where I can sit for long periods of time without looking out of place.

1. If your pair has a narrow front, you will need to stretch the leather. If you want to be a badass, then you can stuff your feet in and walk around for hours and eventually make them form - you will hate yourself. OR, you can use the extra help. Double up on some socks, stuff your feet in and shift all of your weight to the front of your feet. Using your blow dryer, apply high heat directly to the shoe. Make sure to relocate weight to the front of the shoe, the back will stretch as well! IF it stretches too much (that’s okay), then use fashion tape on the back to prevent sliding of your foot. I think it is better to stretch too much then not as all and with the tape, you’ll never notice the difference. 

2. Beauty is pain ladies and these epitomize both. Bandage your third and fourth toes with some medical tape, removes pressure from the nerves. You’ll hold out longer.

3. INSOLES for these brand of heels are a MUST. I didn’t realize how much of a difference they made until I did not wear them. HUGE HUGE HUGE difference.

4. When you are walking, be aware of your posture. If you’re an SB then your posture should always been good, in or out of heels. That being said, in these heels relocating your weight to your heel with an erect back makes it less painful. If you’re not used to this then this would feel awkward but you’ll get used to it - I promise. 

How to Protect Your Red Bottoms 

Yes, I like saving money. However, I chose not to go to the cobbler because they wanted to charge me 70 for the base. And, they would not have been able to protect my babies in time. You can do this for under $12, without any damage to the red after. 

Buy the ZAGG InvisibleShield Military Grade Screen Protector (I recommend this brand only because it’s the only one I know that will NOT damage the red.)  

You will want to buy the OG iPad case just in case you mess up, you can do it more than once. OK, so what you will do is clean the bottom of your shoes with a damp cloth and then outline them on the non-sticky part of the protector. DO NOT ACCIDENTALLY BUY THE GLASS PROTECTOR. Now, it is arts and craft time and you will cut out the base the outline of your shoes. Peel the plastic away, spray spray spray your shoes with the provided solution and slowly apply the sticky face, while being aware of air bubbles. You will want to use your windshield wiper thing to remove as many of the air bubbles as possible.

These are my protected So Kate that I have worn so many times and they still look perfect. It may have costed me more time but saved me a little bit of cash money. DISCLAIMER: If you are walking on floors in a kitchen/restaurant that could be greasy then you will want to be EXTRA careful. When you scruff the bottom, you get the real grip of these shoes. But when the bottom has the protector on then there is a little less traction. 

who wants to hear the story of fratboy harry with daddy louis? :~)

(AU#2)

There once was a fratboy named Harry Styles who was all stereotypical boy with the wild parties and sports and dumb jokes. At least that was his shell. Everyone adores him though they think he sleeps around with a bunch of girls because at house parties he’s always dragging them into a bedroom but little did they know it was only to give them water and crackers and let them sleep so they can sleep off their drunkenness and not get taken advantage of by gross boys. So he stays in the rooms with until they are sober enough to leave or something of the sort. Rumors spread and Harry is just the guy that loves to sleep with girls every chance he gets.

The week before spring break us pretty wild because Harry is so hectic and excited because his LOVE was coming to get him. Harry was very discrete about who his love was. He’d never specified the gender or anything. Simply kept having the biggest heart eyes and just going on and on about how excited he was to go to on a Spring trip with his love because they were finally free from work and and they both could be together for break.

Everyone is whispering and wondering which girl was lucky to be Harry’s love and why she didn’t attend the same Uni and who exactly was she.

The day Harry’s love was supposed to come, the boy was decked out in his jeans and v neck and flannel shirt and backwards snapback with converse looking so fratboy-like with all of his bags. There’s a going away party being held at the house but Harry has been cooped up in the corner reading text after text and sending texts and giggling and blushing like an idiot and boy this girl really has Harry gone.

Soon enough an expensive sports car rolls up in front of the house and Harry jumped up so fast and made his way through the crowd with his bags and everyone at the parties rushes over as well to see who the hell is this mysterious person

And there’s a sexy man with sunglasses and expensive but casual clothing and aviators leaning against the car with his arms folded and Harry drops his luggage outside and squeals out The biggest “DADDY!” And rushes over to Louis and Louis grins and hugs Harry just as tightly, spinning The boy around and kissing Harry all over.

“Hi princess. Missed you,” Louis mumbles Ito Harry’s cheek before pulling away and resting his hands on Harry’s bum all protectively and in love. “They’re staring.” He tells Harry as he sees everyone gaping and just surprised. Not only was Harry’s love NOT a girl but he was also someone’s sugar baby!

Harry simply giggles and shrugs. He doesn’t care. He has a pretty pair of panties on under his jeans that he’s ready for Louis to pull off with his teeth on the plane ride to their spring vacation.

Self-love jar requested by anonymous

Ingredients:

  • a little bottle/jar
  • wax, pink if you can
  • sugar for peace
  • vanilla for tenderness
  • dried rose for love
  • dried mint for positivity
  • dried sage to keep negative thoughts away
  • lavender for calm and love
  • a love stone such as rose quartz (if you have one)

How to proceed:

  1. Take the time to light a candle, meditate if you wish to and focus on your intent:self love, feeling love to yourself, seeing your beauty, etc. Visualize it cleary and with as many details as possible.
  2. Add the sugar at the bottom of your jar, then all the other ingredients in layers. With each ingredient, repeat your wish for loving yourself.
  3. Finally, add the lid to your bottle and seal it with the wax (I used vanilla wax here), focusing on your intent one last time
  4. Add a pink ribbon if you wish.
  5. Keep the jar with you and don’t hestiate to pull it out everytime you feel self doubt overpowering you!

Note: you can also do the same thing as a charm bag, using a pink, red or golden fabric!

And of course, for any question, shoot me an ask!

Other self love ideas can be found here

Spells/charm bags/jars requests are OPEN

au#1

concept: harry (in early 20s) being a cutesy little waiter at this cute milkshake and bakery type shop that’s all frilly and pink and they wear roller skates and serve the people there and harry is in cute high waisted shorts and an adorable crop top with a cute little bow tie along with his knee high socks and he’s roller skating around to serve people their cute baked goods and stuff and one day louis’ little girl begs him to let her rent the entire place out and throw her seventh birthday party there and so fast forward to the day and it’s just Louis chaperoning all these little girls with Liam and they’re wearing silly feather boas and tiaras because that’s the attire for the party obviously and Harry comes rolling in with his pretty shorts and milky white skin and glitter eyeshadow and lipgloss and he’s all like “hi! I see we have a birthday girl today!” And Louis who obviously looks hella daddy and scruffy in this moment in his early 30s is staring at Harry like oh my god let me take you to the nearest bathroom stall and have my way with you and Harry KNOWS it can feel it and God he’s being extra giggling and lingering around the party more and smiling at Louis and batting his eyelashes even bending over a bit too slowly to pick up that empty cupcake wrapper to show off his cute little ass and the party is fairly nice until one of the kids spills a drink on Harry’s thin little crop and Louis sees an outline of a lacy padless bra pressed against Harry’s chest and Louis is GONE
He shoots up immediately and darts for the bathroom to try to get himself together
Harry comes after to fix his shirt and possibly change but once the two are alone in the bathroom they stare at each other for a long while before Louis grabs Harry and yanks him over, Harry squealing and rolling over in his skates and then they’re kissing like mad, breathing heavily into each other mouths and groping each other. It gets so bad Louis practically grabs Harry’s thigh and lifts it up beside his hip as they’re just making out and getting more and more sexually frustrated and it’s so so hot and Louis is hella horny but hey there’s a party outside so no can do kiddo so they part after a while and Harry rolls back to grab his spare crop he’d brought with him and he changes his shirt while looking at Louis the entire time showing off the pretty real bra he had on before pulling the crop on Louis watching the entire time before Harry giggles and balls up the wet crop after fiddling with it for a while and playfully tosses it at Louis with a cute smile before skating out of the bathroom leaving Louis with a crop top with a little number written in sharpie at the very base of the shirt near the hem rip

I've got you in my space (I won't let go)

Louis likes to wear pretty lace panties and pinky skirts, he likes feeling pretty. But since his parents kicked him out, he has to find a place to live just for a while. Harry offers him his place, and well, maybe Harry does really loves Louis in white lace panties.

- OR -

Louis loves being feminine and gets kicked out of his house after telling his little secret to his parents. He puts a post on tumblr and Harry happens to find out and offers him his place. Harry is like really fucking rich, and Louis really needs a place to stay. Things work out for both of them.

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People like me who came to England in the 1950s have been there for centuries; symbolically we have been there for centuries. I was coming home. I am the sugar at the bottom of the English cup of tea. I am the sweet tooth, the sugar plantation that rotted generations of English children’s teeth. There are thousands of others beside me that are, you know, the cup of tea itself. Because they don’t grow it in Lancashire, you know. Not a single tea plantation exists within the United Kingdom. This is the symbolization of English identity—I mean, what does anybody in the world know about an English person except that they can’t get through the day without a cup of tea?

Where does it come from? Ceylon—Sri Lanka, India. That is the outside history that is inside the history of the English. There is no English history without that other history.

—  Stuart Hall, “Old and New Identities, Old and New Ethnicities”

the baby-daddy series (1/?): You taste like the Fourth of July // Malt liquor on your breath, my, my // I love you but I don’t know why… // You can be the boss, daddy // You can be the boss // Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce // I like you a lot, I like you a lot // Don’t let it stop…

Sugarhigh+Lovestoned // “Cinnamon Girl” // Winter Holiday Lookbook

photographer: Amanda Leigh Smith
Model: Skye Sengelmann
Styling: Tami Snodgrass

Relationship: son / nephew / cousin / brother / fuck buddy / sugar baby / boyfriend / 

For Bottoms.

‘No. And that’s the last time we’re having that fucking discussion, okay?’ The other had been bugging him to join him in working for the mob. Jimmy wasn’t having it. It was too fucking dangerous, hell, a right-hand man, Jimmy was already putting the other in danger.

‘And the club is off limits too. Even just bar work. You think I want you in there being ogled by all those drunken men? Nah.’

part one | part two | part three | part four

A month had passed since he’d first moved into Cain’s and he hadn’t received a call from his mother asking about the money. He’d made another one grand before Cain had gone to work, and he’d finally had the time to go and put the cash in his bank account. Since he had the day off, Dean decided to walk to the closest Apple store and pick out a laptop. His was a piece of shit Windows computer and he was sick of it; Cain had let him use the desktop iMac at the apartment for homework and internet surfing, but he wanted his own laptop.

 In the past month Cain had bought him many things, which had appeared subtly. New clothes; new jeans, new shirts, new shoes, new underwear (more panties), and even a new leather jacket. Cain had bought him a PS4, which was definitely the reason his grades were slipping, but he couldn’t help it; The Last of Us on the new console was amazing. So was Far Cry 4 and the new Assassin’s Creed. Dean spent more time at the apartment than he did school, which was also probably why his grades were slipping, which wasn’t good for the swim team. He just hoped Cain didn’t find out, or he had a feeling he’d actually be in the trouble.

 Dean walked to the Apple store with two grand in cash, happy to lay it down for a new laptop, even if he had told himself to put one grand toward his tuition. That would be next month, or maybe that would be the bonus Cain had promised him in a few weeks. Laptop in hand, Dean walked back to campus to pick up his car; Cain had given him a parking pass so he could finally put his car in the parking garage beneath the building. He was four feet away from his Baby when he heard his coach call his name. Dean spun around.

 “Haven’t seen you around much, Winchester,” Henriksen said as he walked up to him, looking disappointed. “You quittin’ the team?”

 “No,” Dean said quickly. “Sorry, I know I’ve been behind… Family stuff.”

 “Hm. Well, get your ass in the pool today and I’ll consider keeping you around.” 

 “Yes, Sir. Can I drop this off first? I don’t want to leave it in my car.” Dean held up the Apple bag and Henriksen nodded.

 “Fifteen minutes.”

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