On a weekly basis I’m fortunate enough to receive new products to test out from various companies within the beauty industry. But due to my busy lifestyle I don’t always get a chance to blog about each individual item, and I as I don’t want you to miss out on all the best ones I decided to filmed a video featuring some of my current LOVES, LIKES and a couple of dislikes.
One of those LOVES being this little gem featured above!!! The Blenderelle. If you’re using a beauty sponge within your makeup routine then you NEED this in your life!
FYI, I will continue to blog about my favourite new products as and when I get a chance to sit down and snap some images, but so you don’t miss out here is my video!
I’ve been on President Trump’s mailing list since I attended one of his rallies in Dallas early last year. All of his emails were perfectly normal, containing absolutely no lines that would ever be considered hilarious in hindsight.
On Election Night 2016, his victory email was the picture of class and statesmanship. It was exactly what you’d expect from a new president-elect.
But less than two months later, Trump had changed. I first noticed it after weeks of relentless media attacks over his campaign’s alleged ties to Russia and whatever else we were angry about then (at this point I can’t remember political news from further back than March). On January 3rd, he sent out an email, inviting his friends, including me, to buy special inauguration pint glasses.
As the weeks went on, his emails started to show more and more signs of paranoia, as well as suspiciously repetitive pleas for money …
Dallas Winston. There was a long list of words that you could use to describe him. Greaser, delinquent, asshole, prick, criminal, player, heart-breaker, son of a bitch, no good piece of shit. But the most important word to you was, boyfriend.
Imagine: Getting caught in the rain with
two should go, you really don’t need to walk me home,” You tell one of your
closest friends, Dallas Winston. You
were at Buck’s place for a party, Dally was walking Sylvia home, and he was
insisting on taking you with him since your house was on the way to hers.
get jumped again Y/N?” Dally has always been so damn blunt, and to be
completely honest you were a little afraid, not that you’d ever admit it.
let’s go!” Sylvia says rolling her eyes, this bitch was Dally’s stuck up
girlfriend and she hated you. She was
constantly two-timing Dally, yet she couldn’t stand the fact that Dallas’ best
friend was a girl.
Sylvia, Y/N will be coming along,” Dally responds, dragging you with him.
Sylvia says in pure disgust. You join the couple and the three of you head out.
You instantly regret it as Sylvia practically throws herself on to Dally. Fuck this, just get me home already.
*Boom* You screech and jump at the sound of
the booming thunder as Sylvia grips onto Dally, he chuckles slightly and rolls
it’s gonna rain, we should take a short-cut through the park,” Dally calls
before making his way towards the grass.
You take off
your heels and run after him, and Sylvia tiptoes through the grass trying to
avoid getting her dress and shoes dirty. Suddenly you hear Dally cry out,
around and see Dally lying on the ground in the mud, you burst into laughter,
He says, forcing himself to look annoyed.
say giving him your hand, “Let me help you up Dal.”
your hand and you pull him up half way before pushing him back into the mud,
causing it to go splashing everywhere, he curses and you continue laughing, at
this point you can’t tell if there’s tears streaming down your face or if its
rain, “What the fuck Y/N?!”
I’m sorry Dal, here, give me your hand, I actually help you up this time,” He
looks at you reluctantly, and tries to get up himself, but he slips again in
the process, “I promise I won’t let go this time Dally, trust me.”
hurry the fuck up?!” Sylvia says, getting annoyed.
doll, I’ll trust ya,” Dally takes your hand, and just as you’re about to pull
him up, he pulls you down instead, you cry out as you fall on top of him. He takes
advantage of your shock, and rolls you over so that you’re in the mud and he’s
on top of you, “But you shouldn’t
squeal as the mud surrounds you. You reach to the side and grab a handful of
it, quickly splashing it up into Dallas’ face.
bitch,” He growls playfully, before smearing some on you.
you’re real strong huh Dal?”
“I know I am
doll,” He smirks as you struggle under his grasp.
You say as Dally leans in, before you know what’s happening, Dally’s lips are a
meer inch away from yours. It’s finally
happening, I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. Your happiness is
short lived as Sylvia coughs; you’d forgotten about her.
“I’d hate to
interrupt, but this is disgusting and I’m leaving Dallas, if you want to you
can join me,” She says, before tiptoeing away.
grunts and pushes himself off you before helping you up, “Let’s go Y/N.”
after Sylvia she’s your girl, besides my house is close by, I’ll get there,”
You say, looking down. You’ve liked Dally for years, you’re one of the few
people who, unlike his girlfriend, can actually see the good in him, he’s not
just a sex tool for you, but of course, you’ve never had to guts to tell him.
I’m gonna drop you off first, she always does this,” He says rolling his eyes.
The two of
you continue to walk in silence, the only sound that can be heard is the sound
of your shivering and a few sneezes here and there. You hear a rustling next to
you and suddenly Dallas wraps his jacket around you, you look at him and raise
an eyebrow, “Look at you being a gentleman.”
“Do you want
the fucking jacket or not,” You stick out your tongue and the two of you
continue walking, trying to break the silence from time to time. You finally
get home only to realize that you are missing your keys, you mentally curse at
yourself, and spend the night at your neighbours’ house, the Curtis brothers.
Y/N, I’m gonna go now, g’night doll,” He leans in once again, before he
realizes what he’s doing, he saves himself by just going for an awkward hug.
You hold on for just a moment too long, taking in Dally’s scent. He eventually
pulls away, and walks off, leaving you in the Curtis’ yard.
You walk in
and see the brothers along with Johnny and Two-Bit sitting in the living room,
“Mind if I crash here boys?”
look at you as if you’re crazy, you look down and realize that you’re soaking
wet, covered in mud, and wearing Dally’s jacket, “Oh this? Let’s just say there
was a mishap on my way home.”
Dal’s jacket?” Two-Bit questions.
“Dally never gives anyone his jacket,” Johnny
says, smiling a little, this kid has always been trying to set the two of you
“So?” You say
before walking into the bathroom, you shut the door and finally let your smile
break out, as you cuddle yourself in Dally’s jacket. Maybe he does care about me!
A/N: *Please read* Finally another post!! K I know the
reader asked for a fluffy Dally imagine so I tried to make it as fluffy as
possible while staying true to Dally’s character, I obviously didn’t want to
make him seem soft or anything. Also DISCLAIMER, I never really liked Sylvia’s
character so I made her sound like a little bitch, but if you guys actually
liked her, don’t hate, just change up her name for the sake of this imagine and
pretend it’s about a different girl. ILSYM and I hope you liked it!
5. I think I fell for you when… 13. I dream about you a lot
Today is the day. Dallas is getting his wisdom teeth removed. He has all four of the unusual teeth, but two are growing the wrong way and it causes him pain. He’s been afraid of this for a year, although he’d never admit it. He’s scared of needles, but he’s not afraid of switchblades, which is crazy to you.
He’s been holding your hand for the past thirty minutes while you’re both waiting in the lobby. Every time someone walks by he squeezes your hand. You squeeze back gently, as if to tell him that you’re still here.
“Dallas Winston,” a lady says from behind the desk. He looks up from your joined hands; you have to stand and pull him with you.
“I’m fine. My teeth are fine. They’re all good. Can’t we just go (Y/N)?”
“No, if I hear my best friend complain one more time about how much his jaw aches I’m going to slap you.”
“Well I guess I can make my best friend happy.” He smiles at you. You quickly let go of his hand and push him into the small room. “(Y/N)!!” he screams. The woman lets you back there and tells you the dentist will be there in two minutes. She pushes Dallas into the reclining chair in the center of the room. You get a bit mad at how she’s treating him. That’s your crush— best friend.
Well he is your crush. You first met him because you went to school with him in his early years until he dropped out Freshman year. You still kept in touch and sometimes (most of the time) he’d convince you to skip class and joke around town. You’d do anything to make him happy.
“What if I take the teeth out myself? Or—” The woman interrupts Dallas mid-sentence, twirling a pen. You’re not listening. What you’re paying attention to is the warm hand that’s now in yours. Dallas must have grabbed it up on instinct.
“Sir, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Now,” She rips your hands apart. “Where shall I put this?” She pokes you with the end of her pen.
“You mean me? Because I’m no object.”
Dallas looks at you with his big eyes, then back at the lady. “I’ll tell you what to do. Give (Y/N) back to me and shove that pen up your—”
“I’ll stay until I have to go,” you say.
Dallas smiles and the woman lets go of you. He holds out of hand. “Here hold this for me.” You open your hand and it’s automatically interlocked with his.
“Ma’am, you need to wait in the lobby,” a man says.
“Yes sir.” You let go of Dallas’ hand.
“What now?” The dentist asks, rolling his eyes.
You squat down next to Dally. “I’ll be right outside. After this we can go to Dairy Queen and get you your favorite hot fudge sundae, yeah?”
“I’ll see you soon.”
“I’m right here, Dal,” He does his adorable laugh.
“No you’re not. You need to be here,” He pats his lap.
You look up at the dentist. “Is he okay?”
“Anesthetic,” he says like it explains everything. You look back at Dallas with his puffed-out cheeks.
You giggle. “Dallas, you look like a squirrel.” He puffs out his gauze-filled cheeks even more. Cutie, you think.
“Let’s get this big, bad boy to the car.”
“You know you are super pretty,” Dallas says taking a small section of your hair into his fingers. “I dream about you a lot,” This makes you freeze. “You’re more beautiful here though.”
“The doctor told you to refrain from talking.”
“Awww that don’t mean anything.”
You sigh. “Do you still want that ice cream?”
“I want you to call me Daddy.” You blush.
“Ice cream it is.”
“You say we’re best friends, (Y/N) but I fell for you when I was black out drunk—”
“Which time?” you joke.
“I don’t know. I just remember almost punching some guy’s lights out for non reason. Or maybe there was a reason. Oh, that’s right. He was all over you, and I hated that. Before I actually hit him, you took me outside. As soon as we got outside, I pushed you up against the wall and kissed you. I don’t know if that part is true because I can’t remember if you kissed back or not. But I do remember the feeling of your lips on mine. That part was fantastic.”
You do remember that night. And you do remember kissing back.
“No, you didn’t kiss me, Dallas,” you lie. “That was some other chick who you impulsively kissed when that guy made you so mad. I remember her taking you outside and you were gone for a while.”
He smiles. “You liar. I wasn’t drunk at all that night. One of the few nights I stayed sober.” He leans over and pecks your now-rosy cheeks.
A/N: It feels so good to be back writing, even if I’m not feeling great still! I plan on getting all requests and ships done over the next two weeks and then opening requests again!
Word Count: 533
Pairing: Johnny Cade x Reader
“Streamers, balloons, a cake and red napkins are all that’s left.” I look up from my little shopping list and make sure Dallas puts the right things into the blue and black cart. We’re shopping for my boyfriend, Johnny’s, birthday. Dally only agreed to come because he adores Johnny (even if he won’t say it) and wants him to have a great day.
“We should make Steve blow up balloons,” Dally snickers, throwing some napkins and a package of balloons in the cart. “He’ll look like a monkey.” I can picture Steve with puffed out cheeks and his ears sticking out a little.
Giggling, I nod and grab a package of gold metallic streamers and some Scotch tape to hang them from the ceiling with. “Cake’s the last thing.”
“We ain’t buying a cake,” Dally informs me. “Darry’s making one right now.” With everything crossed off of our list, we go pay for our decorations and drive back to the Curtis’ house to prepare for Johnny’s surprise party.
Inside, the heavenly smell of Darry’s amazing chocolate cake wafts through the house. Dally leaves again to get (steal) a present for Johnny, leaving Steve, Soda and me to began setting up decorations. “We’ve got about fifteen minutes,” Soda announces.
Nodding, Steve and I blow up the last of the balloons. Two-Bit, Ponyboy and Johnny are out at the movies, so we still have a bit of time. We hang up all the balloons and streamers, then set up the kitchen table to look nice and festive. Darry frosts the cake and puts on sprinkles, setting it just as Pony, Two-Bit, and Johnny walk in.
Johnny’s face practically lights up when he sees everything. “Woah! This looks awesome!”
“Happy birthday, babe!” I grin and pull him into a hug, enjoying the warmth he radiates as he wraps his arms around my waist.
Kissing my cheek, Johnny smiles. “I love you too. You guys really did this for me?”
“Of course, we did!” Steve puts a birthday crown on top of Johnny’s head, but not after ruffling his hair a bit.
Soda pulls out a chair and sits Johnny down. “Let’s cut up some cake!” While Soda divides up the decadent cake, Dally saunters in with his present.
“Hey, Johnny!” Dally hands Johnny his gift and pushes the gifts everyone else got Johnny towards him as I help Soda hand out plates with giant slices of cake on them to everyone. “Open your presents, man!”
Johnny beams as he pulls gifts out of bags and rips the paper off of presents. A new jacket, money for the movies, sunglasses, a Bob Dylan record, and a small silver ring. The ring, a gift from me, is something I’ve been nervous about. Usually, girls don’t give their guys rings. I bite my lip as Johnny slips it onto his finger. “You guys, this is all amazing. And Y/N, babygirl? I love this ring.”
He stands up and hugs me, then hugs each of his friends, flashing white teeth at us the whole time. “We love you too,” Soda beams.
You had been dating Dally
for a few months now, he’d been with you longer than any of his previous
girlfriends and he really thought you were the one for him, something he had
never felt for anyone else before.
“Y/N?” He says
walking into his room at Buck’s place; you were waiting for him on his bed.
Christmas, it’s tradition for…um… for my girlfriend to meet my family on
Christmas…” He pauses to nervously run his hands through his hair.
“You want me to meet
your father? I thought you two didn-”
“No! I want you to
meet the gang!” You face went red, you’d heard so much about the gang, but you
had never actually met any of them, and frankly you were kind of scared. What if they don’t like me? Dally looks
at you for a moment and his face falls, “What’s wrong doll? You don’t have to
meet them if you don’t want to, it’s alright.”
“No Dal, I’d love to
meet them, I’m just a bit nervous.”
A small smile finds its
way to his face.
Dally opens the door
to the Curtis house, “Aren’t you gonna knock?”
He chuckles, “They
keep their door open, and we normally just walk in whenever we want.”
Your heart raced
through your chest as you walked in, Dally sensed it and he placed his hand on
the small of your back, you instantly felt comforted. You walk into a small living
room with a tree in the corner, the tree has a few ornaments on it, but there’s
a ton of presents underneath.
“Hey Dal!” An
attractive boy in a flannel shirt calls out, everyone turns their attention
towards you, “And you must be Y/N!”
“Y/N, this is Sodapop,”
Dally points to the boy in the flannel, “That’s his older brother Darry, and
his younger brother Ponyboy. That’s Steve, Johnny, and Two-Bit.”
They all greet you
kindly, and Darry gets up to make room for you on the couch, saying something about
getting dinner ready.
You sit in silence
for a few painfully awkward moments. Sodapop suddenly turns to you and smiles,
“We’ve heard a lot about you Y/N.”
“All good things I
hope,” You smile back.
“Of course!” Two-Bit
pipes in, “From the way Dally talks about you, we can’t help but think that
he’s going soft.”
“Fuck off!” Dally
says, chucking a pillow at Two-Bit, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.
“You’re a writer,
right Y/N?” Ponyboy asks.
“Yeah, I am!” Pony’s
eyes light up at your response, he and Johnny turn to you, and the three of you
get lost in conversation about books.
“Dinner is ready,
hurry up!” Darry call from the dining room. You all gather around the table
that is stocked with food. Dally sits down next to you and grabs you hand under
“Darry, this all
looks amazing,” You gesture towards the table.
“Thanks Y/N!” He
gives you a genuine smile; it seems as if he doesn’t get complements on his
You’ve all exchanged
presents and you’re joking around with Steve, Sodapop, and Two-Bit, when Dally
comes up to you announces that you two should get going, the boys let out a few
“Aww’s” and “Don’t go’s”.
“You should come back
and visit more often Y/N,” Darry says as you get up.
“I will,” You smile
As you and Dally leave
the house, Johnny quickly comes after you two, “Y/N! Can I talk to you for a
You give Dally a
confused look, before going towards Johnny, he leads you out of earshot of
Dally, “I just wanted to thank you Y/N.”
“For what Johnny?”
“We never thought
Dally would find someone like you, but ever since he’s met you, we’ve all
noticed that he seems so much happier. Thank you,” He gives a shy hug before
walking back into the house, leaving you speechless.
I guess I was worried about
meeting the gang for nothing!
I didn’t realize how much stuff I had written until someone asked me to make a master list. I’ll try to update it weekly (Master List Mondays?) and keep it alphabetized (Prefs will run oldest to newest.) Requests always open! P.S The list is rebloggable ;)
A/N: I had two sorta similar anon requests asking specifically for Dallas gets with/ dates another girl and the reader has loved him for a considerably long time and he doesn’t notice. So I hope you don’t mind that I combined them because they were related.
24. “I love you, you shithead!”
(Y/L/N)= Your Last Name
You knew you liked Dallas Winston the moment you spotted him across the room at Buck’s. He seemed dangerous, and a girl like you could use something different than the same old nice guy. He caught you staring and smiled. He made his way over to the bar and sat beside you, offering you a drink. That was nearly a year and a half ago.
Now you are head over heels in love with him. You haven’t had a serious relationship since you met him. You want to be Dallas’ and his alone.
You’re sitting on the Curtis’ couch, like always, with Dallas. His arm draped over your shoulder with his fingers gently combing through your hair. You lean into his chest, smelling the cigarette smoke, and feel like you’re tucked into a cocoon.
“So Dal, how’s it goin’ with the new girl?’ Steve asks. You freeze up.
“New girl?” you ask Dallas.
Two-bit answers for him. “Yeah (Y/N)…Dally here scored him a nice blonde.” You sit up and glare at Dallas. He looks like he’s worried. He turns and gives Two-bit and Steve the evil eye before he grabs your hand. You snatch it back like his skin is acid.
You stand, collecting your jacket and purse. You dart out of the Curtis house with a slam of the metal gate. You run all the way to your house. You grab your pillow and begin to cry.
You love Dallas, but he refuses to see it. Then he goes and gets a new girl. It’s like he’s telling you that he can do better. You haven’t been serious with a guy since you met him. Maybe it’s your fault that he doesn’t love you.
You hear knocking at the front door but you don’t get up. Instead, your dad goes and answers it.
“Uhh hey Mr. (Y/L/N). I’m looking for (Y/N). Is she here?” You hear Dallas’ strong accent bellow.
“Nope, sorry Dallas. I haven’t seen her since this morning.” Your dad says.
“Oh thanks anyways.” The door shuts quietly and your dad knocks on your door.
“Can I come in?” he asks.
“Yeah why not?”
He comes and sits on the edge of your bed. “What did he do to my baby?”
You sigh. “He got a girlfriend.”
Your dad gives you a look. “Isn’t that a good thing? I mean, at least he won’t be hanging around our house anymore.” That makes you sob harder.
You want Dallas to be around. You want to him to think of you as more than just a friend.
“Ehh (Y/N). Don’t cry. What’s so bad about it?”
“Because I love him!!” you shriek. “I’ve been in love with him since I’ve met him but he doesn’t see it. I can’t love anyone else the way I love him. Have you noticed that all the other guys I dated didn’t last long?” He nods. “That’s because I felt like I was somehow cheating on Dallas.”
“You should tell him then.”
You nod. “Yeah, but I need my space for a few days.”
Your dad stands and kisses you on the forehead. “If you need anything, I’m here for you.”
“Thanks.” you say as he closes the door.
A week later, after you’ve had time to cool off, you go to the Nightly Double with Pony, Johnny, Sodapop, and Steve. They don’t ask you any questions, which makes you happy.
But soon none other than Dallas Tucker Winston prances to your group, his girl on his arm. She’s…uhhh…not ugly. Her hair is dyed a cheap platinum blonde color. Her skin is too tan for the hair. She wears too much makeup and her outfit shows too much–she’s practically spilling out of it.
You look the bitch up and down. Everyone else does too. She smiles at you and you keep a blank face.
Dallas swallows hard and says, “This is Tina.” (From Bob’s Burgers)
“Hey you guys!” Tina reaches out to shake your hand, but you keep both arms by your sides. She simply shakes hands with Johnny, but glares at you the whole time.
Tina and Dallas sit right in front of you. Now you regret ever coming here.
Tina leans over and kisses Dallas’ jaw and moves her way to his neck. He doesn’t really react. He just kind of moves away from her. That doesn’t stop Tina though. She reaches over abruptly and puts her hand on Dally’s upper thigh. He pushes it off.
She puts her lips next to his ear and whispers loudly, “What’s the deal with that girl?”
You can’t take it anymore. “You wanna know what the hell my problem is? It’s you, bitch. You come over here and sit in front of me just to make out with Dallas. Well let me tell you something, honey. He was moving away! He doesn’t like you like that. He’s just a selfish asshole.”
Dally looks take aback, like he’s kind of hurt by what you said. You stand and stomp away from everyone. You decide to head home, what’s the point of staying anymore?
Suddenly, a hand grabs your wrist. “(Y/N).” his voice croaks. Your turn upon hearing his voice.
“Go away, Dal.”
“Was that stuff true? You don’t like her? I’m an asshole?”
“Why? Are you jealous?”
“Do I seem jealous?” He nods. “It’s because….”
“I love you, you shithead. I love the way you act tough, but deep down you’re so sweet and caring. I love the way you laugh because it makes me laugh twice as hard. I like it when you offer me your leather jacket even when I’m not cold because I know you care about me. I love everything about you.”
Dallas is speechless. You spoke your heart out, something he’d never do. “I-I only started dating Tina to get you jealous. I like you a lot, but I thought you saw me as a friend. I wanted more.”
“Well, it worked, you asshat.” He smirks.
“Come on, this’ll be our first date since we’re already here.”